World Of Windows

World of Windows is a concept of universal truth through the discovered illumined reality of the supreme being of light and the foundation of core. Theoretically, we are all one, variations of the same seed that was born only in order to multiply and then to divide, in order to create new formulas in expression of the same divine principle. We are children of the one, brothers and sisters of the light. Conceptually, through the course of time, the one race and one breed of multiplication divided, separated, and went their own ways, out into the world in order to establish his own domain, creating his own heritage, and expressing his own way of seeing the same principles of universal truth. These ways of seeing are all windows, all expressing the same truth based on the declaration of ones own ideals, within the scope of society. Therefore, World of Windows teaches understanding through the exploration of peoples as children of the light, reflections of the ways of truth, and of the one universal body of love.

World Of Windows

World of Windows is a story of brotherhood and rival and war and separation. It tells of the world and the root and source of all social and cultural and racial inferences known to man. This story, like the Parable of Stars, goes back into time, and shows the struggles of humanity within their own families that led to battles demanding separation of settlements. When the brothers from one family swore war against one another because they were convinced of no other way to settle indifferences, they took their wives and children and formed legions against each other. These families became strangers in time, as brothers, now kings of his own way, taught his family to follow the way that he believed to be the best way. This trend would continue on until the end of time. The son would leave his father and claim that he no longer saw fit to the prescription of his father, but wanted to explore a new path, and would take his wife and create yet a new legacy of peoples beyond the walls of his fathers house. World of Windows, is a story told of one family tree that bore fruit. The fruit were harvested and the seeds were planted on new soil. The soil and the world around it, generated new versions of the same fruit. And the fruit evolved. They became painted by the rainbow and made the earth fruitful in its multiplicity. This story teaches love and respect for all peoples, because we are all brothers and sisters, and we have each been taught the way of our fathers, yet, our fathers, all fruit of the same tree, were compelled to find new soil for their own fruit to be harvested. Because of this compelling human instinct to be able to choose his own path and to go out into the world and discover his own way, the world as we know it is colourful and interesting and diverse in its complex portraits of human social evolution. It is a story of acceptance and peace.

World Of Windows

World of Windows is a theory that considers each individual perspective to be like a color of the one rainbow, contributing to the dynamic spectrum of radiance that has created this multi-faced world of multi-cultural peoples, each contributing a relevant perspective as to his own way of seeing the world.  This concept teaches to not only accept and respect, but also to appreciate and highly value the varied perspectives as equal precedence of the same universal truth.

In regard to religion and the service of ones own God, this concept addresses the issues of indoctrination by realizing that God by any name is an image based on an idealism through which a people are taught to aspire to through dedicated service of distinctive principles leading toward the particular idealist notion of truth.  A people's God, then, is a declaration of faithful beliefs, through a theoretical perspective of that which is ideal within the origin of peoples.  It is the conceptual pursuit of an understanding for the highest order of all things.

"In this world of windows, the more windows we open the more light we share. When all windows are opened there will be immaculate illumination. One window at a time toward perfect world peace. Each window presents a way of seeing, a path, a perspective. Respect. Love. Peace. This is the way to the golden glowing globe."

"Religion is none more than a means to declare a definition of ones own interpreted spiritual awareness through the declaration of indoctrinated ideals as a basis for familiar maturity within a communal environment."

"Spiritual experiences can be explained and interpreted in the order toward a mutual understanding through religion, but, religion does not create spiritual experiences, although it may have the ability to harness and heighten the energies that abound our spiritual presence."

In the Wind

The earth keeps spinning, makes me dizzy now. I watch as everything goes around in circles, turning out of control, in control of the rotation is the revolution; A revolver on its axis, telling time, reading time, recording time as it is told over and over again. Never stopping, unstoppable, where will it end? It won’t end. The cycle is on repeat. Wash, rinse, and repeat. The spin cycle! Dizzy, am I, as my whole world is now flipped upside down, inside out… and it never stops. Like the rock as it rolls – Avalanche! A natural disaster... The twisted tornado called Cyclone terribly destroys everything in its path – uprooting the deeply rooted – gravitating beyond the forbidden. Unbreakable winds. Unbeatable odds. What were the odds of this happening? Such an oddity was this catastrophe that no one saw it coming. They were unable to predict the time.

And you ask why as if there were any answers to be gained of such a questions. The obvious answer is that there are no answers. Explanation is a science and interpretation is an art, thus, the best we can hope for is the means to expressively dictate the counteractions of the contagious fall. There, you have it. If at all possible to understand what it means to be, to exist, to experience this experimental development of a unified social clause – resolving the secrets of simple stories simply untold, kept hidden for ages from the age of the ages left behind. History was the stories he told, and her story was left untold – lost in an ocean of buried treasures. Yet still, when all is revealed by illumination, it became obvious, that the answers were all blatantly obvious all along. More still, there are no answers, on the quest-I-on.

Quest; I request to know the vision inside that only I can see to know and hope to understand. Dictate nothing, for your words are empty and static. Freedom is found as I Quest. Ions of creative genetic genes evolve into a genealogy of genius sentiments. A generation lost in time now begins at one at once and multiplies beyond the necessity of doubt, for her in this new era, there is certainty for each individual in the discovery of multiplicity in the reality of Uni. Unsurpassed by space or time in a region of defined depth and detail this, something unexplained and unexplainable. Yet, even still, ever still, seeks to find a way to express, to explain the interpretive visions of a life beyond words – as perception of reality changes the provocative realism into something unreal, unrealized until now, yet, as reality changes with the time, the Quest remains constantly driven by time.

Dull – the drab writings on the wall ought to be erased. Painted as a blank canvas. Tear down the nonsensical distinction of defined perimeters, principalities in records that lawful fools wrote in order to order an order of the ordered and ordained. Rulers rule as a service of documented jargon to serve as word as god as supreme. Dull. What a bore to discover the more than mildly miscalculated gumptions of the obviously mediocre substitutes for freedom. An excuse for the way, a lie called the truth and death known as life. Imprisonment sentenced to a rule… a step by step diagram of formulated formulations. The formulas that, ones by one, never stop coming. Here we come. There is no other way, for me there is no way to be other than not to be, a stipulation by the regulation of regal regulations of the regular regional regime. Here we go. Refusing to be dull. Rebel against the bore.

Exasperated! The fumes of insecticide fumigated the scene trying to kill off what the product called chem., is trying creatively as intended to ignore the word by claiming climax.

iPerfect

In years from now the world will be completely different.  You think that this Earth will allow us to kill her and destroy her, but you are wrong.  It is all a part of the truth, the plan to evolve.  We are preparing for our own destruction, for the regeneration of the new way. To burn in the fires of hell, we perish by the heat of our own uncontrolled consumption.  She will burn.  Watch as she now begins to burn her fever away.  You have made her sick and now she must heal toward the revolution.  She prepares to cook,  and consume you and all of your trash as fuel for her furnace.  So hot will the earth become, with no barrier to protect us from the cruel Sun, that the only suitable place to dwell will be the ocean, and below the Earth's surface.  All of humanity will retreat to the depth of the sea, and a new-founded underworld.  Until the ocean begins to boil, and the core of the Earth exudes irrational heat, cooking everything within it.  And all of the toxins will rise as a new chemistry of gases, expelling itself into the atmosphere.  Burning and boiling in a fire of flaming furnace, and everything will be destroyed.  There is a way to survive.  It is the ultimate preparation toward evolution.  Only the chosen few will learn this new way... all other forms of life will perish as we know it.  The only hope for the future is to become the alignment of the stars.  Perfect.