Murderers Should Eat Fish

Fish

Those who commit murder
and throw dead bodies
into the Third Mainland Bridge
should eat a lot of fish.

As soon as the body reaches
the depths of the water,
a delicious, fat feast,
doesn’t it become the food of fishes?

One fish will eat till she is full,
and go about her day.
The fish-killer will set a trap to murder her
in the early hours of the next day,
and she will be taken away.
Her children will become orphans,
very vulnerable to prey.

The man-killer will come along to buy her
from the fish-killer who,
whether he knows it or otherwise,
is also a fisher of men,
a fisher of late men, women, and children.

The man-killer’s wife will set the fish before him,
after it has been deliciously cooked,
along with some lobsters and crabs,
and of course,
since he contributed to the fish’s growth,
will he not taste so bloody good?

We Can Only Stan 😁

Michael

We are but lowly humans before the king,
and our king has left us not one choice but the stan,
and for this,
we do-
we stan

The American Jesus

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‘Michael, the American Jesus’ by David LaChapelle

Jesus is one of the ascended masters and deities that I still adore, that I still commune with. The Jesus (or ‘Yeshua’, the actual earthly name that he had) who loved children and was kind to everyone, who was so popular (people had to climb trees to catch a glimpse of him, and struggle through crowds to touch him), breaking as many stupid rules as he could during his earthly incarnation, focusing on love, forgiveness, kindness, and healing, despite the injustice that he suffered and the false news that was spread about him in religious & non-religious places. Yahweh, whose very essence is ‘spirit’, not ‘Christian’, not even ‘Jew’, not bound by any man-made ideologies or the accounts of who he was that was documented in the Bible many centuries ago.

The very essence of the spirit of Jesus is very peaceful, loving, kind, and true. People are focusing on the earthly incarnation of Jesus, mostly uninterested in who the spirit is. They are turning to the books of Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke to look up what Jesus the Man said (as far as we know, yeah), not caring so much about what Jesus meant, and most-importantly, what Jesus is saying now, which is quite redundant, if you ask me, especially since you acknowledge daily that spirits exist even after an earthly incarnation, that Jesus is alive somewhere.  

If Jesus was to return as a human today, you will absolutely not find him in a church, or a cathedral, or anywhere near the pope. There are more chances of finding him in Jasmine Masters or Bobrisky’s living room, or the orphanage, or with the people of the Amazon, than any of those places. To the Pharisees, he was a major weirdo, and it’s not hard to see why. He wasn’t a member of the religious elite, in a sense, but he was, and that was uncomfortable.

People have made an ideology, a political system, and a cult out of what they think God/Spirit and Jesus are, and it is scary, to say the least. The wickedness that has been carried out in those names, the discrimination, the hatred, the scamming, and everything else, is nauseating.

A majority of people do not understand what they are doing in Jesus’ name; they just go with the flow. It has become a game of ‘those who will make it to Heaven’ versus ‘those who will make it to hell’ much more than anything else, and that’s quite stupid because all our souls came from Heaven. We’ve walked the streets of gold, we’ve seen other realms, and we can all chill. Religion has an uncanny ability to make people very proud of and confident in their ignorance, and it’s an ugly sight to behold.

This is a really good painting. There are distinct similarities between the last earthly incarnations of Michael and that of Jesus, both being sons of ‘Joseph’ but not really, much more, betrayed by the very people that they trusted and loved (for money and acceptance).

Still Feeling Good

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Birds flying high
and pooping on me,
sun in the sky
and burning my skin,
breeze winding on by
and coming at me,
it’s the same day,
there is no dusk,
it’s the same life for me,
but I’m feeling good.