RECENTLY....

      I have had a chance, like a watcher, to settle into my easy chair and symbolically imbibe into my own little wonderland, sort of taking in what I normally find elusive and convoluted at best.
      Herein lies my quagmire events of the past few years or so.  I think anytime people who find the time to portray their exuberance for public service but spend their time stopping doing things that are for the public good are just shameless.  It doesn't matter what I think is the public good, what matters is that the majority of the people involved in these sequences of caustic rhetoric are not satisfied. 
      First, we spend too much time meddling into everyone's life. We need to further our own ambitions and let the chips fall where they may.  For a country who spouses freedom of religion, we spend too much time trying to change those who don't think like us, or telling people what they believe isn't necessarily true. I certainly don't care what you worship, just who you are, what you do and what I can learn from you, if I listen, rather than just hear. Laughing gives you the freedom to not think for moments at a time, and cures you momentarily by letting your body do what it is built for.  Laughing, Laughing...I told a Joke, laughing so hard, I fell out of bed, until I realized the Joke was on me.
      Making prisons for profit along with healthcare isn't a solution.  Teaching people how to socialize, how to make a living, how to live within their means along with hospitality skills and how to take care of their own health by trusting their own self worth is just the beginning of the road to adventure and remembering who you are and why you're here.
      After years of being killed for who they are, whether it be a minority or a representative of a particular class gives way to protests, counter violence and looting.  Income inequality and lifestyles have all come to the forefront of these escapades.  When certain realms of a people feel you are meddling in their internal affairs, they view all of us as mutual combatants, so their are no accidents and no one is innocent. If I had ever been here before, I would know just what to do, wouldn't you?  Are we forever in a time warp loop, not learning from historical sequences, and if so, are we not doomed to repeat it?
      We are, whether we like it or not, with social media shrinking distances to side by side social equations, and when we do not share and share alike, socially, economically and spiritually, we risk alienating each other, countries and disenfranchise those that don't readily ingest the skills necessary to become part of the whole of humanity. Russia invades, we sanction, the dollar strengthens, China wants to stabilize the Russian economy so the Dollar and the Euro are no longer the accepted global currency.  Hey wait, get out the back Jack, get off the bus Gus, make a new plan Stan, just set yourself free.  I like the democracy, what little we have left, and I don't want anyone telling me what to do or say, or what deity I must proclaim to own me. I am, after all, just trying my best to be me.
        It isn't a matter of whether we are changing the global atmospheres, physically or otherwise, you're choice here, Mother Nature will give you the answer, not some politician or scientist.  You don't have to believe me, just look around and see what is happening in your part of the world. So just remember what you want, go out and get it, display in the simplest imagery what that is, and let those who share your thoughts, or enjoy your company hang out with you and let the rest of the world whirl by you without the complications you imply come with those choices.  I'm not the only dreamer.....What goes up, must come down, spinning wheel got to go round....Blood, Sweat and Tears my fellow dreamers.

My thoughts exactly...

     For as long as I remember or recall I have subjected myself to rhetoric that befits the gentleman that I have always considered myself to be.  It really isn't about to be or not to be, I have always been here, and I will always be here, as long as my thoughts pervade the Universe, wandering like the ripples in a gorgeous body of water, hit extraneously by some solid moving object of love.
     Now it seems to me there was an objective in mind in the human condition of evolving or ascending to whatever we chose to ascend to.  Not that ending a sentence with a preposition was a pattern of deceit or not, but it just happened to occur, you might say.  In my mind's eye, everyone should have a job, if they want one.  The more humans with jobs, the larger the tax base.  I know money doesn't really have to exist.  It is a pigment in our imagination that somehow separates the fellowship that occurs when different personalities enter into the same room.
     Healthcare should be a right in any society, no matter where you live or in what habitat you exist in.  Now if money is concerned here and what percentage of your annual pittance of a wage is concerned then just consider if the tax base is big enough and everyone chimes in to healthcare as a participant, then the percentage of course, mathematically would be smaller.  Now if everyone had healthcare, and they all had jobs, then preventative medicine would incur the wrath of less sick days at work. Really????
     Money, it is a sin.  It doesn't need to be here, in our reality.  It has been used as a way to show disdain for certain segments of our society.  We are always desperately trying to pursue more of it, as if having more of it will solve the discontent in our impressions of self.  We are all creative, full of love, which we try to express on a daily basis, for reasons far too great for me to extrapolate here in any of the more banal sentences I create as I try and make you follow the bouncing ball.
      In creating a creative force of people to protect us from what we from time to time call evil, bad, negative or any recourse you have in mind, it cannot contain fear, distrust and it cannot jump to conclusions or bear false witness against any enigma it comes in contact with.  There I go again with that pesky habit I have with prepositions.  It can only hope to resolve the challenge it has accepted and forever accept it's own judgement and the consequences it provides.  If enough of the population concedes to the effect that the outcome could of been different, than sooner or later, no good guys, no bad guys, just you and you and you and you have to accept the change in attitude.  Everyone should be given the chance to express themselves in any manner they choose, and everyone should  benefit from that creativity.  Everyone is different in so much as the permutations of life allows, or the Universe accepts, and that is an infinite amount, whether you are a Math Genius or not.
     Utopia is not a dirty word. Perfection is a reality, even if you don't or won't realize it.  I know it is a matter of semantics but you are always perfect at the moment, or in any moment, it is only your unwillingness to accept it when you go through the motions, when you seek to judge your motives, but really, even when you do things that you can't understand, you are still perfect when you are doing it, and then you move on to different perceptions of perfections.  Again I have to say, there are way too many examples for me to go into, but just know I know you know what I'm talking about.
     The world is all into these concepts together.  The sky, the ocean, the geological formations, the written word, the roads we travel on, the culinary delights that we tease each other with, the celebrations of life we conjure up to illuminate our togetherness with, are all there for us to consume and realize we are part of the pie, which I think I recall the gestalt being, the whole is more than the sum of the parts.  I plead the fifth, and hope the paintings, the hues of humanity I splash across the face of existence will make you feel better of yourself, and begin to focus on the fellowship that comes with the gift card known to all things of creation as Love. 

The Way I am....

     I know as if I was to supplant a Pineapple in the window, to bring my friends and fellow travelers into my fold, next to the Joy rug and the roaring, but peaceful fire that I can only say that this is my story, and though it may not carry any particular weight in the consciousness of the gathering few, it is in all accounts what I grew up knowing.  I was as many noticed not particularly one minded, except in my fervor to relate to the common good, and not to question anyone's interpretation at any given time, but to expel my nuances as I saw fit, like it or not, so as to give in it's own time, the glory it so richly deserved.
      With that edifice in mind, do remember when there was a thing called the Middle Class, something that I swore was conjured up by Americans after World War II.  It this perspective, I recall income equality created by local businesses to balance out the community populace in any given town, U.S.A..  The profits of any given business was shared with the neighborhood it so adorned with it's success, the workers that took part in the creation of whatever product was being produced and everyone was involved in giving back to the community by purchasing those products and giving of their time, either in strict donations, or of their time.  This was what we all envisioned and hoped would occur. 
       I don't know from what time this dissipated into what we have today with this so called 1% and the 99%ers, but I do know this, this type of mental, emotional, physical and spiritual devolution has caused us to alienate numerous groups on numerous levels and caused the lack of simple human dignity, respect, work ethic and the greed that it all breeds when employed in such a way as the political foray representing itself as parties.  
       All of this has come down many times in the last 20 years in creating Prisons as profit making enterprises, distrust, ignorance and fear and intolerance for anyone who does not follow the same edict as another.  Ferguson is just a manifestation of this, and it has nothing to do with the law, or justice, but a lot to do with letting the American Public decide for themselves what is really going on. It would have been prudent and wise to settle this in court, so we could all be the judge of character of the people in the play.  To deny us again has caused a lot of upheaval and consternation in the way we view justice.  I don't care who is right or wrong, I think we all need to know what we think is the truth, rather than just putting off a solution or giving everyone a chance to ignite their particular passion through the Court of Law. We are losing our sanity, our good names, our respect and trust in a system we created for all of those people who make up the United States of America.  We are not the greatest, we are just what we are, and it behooves us all to reach out and touch one another and to refocus our energies to all the classes we seem to deem ourselves into.  No legal terms, no prejudgements, just real people, real truths and justifications for whatever transpires right before our eyes.  No good guys, no bad guys, just you and I, and we simply disagree.
I implore you to seek reality again, not punditry, because our way of life is dependent on it.  It is the disenfranchisement of so many parts of our society that has led us to this crossroads, and for our survival we must equalize the income inequality in all it's myriad forms.....Lo, behold the glory and the sustenance of Life itself.

Dilettante

     Okay, it's been a long time coming, it will be a long time gone.  It is not novel that a lame duck President has had to deal with both houses of Congress, meaning the Senate and the House of Representatives has been dominated by the opposite party in their second term and excuse the redundancy here.  What is not novel since Eisenhower is the lack of reconciliation.  What we have here, as Strother Martin once said in Cool Hand Luke, is a failure to communicate.
     Instantaneously, we have people in all the Pup Tents around the Beltway, and I mean the ones with the bellies hanging over their  belt drawing lines in the sand.  Executive Orders and threats of eliminating the Affordable Care Act, which by the way is an Oxymoron, for at least 51 times.  It doesn't seem possible in legislative terms, but yeah, let's take it to the Supreme Court, which by the way is dominated by the Wings of the Conservative Angels of Mercy.  Meaning, I suppose, even if a bill came to the Senate and got passed, the President could yield the sword of the Veto, which it seems in Layman terms, he has only used twice.
     There are reasons, if only in my mind, to deal with immigration in a different light.  Why not, for a country sort of based on Immigrants to allow those who have been here most of their lives, to become part of the solution.  Give them driver's licenses, make them pay taxes, let them pay for registering their vehicles and carry car insurance and let them pay for their Healthcare Benefits.  If they all joined in the pool then maybe we wouldn't have to have the government subsidize their healthcare.  Other global partners agree to pay more in taxes to deal with this, since it seems to actually go to provide medical care rather than find some antiquated rabbit hole and disappear.
     We used to be proud to be American, because we created generally, progress for the populations of the conglomeration of individual states, thus creating a Union.  We developed infrastructures for whatever, products that were functional as well as decorative.  Now our infrastructures are modes of profit making institutions.  Whether it is Healthcare, Prison systems, laws that promote Nepotism, the mass production of processed foods and products that are labeled GMO, which do so many myriad problems associated with it's existence.
     Instead of doing procreation with new ideas, we linger in our mindset to continue the ways of the Internal Combustion Engine, trust our health to Drug Companies rather than the harmonious music that our bodies play for us to keep us in shape.  It's not just the side effects of these two killers, but the idea that diet and exercise to cure the body's traumas, and treating Mother Nature with respect, instead of making her swallow our preoccupation with Self, rather than having this insane idea that we are at the top of the food chain wouldn't have some lasting effect on whether our species would go the way of the Dinosaur or not.
     Make the delineation between laws against something, and making laws that are for something.  Making natural organic compounds, rather than bastardizing synthetic constituents of Mother Nature's plans for sharing wisdom that all other of the creatures on this planet, would seem to begin the ideas that represent part of the solutions and bargain us into reconciliation. If there were cash crops out there which would contribute to the tax base, which it seems we are addicted to, to provide some alleviation to our mindset of existing problems to solve in a germane way, then as the Beatles once extorted us to do in lyrical ways..."   LET IT BE...take a sad song and make it better....!!!!  Hey Jude, What????
     So instead of going down that same path, and being taking upstairs for a "RIDE", take a load off FANNY, and, and, and you take the LOAD off me.  Me and Bobby McGee.  Good God Ya'll, what is this stuff good for...?  Absolutely nothing.  So please before you go and Pray for Sanity, and absolution, for yourself, remember everyone else is in on this "  Welcome to the Jungle..." attitude and we are all in this together, and we can put the Jigsaw puzzle together if we get off this kick of Dilettantism, and move toward ascension of the soul's linear projections and become aware, as I have lamented many times in these predilections, that for every action there is a reaction, and the outcomes are exactly what they are supposed to be, meaning no more "Why Me" moments and accepting the good and the bad consequences to those actions and use them not only as lessons to be learned, but signposts for reasons for us to remember what we are supposed to remember as we Hop, Skip and Jump through what we know as Individual Reality.  Though we are all connected all the time, we also have that consciousness that we are alone.  There is a long, long way to Go, before I sleep...I suppose....LOL, LOL, LOL, giggling all the way, Home.

     

Intuitive Meanderings

     When Mary comes along and when Briar Rabbit goes hopping down the Bunnie Trail I always wonder about the intuitive sides of individual prognostication.  Does it prolong the suffocation by being caustic with rhetoric or delineating obfuscation with sarcasm.
     We all breathe in the same air, except I suppose Beijing which has way too many dots over the J and the I's.  We can all close our eyes to the efforts to become the most polluted city when they give everyone the week off, including the major industries when the world comes to celebrate whatever it is about Humankind that we glorify.
     I seem to remember when more than one person is in the room there becomes coincidentally the start of the theater of the absurd.  There is no poverty in the sports world, yet plenty of ambivalence to the characters embedded in the explanations of it's caricatures.
     Where did I hear that violence begets violence.  Really?  Or can it also beget stupidity. Do we need to heed the queries coming from the mouth of Babes, not just the newborns but the gender?
      If in your wildest dreams you think stay at home mothers can't quantify a quality education and provide the same inquisitive nature of her children as the public school system, or you can't imagine that a woman and her doctor can come to an answer on their combined healthcare solutions to their understanding of the situations they find themselves in, or that a democratic institutional government based on putting a value on an individual's importance on the right to vote by making it more difficult for certain demographics to exercise that vote, than it is time you wait for Mary to swing by and take that hop down that Bunny Trail.
      We can create all the hullabaloo we want by spending all our energy in electing officials to our government who plan to make a career out of harsh rhetoric about their fellow employees, instead of volunteering to make their communities better off for a short period of time before going back to their regular or for that matter real lives, or blowing out of perspective or proportions any given crisis to create fear and anxiety to mask the irresponsibility for not solving the situation before it becomes an epidemic of a any particular consequence and yet we also have the same set of intuitive meanderings in our infinite geometric thought patterns to entertain ourselves with the wonders of moving on to bigger and better consequential smatterings.
      How many more times to I have to say like my good friend Paul from Montana and beyond, "think about it ", but not too long in order not to put you in a stupor, that we as Homo Sapiens are not at the top of the food chain, we share our consciousness with all of the things we conjure up through our own individual limited belief systems, that basically we all are more similar than we are different and all of history is happening at the same time, just being displayed in different ways, like our palates when we eat or an artist's interpretation of the same dynamic and the answer to that query is best put as when a parent asks a child how many more times do I have to tell you this before it completes the circle and the " Child "  answers at least " Once " more....
      I Bid all of you who have followed this inane bouncing ball a wonderful day, a fabulous evening and here's hoping that the rest of your life goes as smoothly as a newborn baby's bottom.

Take a Deep Breath....!!!!!

There is always Hope in being the seed and Joy in being the flower.  Nobody is innocent and there are no Accidents.  Concepts that depict individual reality are not the petitions of the one asking for an answer. Rather the consolidation to justify the existence of these thoughts will it into the external preface so the flower will bloom in it's own right to exist.
It is therefore easy to see some of the outcomes of the few imposing it's will upon the precipices we call the infinite faces of humanity.  Hence giving credence to social media creates what?
Basking in the notions of only one train of thought is right, creates what?
The image of political solutions for the common good created what?

Instant gratification instead of working your way to a conclusive and often more satisfactory outcome, because like the saying we did it the old fashioned way, we earned it, created what?
There are nuances, figments and pigments to our imagination created by wonder and hope, and we are all in this together.  We allow the outcomes to ferment instead of as a family growing together and evolving or ascending to the provinces we all allude to in our dreams.
We must first plant the seed of hope in our own terrain of individual reality.  We must nurture the strength of love and will it to burst onto the planes of existence so the blossom of Joy becomes it's own artful imagery of coexistence.  We all share in the common good, the beauty of creation and the willingness to put forth the responsibility of what we experience from our choices.  If at first we don't succeed in our outcomes, obviously we have to become something else.  Again, Love is all there is, no matter how the words of the poet are written or imagined on the wall of Life. We have wonder, we have hope, we have the Seeds to Glorify our Joy, so just get back in the saddle and start planting and painting your self portrait on the palate given to us by Mother Nature and the Universes as they unfold just the way they should. As Harmony once alluded, you can live in Love and Positive basking of yourself or chose to experience the opposite facsimile. The Choice is Yours.

Really.....?????

     It will come as no surprise to no one that I have become disenfranchised from the lack of diversity and spontaneity of those so immersed in their own lack of interest in the public's eye that they choose to go again to that Pot of Gold called "War".
     It is not in the best interests of the Human condition to develop this myopic view of how we solve the crime of Humanity.  Furthermore this idea we have in the United States, which seems to have concluded shortly after our participation in the Second World War that along with Might comes Right.  Who knew?
     It is not so conspicuous that somehow we are always trying to Cash a Check with our Mouth, that our Mind and Body can't keep.  When do we learn from our past mistakes, that we don't doom ourselves to repeat it.  Are there any clear minds left in the Government Body doling out decisions without public consent.  Do I remember something about by the people, for the people, and of course, lest we forget...."  Of the People " so help me God.
     The sharing of the Bounty could be the first step in a long road of overhauls along that dusty trail we call life and the pursuant of Happiness.  Income equality, educational values over fear, generational equality and the faith, love and trust we so value in ourselves could be the signposts along that Freeway that has no speed limits to curtail wisdom's or bumps to misappropriate the spellchecks that go along with these miscalculations of  deterrents.
     My father once commented without hesitation that an Ounce of Prevention is worth a Pound of Cure.  So in essence one could say, stop the Madness before it becomes the frakking malaise or a misrepresentation of  Egyptian Lego's  of Isis.  It is not so easy then to extract it from it's own delusions.  Global community, coalitions, semi-calculated risks and sharing of knowledge, power and riches  are therefore non surgical remedies for some of these social ill wills or malaise, hold the Mayo, please. Catcher in the Rye, Surf the same Wave, er, Web, and stop Gathering the Gloom and have faith in the fact if we stop considering ourselves at the top of the food chain, giving equal billing to Mother Nature, the Planet we inhabit, that maybe, just maybe, we can live the life or lives we all thought we would, or could, whether or not we live in a box, or eat green eggs and ham,with a fox, as Dr. Seuss so eloquently put it.  Stop fighting the inevitable Common Sense, Work Ethic, Respect and Decency we all expect in our Humanitarian Collusion's. Then we can all LOLLOLLOL ourselves to sleep at night.
    

Lost for Oblivion's Sake

     It is often with events that should or could have impacts for evolution in our Homo Sapiens existence, we get so attached to the symptoms we are blind to the ambitiousness of the moment.  For my moments of antiquities the Age of Aquarius and the Summer of Love lured me into a set of false premises.  I didn't preclude anything in particular except for I could continue on the illusion that all was right with the world and as Humans "Being" we had that chutzpah going on and the Magical Mystery Tour was to begin.  I knew the Music of My Era would go in and out of style, but twenty years hence, we would still be loving the Forks we chose to come to the Dinner Table with.
      Oblivion has in it's own essence lost the ability of going outside and playing in the dirt, social interactions that promote good will "Hunting" for enigmatic outcomes, not unlike the "Smiley Face" icons,  and presto, change-o, the beauties of cultural diversity and the pomp and circumstance that comes with sharing moments with  "Mother Nature" herself.
      Then along comes Merry.  She was once a true love of Mine.  Merry Moosemas, Merry Christmas, in the Jingle Jangle come Morning Time.  Opinions are just that, ethereal and not meant to collide or change external or internal belief systems, just to entertain and extrapolate on the intricacies of day to day living and the outcomes or consequences of such mental, emotional or spiritual poppycock.
       Lately, in the Chilly Hours and Minutes of Uncertainty, I long to be, in your warm and tender loving arms.  Those who forget to remember the transgressions of those Hours and Minutes, I swear to you, they are bound to repeat them.  It is not then, no matter how deep the river is, you can, if you choose represent those ripples over and over, as if they are continuous, smile broadly when they coincide with your present moments, but they do not in all reality, represent what could be, if you bring the spoon and knife along with the Cow that jumped over the Moon, to the dinner table when you come to take a piece of the pie of infinite wisdom that is available to each and every one of you.  Remembering is a first step, application is a second and hither and dither come shining through.  I am here, you are there, but we are all together.  Get lost, for oblivion's sake and make your own beautiful music, your own summer of love, before it's over, and join the Traveling Salvation Show in it's myriad and glorious, halleujah, outcomes.
 

What " ME" worry...?

     Now there are a few choice concepts to be put forth "HERE"

1.  If there is consciousness attached to the fetus, it is aware of itself, and is in agreement with the two other consciousnesses that have allowed it to become itself, and will abide by the collective consciousnesses of the three tied to it's existence and it's later emergence into multiple and individual reality or not.

2.  War is not an act of conscience or of Faith, irregardless of it's debate between either party's high moral ground involved in the action or the consequences of said action.

3. California Cuisine is not " Your Father's Oldsmobile " and in no way represents "Tree Hugger's status, irregardless of it's inane flavor profiles or the rings attached to it's existence.

4.  You can spend all your time making love or you can spend all your love making time...but if it all fell apart tomorrow...would you still be mine?

5.  If in these times the world is really as small as it seems with this silly notion of "Social Media", then shouldn't the solutions to the regional illusions of Grandeur be simple common sense to the individual local's mental currency.  It is not such Neural Necromancy as it conceals itself to be.

6.  Furthermore, living out the singular ownership of your form of consciousness, rather than dictating to other forms of consciousnesses somehow delineates the Universe unfolding just the way it should. Such Poppycock my dear Watson!!!!

7.  Though having the ability to reflect is a beautiful right in it's own creative flows of distinctions it also possesses the embellishments of time's withdrawal from the original sequence of events. The attributes of Health include not lingering too long on what was once, or speculating on the outcomes that are to come, but participating in the presence of the Love you receive is the Love you sent. 

8.  Me is just another word for nothing left to lose.

9.  Okay, that's Here Now, but for There, you must be Then, Zen.

Interpolating Malapropisms

     What?
     Look it up in your Funk and Wagnall's...
    Can you say, Norm Crosby?
     
     For example....."....I resemble that remark...."
                         ....."....I second that commotion...."
                         ....."....Rainy weather can be hard on
                                    the sciences...."
                         ....."....I have no delusions to the past..."
                         ....."....Steven is the pineapple of politeness..."
                         ....."....You are only a pigment of your
                                    Imagination...."
     Feel the colors of the Rainbow....as in Skittles
     You can take the person out of the "Country", but you can't take       the "Country" out of the person....as in Salem cigarettes or 
      "Nationalism"
      See the USA in your Chevrolet....as in Highway Infrastructure
      Phonically speaking of course
      This is only a test....your school desk is not available at this
      time to hide under when the Word Bomb Hits
      And if this wasn't a test, I do believe that tuning to any radio 
      station for further updates would be "Oblivious"
     
     

Forgetting

     What pray tell was that you said?  Know the air, tell the piano who you are, kick the rain, be the reaction you want to be when the chance comes.  Okay, now, if I have your attention, and even if I don't, just let the dust settle and join me while I shoot at some crude or kiss the sky.
     Just because is a good enough reason to go along with some cockamamie concept that a spiritual guide is whispering nothings in your eating patterns.  Now we all want to take a bite out of that apple, or just pick any fruit. 
     Public service, just like any attempt to subject yourself upon others in any particular room you inhabit is I suppose a noble gesture, but in my own corner of this infinite space we conjure up from time to time, though I do entice myself with the written word, I desire to be less known and less fiscally stable.  I sit close to the edge knowing all along I have that choice of not falling in, until I choose to.
     Conflict can be surprisingly alluring and yet it doesn't come with a set of instructions and whether you learn anything from it, is a matter left unsaid. I have always thought my personal Waterloo's were for my digestion only while hoping no one else had to choke on my outcomes.
     Finally, with a few nuances in our daily lives we can all come to culinary truths about what we have to ingest, and those processed social medias we can just push to the edge of the Hunger Games, working on the premise they have no influence on what we really see, feel, touch or hear, and Oh, I forgot the fifth sense we brought into our benign worlds.  A good meal comes with condiments often blurring the actual flavors of the dish itself and we can and will decipher the main ingredients in the pies we eye from time to time.
      Comfort food generally wins the day after the few bitter and often times opinionated flavor profiles we choose to participate in our dining table Lazy Susan, even if she fed us Tea and Orange cakes, and you want to travel with her.  Just click those Ruby Slippers together, and repeat the lines " There's no place like Home, There's no place like Home...."  Like a good neighbor, forgetting you were Late for Dinner becomes the lost art of arbitrary deliverance. One can eat their cake and have it too.
     

Zero Hour.....9 A.M........

     And then along comes Merry.  It occurred to me, post haste that where we stand now is just a farthing away from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea of Tranquility.
     The patterns of opinions are sometimes a deluge of infintisimally small caricatures of I am convinced of my own petard.  Curtain pulling for the new Acts of the continuing saga of lethargy that puts us into the deluges of anticipated cultural clashes, not just for the participants, but for the looky lous. There can be no resolution for the blind ambitions involved in any of these lame excuses for problem solving.
     Intention, prerogatives and demeanor's at any point of attack or conciliatory retorts will not be forthcoming if all parties involved do not intend to resolves said conflict.
     Wherever we frolic into these media infested junctures we must realize that it is time to disengage and participate in our own triangle of events with family and friends, realizing that our world is just that, our world.  
     Besides these petty fragrances of solutions, toward Border Quagmires, who's got the right to take away votes, who as "For Profit" companies can subject it's employees to their religious connotations, injecting Preventative solutions to Global Problems, stopping anyone, but especially Women, along with their doctors, from initiating whatever they want to do for their health situations and their emotional rescues.
     And further more, if you really want to view addictive personalities, we all have learned to dress ourselves, get a job, live within our means, propagate our species like animals do, so trying to alleviate addictions other than our own, is just sometimes, whether or not we like it, folly.  It's great to have social media, but technology has initiated other forms of conflicts other than World War, or regional conflicts.  We are now in the throngs of proxies giving disenfranchised belligerent participants the ability to shoot down planes above 30,000 feet.
     For things to change we must all put our best foot forward and collect the rewards of living altruistic lives, and enjoying those things we love to fondle, whatever those things are and watch how our external reality mimics those deposits.  
     Our other addictions as far as our culinary habits promulgate our health outcomes to a degree, please inform the memory of your cells, through I suppose DNA strands (Human Data Bases) that you are ready to set yourself free, cold turkey if you choose to imitate that colloquialism, from processed food and anything that lists the main ingredients of any product other than the product itself.  No clues given here, you just have to follow the bouncing ball, before the main attraction starts.  Stop taking corporate pharmaceutical drugs, so Law Firms who specialize in suing those drug companies or products that have been approved by some governmental agency, can go the way of the Dinosaur, and bring Torte Reform to a epiphany on it's own.
     This is just the beginning of bringing us to some form of revelation that we can all live, globally, nationally and locally to bring around true hospitality and altruism to the general masses of participants in this reality we have agreed upon experiencing called Multidimensional and Personal Reality.  I bid you a Happy and Productive Evening....

 

To Whom it May Concern

Good God ya'll, what is it good for....fill in the blank....absolutely nothing.
Education, Hospitality and Equality are inheritances that never lack in their value, and don't have conditions attached to them.
Mental health is an attribute that comes with a sense of Humor.
What you do with what you have spells the word gratitude.
We are, after all is said and done, just part of a larger world we only inhabit when we share it with anybody, or anything we come in contact with.
Purpose and intentions are nine tenths of the law, ignorance, lack of education and whatever is left after that, makes up the last tenth of anything we think we own or choose to experience.
Freedom and Dignity comes with a price, but can always be seen and heard as priceless. They don't come with a set of brakes and personally don't come with rear view mirrors.

Dinner Awaits for No Man

     Though at times I feel the wind against my wings when I sit down to pander to my culinary desires, it could be that I am not really here, but laughing out loud in a dream of pure wonder, promoted by hunger.
  It is not the thirst for food I conjure when traveling those highways and byways of illusionary flavor profiles of courage and the distant clamors of " Thunder and Lightning ". Rather I am pursuant to my own ascensions when I break that bread and spread the buffets of life across my table of hope and joy, knowing then, as I do now that someone is awaiting the Man on the other side of this life. 

Darkness, Darkness

      Being nocturnal and of course with that, dreaming comes to mind, though it doesn't have to mind at all considering we can and will, at any moment, do the things we have not been able to do when we are cognizant whether we can or cannot achieve such madness.
      Now, Darkness, Darkness, be my pillow and take me out on the Highway, show me a sign and take it to the " LIMIT " one more time.  At that point of origin, "... away we go....".

From Angles of Information

     Now whatever obtuse angle you care to deliberate or substantiate your point of entry to claim some valid idiosyncrasy it is imperative that realizing whatever piece of real estate you hoped would come to fruition at such a moment, it is just not the same as the real event, either in a cultural or historical sense.
     It is such an intervention when in the dawning of what we seem to be in, in a technically inclined social media way, that we have created such the malady of uncertainty when a small band of Merry Men can create such scenes of havoc.
     It is then, I hope we all realize, irregardless of whether it is a drought, or the downing of a passenger flight, or disputes over who is on the right side of history, that at any given moment we can conclude and release the thoughts that brought about such calamity and become another completely different reality.
     As for the flow of the Universe, as it is, whatever we do, the Universe, Mother Nature, will have a say in the proceedings, and after that, we live in divine providence. My mother would say, from behind the curtain at such times, ...." I don't want to hear any complaints...."

When you Arrive

     When it comes to the act of laughing, and don't pause when I say this, but, you can't think when you have arrived at laughing.  It also doesn't matter whether or not it is out loud either.

Anonymity

Then should I say that Kismet and Serendipity celebrate a sort of celebrity anonymity when induced into a collective sequence of events lasting moments at a time in the Universal unfolding as it's well intentioned thought coalesced....

Circumstance

Yet there doesn't have to be the usual pomp to the circumstance in any event that doesn't do a body good.  Fade to black in the case where some seen force obliterates commonality between the event and it's cause, and not only that, but it's effect.  If then, somewhere down that Yellow Brick Road, there will be no elementary conclusion, my dear Watson, we can only use the example of if it walks, talks and looks like a Duck, then it must be a Duck.
If we think there will be no effect then on whatever is really happening in the Ukraine, then we can be sadly and utterly acquiescent to the actual soliloquy that soon follows.
Nowhere in the commonality of Black Holes like this is there any solidarity to the notion that the parties involved will go unaffected. Good God you all, what ever happens after this, will not stay in the Ukraine, like things that happen in Las Vegas do.
So here goes another Love Song, with the idea that Love means never having to say you're Sorry. No where does it say that you have to prove that Love, just that the circumstances exist for it to be real, and execute the Justice intended and Due. We are the world and the Pomp to this peculiar and unadulterated circumstance is coming whether we like it or not.  The Universe is it's own Judge.
 

Naked Lunch

The locality of the icons in dreams often leave the symbolism of their content oblivious to reconciliation. Though we interpose or extrapolate while we are there, it is our own prognostications that leave us gently on the acquiescent side of Nirvana.
It is silly to retaliate upon these notions, but also easy to pick up the telltale signs of the Pit and the Pendulum in our day to day external compositions.  The consequences to our preludes in imaginary scenarios often times leaves us with a variety of flavor profiles that can become various forms of parties in time framed images as attempts at hospitality interludes.
Hospitality makes up most of our lives in ways that all of us engage in those evolutionary ascenscions.  It behooves our spirit once we have become in love with ourselves and secure in the battlefields we have chosen to experience that handing out those nuances of emotional linguistics for the global and often diverse populations of scattered communities is the feast and famine of those catering concepts, usually, but not tied to, three act plays. 
Those forks in the roads, curtain calls, starting with the conceiving of a chosen individual physical reality as a Child, a few encores as a Vagabond of sorts, leaving nourishing lunches strewn along pathways narrowly prosecuted, and closing with anonymous and unseen or felt offerings of food for thought buffets.  Those doorways and halls, either to be opened or traversed over are left up to the ones who you gracefully served up the Naked Lunch to. 
In essence as we flail daily to provide the hospitality to our compatriots in our individual chosen lifestyles, we know we have only succeeded if kind offerings are not only endured but are passed on as keepsakes of our endeavors and imitated to others to continue the strings of perpetual kindness and glorious offspring from the wells of humanity.

Neighboring Thoughts

     Sometimes when you wake up out of a stupor that was self imposed, the wonder of it all becomes perfectly clear.  Those experiences coming to you live from the neighboring thought patterns that enveloped you can only be there to enlighten you and bring you closer to yourself.  That in itself should bring you around to the realization that your life is your own, your own creation, and you are the miracle you chose, and things will come when their yours to behold, and no one, and I repeat know one can take you from those moments when the world is at your feet.  Your thoughts are drawing you ever closer to the ascension you are choosing, so be willing to take the High Dives into temporary perfection.

Remembering

     Just one day, when you are confronted with a door that you yourself put there, give yourself a chance to remember the beautiful thought that enticed you to proclaim you were ready for the experience of your lifetime and slowly or fastidiously walk through that entrance and be ready for the adventure to follow.

Gatherings

     In the course of the river flowing, either upstream or downstream, the celebration of tribal events often coincides with either individual or family events inclined to induce the feelings of attachment outside of our individual perspectives in our desire to diversify and expand our awareness of what it is we are trying to remember.
     It is in this case that we are brought to justice to justify our proclivity to be part of the storytelling or allegorical nature of our native speech patterns to either entice, illuminate, entertain and behoove the consequences of our wonderful choices we make to infiltrate our personal rabbit holes, when we realize we are always more in, than we'll ever be out.
     The geographical, cultural, fashion, culinary and environmental influences help conjure up the colors and interpretations we throw into the illuminations to decipher our own diatribes as we take turns passing the proverbial and often times sublime peace pipes we conjure up in these tribal gatherings.  Throughout the celebrations and the roundtable verbal artwork we share, we again invigorate our reasons and desire to continue this atmosphere of being here and being there in our everyday individual realities trying to remember at the same time the collective attributes of these symposiums of diversity.
     

Time without the Space....

      It is always a notion when things get out of focus that recollections posted on some Subway wall, give credence to those Spaces in Time that rolled parallel waves in your conscious antiquities.

Strings....

     It is always the memories of experience, with or without the real strings of perception that allows us to know what is there and what is not...

Goat Rock June 14th, 2014

Why Not?

Bliss is often mimicry for ignorance...!!!!

For whom the Steven Tolls

     If of course there comes a time, without the space intended to induce some sort of epiphany then stopping and facing it headlong, whether it be a black hole, a day at the beach, or coming to some conclusion on a rainy and bleak intended day, then Now would be a good time to elevate both attitude and altitude while conjecture becomes the soul reality in the momentary repose.
      Ha, I wonder if the monkey on anyone's back comes to mind while wandering those corridors of backstreet Grinder music.  Not that I had anything to do with that last statement or drew any conclusions from those events, but I do stand to gain by any of those twisted sister type of occurrences. 
     It is not as if I hadn't been late for dinner a few times, or lost in my own enthralling escapades when these actions occurred, but not existing in some Ethernet expose sort of way is the easiest way out of such purloined expletives.  Who knows you might gain some sort of perspectives seconds into the dynamic retreat you so dearly chose.
      Just getting up on the horse, hearing the chimes in the not so distant future as you go galloping so close to the edge of insanity can always be a good thing because Tolling is Mother Nature's way of calling you into momentary bliss and  you can always be recalled if need be, by hook or by crook.  I than bid you a fond farewell until we meet again in these angular points of view....Me, Me and a thousand more of Me's.....

Emanations of Patterned Thoughts

     It's raining outside, the constant pitter patter of droplets of water hitting the ground and the backdrop of wind swirling in various places in the backyard create musical notoriety that this only happens in this conjecture of Mother Nature's creativity.
     I have heard the voices of those who seem intent on interrupting other people's thoughts of how they take care of their personal world, thinking interjecting their own concepts onto the public patterns can be such a liberating and spiritual outpouring and concern, justifying the interruption of personal imaginings.
     Just knowing that each human "Being" has to confront their own challenges in the emanations of their patterned thoughts, and be willing to accept the outcomes leads me to believe that their are infinite ways to achieve the desired outcomes, even though the support of these righteous people seems to help in certain circumstances, I feel in the end, everything will come to pass and work out, irregardless.  It may not be what these other people are trying to do for whatever reason and either way, it will be what it will be.
     There are I am sure many topics out there that qualify or quantify these particular circumstances, but for me the two I want to diatribe about here are women's right to healthcare no matter the circumstances and the "Right" to vote.  When you are so vehement about the termination of a pregnancy, in so much as burning a healthcare facility down, or killing a healthcare provider over this choice, or even more magnanimously finding a political solution to be able to shut the local care facility for women's right for preventative healthcare you are doing enormous damage for local populations who are unable to travel long distances or afford the time or money to obtain these services that become out of their domain to achieve.  I really don't care about your ideas that you are solving some form of personal crisis or endearing your conceptions about life onto other people, you are just working on the symptoms, not making a proclamation about a line in the sand or time in an hourglass. I will not talk here about what the permutations involved with the problems that arose to put members of the community at large to take these actions, but just let it be said that it is between the person or persons involved and their maker of choice, and though it may work out for both sides of the conflict, it can also be a very trying and unsettling situation for all concerned.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it, for personal concerns for my own sanity.
     As for my other pet peeve, this "Right" to vote thing has always been touted as an important obligation and a harbinger of self worth as an individual in a collective society.  It doesn't matter who you vote for, or for that matter what you vote for, it is suppose to be some God given right in the United States or some unalienable gift from the Constitution or the Bill of Rights or something that is written down in the conception of this form of democracy here in these United States of America.  One nation, under God, whatever that choice of God is.  You can't decide for political reasons to get elected you can shut out early voting, college students voting on campus, those who can't afford to travel long distances or provide some sort of federal identification because you claim voter fraud or numerous other selfish tactics so you can gerrymander your ideas or ideals onto the political landscapes. That's not the way a true democracy works.  I won't bore you with alternative ways of accomplishing the same tasks which involves an all inclusive way of solving local, national or international challenges, but dissolving the atmosphere of an election and it's outcomes is not by shutting out those populations that choose to believe in different ways in which you do is not a permanent solutions and will over time cause fissures in the political embodiment of the soul of democracy and later turn into violent forms of retaliation, hence, in one example in this country, is the 1960's and in other countries in the global community, revolution.  I'm a dreamer and I feel as if like John Lennon once contorted in a lyric in a song, I am not the only one.
      There you have it emanations from my own mind, not a dangerous one, of personal patterns of thoughts, not meant to interrupt your own, but just to give you different colors and patterns in the rainbows of human existence.  And to all a good day and night, post haste.

Neither Here Nor There

     Somewhere, not necessarily where I am now, but a filament of my imagination, in a non-physical environment I decided to become a human "Being".  That meant I was to choose a group of souls all wanting to experience a concept we sometimes correlate with "Individual Reality".  It is known to be here, and then again, it is known to be there.
     As much as I can speculate that means we can and it seems as though the majority of what we call or experience as time is spent here.  When we don't always recognize where we are, because time doesn't exist in this reality we accept the fact that we are there.  I guess what that means, if anything, is we are sleeping, or we forget where we are, in familiar surroundings, or what appears to be familiar surroundings, but not recognizable, because there are things, little things, that are different and the laws we accept as Universal, are just a little out of sync.
     Space doesn't apply here either when we get in these conjectures as we find when we are there, we can fly, move through walls and get information about the Universe that we don't always have access to when we are here in a waking state, and too often we aren't able to decipher the codes or the images or the symbolic icons that are right in front of us.  Along with souls that have passed and people that are still with us, they come to us in the middle of all this commotion and do explicit actions and conversations that would not actually happen, or haven't happened yet, so when we are here, instead of there, we can see the street signs that endeavor to enlighten us here so we can ascend a little bit at a time to get us to those points of view where we remember from there, why we are here.
      Spending your time worrying about what others are doing as far as your perspectives of things that your will chooses from time to time, disables your cognitive or precognitive messages you have handed to you for your own individual reality.  No matter as you go through being here, and how close you are to your parents, your mate, your offspring, you are, if you choose to be, aware that you are here, and there is a goal sooner or later you will follow one of an infinite linear projections to get you to remember, whether you like it or not.
      All the opportunities that you choose are for you, and they can always be shared and your experience can and will be allegorical to someone in your vicinity and you don't really need to know, but find Joy in each and everyone challenge that you successfully make it through, whatever the outcome in your personal belief system.
     Someday, when you reach your epiphany, and you will have many of these, you will either leave here for there, or you will realize you are here for other travelers in this particular realm and stick around for their epiphanies.  Free will is addictive, much more than habits we adopt along the way, and you will find yourself here, wondering about there, but also know that you have the luxury of disengaging from time to time, to enjoy the quiet time of there, but also aware that you still have the addiction to here, so not returning is out of the question, not unlike a near death experience.
      Now one other concept here is a compilation individual reality with a group reality.  Though you are in a personal space at the time, you begin to see that the experience is not only intended for you specifically, but meant to move numerous souls through being there to get back to being here.  Sometimes it is a mystery that will never be solved, or one that the point of the experience has been created by a group that needs to be nudged to become aware of circumstance they thought were out of their control, yet all of a sudden the epiphany is shared, sometimes even to the whole community of souls which inhabit from time to time the particular Universe they are sharing together.
      We can all search in a way, for answers to be out there when really in there is much larger than out there, and commonality becomes one with the individual in time.  So again, come along with the responsibility you have for your own individual reality for the ride you chose, and learn to treat the addiction with respect for it's own awareness, and share that ability with others, when given the chance, and don't pander to those concepts that your way is the highway.  Everyone has a purpose in these travels, there is no such thing as triviality, everyone has there own street signs to pursue, or the forks in their adventure, and if anything going with them instead of against them, with a smile on your face, and encouragement in your heart is such a better way to fathom the distinctions between here and there.  I bid all of you, who have followed the bouncing balls of these dialectics, a fond farewell until we meet again on either ours, yours or others highways and byways of the Universal Codes.

Perspective Forks in Any Road We Choose

     Now it wasn't necessarily that I wasn't sleeping, but my mind was churning as it so often does, when I kept perusing thoughts about how one catches, chooses or just plain by ignoring personal histories challenges we all seem to choose to ascend or evolve along the paths that Robert Frost soliloquized verbally about.
      Yeah it's easy enough to chop or saw some logs in those awakened states or maybe even count sheep or have pillow fights with the person or persons of choice, but for me the ensuing neuron activity kept me lucidly placid enough to decipher what was coming next.
       I'm not saying some spiritual guide was giving me the poke every so often, but that nagging feeling we all have the choice to experience whatever we are most familiar with, either by education, design, genetics or just plain family history the offensive dis at ease perspectives, which we commonly label as one or more diseases.
       We can though surmise the purpose, make the change in attitude, and gain the perspective necessary to just experience for a short time, if time is really the right word, the moment of impact, it's evolution of process, and come out the other side and not linger as so many of us do, intentionally or otherwise, and become our normal, healthy selves again.
        It is hard to imagine it is that easy, but the truth comes effortlessly, after much soul searching, factual inputs which come from lots of research or again, that pesky nuisance time, where after all, it could come and go in an instant, and certainly after the dis at ease moment passes, it always seems as though it was never there, except for the physical, emotional or spiritual scars that remain.  Hey, Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me, cause it's early jingle jangle come mourning time, and there ain't no place I'm going to....that refrain of it's all wrapped up in that Traveling Salvation Show, Good Golly Miss Molly.  Where upon we all realized we opened up the door, stepped out into Robert Frost's multiple forks in the roads of Reality, and sang the praises of no longer coping with the original perspective of our momentary disease sequence of events.