Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

The sense of fair play and level playing field can be traced back to the Persians!  Huh?  Yeah, Double huh.  The Persians are credited with fair play???  Yes, this is absolutely true.    So what's going on here.  Well it seems that during the dark age of medieval things.   All things seem to spring forth in the Dark Times.  We are a product of those times.  Our culture and superstitions.  Like crossing your fingers.  It's a Christian thing to do when being persecuted by Romans.  They would denounce-- knowing Christ and then cross their fingers behind their backs.  So the good lord would not think of them as betrayers.  The crossing of fingers is not pagan but Christian.  Funny as hell.  The black cat and the ladder thing is also Christian monk superstitions.  Yes, these are the thing we call Halloween items. The product of fair play comes from Mathematics.  The codi...

 Every Easter I get a good portion of my favorite Easter candy--"The Peep" it always tastes good and never lets me down.  But for the most part of my life I have no--Peeps.  Friends or people who matter.  The failure of friends comes from many reasons but one is not investiture of time in them.  Stands the most present. So for the better part of my life clock-- I have listened to and heard things that are not believable.  The past can be changed and the present can not be changed without a plan for the future.  These 3 dominate parts of anyone's life is represented in the day of Sunday like no other. The 3 parts of a man is some equation to science (ONE = -09876543 minus the BS) The real true equation is really just 3 parts--adding up to the morning of his life and then zenith and then the falling action of his later days.  The great 9,12,3 in the sky.  When a man hits the (Twelve) or 12 and it is unexpected.  The...

Ego , you have done nothing in your little boring insignificance meaningless life or done anything of any value and importance for yourself or anyone else for that matter.  I, Ego can feel the jealous envy of real men, that you have to live with you.  Seems like no one knows you and no one cares to know you---my friend, Ego . Looks like, it's your destiny to provide the world with an example of what the life of a real egalitarian loser... looks and sounds like.  So why would I want to go out to the mailbox of your empty life in the middle of your vacuousness Ego --- to visit you ? But, I can appreciate your frustration of seeing other people's grand egos accomplishing great and wondrous works in this axiom aeon or short quip-- age of time.  But to you grand Ego I say, "No-- and no to all of your vain washings and wanderings."  I say "Yes, to my heart for the ego is nothing but a tinkling symbol to attract employment of attractive mate...

The One and the Neo are the same.  "All," (611), "must come to Christ to be...what?  You know the rest. "I have not come to bring peace but"....(611),you know the rest. "I wish I could destroy, 6ll, things but I am being held down for now, until my fire is kindled." These are ALL phrases, that are paraphrased from the New KJV of the gospels.  They are all spoken by...THE ONE.  NEO.  The NEW ONE. The 'NEW ONE' is spoken about by Nostradamus, he calls them, "Estrangias"...or Strange Ones? "Religion is science without the technology.  Science is religion without the essence of man." -Unknown Ones The prophets and the profits are a challenge of what constantly supports...1.6180339, a 'golden' constant.  What?  Huh?  A golden constant.  What, not possible.  Wall-street and Main-street converge at the intersection of the golden constant.  Money and Mammon converge.  Wall street says, "Going bro...

When Jason and the Argonauts were written I did not think the writer was writing science fiction.  But that is exactly what he wrote.  The tale is a 'tale of a fishing expedition' to an Island.  And find a golden fleece.  We are Astronauts going to an Island that floats in the sky.  And find 'golden knowledge.'  The tales are imbedded in us from others.  We live, lives 'the others' tell us to live. We are transfixed by the ocean.  The tale of Jonah and the 'great fish' is another example that we wish to live under the water not just bobbling on top.  We see the masters of the ocean not swimming on top but submerged below.  Then and only then are you a true master of the ocean.  Breathing the air of water.  Not just the air of above the water.  So there is air in water.  So water and air are the same thing just denser.  So the ocean was not our first world but our only world and we have been tampered...

The Path is hard and tough and sun dried without any water and no help.  People see you on the side of the road and do not help.  The help is never coming.  Never.  If you think life is about success then you never meet a successful man. The Path to success if paved with failure.  If your don't learn from failure your are definitely not going to learn from success. The road to enlightenment does not exist.  The path to enlightenment does not exist.  Enlightenment takes no money or power or wealth.  The path of your life needs these things, money, power and wealth. But this is not needed for enlightenment. What does exist are good intentions.  Good intentions created from the false notions of this world.  That you are born into slavery or sin and must pay to attain salvation.  So people do "good" deeds or use money, power, or wealth to correct "the past." This is folly.  Most people do not possess money, power,...

My love Santa Marie and Santa Marie, is not here.  She lost her way on the rocky shores of Gitchee Gumee.  She lost her grand sails and all she had-- when her husband, the grand captain 'J John Z'--- passed. Passed--- into that glorious night, all she had left was the boat, boat named Santa Marie.  Passed--- into that glorious night.  He built light houses for her and she decorated them.  He built nourishment for her and she ate at it all.  She built nothing but she thought she was something.  In the end she was just kidding her self that she had a life without Jimmy.---Jimmy John Z.    Jimmy John Z was his name. Not his birth name, mind you. Just his name.  A name that when she heard it, it all but startled her the first time. Captain John Z was his title. And it kept her warm all those years as she pined away a life in her own mind. That is where she lived in her own mind. One day, some day he would tell her the secret...