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Those that are set Free




Those that are set free falls into many, many categories. There are those that are set free from the pyramid scheme so to speak so they do not have to work to make a living, these are the richies, millionaires, billionaires etc… Most in this category would want to leave a legacy, sadly most don’t… but our world is filled with a system that is geared towards spending money, once you have the hottest slickest phone out there you find out in 6 months that it is old news so to speak and becomes obsolete in yours and societies eyes and you MUST buy a new one. The people that are set free from making money are either at that place due to very fortunate or pretty negative karma, because if you have great resources at your disposal you would want to change peoples lives for the better whom seemingly can’t get out of it themselves, imagine what you could do instead of spending $100,000 million on a yacht ….you could get a homeless shelter completely redone and meals guaranteed for decades to whom ever needs them. You could support feral cat trap and fixing programs and provide money to no kill shelters to revamp and house as many cats as possible. You could throw obscure essay writing or creative writing contests with a massive prize, you could provide many local foodbanks with enough food to last decades upon decades and even throw in some goodies like luxury chocolates and things people would not be able to normally spend their money on like fine spices and oils. You could make sure womens, youth, teens, LGBT and rape shelters have the finest thread count sheets, proper mattresses and luxurious pillows, you could provide bovines to villages in Africa and India to support third world inhabitants, you could make sure that every one of your family members is safe and secure. You could assist wildlife charities when the animals are sick or injured- mainly because of us, but sadly most of these people do not think of these things, they only think of themselves and their $1000 a plate dinner, their luxury car and their mega mansion not to mention a $75,000 purse. Believe me, they have been given their ONE chance by the universe to do the right thing with resources and this is why there is so many people reincarnated into much lower existences after this life, things are not what they seem, a billionaire in this life, fine and dandy but life is very short, and the next one they are living at the bottom of the ocean as a bottom feeder.
Those that are set free include the ones that work their whole life to attain Buddha-hood. With the prospect of taking several lives most aren’t up to the challenge, but to be fully liberated and I mean spiritually, financially, and mentally would be a most awesome task to be able to complete, one only has to look at their lives to see if this is being arranged for you, to spend countless hours meditating or reading to become enlightened and nobody knows exactly what enlightenment entails, you have to experience it to know it.
There are countless and infinite people and beings in confinement currently so those that can find something to do, or involve themselves in to alleviate that notion find the real peace and the real liberation, nature is pretty unforgiving but imagine how unforgiving the universe is as well with countless worlds being held in confinement so to live in a free will galaxy seems perplexing at times but at least we are given free will to figure out our own destiny, perhaps this is a prison only serving a few mega rich but the world is what you make of it, if you are given a nice house and endless time or a nice job with some time or all the time in the world you can find things that will set you free, make you not even notice the time and make you live in an existence that is not prison, but something beautiful, happy, serene, loving, capable, sound, realistic, tempered, spiritual, caring, compassionate, smiling, the list goes on, when one thinks of themselves as a prisoner one will never be set free one will always feel confined.  Everytime I write a blogpost or live another day helping others I feel proud of myself and I feel honour because these posts are a gift from my soul to yours, and may you experience true enlightenment, happiness, and all that because you matter and are worth the effort.

-Shaun A. Delage


Poetic Lick




Scruffalog - Shaun Delage


Beauty to me.
Beauty to you.
A self of many.
Yet led totally raver astray.
Seduced by colour so fictional.
In place.
Seems rather trivial to me.
Wonder of a thought out of place.
Vibe out of self.
A video game.
Crazy and perverse realities.
Playing out in hyper duality.
Springing into action.
Per second.
No spectrum.
Only shaded illusion of the colour wheel.
Buy me, buy this,
I will sell a soul of my senseless self.
Much like a homeless guy on a street corner
collecting coins with peoples fingerprints on them.
For various intelligence agencies.
I don’t understand my very nature of being
Why sell out so early,
Systematic corruptive stare.
Amusement for beings trapped in infinite market wisdom.
Singles out a being as being intolerant.
My soul is far more beautiful and precious then ever thought possible.
I would never give into gradual dismay.
Or loss of singular reflective self.
To be part of elusive illusion.
Always super imposing scattered delusion.
Just be us for every part of life.
You still get you.
But you also get me.
What is there not to love.
I think I’ll stick with me only.
Thanks so much.
You keep you.
I keep me.
I stay I.
Ours is no more but never ending thought form of fringe reflective bliss.
Natural being-solid matter.

- Shaun Delage

kow - Shaun Delage

The cow of a woman was my wife,
And after some real lumberjack women love-in.
I had a fear that there would be no worry, nor doubt.
The cow was really myself, after ten years of not wanting to face my past.
However I felt in this skin, skin, skin.

- Shaun Delage

stella Bella - Shaun Delage

Almost four weeks old.
Beautiful,
sleeping.
Never stares.
Just looks a few times.
Meets your sight.
More-so the registration of an auric field is enough.
Sleeping calmly in my arms.
Tiny hands grasp onto my index finger.
Other hand,
My pinky.
Long darkened auburn hair shields a soft spot.
Flows around the ears.
Keeps tiny head warm.
Small breaths.
Waking every half hour or so to stretch.
Let out a cry or mumble of a cry.
Trying to cry.
Nothing to cry about,
I guess.
Sleeping in my left arm,
I prop it up on the leather sofa.
I fear of dropping the baby or perhaps its neck is too much to one side.
Perhaps she is saying in some manner that...
I’m doing ok!
If I had an angry or unforgiving energy my belief.
Is she couldn’t stand to be in my arms.
She would cry at once.
Eyes open slightly to meet yours.
Too tired to really notice.
Incredible deep eyes.
Sort of a future being looking at you.
Perhaps a princess from another galaxy.
Feeling of calmness and a soul.
Shuts them to wander off to dream of colours, shapes, fuzzy animals.
Rabbit yellow jumper.
Almost matching yellow layabout pillow.
Mostly etheric energy.
Of course a nice sensation of being carefully watched by an unknown power animal.
Is funny indeed, nothing really earthen, more of a fantasy creature.
Children dream that they exist.
The belief that they do.
Fourteen year old coon-cat fuzzy wants to meet her.
What a sight!
The things to take pleasure in seeing on this earth.
Sitting in a meadow with an eight week old babe,
a fuzzy cooncat,
surrounded by yellow and purple petals.
Greenish spring fresh cut grass.
Some fresh water on hand.
Baby food, some snacks for the adults.
Baby milk, baby case, toys, extra jumper.
She looks off but needs you for years.
Sensitive paternal and maternal instinct shines brightly and beautifully.
Baby bed with five blankets covering her tiny soul.
Sensitivity abound with the natural philosophy of soul incarnation.
A viewpoint that would remind one that we are never forgotten.
That new lives are coming into focus.
That will guide and protect us when we can’t do it for ourselves.

- Shaun Delage


Boiled egg - Shaun Delage

Battling the inner divinity.
Intrigued by certain philosophy.
Either ignoring my prince to be.
Or submitting to his kiss.
The trauma of being in love.
The enlightenment in choosing nothing at all.
Wanting to be his art piece.
Wanting to be choosing neither.
A pet or a broadcast being.
Where is the enlightenment not being able to choose anything.
How should I ignore those I love to being salvation.
Being a personal guru to many.
Wanting to find a nirvana state of mind.
Is there such a nirvana in not doing anything.
Or shall I find the choice of making it all on my own Huddling by a tree.
Not wanting to be a part of much, but the development of my bloody egg like flesh in my head
Perceptive skills of the future.
What good is the skillset if I cannot help others.
Choosing the recluse.
Wonderment of the ages.
Renouncil of technology.
Of the being I adore most.
Of the flesh I care to taste daily.
Of the eyes I wish to stare into for ages.
Of the person I want to call my lover.
If he believes in me I shall give him my time in belief.
I want to be his intensity.
I want to serve his needs.
I want to kiss his ear.
I want to bathe him.
I want to run my tongue down his arm.
But I wonder if the path of the enlightened ones, is simply another ism.
Meant to lead us away from the path.
I know my purpose.
My purpose is him.
My purpose is to be inspired by him.
His love, his radiating energy and his beautiful soul.
I simply cannot wait.
Until he appears.
If he doesn’t.
I will gladly choose the path.
Of the enlightened ones
- Shaun Delage

Saucy - Shaun Delage

Scent of a man,
licking his pits,
unknowing to himself...
worked all day.
Scent of a tigerthat
has just feasted...
bloody cat snout,
Although it’s natural.
Illustrious nature of those that govern.
Infusion of beliefs into our culture by Intravenous drip.
A placement above the rest.
A desire to create abundance.
Amusement of those that are the ultimate key holders.
A poet in one of hundreds of styles.
But not in alien language.
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My own selfless figure eight.
That awakes and takes shape.
Every day, I sit like a virtual inmate.
Most just say, pour some sauce on life it
is easier to digest.
The force of being held quite close.
The stare of those that have nothing on the inside but everything on the outside.
The hurt of those that have nothing on the outside but much to give inside.
One story to tell amongst millions.
One order shouted quietly in your ear to make some toast with butter on it.
To follow for a short time,
then forget.
Be my exclusive club.
Just let me suck on your flesh.
Oh done.
Were done.
Goodbye

- Shaun Delage


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