Jack white is a punk.

FNORD of the day

Your moment of Zen...

I took DJHIVES out to dinner...

Well, not really but I think it would have gone something like this about a year ago.



Btw... about the book I never finished that should have been out by now...

I'm getting around to it...

Born from a barrel

"I shot a gun and saw god in the target square.

Pure thought struck a hole in the paper where,

The answer I was looking for forever, just came to me

Meditate behind the trigger, not a nigger but free.

I felt the steel pull back as the hammer locked,

The gentle nudge of the trigger made a violent shock.

The focus in me like the calm of the samurai,

No mind and the bullet pierced the bull's eye.

In a second the universe became clear

No hatred, No pain, Not a moment of fear.

Abandoned doubt for the human design

As long as I have ammo I'll be just fine.

When your born from a barrel, you know who you are.

There's a crack in the mirror and your heart has a scar.

You can live by the sword but I'll die with my gun.

It's not about the fight but the freedom I won.

In a world of lies, the truth is a rarity.

As I un-cocked the pistol I admired my clarity.

The people who see me might think I'm strange.

But people who know me know my home is the range.

The sheeple will scoff and bleat without fail,

They'll never be louder than the bullets own wail

The alchemists fire of the powder within

Lights the flame in my eyes as I grin."

-Michael Mazaroth

Man in black

The Adjustment Bureau, The Matrix, Dark City, MIB.

I keep seeing the man in black in dreams. Where did he come from? He is a swarthy man about 6 feet tall with wide native american facial features and slicked back hair. His hands are weathered and the skin on his face is pock marked. He has a pitch black suit, a dark slate grey shirt with textured stripes and no tie. He simply enters the dream or nightmare to END it. He touches me and vanishes. I have seen a shadow creature before that resembles him. It simply touches me and disappears.

I cannot say that I am a spiritual man however much I would like to be. I always see this figure especially in dystopian movies and fiction. Any insight would be helpful. I believe that this would be the closest thing I would have to an angel, demon, or spirit guide.

Back???

No this is not a stripper or a hacker. This is the real Zero.

I can't explain my actions or myself so I will not attempt to indulge those who may flood me with comments. Much has changed for me and my ethics over the time I have been gone.

I fully admit that this blog started because of 2 people. ALEX JONES and DJHIVES are why this blog is here. Like many, I have outgrown what they could have taught me. I have decided to move on.

While many will call me a sellout or a narc for my changes in viewpoint I will assure you I am an individual. I still believe that protest is pointless. I still believe that we must rise above the system and grow past its limitations.

The viewpoint that has changed is that the system is nothing more than a PARENT.

If you stop and think about it the only thing confining us to the "Matrix" is ourselves. Everything interdependent is a dependent system. If even this blog is a part of that system by its very nature it is suspect. A dependent system cannot truly teach self reliance. This is because self reliance can only be self taught.

Low self-esteem was once known as SHAME. We carry the mark of what others see in us with us in our memory. The opposite of SHAME and the antidote of it is PRIDE. True pride then comes from true accomplishment.

You cannot hold pride in that which you have not truly created. If you are proud of a position in a company but you do not own it, where is the creation? Same for a government or a faith. Pride comes not from the temporary positions or ranks or even the products we make but the skills and fitness to produce such things.

So why talk about pride? I do not own my blog, only the words within. In essence I am the DE FACTO owner of this blog legally only because I have not been disputed as such. The legal person created by my name owns the pen name ZEROMESSIAH and this in turn created the words you read. So why have pride in what is not truly mine? Pride and creation is in the self.

To make an impact or an effect on my readers even to disagree is to spur the mind toward thought. I no longer fool myself that we will always be a high minded group of intellectuals separate from the sheeple. We are all meat popsicles. We all have opinions on what perfect government is and what the system should be and provide.

This blog is no longer about those things at all, yet will have those things within its margins. You can hate me for saying it but this blog is not the path that leads to the truth, but it is the path I have left behind in my search of it. I am not the giver at all. This is simply a logbook of rants and revelations and the wise already know their place in it.

I am in search of the man in black.