Cat Paws of Love
SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid..
never now a need to apologize
for not having time to respond
to all my
torrent of
words in flow
and cou
rage..
as well..
For me it is the inspiration
that counts.. and friends of
course.. i never expect
anyone to
float
in the boat
i do now.. as my
river’s path
is different
of course
than most..
or haha..
all perhaps..
SMiLes again..
as of course aLL our
journeys and paths
are ‘IEP Individual
Education Plans’
provided
by both
the God of
Nature iN iNnate
iNstinct and iNtuition..
and OMGx2.. a culture..
school.. and work.. spoon-fed
to us from almost now when oUr
eYes meet liGht in delivery room
of birth in culture.. now.. recently
i used the old Cherokee Indian
Chief’s Wisdom of feeding
the two wolfs of human
Fear and Hate..
opposed to
Love and Hope..
but surely even though
Love is All i Need.. challenge
of Cou
rage pArt
of Love iS a
necessary pArt
of Life for balance..
and the tale of
three cats
who live(d)
in my home..
Arthur.. the first..
20 years-old at death..
inside outside neighborhood
Noble Alpha cat.. never getting
injured in a fiGht.. with no being
he ever bowed down to in
life other than
free as he..
wITh wiLd
cAll of THE
God of Nature
wheRe he found his
own answers in life..
of course with the
partial assistance
of human made
culture.. now..
for a guaranteed
and subsidized meal..
when the hunting was low..
but the fact is he kept the
challenge of life for survival
and moved steadily from
fast to slow.. to
his last
day of
life.. when too
weak to meet
the challenge
wandering into
the woods.. to go
back to the dust of Nature
and yes.. as Karma goes
to feed the
birds
in his
last hurrah..
doing life his way..
Yellow Boy.. all feral..
on his last leg of difficulty
iN finding a meal..
down to
single
digit
LBS.. when
he came out of
the woods and cried
under our shed.. gaining
predictable subsistence..
and a new found
respect for
human
beings..
his friends
from the brick
caves who altruistically
provided a bowl of
life sustaining
tender
vittles
and Love of
Course.. as the
wiLd boy who only
knew the fight of life
and comfort in his own
arms and paws..
gained
the
comfort of
human warmth
to the belly of my
wife.. and lap..
that became
the mother’s
milk
of life
once again..
born to the paws
of Love before
the hunt
and
play
of life
takes
over..
Yellow Boy will never
lose the call of the Wild
and even after ‘the operation’
as muscular and power
flows from before..
THE EPIGENETIC
POTENTIAL OF CAT
WILD STAYS
IN PLACE..
same as human
when more fully
challenged
in the
cou
RAGE
of life..
And Moby the human
among the cats.. adopted
by us from down the street
neighbors at three years
old.. baby allergic.. cat
goes.. to us.. spoon-fed
from birth.. with only Love
as the requirement
of his ages..
job done
well on
Love..
but job
on couRAGe
not pArt of his
Human
culture
functionally
disabling instruction
of life.. can i blame him
now for his diabetes.. for
his crippling weakness and
arthritis in flesh and
bones of walk.. at
age 10.. nah..
the enemy
is also
Love
in his
case.. and this
same sitting comfort
in human’s case..
Love is like oxygen
to quote ‘that
band’ you get
too much.. you get
too high.. not
enough
and
ya
gonna
die.. in life
at least.. but
without
the
cou
Rage of
Life.. suffeRinG
iS and Misery iS the
eventual pitfall and
stumble to a shorter
life in weakness and pain..
As always a balance.. iS the
answer to life.. Finding the balance
iS a challenge of a lifetime for most
folks now.. but i for
one PROVE
IT’S POSSIBLE..
and what works for
me may not work at
all in terms of dance
and all arts for others…
that’s the complicated
pARt.. theRe
are no
same
answers
to the questions
of life.. The search
for balance..
iS
a
me Art
of NOW..
but sure.. we
at least share our
stories now of what
works.. and perhaps
helpful hints wiLL spark
the life of others
iN
Balance
as well..
Anyway.. our challenge
today.. my wife and i..
was finding a lid
to a plastic
container
at Target
that was low
enough where Moby
can climb over the edge
for a litter box.. with
continued
diminished
use of his legs
a complication
of both Diabetes
and Cat Arthritis..
and medicine
is no longer
meeting
the
challenge
alone.. now
Humans have
a choice to move
early to avoid this
premature fate
in Wheel
Chair carts
at Super-Walmart..
but sadly culture
says
sit
still boys
and girls
and do
not F
in Fidget
in your seats..
at work.. at school..
at home.. and now
stuck to screens
as a self-fulfilling
prophecy.. that
even i fall
to.. too
often
now..
that i must
balance even with
166.66 miles of
dance walking
a month..
as sitting
still is scientifically
proven now.. as bad
as smoking cigarettes
for degenerative
human
health..
So i came down
from the Mountain
and not only said
let’s dance in
Church
i actually
F
iN
show
Ed
’em
how
to do iT..
i make a bigger
impact on healing
in the real world..
as reading
me.. now..
can encourage
folks to sit more
and more and more..
but i must at least
leave a record
of what
i lEarn(ed)
as yes.. it is
possible to both
move.. and use
a smARt phone
but OMG
not in A
car! oN
FOOT iN
AN OPEN
FIELD OF LIfE..
OFF OF SIDEWALKS
OF HUMAN MADE HELL..
i can show ’em A way..
but i cannot
make
them
drink
from A
Chalice
iNArtFuLFlowNoW
oF Human Dance..
Holding Hands with
the God of Nature
and All others
once
again..
as a tribe
oF FREE DANCE..
And a Springboard from
that comment to here..
never now a need to apologize
for not having time to respond
to all my
torrent of
words in flow
and cou
rage..
as well..
For me it is the inspiration
that counts.. and friends of
course.. i never expect
anyone to
float
in the boat
i do now.. as my
river’s path
is different
of course
than most..
or haha..
all perhaps..
SMiLes again..
as of course aLL our
journeys and paths
are ‘IEP Individual
Education Plans’
provided
by both
the God of
Nature iN iNnate
iNstinct and iNtuition..
and OMGx2.. a culture..
school.. and work.. spoon-fed
to us from almost now when oUr
eYes meet liGht in delivery room
of birth in culture.. now.. recently
i used the old Cherokee Indian
Chief’s Wisdom of feeding
the two wolfs of human
Fear and Hate..
opposed to
Love and Hope..
but surely even though
Love is All i Need.. challenge
of Cou
rage pArt
of Love iS a
necessary pArt
of Life for balance..
and the tale of
three cats
who live(d)
in my home..
Arthur.. the first..
20 years-old at death..
inside outside neighborhood
Noble Alpha cat.. never getting
injured in a fiGht.. with no being
he ever bowed down to in
life other than
free as he..
wITh wiLd
cAll of THE
God of Nature
wheRe he found his
own answers in life..
of course with the
partial assistance
of human made
culture.. now..
for a guaranteed
and subsidized meal..
when the hunting was low..
but the fact is he kept the
challenge of life for survival
and moved steadily from
fast to slow.. to
his last
day of
life.. when too
weak to meet
the challenge
wandering into
the woods.. to go
back to the dust of Nature
and yes.. as Karma goes
to feed the
birds
in his
last hurrah..
doing life his way..
Yellow Boy.. all feral..
on his last leg of difficulty
iN finding a meal..
down to
single
digit
LBS.. when
he came out of
the woods and cried
under our shed.. gaining
predictable subsistence..
and a new found
respect for
human
beings..
his friends
from the brick
caves who altruistically
provided a bowl of
life sustaining
tender
vittles
and Love of
Course.. as the
wiLd boy who only
knew the fight of life
and comfort in his own
arms and paws..
gained
the
comfort of
human warmth
to the belly of my
wife.. and lap..
that became
the mother’s
milk
of life
once again..
born to the paws
of Love before
the hunt
and
play
of life
takes
over..
Yellow Boy will never
lose the call of the Wild
and even after ‘the operation’
as muscular and power
flows from before..
THE EPIGENETIC
POTENTIAL OF CAT
WILD STAYS
IN PLACE..
same as human
when more fully
challenged
in the
cou
RAGE
of life..
And Moby the human
among the cats.. adopted
by us from down the street
neighbors at three years
old.. baby allergic.. cat
goes.. to us.. spoon-fed
from birth.. with only Love
as the requirement
of his ages..
job done
well on
Love..
but job
on couRAGe
not pArt of his
Human
culture
functionally
disabling instruction
of life.. can i blame him
now for his diabetes.. for
his crippling weakness and
arthritis in flesh and
bones of walk.. at
age 10.. nah..
the enemy
is also
Love
in his
case.. and this
same sitting comfort
in human’s case..
Love is like oxygen
to quote ‘that
band’ you get
too much.. you get
too high.. not
enough
and
ya
gonna
die.. in life
at least.. but
without
the
cou
Rage of
Life.. suffeRinG
iS and Misery iS the
eventual pitfall and
stumble to a shorter
life in weakness and pain..
As always a balance.. iS the
answer to life.. Finding the balance
iS a challenge of a lifetime for most
folks now.. but i for
one PROVE
IT’S POSSIBLE..
and what works for
me may not work at
all in terms of dance
and all arts for others…
that’s the complicated
pARt.. theRe
are no
same
answers
to the questions
of life.. The search
for balance..
iS
a
me Art
of NOW..
but sure.. we
at least share our
stories now of what
works.. and perhaps
helpful hints wiLL spark
the life of others
iN
Balance
as well..
Anyway.. our challenge
today.. my wife and i..
was finding a lid
to a plastic
container
at Target
that was low
enough where Moby
can climb over the edge
for a litter box.. with
continued
diminished
use of his legs
a complication
of both Diabetes
and Cat Arthritis..
and medicine
is no longer
meeting
the
challenge
alone.. now
Humans have
a choice to move
early to avoid this
premature fate
in Wheel
Chair carts
at Super-Walmart..
but sadly culture
says
sit
still boys
and girls
and do
not F
in Fidget
in your seats..
at work.. at school..
at home.. and now
stuck to screens
as a self-fulfilling
prophecy.. that
even i fall
to.. too
often
now..
that i must
balance even with
166.66 miles of
dance walking
a month..
as sitting
still is scientifically
proven now.. as bad
as smoking cigarettes
for degenerative
human
health..
So i came down
from the Mountain
and not only said
let’s dance in
Church
i actually
F
iN
show
Ed
’em
how
to do iT..
i make a bigger
impact on healing
in the real world..
as reading
me.. now..
can encourage
folks to sit more
and more and more..
but i must at least
leave a record
of what
i lEarn(ed)
as yes.. it is
possible to both
move.. and use
a smARt phone
but OMG
not in A
car! oN
FOOT iN
AN OPEN
FIELD OF LIfE..
OFF OF SIDEWALKS
OF HUMAN MADE HELL..
i can show ’em A way..
but i cannot
make
them
drink
from A
Chalice
iNArtFuLFlowNoW
oF Human Dance..
Holding Hands with
the God of Nature
and All others
once
again..
as a tribe
oF FREE DANCE..
And a Springboard from
that comment to here..
SMiLes my FriEnd..
yes.. in the end
now and the
beginning
now.. iT
aLL comes
down now to
the Politics
of SEX..
Oh.. the balance.. oh
the culture.. oh the
FiN Insanity of
an originAlly
scores of thousands
of years.. foRager then
human being.. wHere
Sharing was the law
and selfishly
collecting
was forbidden..
and The Semen
of Life was sacred and
sharing sex was the
way to human
peace no less
than Bonobos
do today..
and nah..
not just my
roving opinion..
A Science studied
phenomenon in a
ground breaking
book study
named
‘Sex
AT Dawn’
free reading
for me at
the B and A
Bookstore now
yesterday.. only confirming
what i for one know and feel
as truth and liGht now.. both from
studying the Nature of Humans
and Bonobos in the wiLd..
now our closest primate
cousins.. and only one
who shares
the missionary
position of sex..
oral sex..
and
yes..
French Bonobo
tongue kissing as well..
and same sex female
genital rubbing and
males swording
their public parts..
and while some folks may
be saying disgusting.. bull
shit.. the only reason animals
lick the parts of others like
these bonobos..
is to feel the
other animals
pleasure
through mirror
neurons.. oxytocin
receptors.. and in general
the emotional contagion
of human
empathy/
sympathy
all imPaSsIONed..
for the hunting.. gatheRinG
and shaRinG of Life.. reducing
all agression.. violence.. warring..
while the ignorant psychopathic
leaning folks in Iran.. cover up
adulteresses to their head
for maximum
suffering
and misery
for torture
in stoning
to death..
these really smart
humans didn’t just
have single or only
double parent families..
they had up to double
digit and more fathers
where the Semen and
educational nourishment
of more than one father in
the ways of the forage of life..
was seen as a positive way of
sharing the Holy Semen as a
sacred sacrament of Life.. instead
of nasty disgusting.. humans now.. who use
it as a violent tool of defacement of women..
to share the dark.. of owning women and collecting
them as no more than cars with moving parts
to keep in garages..
or all covered
up in clothes..
with
owner
ship
papers..
But of course the real
insanity is huge populations
of humans in desolate areas
of the earth with few
natural resources
and harsh
weather
conditions..
not really
safe
for
human survival..
where tools.. become the
functional disability of life..
making humans softer..
softer..
weaker
until
a Life
of Moby
becomes
tHeir fate..
and to add greater
misery and suffering to
the torture.. they are spoon
fed shovels of mental stress..
in sitting still positions.. enduring
the tension and somatic pains
of degenerative
stress..
until
a slow
burn of
early death
is the final
fate
of
Life..
Anyway.. as i said
before.. there are no easy
answers.. and again as stated
over and over iN ‘this’ blog.. social
acceptance iS a vital instinct for
human survival in tribal
ways.. and
whatever insanity
to accommodate a
land of few resources
and harsh environmental
conditions.. is the spoon-fed
rule of life in cultures.. or religions
or whatever metal chalice that
holds the rules
of humans
for enough
insanity
in order
to at least
survive long enough
to reproduce folks
into the same
insane
cycle
of human
life again..
if i was born in another
country.. or not retired now
from disability and challenge
meeting that challenge and doing
all of this now.. my boat could still
be pain and suffering..
but i found a
river out
of the
dead
sea
and am
still traveling
upstream
in heaven
now.. NOW..
but yeah.. still
writing way too
much.. and sitting
still way too much..
and that is my problem
too.. a self-fulfilling sacrifice
as well.. in attempting to do
everything i can to help
other folks
out of
cultural
and religious
hells.. so sure
a price for Love..
a price of cou
Rage..
a price
for free
D O M
and the
ANSWER
AS ALWAYS
iS BALANCE..
SO.. now.. sand dance
with clouds and Sun iN Nature
for me.. to connect back out of
faux life to real life in
flesh
and blood
FredLand..:)
yes.. in the end
now and the
beginning
now.. iT
aLL comes
down now to
the Politics
of SEX..
Oh.. the balance.. oh
the culture.. oh the
FiN Insanity of
an originAlly
scores of thousands
of years.. foRager then
human being.. wHere
Sharing was the law
and selfishly
collecting
was forbidden..
and The Semen
of Life was sacred and
sharing sex was the
way to human
peace no less
than Bonobos
do today..
and nah..
not just my
roving opinion..
A Science studied
phenomenon in a
ground breaking
book study
named
‘Sex
AT Dawn’
free reading
for me at
the B and A
Bookstore now
yesterday.. only confirming
what i for one know and feel
as truth and liGht now.. both from
studying the Nature of Humans
and Bonobos in the wiLd..
now our closest primate
cousins.. and only one
who shares
the missionary
position of sex..
oral sex..
and
yes..
French Bonobo
tongue kissing as well..
and same sex female
genital rubbing and
males swording
their public parts..
and while some folks may
be saying disgusting.. bull
shit.. the only reason animals
lick the parts of others like
these bonobos..
is to feel the
other animals
pleasure
through mirror
neurons.. oxytocin
receptors.. and in general
the emotional contagion
of human
empathy/
sympathy
all imPaSsIONed..
for the hunting.. gatheRinG
and shaRinG of Life.. reducing
all agression.. violence.. warring..
while the ignorant psychopathic
leaning folks in Iran.. cover up
adulteresses to their head
for maximum
suffering
and misery
for torture
in stoning
to death..
these really smart
humans didn’t just
have single or only
double parent families..
they had up to double
digit and more fathers
where the Semen and
educational nourishment
of more than one father in
the ways of the forage of life..
was seen as a positive way of
sharing the Holy Semen as a
sacred sacrament of Life.. instead
of nasty disgusting.. humans now.. who use
it as a violent tool of defacement of women..
to share the dark.. of owning women and collecting
them as no more than cars with moving parts
to keep in garages..
or all covered
up in clothes..
with
owner
ship
papers..
But of course the real
insanity is huge populations
of humans in desolate areas
of the earth with few
natural resources
and harsh
weather
conditions..
not really
safe
for
human survival..
where tools.. become the
functional disability of life..
making humans softer..
softer..
weaker
until
a Life
of Moby
becomes
tHeir fate..
and to add greater
misery and suffering to
the torture.. they are spoon
fed shovels of mental stress..
in sitting still positions.. enduring
the tension and somatic pains
of degenerative
stress..
until
a slow
burn of
early death
is the final
fate
of
Life..
Anyway.. as i said
before.. there are no easy
answers.. and again as stated
over and over iN ‘this’ blog.. social
acceptance iS a vital instinct for
human survival in tribal
ways.. and
whatever insanity
to accommodate a
land of few resources
and harsh environmental
conditions.. is the spoon-fed
rule of life in cultures.. or religions
or whatever metal chalice that
holds the rules
of humans
for enough
insanity
in order
to at least
survive long enough
to reproduce folks
into the same
insane
cycle
of human
life again..
if i was born in another
country.. or not retired now
from disability and challenge
meeting that challenge and doing
all of this now.. my boat could still
be pain and suffering..
but i found a
river out
of the
dead
sea
and am
still traveling
upstream
in heaven
now.. NOW..
but yeah.. still
writing way too
much.. and sitting
still way too much..
and that is my problem
too.. a self-fulfilling sacrifice
as well.. in attempting to do
everything i can to help
other folks
out of
cultural
and religious
hells.. so sure
a price for Love..
a price of cou
Rage..
a price
for free
D O M
and the
ANSWER
AS ALWAYS
iS BALANCE..
SO.. now.. sand dance
with clouds and Sun iN Nature
for me.. to connect back out of
faux life to real life in
flesh
and blood
FredLand..:)
And yes PS.. then and now..
the Beatles ARE prophets
of the God of Nature..
Make
Love Not
War.. Peace
Baby and no
need to imagine
Heaven when it is
NOW.. just now..
in a warm
embrace
all naked
dancing around
a moonlit campfire
of niGht.. with other Human
Beings with the SPark of God
living from head to toe.. and
yes.. like.. LIKE one should much
more now.. for peace and
bliss from tip
of Penis
to the
Bottom
Floor of Vagina..
truly.. ULtiMateLy..
The truth and liGht
Feels Good.. God lives
in US.. and PleaSure
after
Cou
Rage
iS God’s
Way of Reward
and Balance..
and that’s
how we
show
God a
Good time
with ways of action
and consequence also
known as just doing
Good Karma
now..
Good
Karma equals
Pleasure after
struggle.. to show
God a bad time..
is the
way to
hell now..
there is NO
ESCAPING THE
GOD OF NATURE
EVER NEVER
NOW..
SinG a
Joyful SonG
of God in Blood
Sweat and Tears
in Smiles and Laughs
or go to
the other
place
away
from liGht
iN the
dArk
of eternal
hell now..
just
now
in REAL
LIFE NOW..
GOD IS REAL..
HEAVEN IS
REAL
AND HELL
IS REAL NOW..
and people do have
A GREAT DEAL! of relative
free WiLL to get TO
the liGht
place
with
a
little help
as alWays..
now from
FRIeNDS..:)
the Beatles ARE prophets
of the God of Nature..
Make
Love Not
War.. Peace
Baby and no
need to imagine
Heaven when it is
NOW.. just now..
in a warm
embrace
all naked
dancing around
a moonlit campfire
of niGht.. with other Human
Beings with the SPark of God
living from head to toe.. and
yes.. like.. LIKE one should much
more now.. for peace and
bliss from tip
of Penis
to the
Bottom
Floor of Vagina..
truly.. ULtiMateLy..
The truth and liGht
Feels Good.. God lives
in US.. and PleaSure
after
Cou
Rage
iS God’s
Way of Reward
and Balance..
and that’s
how we
show
God a
Good time
with ways of action
and consequence also
known as just doing
Good Karma
now..
Good
Karma equals
Pleasure after
struggle.. to show
God a bad time..
is the
way to
hell now..
there is NO
ESCAPING THE
GOD OF NATURE
EVER NEVER
NOW..
SinG a
Joyful SonG
of God in Blood
Sweat and Tears
in Smiles and Laughs
or go to
the other
place
away
from liGht
iN the
dArk
of eternal
hell now..
just
now
in REAL
LIFE NOW..
GOD IS REAL..
HEAVEN IS
REAL
AND HELL
IS REAL NOW..
and people do have
A GREAT DEAL! of relative
free WiLL to get TO
the liGht
place
with
a
little help
as alWays..
now from
FRIeNDS..:)
SMiLes.. my friend..
Challenge and Change
iS both the dArk
and spice of
life.. as
well as
liGht
and yes..
a little/lot of both
for me.. currently
too.. my friend
Gigoid.. but
trust
lives
Me..
Love..
as WeLLiT..:)
Challenge and Change
iS both the dArk
and spice of
life.. as
well as
liGht
and yes..
a little/lot of both
for me.. currently
too.. my friend
Gigoid.. but
trust
lives
Me..
Love..
as WeLLiT..:)
1969
i had a science teacher
aha.. her name
sounded
like Ms.
RaNew..
but hmm..
sure.. spelled
differently then..
i think now..
but she told
us a story
about
taking the TV
out in the Yard and
Shooting the F iN
thing as it was
ROTTING HER
WHOLE FAMILY’S
BRAIN.. hmm.. i saw
the family.. don’t think
they moved their body
that much.. but she did
comment to a boy i knew
named Roger that Roger
means sit up straight or
you will be bent
forever
little
boy..
hmm.. yeah..
she was eccentric..
and that’s why i remember
her.. as STRANGE GETS
NOTICED.. FOR FUN
OR SCAREY
TOO..
SO anyway
on the tale end
of the Beatles Song
up there.. with Ringo
and Paul Singing CosmicAlly
Conscious by inspiration
of Indian Guru and all
of that.. yes.. when
we dance and sing..
in trance like mind away
from problem solving.. the
Truth and liGht of mind
and body balance
as part
of our
genetic
shared memory
with all of creation
since the point of whatever
is that still ends and begins
with now.. iS a REAL DEAL
OF RELATIVE FREE WILL
TOO.. that science is
stArting to shed
some liGht
on too..
but i ain’t
got time for
the slow.. clunky..
step one step
this and
that
worm
process of Science
Art iS FULL SPEED AHEAD
OF ME.. AND MAGIC IS REAL
WHEN YA KNOW AND FEEL
MORE ABOUT GOD
THAN CHURCH
AND
SCIENCE
ALONE.. at least
what it has to offer
for now.. overall.. although
many helpful hints along the
IEP.. way of course
for now..
and the way
now takes me
to dVerse to respond
to a few poems.. for
Monday Haibun with
Fredbun special
micropoetic
expressions
from me as
usual..
and then escape
finAlly out into the
GREAT OUTDOORS
OF GOD’S COUNTRY…
AS WALLS OF SCREENS
AND CONCRETE.. CAN
BE SO DAM
CONFINING
WITHIN
THE REALM
OF WAY LESS
THAN
RENEW
POTENTIAL..
but back to the
beginning of the
story this scream
of computer will
F
iN
Rot my
Body if
i do not
MOVE BABY
MOVE AWAY
FROM iT SOOn
and frigGinG MORE
IN THE FUTURE NOW..:)
aha.. her name
sounded
like Ms.
RaNew..
but hmm..
sure.. spelled
differently then..
i think now..
but she told
us a story
about
taking the TV
out in the Yard and
Shooting the F iN
thing as it was
ROTTING HER
WHOLE FAMILY’S
BRAIN.. hmm.. i saw
the family.. don’t think
they moved their body
that much.. but she did
comment to a boy i knew
named Roger that Roger
means sit up straight or
you will be bent
forever
little
boy..
hmm.. yeah..
she was eccentric..
and that’s why i remember
her.. as STRANGE GETS
NOTICED.. FOR FUN
OR SCAREY
TOO..
SO anyway
on the tale end
of the Beatles Song
up there.. with Ringo
and Paul Singing CosmicAlly
Conscious by inspiration
of Indian Guru and all
of that.. yes.. when
we dance and sing..
in trance like mind away
from problem solving.. the
Truth and liGht of mind
and body balance
as part
of our
genetic
shared memory
with all of creation
since the point of whatever
is that still ends and begins
with now.. iS a REAL DEAL
OF RELATIVE FREE WILL
TOO.. that science is
stArting to shed
some liGht
on too..
but i ain’t
got time for
the slow.. clunky..
step one step
this and
that
worm
process of Science
Art iS FULL SPEED AHEAD
OF ME.. AND MAGIC IS REAL
WHEN YA KNOW AND FEEL
MORE ABOUT GOD
THAN CHURCH
AND
SCIENCE
ALONE.. at least
what it has to offer
for now.. overall.. although
many helpful hints along the
IEP.. way of course
for now..
and the way
now takes me
to dVerse to respond
to a few poems.. for
Monday Haibun with
Fredbun special
micropoetic
expressions
from me as
usual..
and then escape
finAlly out into the
GREAT OUTDOORS
OF GOD’S COUNTRY…
AS WALLS OF SCREENS
AND CONCRETE.. CAN
BE SO DAM
CONFINING
WITHIN
THE REALM
OF WAY LESS
THAN
RENEW
POTENTIAL..
but back to the
beginning of the
story this scream
of computer will
F
iN
Rot my
Body if
i do not
MOVE BABY
MOVE AWAY
FROM iT SOOn
and frigGinG MORE
IN THE FUTURE NOW..:)
SO LET THAT BE WRITTEN
SO LET THAT BE DONE..
IN FACT I’M GOING
OUTSIDE
NOW
COSMICALLY
CONSCIOUS
BEFORE
I LOWER
MY
CONSCIOUSNESS
DOWN TO COMING
BACK HERE
AGAIN..
AND
ATTEMPT
TO RAISE IT
AGAIN.. iN approximation
of these metaphors named
human symbols
of reality
named
words..:)
SO LET THAT BE DONE..
IN FACT I’M GOING
OUTSIDE
NOW
COSMICALLY
CONSCIOUS
BEFORE
I LOWER
MY
CONSCIOUSNESS
DOWN TO COMING
BACK HERE
AGAIN..
AND
ATTEMPT
TO RAISE IT
AGAIN.. iN approximation
of these metaphors named
human symbols
of reality
named
words..:)
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Side note stARts..
Yeah.. i went on to
dVerse now..
couldn’t
pass this
concrete
thought
iN form
oF FloWer..
side note ends..
Yeah.. i went on to
dVerse now..
couldn’t
pass this
concrete
thought
iN form
oF FloWer..
side note ends..
Concrete form humans
meadow violet floWers
Dividing Nature
and tools..
where
fools
tread iN
concrete from
Violet Nature deliGht..
meadow violet floWers
Dividing Nature
and tools..
where
fools
tread iN
concrete from
Violet Nature deliGht..
Flower soft
truth
Concrete dead
truth
Concrete dead
side note again..
now outside
away from
dead
for me..:)
now outside
away from
dead
for me..:)
Back at
2012016
2:18 pm..:)
2012016
2:18 pm..:)
A skip over
to Facebook
Friend.. Suzanne’s
Link.. for now..
to Facebook
Friend.. Suzanne’s
Link.. for now..
Superman/Batman..
Nowborn Superman
Nature Free Streams
FloWinG under
Angst.. now..
Batman
bridges
born
riches..
gaining
best tools
weapons
maKinG
Laws
Orders
concrete now..
oh.. so.. predictable..
safe.. Yes.. oRder now
DArk.. Freedom LiGht..
Cape FreeDom..
mAsk
Order..
BAtman
dArk pArt..
employ
tools..
B out..
Atman Truth liGht..
dArk Balance Order
Truth too.. Batman
Science.. Superman
hEArts Freedom Now…
Nowborn Superman
Nature Free Streams
FloWinG under
Angst.. now..
Batman
bridges
born
riches..
gaining
best tools
weapons
maKinG
Laws
Orders
concrete now..
oh.. so.. predictable..
safe.. Yes.. oRder now
DArk.. Freedom LiGht..
Cape FreeDom..
mAsk
Order..
BAtman
dArk pArt..
employ
tools..
B out..
Atman Truth liGht..
dArk Balance Order
Truth too.. Batman
Science.. Superman
hEArts Freedom Now…
Atman Balance
he ArTs..
Superman way..:)
he ArTs..
Superman way..:)
now back to
Sequential order..
Sequential order..
Bridge.. concrete passage
way over living stream..
paths infinite..
bridge one..
Stream
flows..
Bridge
sTiLL
way over living stream..
paths infinite..
bridge one..
Stream
flows..
Bridge
sTiLL
Single file
human
Bridge now..:)
human
Bridge now..:)
*
Center stage
work plays
Love down..
under tunnels
tear drop windows
buses move on without Love..
Center stage
work plays
Love down..
under tunnels
tear drop windows
buses move on without Love..
Hope moving
Buses
Moving Love..:)
Buses
Moving Love..:)
*
Harried Lives.. sLow
cook.. of stress iN
hell.. Train
Windows
reflecting
Faces.. inner
Brain.. UniVerse
uS deeper reflecting…
Harried Lives.. sLow
cook.. of stress iN
hell.. Train
Windows
reflecting
Faces.. inner
Brain.. UniVerse
uS deeper reflecting…
Train tracks
now
deeper ThInk..:)
now
deeper ThInk..:)
*
Streams now
Bridge past
concrete memories
stay same.. now
pasSinG.. now
Streams..
pass now..
same stay
memories
concrete
past bridge
now Streams..
Streams now
Bridge past
concrete memories
stay same.. now
pasSinG.. now
Streams..
pass now..
same stay
memories
concrete
past bridge
now Streams..
No Escape
Now
Screams..:)
Now
Screams..:)
Males.. sTill often preconceived
predators.. when they are
just in man mode..
So true..
how cultures
since the Agriculture
age have made
this fiction
reality
change and
balance back
to egalitarianism
where chosen
froZen..
ones’
become
allnoW free..
coMing stronGer..
predators.. when they are
just in man mode..
So true..
how cultures
since the Agriculture
age have made
this fiction
reality
change and
balance back
to egalitarianism
where chosen
froZen..
ones’
become
allnoW free..
coMing stronGer..
theaTer
naMed aLL
Earth..:)
naMed aLL
Earth..:)
Exquisite RAnDom beaUty
MeadoWed WiLd FloWers
SinG SonG.. VioLet.. noW
LiFe.. aLways chanGinG
never set onconcrete
wAll.. floWers… Now
MeadoWed WiLd FloWers
SinG SonG.. VioLet.. noW
LiFe.. aLways chanGinG
never set onconcrete
wAll.. floWers… Now
TaPestry
ALL
NAture…:)
ALL
NAture…:)
SonG oF JFK.. then..
lOnely Mother.. ’63..
two children.. Yes..
Valor glory way..
lOnely stone
cut bridge
life streams
on.. SonG
oF mY
mother..
then too..
lonEly
woman..
father worship
by three year
old boy..
one sister..
Doesn’t
matter..
Mother
won’t
work..
Father.. No..
wants Money..
leaves early..
Son lEarns..
never care
about
money..
Father
dies..
some
money and
little heARt
then.. at 81..
Son Lives
wITh Tons
More..
reGains
hEart..
lesSon
lEarned…
lOnely Mother.. ’63..
two children.. Yes..
Valor glory way..
lOnely stone
cut bridge
life streams
on.. SonG
oF mY
mother..
then too..
lonEly
woman..
father worship
by three year
old boy..
one sister..
Doesn’t
matter..
Mother
won’t
work..
Father.. No..
wants Money..
leaves early..
Son lEarns..
never care
about
money..
Father
dies..
some
money and
little heARt
then.. at 81..
Son Lives
wITh Tons
More..
reGains
hEart..
lesSon
lEarned…
Hi.. Daddy..
meeK
InHeRiT aLL..;)
meeK
InHeRiT aLL..;)
SPend heARt..
save
MoNey..;)
save
MoNey..;)
lesSon multiPLies
iNow
HeARt/MOney..;)
iNow
HeARt/MOney..;)
NoW
True
StorY…;)
True
StorY…;)
Thanks Daddy..
smALL
iNheRiT
aLL nOW
HEaRT
LESsON..:)
smALL
iNheRiT
aLL nOW
HEaRT
LESsON..:)
All Caught up
to nine total..
slow day at dVerse..
workout comes.. food..
and my new
show
Lucifer
after that..
and back
to here..
yeah..
the
other
place..
then..;)
to nine total..
slow day at dVerse..
workout comes.. food..
and my new
show
Lucifer
after that..
and back
to here..
yeah..
the
other
place..
then..;)
5:07 pm…
oH BoY.. now..
SPrinG fever
coming soon..
still dayliGht
and creativity
does grow
wITh liGht
of ME..:)
oH BoY.. now..
SPrinG fever
coming soon..
still dayliGht
and creativity
does grow
wITh liGht
of ME..:)
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BB-8.. is a rather strange..
Droid.. as he or she or
whatever BB-8 is..
seems to express
complex emotions..
quite a change from
the rather predictable
R2D2.. of 1977..
fast forward..
some 38 years
and Evolution
Orange is upon us..
iN sacred balance..
of the middle chakra..
per food and sex..
and feeling a
wide range
of emotions..
but i must say
i am a lot blue
today too..
and enough
of that hear..
more about it
on my blog
‘later’..
sadly
already
enough….
Rewind.. somewhere
around the Winter of 2006..
i never could have a cat inside
as my allergies.. so severe to cats
closed up my sinuses and throat
to the point i could not breathe..
i suppose the first time i lost
my ability to Love.. was
when my Dog Charlie
my only friend
in middle
school.. outside
of family.. passing
by the Tennis Court
in school bus.. saw him
on the side of the road..
beyond my ability
to take
one
more hurt
in heart.. as almost
everyone told me i did
not deserve to exist then..
except for him outside of family..
no more dogs for me.. it hurt too much..
and so wanted to love and be loved
in return by a girl friend.. one comes
at 18.. leaves.. at 19 on a dance
floor while the EW and F song
‘After the Love is Gone’..
is playing..
and she
says sorry
i don’t love
you anymore..
crushed again..
but the dog i Love
is still alive.. and there
is nothing still I can do
to bring her back..
alive
or not..
i suppose it
is part of the
Autism Thingy..
emotions so strong
and nuanced and complicated
that ya just have to find a way
to shut them off.. not understanding
that shutting them off.. is the worst
thing a person can do.. and
writing is such a blessing
now to process grief..
when my Father
died in
2014.. and
a month later
our 20 year
old cat
Arthur..
and i borrowed
this song from friend
Shawna.. a few weeks ago
petting my cat Moby..
coming to the reality
that we probably only
had a few weeks left
with him.. as
he was progressively
getting weaker and
weaker from
Diabetes..
to the
point today..
after returning from
working out.. where
Wife Katrina tells me
he no longer can
control his bladder
and can barely lift him
self up off
the floor..
still managing
to Love and purr..
through all his weakness
and pain.. with no complaints
really to tale us of how bad
he feels throughout his
body.. anyway.. we
would love to
hold on to
him longer..
but with animals
modern medicine is
kind.. there is not a requirement
for severe suffering as animals
can naturally go.. easy
into the peace
of night..
only knowing
living.. never suffering
too much.. and never
truly knowing the
reality of
death either..
other than
escape from
misery and suffering..
so yes.. we said our
goodbyes tonight..
and tomorrow
will be the last
goodbye.. too..
and i suppose
this song will
be our song..
and whenever
i need to cry for the
grief i will be able to
play it to bring the tears
again.. tears for Love
is never having
to say we
are sorry..
and the first day
i saw Moby looking at me
through our neighbor’s window
i said to myself.. what a furry grey
Lovable Looking cat.. and later i saw
him in a bright red Winter Sweater outside..
and said man i wish so much i could have
a cat like him inside to love all the time if
only my allergies would go away..
well when God took my emotions
away.. God took my allergies
away to cats as well..
so one day
Moby arrived
on our porch..
back in late 2008
around three years
old then.. he with no
front claws had been
kicked out of home
’cause a new baby
was allergic
to him.. then..
he found refuge
at our home..
and the
neighbors
allowed us
to adopt him..
and he and Arthur
became inside cats..
with Moby only inside..
just Loving me all he could
and me finally being able
to feel that Love
some years
later returning it..
when we had to
put another beloved cat..
Sunny Boy down.. the son
of Yellow Boy injured by another
cat around the block.. finding out
he had Kitty Aids at the Vet..
such a hard decision that
was in April of 2013..
but finally a tear..
that made me
feel stronger
inside than
five years
to that point..
finally a tear
that led to my
recovery.. along with
poetry writing.. and eventually
dance.. to bring emotions all
back and stronger than
ever before..
Now Love is
mine to give.. and i have
enough to give to many
more cats in my
life and humans
too..
come
what
may..
Yeah.. and anyone
who says that God doesn’t
exist.. has never met God
like i have… as today when
we were going to have our
last full day with
Moby.. those
neighbors
passed us
twice in Target..
speaking to us..
in our last ditch
effort to find a litter
box as plastic lid from a
storage container that
Moby might
be able
to lift himself
into.. we didn’t have
the heart to tale them
what was happening to
their beloved
cat from
before..
perhaps we
should have
given them
one more
chance
to see him..
but perhaps
that was God
just telling
me God has
God’s hand
on my
shoulder
letting me
know God
is still here
for me.. to hold
my hand.. come
what
may
still
forever
now.. NOW..
anyway i WiLL
change my life for
the even better iN
memory of Moby.. like
all other darkness has
brought victory of liGht
to me.. with 100% faith..
hope and belief iN
God even in
the dArkest
hell when
i could
feel none
of God
then…
Yes.. God does
work in mysterious
ways for those who
truly wanna
find
’em..
it’s
a choice
of relative
free will WITH GOD
BEYOND ALLIMAGINATION
OF SCIENCE.. AS SCIENCE
HAS
ZERO
IMAGINATION..
AND HUMANS
ARE TRULY
MAGIC
FULLY
EMPLOYED
BY GOD..
NO MATTER
WHAT ThEir MISSION
iS iN THIs LIFE.. AND FOR
ME IF i HAD TO i WOULD BE
THE
DEVIL
FOR GOD..
THAT’S FAITH…
AND YES.. PER
THE NEW SHOW
LUCIFER..
THE REAL
METAPHOR
FOR THE
DEVIL..
iS ONE
WHO EVENLY
DISTRIBUTES
KARMA.. NOW
IN HELPING
GOD
SET
THE RECORD
STRAIGHT..
BUT IN
MOST
HUMANS
THE REAL DEVIL IS FEAR..
oF LIVNG FREELY NOW..:)
Droid.. as he or she or
whatever BB-8 is..
seems to express
complex emotions..
quite a change from
the rather predictable
R2D2.. of 1977..
fast forward..
some 38 years
and Evolution
Orange is upon us..
iN sacred balance..
of the middle chakra..
per food and sex..
and feeling a
wide range
of emotions..
but i must say
i am a lot blue
today too..
and enough
of that hear..
more about it
on my blog
‘later’..
sadly
already
enough….
Rewind.. somewhere
around the Winter of 2006..
i never could have a cat inside
as my allergies.. so severe to cats
closed up my sinuses and throat
to the point i could not breathe..
i suppose the first time i lost
my ability to Love.. was
when my Dog Charlie
my only friend
in middle
school.. outside
of family.. passing
by the Tennis Court
in school bus.. saw him
on the side of the road..
beyond my ability
to take
one
more hurt
in heart.. as almost
everyone told me i did
not deserve to exist then..
except for him outside of family..
no more dogs for me.. it hurt too much..
and so wanted to love and be loved
in return by a girl friend.. one comes
at 18.. leaves.. at 19 on a dance
floor while the EW and F song
‘After the Love is Gone’..
is playing..
and she
says sorry
i don’t love
you anymore..
crushed again..
but the dog i Love
is still alive.. and there
is nothing still I can do
to bring her back..
alive
or not..
i suppose it
is part of the
Autism Thingy..
emotions so strong
and nuanced and complicated
that ya just have to find a way
to shut them off.. not understanding
that shutting them off.. is the worst
thing a person can do.. and
writing is such a blessing
now to process grief..
when my Father
died in
2014.. and
a month later
our 20 year
old cat
Arthur..
and i borrowed
this song from friend
Shawna.. a few weeks ago
petting my cat Moby..
coming to the reality
that we probably only
had a few weeks left
with him.. as
he was progressively
getting weaker and
weaker from
Diabetes..
to the
point today..
after returning from
working out.. where
Wife Katrina tells me
he no longer can
control his bladder
and can barely lift him
self up off
the floor..
still managing
to Love and purr..
through all his weakness
and pain.. with no complaints
really to tale us of how bad
he feels throughout his
body.. anyway.. we
would love to
hold on to
him longer..
but with animals
modern medicine is
kind.. there is not a requirement
for severe suffering as animals
can naturally go.. easy
into the peace
of night..
only knowing
living.. never suffering
too much.. and never
truly knowing the
reality of
death either..
other than
escape from
misery and suffering..
so yes.. we said our
goodbyes tonight..
and tomorrow
will be the last
goodbye.. too..
and i suppose
this song will
be our song..
and whenever
i need to cry for the
grief i will be able to
play it to bring the tears
again.. tears for Love
is never having
to say we
are sorry..
and the first day
i saw Moby looking at me
through our neighbor’s window
i said to myself.. what a furry grey
Lovable Looking cat.. and later i saw
him in a bright red Winter Sweater outside..
and said man i wish so much i could have
a cat like him inside to love all the time if
only my allergies would go away..
well when God took my emotions
away.. God took my allergies
away to cats as well..
so one day
Moby arrived
on our porch..
back in late 2008
around three years
old then.. he with no
front claws had been
kicked out of home
’cause a new baby
was allergic
to him.. then..
he found refuge
at our home..
and the
neighbors
allowed us
to adopt him..
and he and Arthur
became inside cats..
with Moby only inside..
just Loving me all he could
and me finally being able
to feel that Love
some years
later returning it..
when we had to
put another beloved cat..
Sunny Boy down.. the son
of Yellow Boy injured by another
cat around the block.. finding out
he had Kitty Aids at the Vet..
such a hard decision that
was in April of 2013..
but finally a tear..
that made me
feel stronger
inside than
five years
to that point..
finally a tear
that led to my
recovery.. along with
poetry writing.. and eventually
dance.. to bring emotions all
back and stronger than
ever before..
Now Love is
mine to give.. and i have
enough to give to many
more cats in my
life and humans
too..
come
what
may..
Yeah.. and anyone
who says that God doesn’t
exist.. has never met God
like i have… as today when
we were going to have our
last full day with
Moby.. those
neighbors
passed us
twice in Target..
speaking to us..
in our last ditch
effort to find a litter
box as plastic lid from a
storage container that
Moby might
be able
to lift himself
into.. we didn’t have
the heart to tale them
what was happening to
their beloved
cat from
before..
perhaps we
should have
given them
one more
chance
to see him..
but perhaps
that was God
just telling
me God has
God’s hand
on my
shoulder
letting me
know God
is still here
for me.. to hold
my hand.. come
what
may
still
forever
now.. NOW..
anyway i WiLL
change my life for
the even better iN
memory of Moby.. like
all other darkness has
brought victory of liGht
to me.. with 100% faith..
hope and belief iN
God even in
the dArkest
hell when
i could
feel none
of God
then…
Yes.. God does
work in mysterious
ways for those who
truly wanna
find
’em..
it’s
a choice
of relative
free will WITH GOD
BEYOND ALLIMAGINATION
OF SCIENCE.. AS SCIENCE
HAS
ZERO
IMAGINATION..
AND HUMANS
ARE TRULY
MAGIC
FULLY
EMPLOYED
BY GOD..
NO MATTER
WHAT ThEir MISSION
iS iN THIs LIFE.. AND FOR
ME IF i HAD TO i WOULD BE
THE
DEVIL
FOR GOD..
THAT’S FAITH…
AND YES.. PER
THE NEW SHOW
LUCIFER..
THE REAL
METAPHOR
FOR THE
DEVIL..
iS ONE
WHO EVENLY
DISTRIBUTES
KARMA.. NOW
IN HELPING
GOD
SET
THE RECORD
STRAIGHT..
BUT IN
MOST
HUMANS
THE REAL DEVIL IS FEAR..
oF LIVNG FREELY NOW..:)
3903
Quick visit
to Shawna’s
place.. and
then some
sleep…
to Shawna’s
place.. and
then some
sleep…
OMG..
you
ARE
sTill
here..
a record
and i’m
sad..
have to
take Moby
to his last
visit at the
vet tomorrow
so say a prayer..
my friend..
for cats
in
heaven..:)
you
ARE
sTill
here..
a record
and i’m
sad..
have to
take Moby
to his last
visit at the
vet tomorrow
so say a prayer..
my friend..
for cats
in
heaven..:)
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Well.. most every visit
to the vet is a trauma for
Moby.. terrified he was to
visit a vet.. and the feral animal
in him.. came out in a defiant display
of cat power.. with growls as deep
as most small Lions..
but today.. he was
calm for his last visit
and Loving to the end..
and Love is the gift of some
cats like Moby.. that gives from
beginning to
last
breath
of God’s
gift of cat..
and sure i did my
crying and so did Katrina..
and now i have something to
do with my emotions instead of
repressing them all bottled inside..
i can dance.. i can listen to the sad
songs that remind me of Moby
and cry tears for the
beauty of his love
i miss.. and
then i can
reflect better
on cats of the past
who i loved so much too..
and my dog Charlie.. and
increase the size of my heArt
even greater to hug my wife
and other folks too..
and speaking of
cats and
Growing
Grinch
sized heARts
into ten or more sizes
bigger than before..
for my own
reference
and Love
my first couple
of posts associated
with Sunny Boy as i was
trying so hard to come out
of emotional numbness iN liFe..
then a story about Oreo.. the
6LB cat that attacked Sunny
Boy that led to his demise
and my first tear
in five years
and the
rebirth
of my heARt
SpiRit and SoUl
so alive eventually
in July of 2013..
where really
even though
so much suffering
came from that fight
including true death
of a beloved cat..
the savior of
a sOul
can
originate
in the silver
lining of dArk
acts of
Nature
as well..
so sure.. the
world is black and
white.. and grey
but the
colors
briGhtest
of Life can arise
from the dArkest
bLack of Life
where
daRk
is
an
ARk
to liGht..
with additional posts
coming in memorial
of my father
and cat
Arthur
that
Summer
of 2014..
and
now
‘Paws
of Love’
to close this post
out now.. in Memorial
of Beloved Moby..
a cat who also
helped
me hang
in there for
five years
with the
suicide
disease..
type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia.. and there
are the celebrations of life
that still exist.. ranging from
my Sister’s Biopsy that came
out okay yesterday.. to selling
my father’s estate last week
and finally having the
opportunity
to become
more
debt
free..
in paper
work ways..
and what a gift
writing is to be able
to memorialize all
the emotions..
losses..
and gains
of life.. but
to be able to
fully experience
emotions ranging
from dArk to liGht
and expresSinG them period
iS the elixir of life that
keeps us moving
free and
powerful
as God’s
trUly
liGht
creatures
as humans can be..
Where the Sun of uS
are our rAys of Love that
reach out as far as imagination
and creativity will take them.. and
also enhanced by the robots.. and
scientists of life.. from Gates.. to Jobs
to my iphone6s.. that is even powerful
enough to
open
up
my brain
and hEart..
forever.. relatively..
in human terms of
servers online and
phones strong
enough
and
patient
enough
to hEar me..
sMiLes.. i wouldn’t
wanna be anything but
human.. and a Kat too..:)
And for memories (lInked)
sake.. memories now from
the past.. and a particularly
human one.. named
Autistic
Love
Letters..
that truly
led to my
awakening
as a human being
with several mystical
posts coming after that..
where human archetypes
ranging from numbers to
soUl came to liGht after..
then.. and
what has
eventually
led to
ALL
of
this..
NOW..:)
to the vet is a trauma for
Moby.. terrified he was to
visit a vet.. and the feral animal
in him.. came out in a defiant display
of cat power.. with growls as deep
as most small Lions..
but today.. he was
calm for his last visit
and Loving to the end..
and Love is the gift of some
cats like Moby.. that gives from
beginning to
last
breath
of God’s
gift of cat..
and sure i did my
crying and so did Katrina..
and now i have something to
do with my emotions instead of
repressing them all bottled inside..
i can dance.. i can listen to the sad
songs that remind me of Moby
and cry tears for the
beauty of his love
i miss.. and
then i can
reflect better
on cats of the past
who i loved so much too..
and my dog Charlie.. and
increase the size of my heArt
even greater to hug my wife
and other folks too..
and speaking of
cats and
Growing
Grinch
sized heARts
into ten or more sizes
bigger than before..
for my own
reference
and Love
my first couple
of posts associated
with Sunny Boy as i was
trying so hard to come out
of emotional numbness iN liFe..
then a story about Oreo.. the
6LB cat that attacked Sunny
Boy that led to his demise
and my first tear
in five years
and the
rebirth
of my heARt
SpiRit and SoUl
so alive eventually
in July of 2013..
where really
even though
so much suffering
came from that fight
including true death
of a beloved cat..
the savior of
a sOul
can
originate
in the silver
lining of dArk
acts of
Nature
as well..
so sure.. the
world is black and
white.. and grey
but the
colors
briGhtest
of Life can arise
from the dArkest
bLack of Life
where
daRk
is
an
ARk
to liGht..
with additional posts
coming in memorial
of my father
and cat
Arthur
that
Summer
of 2014..
and
now
‘Paws
of Love’
to close this post
out now.. in Memorial
of Beloved Moby..
a cat who also
helped
me hang
in there for
five years
with the
suicide
disease..
type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia.. and there
are the celebrations of life
that still exist.. ranging from
my Sister’s Biopsy that came
out okay yesterday.. to selling
my father’s estate last week
and finally having the
opportunity
to become
more
debt
free..
in paper
work ways..
and what a gift
writing is to be able
to memorialize all
the emotions..
losses..
and gains
of life.. but
to be able to
fully experience
emotions ranging
from dArk to liGht
and expresSinG them period
iS the elixir of life that
keeps us moving
free and
powerful
as God’s
trUly
liGht
creatures
as humans can be..
Where the Sun of uS
are our rAys of Love that
reach out as far as imagination
and creativity will take them.. and
also enhanced by the robots.. and
scientists of life.. from Gates.. to Jobs
to my iphone6s.. that is even powerful
enough to
open
up
my brain
and hEart..
forever.. relatively..
in human terms of
servers online and
phones strong
enough
and
patient
enough
to hEar me..
sMiLes.. i wouldn’t
wanna be anything but
human.. and a Kat too..:)
And for memories (lInked)
sake.. memories now from
the past.. and a particularly
human one.. named
Autistic
Love
Letters..
that truly
led to my
awakening
as a human being
with several mystical
posts coming after that..
where human archetypes
ranging from numbers to
soUl came to liGht after..
then.. and
what has
eventually
led to
ALL
of
this..
NOW..:)
And no.. i didn’t
write 10K to 40K or even
50K posts then like
my first free verse
poetry
Novel
linked
here weighing
in at 41,133
words for
main post
with around
10K or
so more
words
in comments
section to make
over 50K words
in this one..
write 10K to 40K or even
50K posts then like
my first free verse
poetry
Novel
linked
here weighing
in at 41,133
words for
main post
with around
10K or
so more
words
in comments
section to make
over 50K words
in this one..
but i did a 6K or so word
post named
Revelation
66.. that
Brian Miler
Called the Mother
of all Blog posts..
post named
Revelation
66.. that
Brian Miler
Called the Mother
of all Blog posts..
and that
Mother
had many
giant children
eventually
hehe..
like
Jack
in the
Bean
Stalk
BrinGinG
them down
from the clouds…
Mother
had many
giant children
eventually
hehe..
like
Jack
in the
Bean
Stalk
BrinGinG
them down
from the clouds…
Anyway.. the point is..
(:..PERHAPS NOVEL..
IF i DON’T PUT
THE BRAKES
ON SOON..;)
the human heARt iS
a muscle of imagination..
creativity.. and most of ALL
feeLinG.. when expresSinG
that fEElinG as SpiRit in writinG..
dancinG and
even martial
arts And more
ARTS! to SHAKE!
IT ALL OFF!
in a miNd
and BoDy
BalanCinG
SoUl.. now..
AND FEEL
iT MORE
AND MORE
AGAiN..!
iN SpiRit
oF EmoTion..
True..Love is the
Muscle and LiGht
both courage and
kind that i wanna
exercise more and
more.. and yes.. sure.. share
and yes.. i have craZy Love..
as Love iS as Love does…
iN my case
iT iS
EXxtremeLy
ZEALOUS
LOVE.. AND
i ain’t the
first one
TO
LOVE
LIKE THIS..
AS IT IS
THE
GREATEST
iN AND OuT
THING TO DO OF ALL..
but perhaps you have
to go to the
dARkest
place of
All to Love
the Most.. so
if i signed up
for that pARt..
i guess i wasn’t
reAlly crazy after
all iS said and done
to get here iN the
Heaven oF
Love iN
Cou
Rage
and
KiNd
now!..
So yeah.. sure
they talk about the
Singularity iN terms
of uploading intellect
as machine and
hUman online..
but no..
that is not
a Singularity
that is only half
a brain and body
less than human
as robot being..
the real BB-8..
is as inFiniTy
standing
tall
now
8.. wHere
folks have been
uploading tHeir greater
intelligence of Arts in
human emoTioNs
eXpResSing
that SpiRit
of HeARt
iN miNd
and BoDy
balanCinG from
the first dance
naked around
campfires of
moonlit
nights
wildly
wiTh beats
of drums..
and recorded
in that first cave
painting and more..
as a record of our
soUl comes
collective
consciousness
iN more than intellect
and science iN ways
of hEart and aRT
Alive stiLL
now
iN media
of uS
that stays
alive for
others to share
for generations and
generations now.. as
there is much to learn
butt.. by God.. THERE
IS MORE
TO FEEL
ALIVE..
AND
SHARING
THE REAL
GIFT OF
BEING
HUMAN..
THE GREATEST
GIFT OF LOVE iN
COURAGE AND KIND..
YES.. MOBY iS A VERY
INSPIRAtiOnAL CAT
AND ALL WHO
INSpiRE ME
LIVE oN
iN
my Art
of Human
Being.. both
flesh
and
media
as iS
NOW
and
then.. ALiVe..
iN eYes oF Me..:)
(:..PERHAPS NOVEL..
IF i DON’T PUT
THE BRAKES
ON SOON..;)
the human heARt iS
a muscle of imagination..
creativity.. and most of ALL
feeLinG.. when expresSinG
that fEElinG as SpiRit in writinG..
dancinG and
even martial
arts And more
ARTS! to SHAKE!
IT ALL OFF!
in a miNd
and BoDy
BalanCinG
SoUl.. now..
AND FEEL
iT MORE
AND MORE
AGAiN..!
iN SpiRit
oF EmoTion..
True..Love is the
Muscle and LiGht
both courage and
kind that i wanna
exercise more and
more.. and yes.. sure.. share
and yes.. i have craZy Love..
as Love iS as Love does…
iN my case
iT iS
EXxtremeLy
ZEALOUS
LOVE.. AND
i ain’t the
first one
TO
LOVE
LIKE THIS..
AS IT IS
THE
GREATEST
iN AND OuT
THING TO DO OF ALL..
but perhaps you have
to go to the
dARkest
place of
All to Love
the Most.. so
if i signed up
for that pARt..
i guess i wasn’t
reAlly crazy after
all iS said and done
to get here iN the
Heaven oF
Love iN
Cou
Rage
and
KiNd
now!..
So yeah.. sure
they talk about the
Singularity iN terms
of uploading intellect
as machine and
hUman online..
but no..
that is not
a Singularity
that is only half
a brain and body
less than human
as robot being..
the real BB-8..
is as inFiniTy
standing
tall
now
8.. wHere
folks have been
uploading tHeir greater
intelligence of Arts in
human emoTioNs
eXpResSing
that SpiRit
of HeARt
iN miNd
and BoDy
balanCinG from
the first dance
naked around
campfires of
moonlit
nights
wildly
wiTh beats
of drums..
and recorded
in that first cave
painting and more..
as a record of our
soUl comes
collective
consciousness
iN more than intellect
and science iN ways
of hEart and aRT
Alive stiLL
now
iN media
of uS
that stays
alive for
others to share
for generations and
generations now.. as
there is much to learn
butt.. by God.. THERE
IS MORE
TO FEEL
ALIVE..
AND
SHARING
THE REAL
GIFT OF
BEING
HUMAN..
THE GREATEST
GIFT OF LOVE iN
COURAGE AND KIND..
YES.. MOBY iS A VERY
INSPIRAtiOnAL CAT
AND ALL WHO
INSpiRE ME
LIVE oN
iN
my Art
of Human
Being.. both
flesh
and
media
as iS
NOW
and
then.. ALiVe..
iN eYes oF Me..:)
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Rafiah..
provides
a quote
from the
Kuran that
says..
provides
a quote
from the
Kuran that
says..
“2:152 – Surah Al-Baqarah
So.. remember me
and i will
remember
you..
and be
thankful
to me..
and be
not
ungrateful
to me…”
and i will
remember
you..
and be
thankful
to me..
and be
not
ungrateful
to me…”
And i
say..
say..
..:)
But first i say
all the rest
of the
above
and
more..
wInks..
all the rest
of the
above
and
more..
wInks..
And then i say..
HoldinG aLL
iN liFe.. dArk
and liGht
iS to
hold
God
iN oUr
hAnds JuSt
NOW Free
and WiLd
as wE
SpiRits
of God
caNbeN0W..:)
iN liFe.. dArk
and liGht
iS to
hold
God
iN oUr
hAnds JuSt
NOW Free
and WiLd
as wE
SpiRits
of God
caNbeN0W..:)
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