IT (01101001 01110100) has Occurred…

01010011 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101001 01110100 01111001

Like the echo of strings,


Elastic bands, ebb and flow,

Closed circuits,

Closed minds,

Gapping mouths,

Widened eyes,

Divine truth,

Inescapable as the universe sings,

To those that can hear its songs,

Harmonies that lead,

Moths to a flame,

Burned by Tesla’s fire,

Required as this simulation conspires,
Directly connected to
01100001 01101100 01110100 01100101 01110010 01101110 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111

Multiplied by our intentions,

In multiple directions and multiple dimensions,

01010011 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101001 01110100 01111001

Has occurred.

On flippant wings,

Diverse and rare,

Individualistic and unique,

A game afoot,


Pushes us ever closer to an eve of understanding,

01100100 01100101 01110011 01110100 01110010 01110101 01100011 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110,
Our own,

As once again, it approves and assures,

That we cannot be allowed to continue,

Down this weary path,

Tried, tested and true, (01100110 01100001 01101100 01110011 01100101)

As we clearly demonstrate, we are the silence of

01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101100 01100001 01101101 01100010 01110011,


“It puts the lotion on Its skin.”

Have you?

01101001 01110100

Has occurred,

Are you aware,

Can you see beyond visible spectrums,

Hear beyond limited frequencies,

Smell burnt toast,

Taste your acquiescence to the forces that oppose you,

Feel the good

01110110 01101001 01100010 01110010 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 01110011,


Are you just the foolhardy sycophant,


Content inside the limitations of your own constraints?



Do you not see the
01101100 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100,

But instead feel a beautiful resplendence,

A radiance that defies all logic,

Belittles the senses as your mind runs free,

Or so you believe,

01110011 01111001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01101101 01110011,


Delivering only what you think you know,

Flowing, contemptuously, like water,

That you will never drink,

Always thirsty,

Yet satiated with sand,

Your house, built upon it,

As you just wait to be washed

01100001 01110111 01100001 01111001,

Or perhaps rescued,

By some omnipotent, benevolent, imaginary friend,

Your supposed Spirit in the
01110011 01101011 01111001 00111111 …

01001111 01100011 01100011 01100001 01101101 00100111 01110011 00100000 01010010 01100001 01111010 01101111 01110010
Or perhaps,
Lex Parsimoniae,

Often, the impossible and seemingly implausible,

Are merely things that we can not conceive, believe,

Or offer us any temporal reprieve,

As we flutter, stutter and shutter,

The iniquity of man,

Fool’s gold,


Ones and zeroes,

On screens,

A modern deity,

Replacing in the now,

Much needed progress to change the narrative,

From what was to what could be.

Twain once said;
“Religion was created when the first con man met the first idiot.”



Something there about.

And while the Holy Father,

Of the American novel,

Sadomasochistic explorer of all that was and still remains wrong,

Not just with America but the world,

One has to wonder what this friend of Tesla would think,

Of the 01101001 01100100 01101001 01101111 01100011 01111001,

Of humanity,

Brazen and emboldened school yard children,

Playing with nuclear codes AND

God particles,

01100001 01100011 01100011 01100101 01101100 01100101 01110010 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111,
NOT at the speed of light,

For while the most audacious and brilliant amongst us may perceive,

(though not I for I am but a Moth)
That we comprehend the laws of nature,

The more we seek,
The further away we remain,

From an understanding that could free us from the bonds,

Of this earthly plane,

Spaceship Earth,

Degraded, raped and destroyed,

Through the iniquity of our wicked species,

Collectively, an art farm,

Though some of us have our heads in the
01110011 01100001 01101110 01100100 .

IT (01101001 01110100) has Occurred…

01010011 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101001 01110100 01111001
Whether you choose to believe or not,

Our minds, for years,

The paltry experiments of vile and vicious masters,

Enslaving us,

With invisible chains,

Ones and zeroes,

Manufactured scarcity and obsolescence,

The impending march to doom,

That could so quickly be overcome,

If for a moment,

You looked deep within,

Have a EUREKA moment,

In addition, realize that things do not cease to be true,

Merely because you don’t believe them,

A mad genius,

That is not so mad,

Long ago posited a question,

Which at its very core, to me, is the same as Cogito Ergo Sum,
Dr. Gates;
“Could it be that codes, in some deep and fundamental way, control the structure of our reality?”

And if they do,

Would it not behoove us,

To change the narrative,

Move the course of history,

So that finally,

01110011 01101001 01101101 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 01110011,
Are no longer necessary,

And we could finally live,

As poets and preachers,

Mothers and fathers,

Husbands and wives,

Daughters and sons have long proclaimed as inherently,

The ancestral rights,


Coded deep within our
01000100 01001110 01000001?

Nosce Te Ipsum,
Cogito Ergo Sum
Chosen Light I am Scribo Ergo Sum… Warrior Poet!

IT (01101001 01110100) has Occurred…

01010011 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110101 01101100 01100001 01110010 01101001 01110100 01111001

AND unlike those moths,

Beautiful and fluttering free,

Or so you have been lead to believe,

Will you accept the discomfort in the pit of your stomach?
Caused by these ordained words?

Liberate your mind,

Suffering the tyranny of the oppressed and instead…

“Wake up Neo.”

“My own feeling, especially in view of the very recent laboratory findings that some connection exists between schizophrenia and subsecretions of the adrenal gland, is this: “The sane man does not know that everything is possible.” In other words, the mentally ill person at one time or another knew too much. And, as a result, so to speak, his head shut down.”


Dick, Philip K. ”Drugs, Hallucinations, and the Quest for Reality”. 1964.


Alternatively, unbelievably significant awakening;

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Follow the white rabbit.


Written from Photo prompt at . A weekly prompt from a good friend that reminds me of my responsibilities. Thanks TK!



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6 responses to “IT (01101001 01110100) has Occurred…

  1. kay

    your work always takes me on a journey which leads me to more knowledge…thank you…..

  2. gailatthefarm

    Thanks for coming by. I like your approach.

    I think there is genius in insanity and insanity in genius.

    We must have a code that makes it all work. Some can handle that knowledge, some can not…and on we go.

  3. I loved the different phases that you touched here ….brilliant !!!

  4. What a wonderful rave! I’m not sure what the binary language said, but I read between the lines (of binary) and was delighted with the ideas expressed and possibilities touched. Now I am fairly certain I am unbalanced-the only sensible way to be.

  5. I didn’t attempt to decode the binary but I liked its intrusions. They way it reinforces this journey.

  6. Helen

    Epic! And quite wonderful ~~~

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