God Particles

Ok, fair warning. I guess I care about this.

I'm going to say something, and then something else, so here we go:

Something

I know I'm a mere 8 years late to reporting on this, but in 2016, there was a incident at CERN where a weasel gnawed through a power cable that shut down the entire hadron collider machine thereby interrupting (or perhaps just delaying) collection of new data on the Higgs Boson particle. 

You can read more here.

Legend has it that this event has set humanity on a new timeline.

You have to literally -break- news (what people know) to make history (what people remember), you see. 

Destruction allows the space for creation.

I'm going to write another post on what history actually is. Stay tuned.

But for now, you just need to know this: in 2012 they "discovered" the Higgs Boson particle. 

The God particle, the "physical" thing that forms every~thing* from *no~thing.

Keep in mind that the Mayans predicted the end of the world in this very same year.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut...............you're reading this and I'm writing this, so we're all still here.

I guess.

Living in a post-"world" earth. 

Perhaps it's proof that life is eternal.

Which is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool.

And if you don't believe me, check out the Mandela Effect.

Anyone legitimately remember Chic-Fil-A? Or Chik-Fil-A? 

In the 1990s?

Chyeah

And now it's Chick-Fil-A.

False memories of a previous timeline of which we are no longer a part of?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Subtle.

So anyway, here is the real tea: obviously the world ended (or the world as we knew it #REM) in December 2012. Onto a new age, we were. I was in grad school and wholly unaware at the time. 

Meanwhile, CERN was doing CERN stuff.

By the way, the earth is an electromagnet and they know that and so they're, to quote the Chainsmokers, "pushing all the limits of the tame drugs", aka colliding particles that emit tremendous amounts of energy into the universe at a subatomic level when they do these kinds of things with their big energy machine. 

To me, it may be even more impactful than a nuclear bomb because of the ripple effect outwards, but the extraterrestrials don't come comment on this one for whatever conspiratorial reason.

Maybe it's supposed to happen.

However:

Hurricanes, tsunamis...

Various "natural" disasters have occurred across oceans resulting from this unwieldy use of power.

And no "world power" kind of country has ever connected the dots to tell the Genevan council or whoever to cease and desist their little big experiments.

But weasel.

Weasel is here to save you.

Weasel is here God's plan sent here to destroy, nay, disrupt this galactic force upon humanity.

What a martyr.

What a weasel.

Sorry, Marten.
CERN says it could have been a marten.
And so the weasel's name is Marten.
Say hi.

All I'm saying is that here are some facts:

- CERN

- Weasel

- Timeline Split

Did the weasel, by interrupting a propulsion of insane magnetic electrical energies on a certain 'date', send us on some eerily more exciting and fun and creative and awesome timeline?

Is this now the stringy reality we get to be a part of because of said weasel? 

Like, did CERN have us all set up?

On the way.

To, like, their way. 

Home and ready to go (#squaredance).

But not to a world 

Or a heaven....

....that anyone really wanted, so...

Plot twist.

A weasel intervenes to send us spiraling now a new timeline of human destiny!!!!

*~*imagine*~*

Look what you just made me do.

Thank you.

Thank you, weasel. 

Thanks for getting us out of this one, you saved us!

Oh weasel, my weasel.

We didn't know you had already come and so you CAME, dear weasel.

You came for us. 

Just for us.

You died for us, dear weasel.

Weasel from heaven.

The one who thwarted, who overturned the world power in a day.

With merely a sacrifice.

Oh, dear weasel.

Savior weasel.

Jesus weasel.

I'm listening

[ok side bar - no cap - even the very word 'weasel' is looking all like a joke right now; please find this hilarious]

And so we commemorate you by changing this concept of 'our time' relative to you

Because time is fake and we're eternal so we can just call it what we like

The Year of Our Weasel

We will base every year 

Hence forth

From this year

2016

The Year of Our Weasel

And we will sign every letter

Every Decree

Post Hence

In regards to

The Year of Our Weasel

This day, this date

By Here Proclaimed

August 20th, 8th A.W.

After Weasel.

For we are in a new age.

Oh, dost thou speak of history? 

In but yet to so afore canst thou even remember?

Has no mere mortal ever intervened in the plans of God?

Ah, ye fool.

'Tis merely a flesh wound

Carry on with the theatre now, go; Go!

Can we all

Just please

Hold a moment of silence

For my poetry

...

Ok thank you

Something Else

Maybe this is the part you've all been waiting for. 

Perhaps this is the recipe part of the blog that you jumped to prior to reading the history of why I always used dried and slow-cooked garbanzo beans in hummus because they make it fluffier than using canned cannellini beans because you wanted to 

skip ahead 

but 

Look

You had to learn the lesson anyway.

Poof!

By the mere magic of words

All of the sudden

You know how to make better hummus.

The truth is that it doesn't matter if weasel intervened or not. 

The truth is the only thing that determines the future we experience is our own present consciousness.

The truth is that we are creators in this world and get to decide who we are in every moment. 

The truth is that it matters not what the government or its affiliated institutions have planned or are doing. 

The only things that matter are:

- Our intention: our "why", values, what we actually love and care about

- Our attention: our focus,  choice of actions, reactions, words, and thoughts in the present moment of awareness

Everything else, and I mean e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. else, is quite irrelevant.

The God particle that they've been looking for is in you.

It IS you.
It's always been you.

You are the creative force in your life.

Do you know what the earth is?

So here we go

If you're still waiting for some savior, political candidate, outside force, or weasel to come and make everything okay or change something to improve your life, you have placed your intention and attention away from you.

Cute, but not sustainable
Idol at best
Savior at worst

It would be wiser to redirect that energy inward and question all of your fears (misused attention) or why things beyond your control even matter so much (misused intention).

Sorry to get all serious on you, but I used to be one out here, hoping for a weasel. 

Turns out the weasel had already come, and I just had to accept that I AM the weasel and that's all I need to rob CERN of all its power.

If reality's a state of mind,

TWS

Green Lights (demo); Chainsmokers

Look What You Made Me Do; Taylor Swift

Schedules

It has come to my attention how unpleasant mornings are. 

They've always been unpleasant ever since I can remember waking up. Not in a Garfield "I hate mornings" way but in an "I just really hate having to wake up right now" kind of way. 

What can I say, I'm a dreamer. It's literally what I'm here to do.

I don't hate waking up, per say. I rather enjoy opening my pretty brown eyes to natural sunshine and birdsong. Or waking up from a really good nap. Or waking up laughing out loud from a really great dream.

But waking up like a girl, interrupted? 

Um, no. 

That's not for me. 

That might be for other people with other priorities, but that is not for me.

I would just like to point out that in order to force yourself to wake up at a time that doesn't naturally open your eyeballs, you have to set something called an "alarm". 

Just look at the language. It's so clear. What else are "alarms" used for?

Car alarms

Fire alarms

Smoke alarms

Security alarms

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*LOUD EMERGENCIES~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Having to or forcing yourself to wake up is literally alarming.

It's disturbing.

It's jarring.

It's hard to adjust because it's so off-putting.

Physically, spiritually.

You are crashing into your own brain waves instead of riding them all the way to shore like a cool kid.

But waking up naturally when your body has done its allotted amount of...

resting

healing 

dreaming

because your body knows best

When your consciousness is ready to return to this realm

With nature: the sun, the birds

It's absolutely beautiful.

Physically, spiritually.

And God said, "Let there be ease",

TWS

Skibidi

I'm so glad we have a word for it now. 

Before, we just had to say nothing or something else.

But now, ah yes now, we have skibidi. Oh, the archons really knew what they were doing with that one. 

What a time to be alive.

It still causes red squiggly lines here, though. 

But give it some time and both the language and its word processing overlords will catch up.

I was reading this thing that was saying how a language changes so fast and it has to in order to keep up with cultural changes, but it changes so much that people two hundred years ago would have no idea what you're talking about even though you're technically speaking the same language.

This is why I keep up with slang. Not to sound pretentious or try to fit in anywhere, but I cannot be a scholar of another language if I can't even keep up with the changes of my own.

You have to keep updating the software of your tongue if you want to keep using it meaningfully, you see.

As a poet, this is really exciting because it just means that I have more words to work with. It's like getting a box of crayons with all new swirly colors. As consciousness expands, so do the concepts that go with it, and now I have more stuff to compare to other stuff!

Oh, what a time to be alive.

I mean, why shall I compare thee to a summer's day when I could compare you to the boiling laptop battery on my sweaty upper thighs?

Alison Krauss may have to release a remix so that you say it best...when you say skibidi.

And what's even more unsettling than both of those literary examples is the fact that nothing has meaning except for the meaning you give to it. 

Every word is a tool.

Every tool is a choice.

It's up to you how will you use it.

Diction at its finest. 

If you're not very creative, you'll just say it's all a coincidence.

The meaning is that there isn't any.

In other words, skibidi.

Will you resist the change and swim valiantly and tiresomely against the current of a new generation? 

Will you embrace change so openly and stupidly it knocks you on your back like a soggy toddler trying to befriend a wave?

Or will you let it float freely in your ocean of awareness, accepting the human paradox that the only constant is change so you might as well vibe.

Poolside tiki bar,

TWS

Ossicle

I saw the roachiest roach outside of Publix last night. 

Man, what a roach.

I know the typical reaction to such an insect is one of repulsion and quickening of pace, but this roach was so one in himself, that I could hardly look away. Instead, I think I even backtracked so I could look even longer. 

Unfortunately for my readers, I didn't get a picture. It's kind of one of those things where you see a beautiful landscape and no picture can quite capture the essence or depth of it firsthand. Except instead of breath-taking sky and mountains, it was an awe inspiring display of roach on pavement. Besides, he looked like he's one of those highly exclusive roaches who wouldn't let you get a picture of him, even if you asked nicely. 

This roach was about all things roach. He had nothing to prove. Nowhere to scuttle off to. He was just there, being. Roaching. In broad daylight by a concrete pillar.

How do I even describe him? I mean yes, of course, the shiny brown exoskeleton had absolutely been polished to give it that special kind of crunchy, roachy gleam. He probably paid premium for a chitin infusion.

That's right, I tend to do a little more research than necessary to add local color to these writing sketches. Yesterday I wrote a sentence that featured the mustache of an inca tern. It's like I know too much, and I love knowing too much, and I can't stop.

Like, is roach energy a thing? Because this one had it. The full embodiment of what a roach should be, could be, would ever be, and he's just living that out. He looked like he had some past lives living through nuclear times and had integrated all of that awareness back into himself.

Let me put it this way: when you think of roach, you think of him. He is the image of roach that lives in your brain. I don't know why you have roaches in your brain, but for some reason when I use that word, "roach", your neurons are too busy constructing some image of this roach in your mind's eye and you're just left sitting there, thinking about a roach.

This roach.

Maybe it's because he was where he should be that he was able to look so bold, so impressive, so august. He wasn't inside of Publix, shopping or scaring the bipedals with his presence. He wasn't in anyone's house scrounging for food in the darkness, living rent free off of the filth. 

No, this roach definitely pays rent. Probably has some sweet quadruplex arrangement with the sidewalk spiders. 

You could just tell, man. This roach was exactly where he was supposed to be and he knew it. He knew it will all the roachy confidence. I just have to say that it was refreshing to see a roach just freely being a roach in all his right out in the wild. 

At that moment I backtracked to take a second look at the epitome of roach glory, I feel like the roach and I understood each other. We didn't need to change one another or come after one another. I was too busy looking and he was busy being.

That's all life is, really. 

Looking, being.

Stop thinking about roaches you weirdo,

TWS