Copyright

Just so you know, I have copyrighted all this information with myself. It is copyrighted under my laws, the laws I choose for myself, according to the true law of Democracy. Which is: A political system in which the people of a country rule through any form of government they choose to establish. Whenever you read my stuff, whoever you are, you have no right to take credit for, change, or edit anything I have written. So please, come up with your own ideas. Thank You for your time, energy, or whatever you choose to offer to me, yourself or anyone else.

Jeff Nolan

Evening Struggle

Walking down the dark and lonely street,
the couple turned into the alley,
heading towards their parked car.

"So honey, did you like the play?"

"It was wonderful."

"I agree."

As they neared their car, five invisible people hiding in the shadows of darkness
suddenly became visible, quickly surrounding the young man and his wife.

"Give us your money, your keys, and your shoes. Now."
Said the leader of the five darkly dressed men in a calm and stable tone.

"Well," said the brave and calm man as his wife looked at him in horror,
"Do you have any sort of weapons? Knives or guns?"

"No." said the leader, smiling gently at the man.

"No weapons; no keys."

"Honey!!! Just co-operate with them." Pleaded the wife to the brave man.

"Not to worry darling: you don't know everything about me.
I love this car, and I'm not letting these thugs get it."

"So," the dark leader spoke, "It's like that."
Pausing, he looked over his shoulder.
"Take him."

The four men standing behind their leader rushed the brave man in a fervor of hope and power.
Within ten seconds all four of them were spread out on the floor, gasping for air.
One of them was knocked unconscious, his head resting gently on an empty can of baked beans.

"Interesting." The dark leader smiled, noting the ancient style of fighting used by the man in white.

"Yes, interesting indeed." The man in white said, his suit gleaming in the moonlight, the shape of the
moon reflecting in his suit cuffs.

"Well, I am also an ancient warrior, a descendant of the great tribes of water."
The darkness around the man began to glow, sort of like a black light,
sucking out the light and cloaking him in distorted shadows.

"Yes, I know." Said the man as his white suit seemed to light up and a dull fire surrounded him.

Rushing forward, a black streak of light rippled towards the man of light and fire, and the battle began.
Endless punches, counter-punches, dodges, moves, jumping, falling, pain, water vs. fire,
and finally, they stood facing each other.
Anger pouring out of the eyes of the dark water.
Anger pouring out of the eyes of the light fire.
Anger everywhere.

The two men of power stood, silent for a moment.
Around them they noticed the unconscious man slowly waking up,
the three other dark men and the man's wife standing in astonishment,
and the looks on their faces as they all awaited the continuation of the fight.
The two warriors remained quiet, facing each other.
Glaring into the souls of their equal yet opposite powers.
Waiting for one to make a move. Waiting to strike the final blow.

"Dark power, I am Lucifer. Give me my sword!!"
Suddenly the sword of infinite darkness appeared out of thin air.
Lucifer swung it proudly at the head of the great fire warrior.

"Light power, I am Michael, leader of the angels. Sword!"
Suddenly the sword of infinite light appeared just in time to block the attack by Lucifer.

The fighting continued, metal and light flashing and filling the dark alley with the power of infinity.
And then, finally, a sudden counter-blow by the man of light left
Lucifer lying slightly wounded on the ground.
Michael pinned down the man of darkness,
holding his arms back with his legs,
his sword of light shining down into the soul of darkness.

"Lucifer, my eternal enemy. We must stop this, now.
This cycle must end. We must not continue. It must end."

"No Michael, you are wrong. You must kill me. You have defeated me again, now finish it."

"You don't understand. I have been searching for you, to make you my comrade and friend.
I will accept the powers of darkness into me, and you must accept the powers of light.
The powers of neutrality are out of control. They are killing the innocent,
they are destructing and murdering millions of people in the name of light,
sometimes in the name of darkness, but they do not have our permission.
They do not have our blessing.
They are abusers of what we have shown them. This must end. We must unite.
The governments of the world are out of control. This is the only way to solve it."

"You are crazy, you stupid bastard. We can never work together. We must stay separate.
We must maintain our separation, or everything will fall apart."

"Everything has fallen apart, my friend. Now we must bring it back together."

Lucifer nodded, accepting the propasal.
"Ok."

As they stood up and shook hands, two men clothed in camouflage stood looking
down from the roof above them, awaiting their orders.

"Do it now, both of you, before its to late. At the count of three, kill them."

"Yes sir."

"One. Two. Three."

The bullets tore violently through the atmosphere.
As the two metal objects of heat struggled to pull back,
the birds screamed out a warning, the roaches screeched in horror, the rats yelped in love and hope,
and the air tried to slow the progress of the metal heat. But none of this could stop the bullets.
One tore through the skin of darkness, the other through the skin of light,
thus ending their lives: sending them back into their hidden domains.
There they sat, making separate plans.
All they needed was a contract, and to them a handshake was sufficient.
For now, they could put aside the protection of good, the protection of evil.
For now, they would unite to protect the neutrality of innocence and ignorance.
For now, each side would plan out the destruction of the corruptness that has
taken over the people in control of the powers of the earth. The corruptness that
no longer respects the laws of light and darkness. The corruptness that no longer
respects the laws of love and free will. The corruptness that is rotting out the spirit
of truth.

Jeff Nolan

Internal Connection

I have learned, through rather hard struggles, the inner relationship and connectedness between all things, both physically and mentally/spiritually. For an example on this relationship, I will look at weather. Weather, even to this day, can not be predicted to 100% accuracy, and I have recently learned why this is. It has to do with Chaos Theory, but with something else added, the true physical existence or soul of structure. A living organism that is made up of not just bones and skin, but of everything in all of existence. This may seem a bit weird, so if you feel like you already have all the answers to life, feel free to stop reading and go read something else, or turn on your TV and sit there. If you can sit and watch your TV in complete comfort, knowing that everything is Ok, that all your fear is based on simple misconceptions of how you think others perceive you, then you already understand everything, and this is not for you. If you so far have no idea what I am talking about, feel free to read on, I will explain.

I think a lot of people who understand these truths do not properly know how to explain them, that is due to fear of the unknown, which is probably all based on our sub-conscious minds, or not knowing the confusion that existed in the past which was used to create the laws that we now live under, the point being that we have these laws, and a lot of them are right, and the ones that are wrong will be changed by the people who deal with this stuff, but anyway: here are all the instructions you need to fully understand what I am talking about. Whenever I put the word you in this paper you are now reading, that word has many different meanings, like it always has. People have just forgotten exactly what the word you means, well you: throughout this paper, and probably every paper ever written before this, refers to anything that has the capacity to read or understand any words or thoughts. Different people reach the conclusion of understanding the full potential of the word you by using different examples, all of which are true, because you (which if you will remember what I just said refers to all people, animals, plants, rocks, water, wind, planets, moons, aliens, or basically anything you can say: It all refers to you, even structure. You means everything and everyone, we are all on the same boat.

Now before you continue, you may want to understand that I am not asking anyone or anything to change any beliefs they have. All beliefs are true to someone or something. Look at the wind, the wind blows air around to make rain, the wind understands this and this is all it knows. This is all it has to know. So say for example if the wind could read, it would stop reading right here and burn the rest of this paper. But you see, you are not the wind, you are not plants, you are not water, you are not anything but a human, like I am. And all humans have blood pumping through their veins that needs to be fed oxygen, and the wind is happy to provide it to us free of charge. Which in case I forget to mention, this document is free of charge to anyone, all I ask is that you read it, which you obviously are.

So basically there is an internal connection inside of everything that many people for all of eternity have been trying to figure out, understand, or give various names to. All of these names are correct. The basic makeup of this internal/external/everywhere being can be described as the physical entity known as structure. Ok, this is rather simple. First you have gluons, which make up atoms, which make up cells, which make up bones, which hold muscle, which holds skin, which makes up humans, who have eyes, that see trees, birds, cars, people, ants, and everything else. All of this stuff is made of the same thing, structure. And this structure is a living being. So, maybe when it is late at night, and you are getting sleepy and are about to fall asleep, you could try and imagine talking to the internal structure of the darkness you see before your closed eyelids.

Jeff Nolan

Alien

A day ago I saw you.

Standing under the tree of despair,

Weeping as the leaves fell around you.

A tired glance of frustation.

A narrow avoidance of comprehension.

A dismal taste of danger.

Standing,

Weeping.

A day ago, it was you I saw;

Wasn't it?

"No, I am already gone."

Jeff Nolan

Experiment

About two weeks ago I started something I did not fully comprehend. Though hopefully someday I will comprehend it, as every second continues to pass I still do not fully understand. It was all based on the trust that the voice inside my head was not lying to me. I am no longer sure if that voice is even myself. It may just be the wind, blowing through the air. It may just be a mountain, slowly evolving into a hill. It may just be a rock, diminishing slowly into nothing but sand. It may just be a cat, purring in my ear. It my just be my wife, sleeping stilly besides me. It may just be a ripple in a lake, rippling away. It may just be me, sitting alone typing words that mean nothing. It could be something else though, something bigger. Something that is inside of the atoms of all things. It could be whom you call the Great Spirit and who I call God, and what others call mother earth, and others call it all sorts of names, and others deny it/he/she/whatever even exists, but that is because they do not know about Chaos Theory.

Who knows,

Anyway?

Experiment:

Please try this at home. I have a candle. I have a wooden fence outside of my apartment. With my candle I drew a medicine wheel on the fence. Just the basic circle with the cross in the middle. I then drew, outside the circle at the four corners, a different symbol which I felt represented the four different sides. Like one water symbol, one fire symbol, etc..whatever you think.

Anyway, yesterday I was staring at my wax drawing and I decided to trace it with my lucky rock, which would carve deeper into the wood, perhaps leading to a better understanding of what I had drawn. So, I randomly started tracing it. I first traced the wax circle. Then I traced the cross in the middle, then I started with the east and traced the small circle I had drawn to represent the east. Then I traced the wax outline of the squiggly line I had drawn to represent the west. Then I was about to trace the symbol for the north, and the wax was not showing up. So I skipped it and went to trace the symbol of the south, but I noticed this was not showing up. I tried hard to remember the symbols I had chosen to place on the fence, so I could just draw them in, then I could just look at the picture more clearly, to hopefully better understand its meaning. And this is when I understood. It was rather simple. I understood that the wax representing the North and South symbols were not showing up on my fence. They are still not there. I hope within twenty years they will be there. I will, even if I move, come back to my apartment every once in a while to see if the wax has shown up so I can trace it with my lucky rock. Hopefully the fence will not fall down.

Anyway, feel free to figure this out based on your own experiments. The conclusions I drew from my experiment was that the North had not accepted all the terms of world peace and free will. And it also meant that the South had also not accepted the terms of world peace and free will. So basically, it seems to me that we will not have free will until the rulers accept that they can no longer rule, and the others will accept that what was done to them is wrong, but the past can not be fixed. The past is the past is the past is the past. The future is tomorrow. Not ten years down the road. The future is the second after you read this period. The future does not exist, neither does the past, neither does the present. The only true law of the universe is called Chaos Theory. And it states that all matter, though it may behave in chaotic ways, eventually leads back to stability. A healer who knows all about this is Graywolf Swinney. Another healer who may understand quite a bit, not about Chaos Theory, but about life in general is Grizzlybear Lake. But then again, I will never know, I have never met either of these people, I have only read their information. Another person who may understand all of this is some prince, I think his name is Prince Charles. Yes. I remember his WebPages, and he is all about world peace. And some rich guy named Bill Gates, I think he invented computers or something. Anyway, we must all do our part, whether it is big or small, and we must all respect each other as teachers, especially strangers.

I guess that is all I can think of for now, I just had to write this down before I forgot it. And besides, everyone has to get their thoughts out, even if they make no sense. Perhaps someone who is more skilled in the trade of communication with the spirit world can take a look into this experiment, if they think it is worth their time.

I would like to add one more thing, it is a prayer I read earlier today that calms me greatly. I have changed it up slightly, and hopefully have the acceptance of the children of the great Chief who wrote this. If you want, you can view this experiment as some strange coincidence, and keep believing God doesn’t exist. I know he/she/it exists, you may know he/she/it doesn’t. God is not the point here, he/she/it is... Our silent partner. Our silent partner of world peace. I, like no one, can speak for God, only for myself. I am just a middle-class white boy punk rocker. So help me understand the world better, or leave me alone. I don’t care what you believe in, just don’t make me have to believe in what you do. I have my own beliefs, nothing can change that, besides brainwashing. And I think we can all agree that no one likes that. And anyway, I may have the meaning of my experiments completely backwards.

Who knows?

Anyway,

O Great Spirit God, whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life to the world: "Thank You."
I come to you as one of your many children.
I was once small and weak, but have since grown strong.
And now I ask, patiently, for your strength and your wisdom
To help guide me thru the storms.
When I walk in beauty, let my eyes perceive the
Brilliance of the red and purple sunsets. Teach me:
Teach my hands to respect the things that you have made,
And teach my ears how to better hear your voice.
Teach me wisely so that I may know the things
You have taught your children, and the things you will
Teach my children, and my children's children.
Teach us the lessons you know through all suns,
Planets, winds, plants, animals, rocks, and atoms.
Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers and sisters,
But to be able to conquer my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me ever ready to come to You with proud eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
My spirit comes to You without fear.

Chief Dan George - minor edits by Jeff Nolan

Jeff Nolan

Desolate Sleep

Sleep?
Yes sometimes, sleep indeed.
But not tonight, not today. Is that a sun, a star?
What is the difference.
Sleep.
Eternal sleep in the desolate waste.
Decrepit remains of a shattered hope.
Left behind, crumbling forth
From the powers of economic prosperity.
Desolately.... We will eventually sleep.
But when?

Jeff Nolan