Little did Luke know that the D card for the Dark Force is then.. standing behind him the ‘entire time’.. Yeah.. i know.. i feel.. i am getting a little carried away.. still.. with the Cultural meme of Star Wars.. since May 27th, 1977.. yes.. i looked that up on Google.. and no i didn’t remember the exact.. date other than i am soon to move into high school as a senior then.. but seriously.. science fiction is truly no different than bible prophecies.. dream time.. and all entry ways into human archetypes.. AKA Cosmic Consciousness.. gifted to us in our DNA.. in a Quantum Entanglement of beauty of all we now see and know and feel as now.. and beyond now of course.. wheRe our minds unify together.. to art the tapestry of allthatis.. sAMe toGeTheR WitH God now we feel.. see.. and know.. so to say the FORCE IS AWAKENING IS MORE THAN JUST A MOVIE.. OR A PREDICTION OF A MAYAN CALENDAR.. OR ALL THE OTHER MYTHS THAT HOUSE TRUTHS AND LIGHTS.. AS VEHICLES AND VESSELS TO GET TO US AS INDIVIDUAL PARTS AS WHOLE.. TO ENLIGHTEN US TO EXPERIENCE MORE OF POTENTIAL DIMENSIONS OF REALITY NOW… iS YES.. AN UNDERSTATEMENT AT LEAST.. OF WHAT THOSE OF US IN THE SEE.. KnOW.. AND FEEL OF THIS ARE BORN TO FEEL.. kNOW.. SEE.. AND RELATE THE BEST WE CAN.. WRITE NOW.. YES.. WriTe.. now..:)
Smiles.. my friend Soheir.. a delicate flower of honey blue eyes of green may attract more bees than vanilla flower in dis ease.. however in God eYes tHere is no grain of sand that holds these flowers alive that are more significant than the other.. so as we look at the earth closing in from Space.. coming back from the moon what will we see.. green.. blue.. or man made structures increasingly erasing the breath of life here on planet earth.. so no.. while intelligence of this kind can and does bring us comfort.. of a temporal way of existence.. God’s creations are for infinity and not for God’s children to destroy.. overall.. sure.. human will Love to THINK HUMAN is God’s favorite creation.. but no.. of course not.. as human destroys God’s creation.. like no other living being has ever done on this planet.. TO respect God’s creation is not to cover it up and destroy it with manmade stuff.. however to cover beautiful skin and scalp from the harsh dry elements of desert life.. is surely a correct message from God too.. Florida means Easter or feast of flowers.. my church means Saint Flower of Easter.. a place of flourishing life where the colorful evidence of God is moist and hot.. but no.. a Hijab brings more suffering than comfort for a person who must work outside here.. in fact.. heat stroke can be the real result as God even makes humans with bigger heads like mine from Northern European countries to retain heat.. it’s not just a matter of how a person is raised or how a person is educated my friend.. it is also a matter of how a person or creature is made by God.. the reason and free will Gifted by God.. overall has been more of a curse than gift as practiced by human overall.. to the rest of God’s creation on this Earth.. the only apocalypse that human may see is that of human being in the long run of living out of balance with the design of God that is always balance.. my friend.. we can gain our messages from God to live the best life for us iN balance with God or we can ignore God’s basic message of survival and die of heat stroke on a planet of heat and humidity in another place where the Hijab is death instead of protection in life.. now.. and that is where reason.. the reason of God.. innately.. instinctually.. and intuitively gifted to us by God goes deaf my friend.. when we place human messages above the gift of God within.. who will always give us the correct answer.. with or without education.. in a formal way.. for sure.. the education of culture today.. is the sinner of the earth out of balance more than Loving balance of God.. and if a person is not raised with Love.. the evil is more likely to come in harming ways of both human and the rest of God’s creation free or imprisoned by words that only apply to a distinct place and time on earth then.. there is a time and place now where increasing the population of humans means the survival of the human species but now is the time and place where increasing the population of human beings means the potential death of both human and many other species of life on the planet of earth.. if we focus on the messages of the past that are no longer applicable as God’s evolving planet with we changes.. we die.. and that will be God’s will for us as well.. if we do not get a corrected message from God to change and go on.. so sure.. we can stay with old ways or we can live.. and that too.. my friend is free will of dark or light.. the test of common sense as well.. that God gifts those who are willing to play fair with God’s rule of change to test of challenge.. adaptation and survival for balance.. So what gives.. fear.. hate ..or sharing Life.. in balance here to the best interests of all who live.. we must remember if we are going to survive that we are no greater than the grain of sand that holds our weight of life that is God as well.. in balance my friend.. And to be crystal clear.. Hijab’s are elegantly beautiful and only enhance the beauty of a woman to me.. and in fact i think my wife will look great in one.. and detract nothing from her beauty or spirituality either and in fact she enjoys serving me day and night.. and has no interest in a career.. so she would probably fit in with the cultural ways of Islam just fine.. but no.. not me.. my friend.. as i am too hot natured to be covered up in any way.. but again.. God does make us different my friend.. and rules that God gives humans are tailored to each soul differently as well.. in both spirit and flesh in the way God is the God of diversity and truly never the same to the finer details of Living Free now with Relative Free Will and Love.. my friend.. There is no rule of God etched in stone but God’s rules my friend and those are the stone without human hands as well.. my friend.. so sure.. Love is written in the Stone without human hands my friend.. and there is a song for that with pyramids of Human art.. that will surely one day fall to the dust of grains of sand.. human may not be here.. but God will Live on as always my friend.. Nothing is our own.. except for our Temple of God.. that we either cherish or kill by our own hands of God or ignorance my friend.. and it is often education.. both formal and informal beyond our innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive senses and feelings.. that is the progenitor of ignorance as human fear.. hate.. and destruction of each other and the rest of creation on this planet as current gift of home.. Truly one word suffices and that word is BALANCE.. THE RULE OF GOD WRITTEN IN THE STONE.. MY FRIEND.. AS THE ELECTRONS SWIRL IN BALANCE AROUND THE NUCLEUS EVENLY AND FAIRLY AS FRIENDS..:)
Smiles.. my friend.. SOHEIR you did not upset me at all.. i just talk too much sometimes and use words to inspire me even more.. i respect the way you practice your religion and defend it regularly here at home.. as true there are different factors at play that not all folks consider.. When i say friend.. what that means is Unconditional Love and what that means friend is no matter how different your opinion is from me.. in how we may have different points of view.. there is no difference of opinion that you can possibly give to me.. that will make me Love you any less.. i have carried on that philosophy and way of feeling with people who have been incredibly mean and unfair to me.. in fact.. the woman who almost brought me to my death in ways of stress at work.. i refused to even get mad at.. when at work.. but when i lost my soul.. that changed too.. then.. but that’s the part that is most important to me. and THAT IS both my soul and your soul too as friend.. and the best way to Love God is to Love Unconditionally my friend.. and for me at least.. i would rather hear all of your truth without restraint.. but sure that is up to you.. my friend.. now.. as i will continue to speak my truth under both relative free will and Love my Friend.. And sure they say for writers it is not good to say the same word too many times.. but i am just a writer.. and do not aim to now be a so-called good writer.. so i will continue to say friend many times without restraint..:)
Smiles again.. My friend.. With wishes of pleasant dreams.. now..:)
‘You’ know and or feel.. as much as i discuss religion or and politics just for fun.. it’s amazing i have any friends at all.. but sure there is a fine art in religious and political discourse as well.. that sure.. could save a human way of planet living balance.. if enough people take up this art with Relative Free Will Attuned to the Truth and Light of Wisdom and Love.. #nochallengetoosmallorlarge .. now..:)
A very interesting Thursday Poetry Prompt online at dVerse Poet’s Pub in the use of synesthesia in poetry to metaphor the senses.. feelings.. in novel ways of experiences of life from A to Z.. and once again.. i almost always do it.. in all the posts i write here.. but i will just let it go and flow with the poetry links of inspiration and maybe catch up to the 13 links so far provided.. before the Rave Dance of tonight begins.. at Good Old Seville Quarter.. anyway.. i write until it’s time to get ready and go go go.. NOW.. in a night of DANCE.. over and above.. and below.. so above.. inside outside and all around the writing of life.. in colors of blue and green and yellow and red and all between hues as well as all shades of dark and light emotions that come as well or hmm.. not so well.. in black.. white.. and grey..:)
* Romance.. bleeding red in connections from skin that cannot repel.. shades of pink.. then brown.. then pale back to friends if ‘they’ are lucky enough to stay..:)
* Dancing blue wiNds bRinging joy now electriC breeZe SinGs WinGs LoveS GlorY bEinG JusT BeinG aLive Free Dance of me..:)
Pastel susurrations Loves breath gently streaming light of skin comes alive iN torrent of red with.. again..:)
(:..footnote.. i had to google ‘that’ word too.. wInks.. Yeah.. sure.. some words are poeTry prompts unto the words.. as metaphors..;)
Well.. sMiLes.. my friend.. i have been to a place of zero meaning and purpose then and now i arrive at a place of all meaning and purpose.. and hell yes.. the second place is so nice to be for here for now.. wheRe it all means a great deal to me.. who cares who listens as long as there is purpose and meaning in life.. poeTry is in the poET.. my friEnd.. Glenn..:)
SMiles.. UniVerse sKin scares heLL of soMe.. magic to me alWays sTill now.. i Love the Human.. Condition.. all else pales iN sHades.. bLack and White.. to me..;)
Smiles.. i can’t say there are any colors in hell or devils.. my friend.. but death as life is death without colors of Life.. killing numb killing numb killing colors of Life… i for one.. refuse to fade.. again.. no matter who does what…
* First Love smoke in sweater warmth.. cold days then.. warm love comes iN sweater soaked with smoke of young woman’s mother.. perhaps little cuban cigars.. but none of that matteRed then.. my friend.. Love was the smell of smoke.. 37 years smells sAMe smoke..:)
Movies.. often sources of incredible human nuanced emotions.. music alone can never match the fuller human art in theater of life to me.. but sure it can be a roller coster difficult to stay on but hard to get off as well with heart engaged..:)
Smiles.. November clouds are clouds of past that melt dreams for me until Spring Sun comes again.. somehow i erased the clouds from the sky.. decades practice..:)
Ugh.. I’m never moving north but I’m always moving and that is the secret of my eraser of dark human clouds.. Adrianna.. Dance free Dance.. Just dance free.. now again..:)
i suppose i am 21 before i smell my mother’s perfume in church again.. and then for some reason it finally comes to me how much Love costs to give.. decades later with a child of mind..:)
Ah.. church.. a magic place for me when young.. where confessionals echo choirs of Angels in ears of me.. i never find a source for that.. or do i.. smiles..:)
Passions fleeting glimpse.. Romance flees in greeting life.. friends.. best friends last.. Romance flies.. to where it always goes.. or comes again.. best friends last..:)
SMiLes.. my dreams taste like RainBows.. even day dreams of fragile young boy.. shadow of tallest rainbow folloWinG me then.. dream scapes wIn..:)
Smiles.. a dream of world where everyone writes differently simply ’cause they can.. i’m already there.. with smiles again.. ’cause i can.. now..:)
All caught up now.. at 9:46 pm.. 14 responses to dVerse and other stuff.. in 1 hour and 31 minutes.. back after.. the dance of night..:)
And sure.. when Barbara sings.. colors come..:)
Back at 12:12 pm 12042015.. with several morning stops at other writing places before entering into the domain of dVerse Poet’s Pub once again.. with eight more links to catch up on for now..:)
Lynn.. Lynn.. that reminds me of Zen.. your poem here more than your nAMe of course..now and truly when we become one with the colors of Nature theRe iS no escape or separation from the One of God free as Us.. my friEnd Lynn.. in the middle this time instead of end..:)
* Tree of sapLinG heArt bRings tRue liGht TaLLest SoUls SpiRit LEaves BranChing out fOrever NOW CHI TAI ONE..:)
Quick Side note: When i graduate college with Triple Major of Degrees in Anthropology.. Social Sciences Interdisciplinary.. and Health Science as well.. Administrator says.. Fred what are you going to do with all that knowledge.. i say.. i don’t know.. problem then with Asperger’s syndrome is i can input it all but have no way to fully get it out in method of writing or verbal expression.. and then God creates the computer and history is here now..of me.. and nah.. i didn’t stop learning after College.. everyday is another Encyclopedia to me.. and i just let my fingers do the walking in digital art of plastic keys spread around the world electronically free.. i have the handwriting of a 5 year old.. so nah.. without this all theRe iS iS written chicken scratch or sanscrit of mud..;) back to dVerse now..;)
* ColOr a child’s mind.. not even a rainBow of cOlors is enough to fill inside.. flowing with imagination.. no expectations or limits free child of i.. colors mYe Yes Blue and Green.. now.. etc.. sTill.. living FREE..:)
Last cat walk wanDers into tHe woods.. 20 years of Life Leaves fall ’round cat… Now cat beComes Leaves Trees.. purrfection iN all things consideRinG free mY friEnd..:)
Greys.. hUmans raiSinG without emPathy oF Love.. Colors aRe Us.. sAdlYer hard to pAint greys among us.. now long sInce canVas lefT blank.. BRushPAint..:)
So.. it seems you are in the feel of evolution orange.. a place of balance when middle oRange is ripe and ready to be reaped..:)
SNail tale ends telL taiL moon wheRe sHell lives in hidDen nAMes..;)
Oh..! and hi! Shawna.. nice of you to come out and play.. some of us never ever quite.. hehe.. no matter WHAT.. COMES heLL or moonliT gLow..;)
SMiLes.. i often wonder as a child and far far into the future as a so-called man.. why all the animals have it so easy.. and why i worry so much about falling falling falling.. truly an innate fear.. falling.. falling falling.. along with loud sounds.. i can turn it down.. but i am still falling falling then.. finAlly.. i stand up and find i am standing standing standing ALL just standing ALL.. and now i am a cat.. that sheds hIS fears like hAirs or dust of sKin of me.. Free..:)
1:07 pm and all caught up for now.. sAnd dance comes now.. with sun shining tall and bright as yellow orb of honey delight.. where gRAins of sAnd me.. Sun become one air free..:)
Back at 11:13 pm to do the last two available at dVerse for now.. smiles..:)
SMiLes of poeTry to take a heARt and SoUl flYing in SpiRit wheRever iT goes.. and for me.. a ’72 snow storm in Florida.. a twelve year-old boy’s dreams of girls and holding hands to warm a frail heart and body to a man of Love.. just holding Hands.. of Warm and True..:)
Starfish of Christ LiGht swim feathered right pass outside to inner core above so below all around reality comes again.. LiGht is Real..:)
Last late poetic link at dVerse.. to answer too.. 11:06 pm..;)
i suppose.. for our distant ancestors living in snow.. then Christmas everynow iS just a hug and wArm.. and perhaps a fire for food.. as liGht for dance of night… oh.. a simple Christmas spells H U G S..:)
Rafiah.. Human history is full of tribal instinct and fear of the different.. Some people are offended that I dance.. and they are not happy.. Period..
I am happy so that is their problem and not mine.. Since the Hijab makes you content and or spiritually happy same as dance does with me in worship of the God of Nature.. That is their problem and one that you may be able to ignore..
Since we cannot control the tribal instinct that in human fears different customs.. And is the innate psychology behind this.. Until humans view the entire species as one tribe.. This will always be an issue to ignore unless someone blows you up and that is applicable to both sides of the pond as history continues to prove….
On the other hand some folks are under the misconception that Muslims are all forced to do this.. And that is just a matter of cultural education.. And that takes time for awareness of change to become the reality now.. It’s much more complicated than that but some people are offended by long winded stuffZz.. And I don’t mean you.. Smiles..;)
#humanswithattentionspanofgoldfish .. And seriously studies prove this out on modern humans on average.. A new culturally produced human goldfish disorder.. That’s really sad…
Sadly.. Folks continue to fear different.. Sadder still that is often their eventual loss instead of win.. There is both art and science FTW.. behind Unconditional Tough and Passionate Love that tolerates and accepts human differences..smile emoticon
And sure.. i often write about the condition of human bullying with a link here from last year and this time too..:)
SMiLes.. with Hello Himali.. the world can certainly not get enough of super heroes or friends who are named as brothers and sisters.. and truly to celebrate these heroes is to reinforce their presence.. as we will never be able to rely on mythical heroes to get the job truly done of living successfully in peace of mind and body balance with thanks for the blessing of our Lives as iS N0W my friend.. and sure.. super hero too.. as well as sister.. life is too short to fear anything my friend.. Himali.. and when that state of mind and body in balance is gained as reality that now becomes forever.. now.. as Bliss.. Nirvana.. etc…:)
SMiLeS.. agaIn Himali.. with HELlo.. theRe are two kinds of dreams.. dreams to repair stress.. and dreams to create.. and the dreams to create are Lucid waking kind now that have no limits or expectations except for a new way of thinking and feeling.. and expresSinG that is Art of human communication with creation activity and the end product as Art SpiRit sharing and living Art comes now As US AS fuller SoUls in miNd and BoDy Balance with heArt..:)
i feel.. the same from you my Angel friend.. smile emoticon
Oh.. my celebration of “666 Months of LiGht”.. publishing after midnight in wee Birthday hours of 12062015.. ‘now’.. also my Grandfather Leo.. the X-Catholic Priest and storied evangelist as philosopher too.. born this date in 1895.. 120 years from then now is..
And sure i also celebrate 666 Months of Dance from conception too.. on Solar Eclipse Day of March 20th.. in 2014.. per my original due date of 6201960.. shortened by a doctor’s vacation that brings me to the light of born.. 2 weeks early on 6660.. my birthday of calendar day.. Only meaningful to me.. as the numbers do match up.. in synchronicities ways of doing stuff all life now.. as well or not so well.. It is what it is.. and the more purpose and meaning i find in life.. the broader my horizons in mindful awareness i for one.. grow.. so everyday is a feast day and celebration for me.. along with all the celebration photos that do come with this.. and more on that later.. as my 666th month of Light approaches on Sunday soon coming..
And oh the sixes do follow me from Nautilus shape of 6 in three college degrees.. in 1983.. where mother.. my sister.. and i all graduate from UWF the home of the Nautilus as humble building mascot.. in mansions more stately to come.. but in my case a never ending word mansion that never ceases to exist and expand for now.. and a rather disoriented young man lost in disconnection of mind and body balance.. a Nautilus machine invented by Arthur Jones then.. finally releasing some tension.. and paths forward to become stronger and eventUAlly balanCinG now.. so anyway.. for last two days.. i fall in a deep trance sleep from 5 to 6 o’clock pm.. and the song Pieces of Eight by Styx.. a song i play on Piano for years of youth.. haunts me then and becomes the truth of my light now as Life in 666 months of incredible dark days and light days.. all worth it.. as the gift of life in all its light and dark is just that.. a gift no more or no less than what it is now.. sometimes dark.. sometimes light.. but feeling anything is better than nothing and in the beginning God wants to feel..so God feels through us.. too.. as any parent does who Loves their children created from seed.. big bang or otherwise.. the point is now..:)
Hi Glenn.. thanks so much for dropping by with words of wisdom and encouragement that you always bRing to my little area of the Internet landscape here.. truth is the taste of wisdom that is the honey light of Sun in me.. as the birds and bees SinG free sonG.. of flying to no ends of earths below.. above.. and beyond.. just fly on ground or Air.. without restraint.. that lives in us when free is free.. poeTry iS uS..:)
Hello Shawna.. the human on- line in the flesh is always a welcome being to me.. and to me.. that is the pArt of the poeTry world online that is sadly missing most.. hmm.. a world of no faces.. is the twilight zone beyond imagination in the 60’s for sure.. the death of Bowling Alleys.. and other arenas of socializing flesh and blood in third places outside of home and church to meet new people in the flesh is certainly waning.. more and more as we speak.. and if it was not for Facebook.. the world might already be almost extinct in ways of at least 2-D flesh connections of face and family and friends as well.. So in terms of endearment and affection the photo of your sweet child and you in embrace is worth all the PoeTry in a UniVerse of Human.. but sure.. some folks are word folks over image folks.. but i will remember a face for a thousand years.. and never learn a name.. as long as the face never leaves.. and sure.. i have close to a photo- graphic memory.. so literally multi-hundreds-thousands of faces live with me.. for all the seemingly eons of life both in the flesh and vicarious in all the input that makes life real now.. and vicarious virtual too… Good wishes.. and smiles.. with human hugs.. my friend.. And hell yes.. amplified to the Big Bang degree.. the true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.. where Standard IQ fails most everYtiMe.. for the drop-ins of Genius.. like Einstein too.. and hmm.. if you turn 38 in precisely one week.. that gives you my mother’s birthday on December 10th.. hmm.. just hmm.. yeah.. i like the stars too.. that is one cool rug.. to quote the ‘Big Lewboski’ that astrology rug really holds the room together.. and glad to know.. i’m not the only one who uses a bedroom for wallpaper.. too..;)
Hi Shawna.. so nice to see you in this part of LA Lower Alabama.. Panhandle white beaches.. of Florida.. the Flowery Easter place of Spanish Conquerers close to Pensacola.. originally the Indian name for the Hair People.. and in my case it migrates to the rest of my body with yes.. Indian Lore and Love hehe.. where else can i go with all of this.. anywhere and that is the greaTesT thing about imagination it is no test at all.. just flowing letting it all go.. wherever the means is the ends are all the same as journey and endless paths every which way and loose baby.. with those core muscles set free and all pain and tension gone in a dance of life with sure ear buds.. as wife Katrina will not let the music go over 20 decibels or so of whispers in the dark.. bright lights not allowed either.. in a home full of peace and quiet Katrina style.. but sure the ear buds come in handy and rock and rolls me fine.. in mind of mine.. and body too.. yeah baby.. in balance Like a UniVerse on Fiery Center of Bliss.. see ya later.. Alabama Girl.. and no i haven’t watched a college game.. now in forever.. but the SeMinOle SEAsON iS sTill on tHe DvR..;)
Ha! I’ll probably get a glimpse of the game at the mall.. Yeah.. roll tidez..Ynot..;)
Smiles.. I’ll do it.. At least once..;)
Katie Mia says.. Natural lives.. Katrina never wears makeup either.. Skin can breathe better I guess..wink emoticon
Himali says.. Same here ! Beauty lies in simplicity smile emoticon
Katie Mia says.. Smiles.. Yes.. And Katrina says I take more time to get ready.. And true I am a slow bloomer.. But yes.. all natural here too.. As I will in honor of age wear grey hair.. As well..smile emoticon! Oh yeah.. And that shiny spot on the top of my head that connects me to Halo..wink emoticon And continuAlly I must add.. I will always now wear the sun free on all of my gifts from God..smile emoticon
Katrina and i get married on the River.. zero cost.. and just a handful of friends.. but it was real.. and still is.. after 26 years.. that’s what counts in marriage.. the long run of it.. smiles.. not a hugely expensive wedding.. and a marriage that is based on stuff instead of feelings.. that lasts a year or so.. i’ve seen that happen too many times.. marriage based on commercialism instead of real..smile emoticon
Smiles.. Himali.. yes.. if for Christmas always now the focus can be on food.. shelter.. family.. strangers as friends and neighbors instead of no ones.. the World will be on course as one tribe.. instead of splinters iN fLesh tHorns without Roses.. Love Comes First.. Love iS tHe X mixxing as Christmas.. ONeNow.. now Marks X.. wiLL Come Back..:) OBTW i wore my Grinch Shirt today.. and that iS fun too.. Dancing Grinch aLL over town..;)
WeLL.. all thIs is fun.. and tIMe to blogpostit now.. in “666 Months of LiGht”.. now that the wee hour of Midnight is coming soon.. for December 6th.. and after that more fun photos coming to finish it out.. and then copy and paste to my blogger blogs too.. faster with Slower Computers.. and Broad Band connectivity most definitely yes.. as dreams are imagination and imaGiNation iS dream as ReAL..:)
Oh.. the Grinch.. perhaps the best cartoon.. to get across the always now True message of Christmas.. Love.. Just Love.. before.. during and aftermas..;)
Hi.. my friend Soheir.. and it is indeed a bright.. cool.. And beautiful SUNday morning that is additionally my 666th month of birthday.. in the land of Flowers that is Florida.. yes.. that Birthday all humans who reach my age of 55 and a half years.. share.. perhaps i am the only one who celebrates this day.. but not many folks have a birthday connection of the Sixth day of the Sixth month of the Sixth decade to clue them in… haha.. with more smiles…
But indeed.. i am a pattern and visual thinker as well as number thinker over word thinker.. and again.. no verbal speech for me until after age 4.. so my method of viewing the world is in deed different than most.. and that is playing now in my unique expression of writing too.. that is uncommon.. at least for someone from my little backwards town on the river.. a place of Southern drawl.. with little eloquence of poetry in words..
However.. there are always exceptions.. and my Great Aunt Jettie.. her father.. my Great Grandfather.. a self taught and bar passed lawyer.. spoke in prose and sing song way.. a joy to listen to for hours as she relates stories of her days.. before complex culture and electronic entertainment.. where the only communication devices in a living room is couch and chairs..
So smiles.. welcome to my living room friend.. one from the future now.. where we don’t have flesh and blood humans.. but we have photographs from life.. and videos that express the culture passing.. and at hand as well..
To worship God is to find poetry.. dance.. and song in all of Nature.. and the flowers you bRinG to me.. mean a lot to me friend.. as to worship God’s creation in balance as simple Love.. or in poetry.. song.. and or dance.. in ways that all naturally come is a pitcher and glass jar of Violet.. White.. Red.. and Green Flowers that can last potentiAlly forever as long as human beings and servers live online…
A place where first-hand accounts of life as people see it and feel it.. come directly from mouth of spiRit HeArt and SoUl.. and stays that way relatively forever.. with no one tampering with original words..
So what if i tale you the Spirit of Archangel Gabriel.. Michael.. Rafael.. and Uriel and hmm.. and Lucifer.. are all speaking through my fingers write now..
Will you believe me.. sMiLes.. that’s okay you will not have to.. ’cause.. i am not a name person.. i am A HeArt.. SpiRit.. and SoUl.. person.. with no limits or expectations other than what God gives me.. i claim not to know or feel.. the full beings of either Angels or God.. in what one might metaphor as mind..
But of course God is much more than human mind alone… and infinite and likely beyond that .. in human terms.. as human terms are metaphors of reality and never the essence of reality alone..
But WE try my friend.. we move into a state of mind of trance not unlike Muhammad.. we take our solitary nows.. be it in a desert like Moses or Jesus.. a tree like Buddha.. or an unlimited number of other areas of solitude.. and this Beta to Theta wave mind of lucid dreaming in waking comes.. often early in the morning.. after dreams of sleep end and dreams of morning begin..
So true it is a happy morning.. and you are indeed a gift to me friend.. great and sAMe as any flower on earth.. And although i cannot see you.. touch you.. smell you.. taste you.. i heArt you friend.. with SpiRit of SoUl.. not Much different than Muhammad receives signs from what he names as Archangel Gabriel.. in the sands and stones of Cave then.. i have your metaphor of name SOHEIR in writing.. as that relates to your being now.. and can see that your last name is very much like my last name in spelling.. give or take a couple of letters.. now at this present time from the address bar of your website..
But none of those symbols matter.. i can feel your soUl.. spiRit.. and heaRt just through the sign now that is surely A picture of flowers you give me when you come here each time.. so perhaps God sends you to help me.. and there is no perhaps about that to me at all.. there is nothing random about life.. anymore than in a movie my friend.. With God as the director.. and producer and we as the willing actors or Not of God’s show that we either watch from a distance or participate in more directly and the best worship of God is to play with God willingLY submitting now as floweRinG actors of God’s Play.. So my friend we are in this movie of Life together.. and theRe is no place like home of God’s movie togethEr WitH LOVE NOW.. no matter distance or space.. there are no limits or expectations to eYes of God but now my friend in submission to what is.. and gratitude for the gift of what iS from GOD now.. So i will end with a Good Evening to you in Egypt.. but i will also always begin in the present of God that is the Gift of now.. as well.. a flower that always exists with no beginning or end my friend..
My plan was to publish last night before sleep but God sends me to bed to wait for the gift of flowers from you first and last my friend in time of now in God’s play of Love..:)
And now off to publish.. with more fun celebration photos coming from today’s Christmas Party at church.. later.. after that ends and begins..;)
Flower of God comes in many BEAUTIFUL forms my friend but the essence is alWays A FloWer my friend SOHEIR RIVER OF GOD MOVES ON NOW ALWAYS MOVING NEVER ending.. story NOW..:)
SMiLes.. most dogs already live in Heaven.. Often difficult for humans to see this as they are blinded by STUFF.. Only a heartless person.. would suggest dogs don’t go TO HEAVEN.. And highly unlikely those folks live theRe now.. Love is what counts.. all else is empty words… less or more.. Love is Heaven.. Love is God.. end and beginning of story.. God is a Dog’s smile.. NOW.. and sure.. more.. LOVE.. I’M NO Catholic but i go never miss a Sunday there as they never send dogs away from heaven.. NOW.. per Saint Francis of Assisi.. they still believe at least.. in the real magic of God’s Love Gifted to Humans and Dogs alike when practiced as such.. Dogs.. most often are holier than humans in ways of Love.. as of course.. WE at least.. know and FEEL.. IN FACT.. PER SCIENCE OF REAL WILD WOLVES.. THIS IS APPLICABLE TOO. Anyway.. off to Love with God and Dogs at Church.. Now.. Nice Niece Candy..;)
So.. anyWay.. it appears theRe’s more to come after Holy Christmas Party day.. at Catholic Church.. as more comes now.. and Church comes first as nows run out to publish for now.. so sure.. be back later tonight with those photos and who knows at least more words now in photos to publish then..;)
OKaay.. typical husband and wife selfie and the Church Christmas Party.. next please..
My Old Tennis Partner from high school.. and hey it almost looks like i have TENNIS SHORTS on as they were always white too.. yes Monsignor Mike from the Catholic Church… also a top of the top 10 class dude.. in the nerdy Beta Club too with me.. and yes.. i was number 11.. out of a class of 381.. hmm.. the number 11 and 6 have been following me around.. most of my life.. it seems..
And things are going to get more interesting up theRe.. per the next two Facebook profile photo status thingies.. wink emoticon…
And yes.. here’s proof that 6 and 11 follows me around everywhere i go.. even the grocery store..hehe.. and note the T-shirts of the last two photos.. that says “i TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU”.. STRAIGHT out of the movie “A Christmas Story”.. that seems like it’s been playing forever every Christmas Day as long as i can remember.. where theRe is dare to stick a tongue out on a frozen pole.. to see if the tongue stays attached.. hmm… keep that in mind.. for ‘the next photo’.. if you will…wink emoticon
Well.. i would say the Devil… Lucifer.. another Fallen Angel.. whomever.. triple dared me to do this.. but no.. like Abe says.. i cannot tale a lie.. a metaphor.. yes.. but black and white lie no.. so.. yes.. wife Katrina makes me stick my tongue out like this often.. and she says it makes her happy.. and what more can i say.. it is her call.. not mine.. of course.. i do whatever it is she likes me to do.. on command of course.. with Yes.. Dear.. whatever pleases you.. is what you will get..
Anyway.. life is fun.. life is briGht.. and life is liGht for those who live as Love.. and finAlly my “666 Months of LiGht” Blog post will be coming to a theater named Facebook.. before the midnight hour comes and changes into the 7th instead of 666 Months from my Birthdate on the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth decade of last Century.. and also my X-Catholic Priest.. Grandfather Leo’s 120th Birthday per.. December 6th 1895.. oh numbers.. patterns.. and synchronicities are favorites of mind.. and no.. i did not play in the Band named KISS.. but with that said.. here is a little KISS to go along with ‘this photo’.. per Triple Dog Dare ya.. with sMiLes.. again!…wink emoticon
And Trust me.. you have no idea how HARD IT WAS to put all those holes in that tree.. without getting my tongue stuck in them..