Inhabitant

Something I want you to clearly understand, for the benefit of humankind...understand, we are each and all, in each other-while without...you taking the action to digest what I say-opens your life to possibility...for without a me here for you;that is to say-a different director, your scene would merely be a stage-never set...I tell you now, it's doubtful you've met anyone but you! ;) it's more probable then you may think...everyone who inhabits, what you call "here"-is actually here...only "here", they are all thoughts in my head :D...your entire reality is a figment of my imagination...and if not, someone else-who will never gift which of what where missed-is what? I at least try to...if you could choose, wouldn't you rather know the counterpart to your reality-and have I, know you...rather than have your counterpart know you, as I know "me"...this counterpart I refer to, is a gear that I configured...it is that greater work that Jesus Christ said would be done by another! It's what life's about, making it work...we are blessed to be here, I hope you agree? The life we've walked into, is actually one-who walks into us, with every death-that we live...for if there is to be always choice in being, then there is always being-the choice to not choose....by being the sparkling gem-you amuse with, there is an individual that finds amused-a sparkled stone-letting it be, laid matted as "me", because I left every mind dimmed...what I wanna convey, and hopefully have you implement...is this mindset, that you can't be better then you are-because everything you are-is there, because it's what you aren't...Jesus is not my savior, he's my master-a slayer! A man whipped into time, to capture my danger-brick it with twine, to print-made, a maker..he did all this blind, on faith I remain here-gifting quills scribing time;in still contemplation not scattering wide, his skill-left forsaken...none-will, as this i-pace towards greatness. Most till it with pride, framing pictures still painting, claiming-they, with me abide...oh how they're mistaken...we-who live undefined, are his reason created-he missioned to guide, our silly elatation-not thrill in the size, of who spray out his shavings...a spill in disguise, gets drilled for ordainment, how stupid those wise-displaying my fake den, thinking-hey, I have eyes-and they see-what, ,as what it was naming, denying my craving for sight-with their labels out pasted...for woe-shall we dive, milling it's cadence-instilling a brilliance to shine, out days it's pervasive...why Bill, have worn a named lie? Why frill lost grasping breath-bonding, quilts for sun rise? Experience is a pill of delight, or a drill to devise...so, back to our mindset, what it's all about-is you...it could be me, but I don't think you would get the right feeling from it....man is hubris, so much so-to cut and frame words as they see fit(much the same as when not fit, man framed words-not taking cut, but cutting what seems fit)....essentially we started by stating words-as coming of our framed picture....this led to a being, understanding all word as the frame that they fit....at this time, we erred-due to ignorance...we made words as they were-pictured, picturing word as man-now gone from the picture HUmans now being BRIStled....we then became bristles for gone brushing(or if bristling gone brushes, to become brushes not bristled)...human bristled itself gone into a picture of brushes..and man became what it pictured, when un painting on brushes...we thought our selves heavenly painters, and left hell to have thought, that it was the cost-of worlds...sea-sawn for making....so ya, I think we totally f***ed up....but if i didn't, we would be totally f***ed-and going down, to boot(s)...but like I was saying, things are made real-eyes...."real", supposed to be hooking i's-line and sinker...but I was left blind-to hook line and sinker myself...I deny all we do as real, much in favor of a reality-that denies us as real....our ways are set, by what we believe-IsReal...if we believe in Isreal, set our ways are...if we believe naught in IsReaL, ways are set-ours...if you can get with me-in belief of naught in Isreal, believing IsReal is all that is naught...then we've got a start :)...I don't know where or what IsReal...is everything of it? Or is it-of everything, that was naught of being it?...nothing is but nothing, if everything was to be made real....everything would be real, but only in the reality of naught....only if we have left-nothings as real(all here to fake), does everything have a reality to be knotted into, as naught of a fake-rather, a fake-that is not....only if i have nothing left-upon; IsReal..does everything have a knot, naught to be not-but rather not to be not a knot...as a matter of fact, I have nothing left upon 2 that are real, the reels-for IsReals....I am nothing being, left upon nothing to be-faking, that it has being, on me, as nothing to be...before my thoughts got thought, nothing was being, been, but not to be everything of which it dreamed...now, I dream everything-not in my sleep, but alive as I think...when I find dreams-stored in rest, they think me alive-to sleep...off my death/dying? Dreams-I be, leave....I think to be, all that is left of me-never been... I cannot lose these knots...we can lose-only loss, of it's not...the lost, are declared the winners....for things are nowhere-lost, without their wares-everywhere, where lost places find...so any ways, I hope I didn't blow your mind too much...the last thing we need, is another "blinked bang"...lol...no creator should miss that blink, as I'm confident he will...I can just imagine what goes through I, when me reads you, as I...beyond that, imagined-is me, a reader of i...imaginably fed, by imagination still feeding....if you want to belong-lived, contemplate-hard, this...if you don't respond-quick, I'll have time to drop-him, no rush can resolve whips; wrapping up hells-wished a wrong twitch..