or do I simply write loads of hoey. What if there is no hoey in me. What if....

I were the only existence on this earth and everyone and everything around me simple a haze of conscious confusion, or indeed, focused confusion.

What if my existence is an unfocused lense that can only be cleaned through time. What if the focal-cleansing is the conscious awakening. What if it has been clean all the time! What am I when I awaken from my conscious dream. Am I a pure soul. Am I an existence governed by nothing as my true existence is nothing but random particle focusing based on a system of random energy like confusion..

What if...

You the reader were in my head what would you see. Would you be me or would you see through my eyes with your thoughts. Are your thoughts the consequence of what you feel. Or is what you feel a consequence of your thoughts. What if neither were a consequence of anything. What if consequence was simply that. A con. A FAKE SEQUENCE. What if it wasn't What if that sequence were to be truely decoded. Its purpose broken down. then what if the very consequence of thought is causing the very consequence of the decoding. What if that decoding were to discover that the consequence of the fact that the consequence of decoding the consequence of the sequence of thought was in fact the consequence of the code. Could we call that a "code of consequence"?

We could have the first law of consequence.

It could be worded as:

For nature of consequence to be observed one would have to derive the route of the consequence, ie what caused the consequence in the first place.

As our consequence is based on our thought that it is a consequence, we can assume that consequence is actually a "product" of thought.

We could also state that if a consequence is a product of the thought, we can presume that all consequence based production is based on the initial thought.

The second law of consequence could be..

Once the conclusion of consequence has been observed we can assume that thought is causing the conclusion. Thus the conclusion that consequence is  produced by thought is based on the original thought of  consequence.

The third law of consequence could be. - Conclusion is based on consequence.

For one to realise that the conclusion is the orignal observation of consequence one can agree that the conclusion is based on consequence.

(My little mind says remove the common denominatior ie CON you get a sort of illusion of sequence)

if conclusion is based on consequence and consequence is based on thought that consequence is based on thought. What is thought based on? The consequence of the last thought?

Thought is the consequence of the last thought?

Thought breeds thought.

How many thoughts do you have?

Each one is a consequence of the last. But now you have read this! and you consequence of thoughts has a past realisation of the consequence of thought.

I know what your past contains! How MAD IS THAT? Everything you see and feel that you think about will have a consequence of thought.

Right?

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Twinkley lights of shining delight

My theory of where thought comes from is based on the millions of thoughts I had before that was influenced by thoughts of a million people. A timeless time of ages ago...You know!

So im a simply a sequence, right? a consequence of the time before right. No control of the next thing. Just a product of the last thing. Yeah right.............

Im typing away here a red piece of fabric draped over the window. Fabrics over the main window. Forming a welcoming arm embracing beauty of Venitian delight. The mask of Venice hung centrally to provoke curiosity to all the guests that I see.

I see. The moon light of an age old shine caresses my soul as the thoughts tranmutate into pixelated messages sent over the know expanse of human discovery. Going into the realms of a million unseen journeys. Conquering dimensions beyond the majority that eat the fruit of knowledge that it brings. One can only imagine the existance of a timeless time where the moment if not the next and the next is not the moment. The remote child in our minds teases us as the profound connection of universal realisation spoon feels the seed of the tomorrow with the games of discovery eating the parental discovery of now.

Music by the name of GATECRASHER laughs at me as I request its blessing and dance the merry dance of keyclick and thought move. My arm are a cry from the requests of continum where the night of the call me to the land of the sleep sends me to the journey of the system of the forget. Where the revelations of the wow are thoughts of the past and the change in my dreams of the day of the old where the same I am told...........

The mother of time becons me to the energy that will appear to awaken me the life force attributed to destiny.

Health of my body is crawling from that child of new and becoming a man once again. Where I laugh at my fears that my return would never arrive.

IM STRONGER THAN EVER BEFORE.

I UNDERSTAND WHAT I NEVER UNDERSTOOD BEFORE.

I AM MY OWN DOOR to the reality I once was.

The demon Nicotine has no longer got that hold I once ignored. I laugh now at the excuses I made.

I laugh

How did it all start?
Well when I was about 10 my Father brought me a computer called an Acorn Electon...WHAT A FUN MACHINE THAT WAS.

In then days you had BASIC on the machine. I played with that machine for days. I typed endless programs from magazines simply to make a game. MAKE A GAME?

My sister would find me in town by going to all the computers sections because I worked out how to place my name on a computer screen so that no one could break out of it, unless you switched the machine of.
if you pressed a button you'd get a taunting message something like "ha ha you cant get rid of me.."

I then progressed to a Sinclair Spectrum the keys had multiple commands on them so programming was too hard. Games were on tape in them days you know (old voice applies). Picture would take ages to load.

THEN I acquired an Amiga my sister brought it for me. that when the fun started ...again.

Putting the endless years I spent drawing using Delux paint to the side. I convinced my mother to fork out £100 for a modem which allowed me to dial into BBS. That Bulliten boards..They were funky. It was always about finding the site that allowed you in to there SECRET area. That would involve passwords. chats. Endless trust based communications. and other funny meetings. My first modem was 1200baud thats slow!.very slow indeed. nowadays you get 56000+. Thats pretty amazing.

I now have Zak.net. and love the fact that Zak@zak.net exists... that is what I call a TOUCH!. what a stroke of luck????

I think its funny how much of a techy I really am. I think im pretty obsessed with the whole concept of computers in reality!

Anyway Love life be happy.........