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.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
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.
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"
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"
Saturday, August 2, 2014
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.
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.
Friday, August 1, 2014
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....
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....
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