Archive for spacemonkey

You can’t know me if I don’t know me

You can’t know me
if I don’t know me
so if we seem disconnected
it’s probably because
I think I’m someone else
while the person
you think you’re taking to
exists only in YOUR mind.

To compound the comedy,
there’s a good chance
you don’t know you either.

Perhaps we are never
meant to connect
in the way we imagine
we should be connecting.

Perhaps that’s because
we’re already One,
imagining OTHERWISE,
which is best produced
with a tablespoon
of dissatisfaction.

Perhaps we are never
who we THINK we are,
and we are only who we are
when we stop THINKING.

Thinking is like spinning
around and around
in a swivel chair.

We can do it,
and it seems fun,
but it makes us dizzy.

You can’t connect
with another
when you are both
spinning around
and around
in your swivel chairs.

Perhaps the spinning earth
has the whole planet confounded.

And this is what we pass off as wisdom.

We are Space Monkey.

11/24

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Thanksgiving

You believe
what you believe,
and I believe
what I believe,
and if I take offense
at what you believe
that’s MY problem,
not yours.

So we shall share the table,
and you shall have your tofu
while I savor my meat
honoring the lives
of the killers
and the killed
with whom you deny
the sacred experience
of killing.

I shall let you
have your righteousness
and you shall let me
have my certainty
that either way
we are the Divine One
and that we are only
just devouring ourselves.

11/23

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Oft Chance

It’s comforting to know
that after I die
there is an oft chance
that someone

might actually 

READ my writing,
other than ME.



By then 
I won’t need comfort
because I’ll be dead.

And it won’t 
MATTER
what’s right,
what’s wrong
or what people think.


So why 
do I need comfort now?



I don’t.

But thanks anyway.

11/23

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If I am to Die

If I am to die,
please let it be known
that I do so willingly.

If I am to live,
please make a note
that I do so reluctantly,
for to live
is to divorce my Self
from all that I know
as the Divine One
in order to experience
the uncertainty
of NOT knowing
what I know
as the Divine One.

Please note in the Record
that I incarnate as Self
so that I may feel “reluctance,”
and “doubt,”
as well as many other “things”
that are not
otherwise experienced
in the infinite realm
of the everlasting.

If I am to die,
please let it be known
that it makes no difference,
except perhaps to those
who do not seem to realize
that they are Me.

We are Space Monkey.

11/23

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Urgent Care

I checked into
an urgent care facility
and instead of being
handed a clipboard
asking for my health history
and method of payment,
a beautiful healer came over
and merged with me.

As our energies intertwined,
(quite rapturously)
I realized that
health histories
and methods of payment
were meaningless
and that I got
precisely what was needed.

Urgent care.

Now who is to say
that facilities like these aren’t real?

Perhaps we don’t see them
(let alone use them)
because we’re too focused
on health histories
and methods of payment.

And it makes us sick.

We are Space Monkey,
giving thanks.

11/23

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An Expression of God

Not only are you
an interpretation of God,
you are also the original.

You are a unique expression,
no better and no worse.

As is everyone and everything else.

11/22

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The Presence of Me

Is it any kind of unusual,
out of all the places you could be,
that the space you find your self
is here in the presence of me?

Is it any kind of strange,
out of all the things we could do,
that you’re reading THIS curious post,
just as I’m reaching out to you?

Is it any kind of wonder
how our souls have become intertwined
if only for this brief moment
that your energy passes through mine?

Can we give any kind of thanks?
Should we reach any kind of conclusion?
It this moment a happy coincidence,
or an intentional illusion?

Is it any kind of weird,
out of all the places you could be,
that the space in which find your self
is here in the presence of me?

11/22

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Soul Soldiers


The soul swings both ways.
All ways, actually.
Plus ways that aren’t ways.
Not from self’s perspective,
anyways.

To soul,
you’re just a tiny plastic soldier.

There are billions of you.

Who cares
if you burn one or two selves
with a magnifying glass?

Who cares
if you bury a couple hundred
selves in the back yard
and forget about them?

They’re just selves.
You can make more.

And so you do.

Now when you imagine
the selves’ perspective,
it’s an entirely different story.

When you imagine
that those tiny plastic soldiers
have feelings,
you kind of feel bad for them.

But then you’re called to dinner
and you forget.

Now imagine if those
tiny plastic soldiers
really DID have feelings
like you or I.

You might not play with them
in quite the same way any more.

You might not play
with them at ALL
for fear of judgement
or perhaps a lawsuit.

Your own imagination
would paint you into a corner
and it would suck.

Now who is playing who?

Perhaps it is YOU who are imagined.

Who says
that the tiny plastic soldier
is not real
while YOU are?

We are Space Monkey.

11/21

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Accept that you are imaginary

Once you accept
that you are imaginary,
you no longer feel the need
to take responsibility
for your thoughts
or your actions.

This is infinitely liberating.

You realize that
EVERYTHING you perceive
is intentionally placed
in front of this self
that you think you are.

You are not choosing,
but rather
you are imagined
as one who thinks
one is choosing.

You are a fabrication,
imagined only
to harvest an experience.

But you are also the harvester,
who sows self into being.

Though self seems quite vulnerable,
the harvester is immortal and infinite.

Even if self dies,
the harvester does not die.

This means there is nothing to fear.

This also means
that it matters not
what self seems to do.

You no longer need
to hold self accountable
for what the harvester
imagines self doing.

It is ALL imaginary.

We are Space Monkey.

11/20

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Obvious

Death is the obvious way “out” of the grouping of potentials known as “life.” Meditation and medication slightly less so.

Surely, you can be more imaginative than that.

How can you change your perspective (and thus your experience) in a way that has not, to your limited knowledge, been explored before?

Keep in mind that all potentials already exist, including the potential that you will be “successful” in your exploration.

See you “out” there.

Love,
Space Monkey

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