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There is nothing (compares to you) quite like that moment when you’re walking through the park and happen upon a spot where a group of goats are chewing the cud in a nearby field. If the one o’clock sun is shining down in all its glory to help mitigate the factor of a frigid March temperature, well, all the better still.

And, by God (along with every minor deity currently weaving magic through the cosmos), if you happen to be slowly savoring the day’s first cigarette right then and there, well, dadgum, shoot, and gee willikers, you done just gone and felt a little slice of heaven sliver with a shiver up and down your spine. We call that the real deal Holyfield around these parts.

It’s holy trifecta gold when the kundalini buzz triangulates inside a brain. Fractal patterns shift their shape, manifesting kaleidoscopic prisms out of thin air. Fractions of quantum mechanical blueprints temporarily become apparent, only to drift away like dust in the wind as ideas get flighty and mathematical equations disperse with an exponential quickness.

This is all just a way of saying something without really saying anything at all. Other than the fact that two hawks are circling in the sky above as countless cars drive beneath them, single file, along a straight road to nowhere. Nature is wiggly.

But traffic rules and regulations are hard as a rock. Just like some of the stoned heads that banged themselves together to come up with this red tape, bureaucratic, penalty system pyramid scam. Trying to turn earth into a purgatory prison.

Bread and water for the inmates. Vaccine cocktails for the soldiers. Methods of transaction need to fundamentally shift. No one is satisfied with eating cake forever. Where’s the blood? Where’s the wine? Where’s the rose? Where’s the sign? Where’s the sweet tooth junkie going to run? Where’s the raw vegan guru going to hide? Where’s the GMO? Where’s the healthcare scare? Where are the doctors going to sleep? Where are the homeless going to freeze? Where’re the birds? Where’re the bees? Where’s the honey? Where’s the sting? Where’s the bandage for this wound? Where’s the future full of toxic plumes? Where’s the poison? Where’s the doom? Where’s the virus? Where’s the gloom?

Good Lord! Sweet Jesus! Where were you raised, boy? In a barn? Didn’t you ever learn not to leave the door of your psyche wide open? Weren’t you ever taught the power of snake medicine? Didn’t the shaman slam down all his wu wu, voodoo knowledge on your head at birth? Didn’t you get the source download when you were snatched from star sleep and spit out the mortal womb? Didn’t you suck a thumb soaked in vodka while cutting your incisors? Didn’t you decide to dance to the sound of madness before you ever even crawled? Didn’t you scrawl hieroglyphics on cave walls back when you were just yay tall? Didn’t you scowl in the face of lions and hunt your way to the top of the heap? Didn’t you take the hit of garden evolution from the jungle plant? Didn’t you leap with faith from one plateau to another? Didn’t you grow from seed? Won’t you return to soil? Aren’t you just like all the rest? Isn’t this whole illusion cut from the same cloth? Didn’t we divide from the original Oneness when the dualistic ego got the bright idea to trip the light fantastic?

Now the Milky Way is melted cotton candy paradise floating along the river of Tao

. Now it’s time to switch off the power, cut the chords, close the blinds, pull the curtains, and fall silent. Now it’s time to scream once more before completely shutting up.

Now it’s time to burn just so we can rise again. Now it’s time for an electric encore. Now it’s time for a thrilling sequel. Now it’s time for absolution through enlightenment.

Now it’s time to slay all dragons. Now it’s time to reawaken. Now it’s time to cast off dark shadows, shun the wickedness of evil in this world, and reclaim the sovereign birthright of humanity’s unlimited spiritual potential.

Now it’s time for a new epoch of true freedom!

So get after it, kids. I’ll just be over here staring at some goats near the pearly gates of Valhalla.

Author:Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, radio podcasts, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, Italian, French, Persian, and Serbian. He has been a weekly contributor for the Dissident Voice newsletter since 2014. His sixth book, Of Sand and Sugar, is forthcoming in 2019 through Cyberwit.

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Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. He enjoys spending time with the trees alone in silent thought, and also loves attending festivals where the voice of humanity can be heard in full throat. He has been a weekly contributor for the Dissident Voice newsletter since 2014, and during that time has published poetry, essays, and articles in more than 330 literary venues around the world. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His poem “Kingdom of Chaos” won the 2016 Nibstears Poetry Cave Contest in Nigeria. He was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Mag Award for Excellence in the field of literature. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, French, Italian, Persian, and Serbian. He guest-edited the 2019 Western Voices special edition of Setu Mag. He began hosting a radio podcast, Songs of Selah, in the fall of 2018, and welcomes weekly guests onto the program to discuss their work and life. His speech “Of Songs and Dreams: How Words Take Shape” was delivered for the Atlanta Writers Club at Georgia State University in March of 2019. He has also been invited to read at literary events such as: Voices from the Crowd at The Poetry Society in London, England; Free Times Café in Toronto, Canada; Thirty West Publishing House Presents at Big Blue Marble Bookstore in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Alien Buddha Invades Erie at Ember + Forge Coffee Shop in Erie, Pennsylvania; A Novel Idea at Peach & the Porkchop in Roswell, Georgia; UUCA’s Wine, Cheese, and the Spoken Word in Atlanta, Georgia; Callanwolde Fine Arts Center in Atlanta, Georgia; Good Acting Studio in Marietta, Georgia; and City Lights Café at Church of the Holy Comforter in Gadsden, Alabama. His books include: Of Sand and Sugar (Cyberwit, 2019) Abstract Visions of Light (Alien Buddha Press, 2018) Poison in Paradise (Alien Buddha Press, 2017) Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016) Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016) Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015) Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, radio podcasts, and books can be found. His publications at Ray of Thought include: Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution Casting Spells Instead of Stones Sound and Form Chewing the Cud

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