Showing posts with label Triads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Triads. Show all posts

Wednesday 14 June 2017

Here is Wisdom






"Today, a young man on acid realised that :

  • All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. 

  • That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. 

  • There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves." 



"Here's Tom with the weather." 


"Wow! Did you see the fuckin news!" By the way that thing I just did about matter is energy condensed to a slow vibration, we are all one conssciousness experiencing itself subjectively, and dadada, that thing I just did? 




Einstein proved that...! 
[Cosmic Manic Joker Laugh]

Not Complete, Even Though Correct.




 It's called Quantum Physics. 

Anyway I was tripping one day with Al, which was really weird, cos he's dead.

 And I said 'Al do you notice the walls are fuckin breathing right now?'

"Bill I noticed the same thing, I've got to jot some numbers down real quick, I just had a fuckin idea" 

"I saw your head light up like a fuckin bulb Al, this is unbelievable. 

Its called Quantum Physics
its called The 20th Century... 
We'll get there one day. "





You've been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it.



 There is a point - is there a point to all of this...? 

Let's find a point. 

Is there a point to my act? 

I would say there is. I have to.


The world is like a Ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's Real because that's how powerful our minds are. 

[Audience member shouts 'bollocks'

There is a lot denial in this ride, the ride, in fact, is made up of denial "All things work in Goatboys favour". 

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, "Is this Real, or is this Just a Ride? 


And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 

"Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride..." 

And we... 
Kill those people. 

Ha ha !!

"Shut him up!" 


"We have a lot invested in this ride! 
Shut him up! 

Look at my furrows of worry. 

Look at my big bank account and my family. 

This just has to be real." 



Just a ride. 


But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok?


Jesus : 
Murdered


Martin Luther King :
Murdered

Malcolm X : 
Murdered

Gandhi : 
Murdered

John Lennon : 
Murdered

Reagan : 
Wounded.


But it doesn't matter because: 

It's Just a Ride. 
And we can change it anytime we want. 

It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. 

A choice, right now, between fear and love.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. 

The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one

Here's what we can do to change The World, right now, to a better ride :

Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, Forever, in Peace. 



Thank you very much, you've been great. 
[Applause] 

I hope you enjoyed it. 

London, you were fantastic, thank you, thank you very much. 

[bow] [bow] 

[three shots ring out - Bill crumples to the ground] 




Sunday 4 June 2017

These Are Your Rights

This is a Public Service Announcement :
Know Your Rights - 
All 3 of Them

Number 1
You have the Right Not to be Killed
Murder is a CRIME! *
* Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat


Number 2
You have the Right to Food Money *
* Providing of course you don't mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers, Rehabilitation


Number 3
You have the Right to Free Speech * 
 *As long as you're not
Dumb enough to actually try it.

Friday 2 June 2017

Swift Curses : "The Queen Margaret Stuff is Difficult"

O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
And teach me how to curse mine enemies!
"The Queen Margaret Stuff is Difficult"

Male Oxbridge English Literature Professor, 
On why he doesn't understand Richard III

HEAR ME!!, you wrangling pirates, that fall out 
In sharing that which you have pill'd from me!!!

Which of you trembles not that looks on me? 

Can curses pierce the clouds and enter heaven? 

Why, then, give way, dull clouds, to my quick curses! 





Poor painted queen, vain flourish of my fortune! 
Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, 
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? 
Fool, fool! thou whet'st a knife to kill thyself. 
The time will come when thou shalt wish for me 
To help thee curse that poisonous bunchback'd toad.


Stay, dog,!!! for thou shalt hear me. 
If heaven have any grievous plague in store 
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee, 
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe, 
And then hurl down their indignation 
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! 
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul! 
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livest, 
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! 
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, 
Unless it be whilst some tormenting dream 
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! 
Thou elvish-mark'd, abortive, rooting hog! 
Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity 
The slave of nature and the son of hell! 
Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb! 
Thou loathed issue of thy father's loins! 
Thou rag of honour! thou detested—
look'd for no reply. 
O, let me make the period to my curse!
A murderous villain, and so still thou art.

To serve me well, you all should do me duty, 
Teach me to be your queen, and you my subjects: 
O, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty!
Duke of Buckingham. Have done, have done.
O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand, 
In sign of league and amity with thee: 
Now fair befal thee and thy noble house! 
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, 
Nor thou within the compass of my curse.


What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? 
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? 

O, but remember this another day, 
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, 
And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! 

Live each of you the subjects to his hate, 
And he to yours, and all of you to God's!