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.

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.

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.