Now this may or may not be my last post for reasons I won't go into. I lay awake or maybe I don't lay awake because of it, but I do have considerable dreams which tend to make me come awake and say write this down. It is not the content of the dream I am writing down, even though I have read that the symbolism of my dreams are the creations of my neurons deciding my applications of my future. No, I think seeing as everything about governments revolve around the fates or outcomes of any particular society to deal with economies, social justice, healthcare and the feeling of community to name a few of the ulterior motives behind any form of political structure intending to give credence to their own existence.
None of them seem to be monuments of accomplishing these feats. Ours for example here in the United States has monopolies that dictate outcomes for individuals, a healthcare system that is based on profit, a prison system that is based on profit and numerous other organizational management systems based on the same ideological bent.
The founders who wrote this legislative initiative or experiment to give the power to the people also installed protections into it to protect themselves from the future populations from taking away the ownership of their intellectual properties.
Over the years after trying to bring credence to the objectives of evolving historical norms as to give each new thought patterns to allow outdated solutions to be discarded and new ones to apply so as to give the majority of the members of the diversities of the villages the advantages necessary to sustain the viability of each community in question.
At the moment we have conflicting concepts of how to achieve those goals. Capitalism, Free Enterprise in the United States has created more problems in employing these patterns of compromise to achieve the original goals and the evolutionary applications to make things work or in other words, actual positive outcomes. We don't fix the infrastructure, we don't take care of either the aging populations or the young. We try and force our ideas on other global communities, we create homelessness, lack of work ethic, large prison populations, lack of healthcare in a diversity of applications, manipulate monetary policies through numerous devices and create vitriol in social fabrics to name just a few of these nuances.
While all of these destructive anomalies are being implemented as employing progress to our communities, we forget that we are not the top of the food chain and that we are sharing the planet with other consciousnesses. We are not governing with the idea that we must share our space and legislate those concepts that are beneficial to all the diversities that we co-exist with.
Here, for years, even though we protest how other forms of lifestyle governments, whether or not they are working for their populations or villages, we have taken on the responsibility of trying to persuade them with whatever form of diplomatic means we find necessary to make them bend to our will. In turn, we have created numerous forms of terrorism, including cyber, so as to give other groups and societies the ability to create havoc and disruption to our way of life, including ways in which to influence the outcomes of our elections and manipulate our infrastructures or shut them down completely.
While all of this mayhem is occurring, Mother Nature has taken the time to answer our abuse in ways I don't have to entail in this diatribe. We continue to try and dominate each other both with science and religion, forgetting or ignoring the consequences or outcomes of these diabolic initiatives. There is no political solutions. We must all, on an individual basis, moment by moment, decide what world we want to live in, and dive in and take the chance or belief that everything will work out. In this form of reality, we are all, individually responsible for what we experience and what attitudes we achieve by doing what we think is right. Take the time to realize that even though it is all about you, you are still sharing the same space as you are occupying with an infinite amount of other forms of conceptions and it is possible to achieve your dreams.
Monday, April 15, 2019
Monday, March 11, 2019
Me, As It Were
It was maybe years ago, 1951 if you are into certain criteria or nomenclature. I came into existence to be me, which when you analyze it means I was responsible for anything I experienced, either in momentary bursts, or in recollections of any event I chose at any given elixir.
If I had a purpose, and I am not saying there was one, but if I was to attach a label to my time here on Earth, as it were, it would be to observe, record and experience physical reality, trying my best not to get too emotionally involved with any of it, including emotional affairs of the heart or some form of mental upheaval from a changing demographic of social, political or economic turmoils.
I have not had so much perpetuity in sustaining my physical nuances, but I have endured them with the understanding that it was my choices to accept the challenges and work my way back to whatever piece of mind was available at any given time, according to the wall calendar adorning the domicile at conception and completion of the incident.
Now in some cataract of retirement I don't have any responsibility for any earlier misanthropic or sophmoric idiosyncrasies left on the trail I left to find my way back home. That of course means, whatever I do from that point forward may become some errant misinterpretation in your minds, not mine, and I will forever hold myself in contempt of court, seeing as any other P.O.V. would be moot or no longer valid as stereotypical of societal norms.
If I had a purpose, and I am not saying there was one, but if I was to attach a label to my time here on Earth, as it were, it would be to observe, record and experience physical reality, trying my best not to get too emotionally involved with any of it, including emotional affairs of the heart or some form of mental upheaval from a changing demographic of social, political or economic turmoils.
I have not had so much perpetuity in sustaining my physical nuances, but I have endured them with the understanding that it was my choices to accept the challenges and work my way back to whatever piece of mind was available at any given time, according to the wall calendar adorning the domicile at conception and completion of the incident.
Now in some cataract of retirement I don't have any responsibility for any earlier misanthropic or sophmoric idiosyncrasies left on the trail I left to find my way back home. That of course means, whatever I do from that point forward may become some errant misinterpretation in your minds, not mine, and I will forever hold myself in contempt of court, seeing as any other P.O.V. would be moot or no longer valid as stereotypical of societal norms.
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Here Comes the Judge
I can't pinpoint the day, meaning the day of the week, or for that matter, the month or year and anyways it doesn't matter as far as me having this idea my reason for being here was to record the present evolution of anything significant.
As of now my importation of a given set of circumstances, random patterns that beyond themselves are not out of control, but happenstance as to conclusions that somehow mimic the truth behind the things that follow those patterns to set up some force of reconciliation.
From the beginning of the Me Too movement, we have seen that women have taken an initiative to reconcile the inconsistencies of a somewhat elusive Male dominated evolutionary pattern. As I have stated many times, humans are not at the top of the food chain, so too the truth is Man is not at the top of the Human food chain. Neither gender owns that right of passage since we are two halves of a whole. As for a gestalt meaning to that is the fact that the whole is more than the sum of the parts.
I now am looking at the significance of what is occurring in the Dr. Ford and Judge Kavanaugh debate if you will. In my feeble mind I see a few ideas that might shed whispers or chards of light emanating from the dark clouds hovering over Justice.
Both Kavanaugh and Judge, and isn't it just a coincidence that Judge's first name is Mark, and I will complete that thought with the line...Mark my words may have had a troubled youth, using this idea of Man being the essential power in the equation and doing things that were a little out of bounds as far as protocols at the time. It seems there was an environment both in High School and College at the time to party, drink beer and show disdain for women using them for their own amusement. Can't diagnose the culture of where they lived, what economic class they came from and how all of these influences affected how they responded to their environment. What I can say, as an evolutionary process goes, both Kavanaugh and Judge seemed to take steps to quell their miscues in different ways. Kavanaugh used coaching, the legal profession and doing things for women to supplement his guilt or remorse over his actions, while Judge it seems fell into some sort of funk or addiction.
Now because of the Me Too movement we have culminated into this exchange between a victim, Dr. Ford and the two accomplices coming to the forefront in a Political Theater sort of way.
The two political parties have been pulling coattails since Trump was elected. I feel that the Republican party has closed their eyes to many things, while on the other side of the Ying and Yang thing, the Democrats have tried to take the fervor and gotten in an emotional way, to explain and change the trajectory of where we are headed. Trump was necessary to make all of this evolutionary objective or subjective action or history take place.
As for testimony as to where each side of this theatrical anomaly to take place to the world, we see how a calm and slightly petrified, but dignified Ford and the temperamental Kavanaugh have displayed their eventual points of view. In deference to Kavanaugh the Republican party to support him, came out with the same lack of Judicial Temperament to try and sustain the Status Quo. This was a telltale sign of something was wrong in Denmark....LOL
I can say here...here comes the Judge, to coin a phrase, from Laugh-In to try and simplify what we are dealing with in this historical and cultural event, as it were. My diagnoses is that both Kavanaugh and Judge felt this tremendous either guilt or sorrow over what they were doing with the opportunity of the cultural influence of the time and both went their collective ways to try and make recompense for what they had become. Both have quietly obtained their own sort of solace and created their own realities or truth in their own minds to quell the tastes in their mouths they had created for themselves.
Well, now, I hope, is the opportunity that doesn't come around very often for the whole world to comes to terms with this imbalance in the Space and Time continuum. Will we let it in.
Though I do feel they are the perpetrators of this event, it doesn't matter to me if we accept that fact or we just settle on what is right for the Universe, in general, when we come out the other side. One thing at a time...the Me Too movement must move forward, not only in settling this case or coincidence, but in determining in a sense of how the upcoming election will show the answer to this dilemna by electing women, minorities and new ideas to give us breathing room in this atmosphere of vitriol that we have created in a Political Sense. If we do it right then maybe we can continue to follow the bouncing ball and deal with other significant evolutionary patterns to continue the ascension of our Spiritual responsibilities to the species of Homo Sapiens. I am not the Judge and I am not a role Model. There are much more deserving people out there that have put both the time and sweat equity to claim some of those parameters. Yet, as democracy and the Society that we have tried to sustain over a little more than 200 years in this community called the United States of America is at stake and is being put thru a test. It is time to wake up to another chance to balance the flow of Humanity...I sincerely hope we are up to the challenge brought to us by the influence of Women. As for Senator Flake, thank God for the Child who has his own.
As of now my importation of a given set of circumstances, random patterns that beyond themselves are not out of control, but happenstance as to conclusions that somehow mimic the truth behind the things that follow those patterns to set up some force of reconciliation.
From the beginning of the Me Too movement, we have seen that women have taken an initiative to reconcile the inconsistencies of a somewhat elusive Male dominated evolutionary pattern. As I have stated many times, humans are not at the top of the food chain, so too the truth is Man is not at the top of the Human food chain. Neither gender owns that right of passage since we are two halves of a whole. As for a gestalt meaning to that is the fact that the whole is more than the sum of the parts.
I now am looking at the significance of what is occurring in the Dr. Ford and Judge Kavanaugh debate if you will. In my feeble mind I see a few ideas that might shed whispers or chards of light emanating from the dark clouds hovering over Justice.
Both Kavanaugh and Judge, and isn't it just a coincidence that Judge's first name is Mark, and I will complete that thought with the line...Mark my words may have had a troubled youth, using this idea of Man being the essential power in the equation and doing things that were a little out of bounds as far as protocols at the time. It seems there was an environment both in High School and College at the time to party, drink beer and show disdain for women using them for their own amusement. Can't diagnose the culture of where they lived, what economic class they came from and how all of these influences affected how they responded to their environment. What I can say, as an evolutionary process goes, both Kavanaugh and Judge seemed to take steps to quell their miscues in different ways. Kavanaugh used coaching, the legal profession and doing things for women to supplement his guilt or remorse over his actions, while Judge it seems fell into some sort of funk or addiction.
Now because of the Me Too movement we have culminated into this exchange between a victim, Dr. Ford and the two accomplices coming to the forefront in a Political Theater sort of way.
The two political parties have been pulling coattails since Trump was elected. I feel that the Republican party has closed their eyes to many things, while on the other side of the Ying and Yang thing, the Democrats have tried to take the fervor and gotten in an emotional way, to explain and change the trajectory of where we are headed. Trump was necessary to make all of this evolutionary objective or subjective action or history take place.
As for testimony as to where each side of this theatrical anomaly to take place to the world, we see how a calm and slightly petrified, but dignified Ford and the temperamental Kavanaugh have displayed their eventual points of view. In deference to Kavanaugh the Republican party to support him, came out with the same lack of Judicial Temperament to try and sustain the Status Quo. This was a telltale sign of something was wrong in Denmark....LOL
I can say here...here comes the Judge, to coin a phrase, from Laugh-In to try and simplify what we are dealing with in this historical and cultural event, as it were. My diagnoses is that both Kavanaugh and Judge felt this tremendous either guilt or sorrow over what they were doing with the opportunity of the cultural influence of the time and both went their collective ways to try and make recompense for what they had become. Both have quietly obtained their own sort of solace and created their own realities or truth in their own minds to quell the tastes in their mouths they had created for themselves.
Well, now, I hope, is the opportunity that doesn't come around very often for the whole world to comes to terms with this imbalance in the Space and Time continuum. Will we let it in.
Though I do feel they are the perpetrators of this event, it doesn't matter to me if we accept that fact or we just settle on what is right for the Universe, in general, when we come out the other side. One thing at a time...the Me Too movement must move forward, not only in settling this case or coincidence, but in determining in a sense of how the upcoming election will show the answer to this dilemna by electing women, minorities and new ideas to give us breathing room in this atmosphere of vitriol that we have created in a Political Sense. If we do it right then maybe we can continue to follow the bouncing ball and deal with other significant evolutionary patterns to continue the ascension of our Spiritual responsibilities to the species of Homo Sapiens. I am not the Judge and I am not a role Model. There are much more deserving people out there that have put both the time and sweat equity to claim some of those parameters. Yet, as democracy and the Society that we have tried to sustain over a little more than 200 years in this community called the United States of America is at stake and is being put thru a test. It is time to wake up to another chance to balance the flow of Humanity...I sincerely hope we are up to the challenge brought to us by the influence of Women. As for Senator Flake, thank God for the Child who has his own.
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
If, I might Pontificate...then
It wasn't that I was a hermit, or had no directions or connections to home, but my desire to become slowly literate always kept me awake. Not so much to have a link or two to an awareness of my surroundings, but to alleviate boredom or it seems quite clear, this preoccupation with depression. Not the sort of depression that one finds in studying geology or geographical nuances in topography, but the lack of the sounds of silence.
When you often find yourself going to and fro, regardless of the hair style you carry with you from time to time, as you traversed the signposts of your conscious and subconscious mind, those obvious desires to sustain the brain cells from deterioration were necessary evils. Sort of, as I recalled numerous times, the interior decoration of your inner self. Concurring with these stimulating arrangements with the furniture you collected on multi-lateral adventures, was a good thing after all, in deciphering the encrypted spiritual guide maps that were always being left, never explained, though they often remained afterwards and soon became the benefits of any doubts when reviewed for posterity's sake.
The synaptic encyclopedia was always there in case you need to be reminded of the library you installed since the day you were born, and you soon became aware, sometimes, you had not returned some or all of the books you from time to time checked out for convenience sake, but also had access to ones you had no idea you had collected, through one form of illusion or another, and could replace them at any given moment to release another deluge of information, restoring that encyclopedia you chose, given the reality that the Universe was infinite in it's dimensional deluge.
I don't conclude that any of this meandering has any potential value other than it's own existence, but is always a deterrent to leaving the home planet after awhile so as not to fulfill whatever mission you made for yourself to experience before you chose ascension.
When you often find yourself going to and fro, regardless of the hair style you carry with you from time to time, as you traversed the signposts of your conscious and subconscious mind, those obvious desires to sustain the brain cells from deterioration were necessary evils. Sort of, as I recalled numerous times, the interior decoration of your inner self. Concurring with these stimulating arrangements with the furniture you collected on multi-lateral adventures, was a good thing after all, in deciphering the encrypted spiritual guide maps that were always being left, never explained, though they often remained afterwards and soon became the benefits of any doubts when reviewed for posterity's sake.
The synaptic encyclopedia was always there in case you need to be reminded of the library you installed since the day you were born, and you soon became aware, sometimes, you had not returned some or all of the books you from time to time checked out for convenience sake, but also had access to ones you had no idea you had collected, through one form of illusion or another, and could replace them at any given moment to release another deluge of information, restoring that encyclopedia you chose, given the reality that the Universe was infinite in it's dimensional deluge.
I don't conclude that any of this meandering has any potential value other than it's own existence, but is always a deterrent to leaving the home planet after awhile so as not to fulfill whatever mission you made for yourself to experience before you chose ascension.
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
If Time, Then Space
In this case it was about four people. It wasn't about the strangest place and there were instructions or the roads to understanding and hospitality were open and full of promise. Of course you have to go with the premise that Joyce had made this voyage of cultural nuances take place by going to swimming everyday early. There will always be the time to get to know one another regardless of where your life is, what you are up to at the time, the nuances in your society and your willingness to accept other POV's. Whatever it is that drives us to explore and touch other people's lifestyles is in our DNA and many times we drive ourselves to these moments out of innate desires. Call it what you will, Serendipity or Kismet, it keeps it's ears and eyes open to turn down side streets or onto different avenues of Adventures. The space created during these times expands our ability to relax in the sharing that comes with these times. As I navigate the new freedoms of this thing called retirement, I desire for more influxes of this magnitude. We were so lucky to have those forever moments sharing each other's childhoods, societal inclinations to our environment and our future connection to continue where four people had not gone before. Just realize, the weather we encounter through our emotional ties to our surroundings and the people we intersect with are messages of how we explain our emotional consciousness.
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Forever Me...
When I came into what you might call existence I had for moments of time, no idea of why I had chosen such an adventure or for that matter, if I was going to stay any length of understanding my predicament.
The one thing I did admit to was, okay, I'm here, let's enjoy the ride. The only other thing I hung onto was for whatever purpose it would entail, I had to stick to the premise it would be a singular outpouring of my individual reality, not one construed by my external environment.
Whether or not anyone or anything agreed with my personal provocations would have to exist apart from the idea of Me. In other interpretations, a one lane highway. Other consciousness could ride the same wave, but it had to be a sharing of experience, not one that would control my outcomes, but add to the confusion. So far, the highway is still there and the mode of transportation has continued to evolve. In summation I have come to the conclusion, right or wrong, good or bad, that I am forever Me.
The one thing I did admit to was, okay, I'm here, let's enjoy the ride. The only other thing I hung onto was for whatever purpose it would entail, I had to stick to the premise it would be a singular outpouring of my individual reality, not one construed by my external environment.
Whether or not anyone or anything agreed with my personal provocations would have to exist apart from the idea of Me. In other interpretations, a one lane highway. Other consciousness could ride the same wave, but it had to be a sharing of experience, not one that would control my outcomes, but add to the confusion. So far, the highway is still there and the mode of transportation has continued to evolve. In summation I have come to the conclusion, right or wrong, good or bad, that I am forever Me.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
So You Thought...
At any given moment one looks out into the vastness of deep space, or cosmos if you will and think to yourself somewhere out there is a conclusion of why I could be experiencing this personal reality.
It certainly is not coming into focus on Social Media. Why technology has brought us this format of information about any tiny speck of useful information is beyond not only my pay scale but my wildest imagination. Books always seemed to implant some form of wisdom, because as individuals we could envision our own interpretation and level of comfort and enjoyment.
It isn't as if I don't appreciate the diversity shown in this form of communication or it's ability to collect data for whatever reason, it is just it's misuse in multiple applications seems to be creating some form of devolution and chaos and vitriol that doesn't seem to fit into anyone's idea of solace.
Now, don't get me wrong, my idea being that the vastness of space, including that between our ears doesn't really give us solitude. Knowing either through faith or by actually knowing, that the inside is so far more infinite than the external manifestations can conjure into being, allows momentary relief. And maybe, when from time to time you grow weary of it all, spending effort on achieving ICBM moments in realization of this information might be a beginning to assuming that what occurs in your external environment is always a personal thing. Really....OMG....he said with conviction and the proper intonation, like italicizing your own font.
When did we get to the point of accusing others, our environment, or our temporary location for our failures of communicating our intentions of the outcomes of our thoughts.
To ascend as it were, in either Science Fiction or Existential Philosophy or for that matter, Agnosticism you have to agree to the protocols of any such journey into the unknown spheres of alternate realities or multidimensional space. Developing awareness of self, and choosing such predilections to achieving some form of individual character development might be one of many choices open to any person so inclined to participate in such meanderings. Other than that I have strayed way off my original diatribe, so I bidding all of you a fond farewell at this very moment...period.
It certainly is not coming into focus on Social Media. Why technology has brought us this format of information about any tiny speck of useful information is beyond not only my pay scale but my wildest imagination. Books always seemed to implant some form of wisdom, because as individuals we could envision our own interpretation and level of comfort and enjoyment.
It isn't as if I don't appreciate the diversity shown in this form of communication or it's ability to collect data for whatever reason, it is just it's misuse in multiple applications seems to be creating some form of devolution and chaos and vitriol that doesn't seem to fit into anyone's idea of solace.
Now, don't get me wrong, my idea being that the vastness of space, including that between our ears doesn't really give us solitude. Knowing either through faith or by actually knowing, that the inside is so far more infinite than the external manifestations can conjure into being, allows momentary relief. And maybe, when from time to time you grow weary of it all, spending effort on achieving ICBM moments in realization of this information might be a beginning to assuming that what occurs in your external environment is always a personal thing. Really....OMG....he said with conviction and the proper intonation, like italicizing your own font.
When did we get to the point of accusing others, our environment, or our temporary location for our failures of communicating our intentions of the outcomes of our thoughts.
To ascend as it were, in either Science Fiction or Existential Philosophy or for that matter, Agnosticism you have to agree to the protocols of any such journey into the unknown spheres of alternate realities or multidimensional space. Developing awareness of self, and choosing such predilections to achieving some form of individual character development might be one of many choices open to any person so inclined to participate in such meanderings. Other than that I have strayed way off my original diatribe, so I bidding all of you a fond farewell at this very moment...period.
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