New Blogger Poet Friend.. Xenia Tran.. sends kind wishes in regard to my mother..
Sending love, smiles and prayers across the miles xxx
And i return with..
Thanks so Much.. my FriEnd.. As Love Is no Distance.. Space.. or Time.. Love is AlWays NoW..:)
She returns with smiles and a heart emoticon
And i return again with a smile emoticon..
And with that said.. the healing value oF A Mother’s hand cannot be denied by those who feel the love that Mother’s hand can bring in Unconditional way.. and fortunate am i to hold that warm and loving hand once again as the Doctor’s say my mother has anywhere from two days to a week to live for now.. my sister and i taking shifts at her bedside now.. and off to lift my spirits now in how i do that the best in hopes of spreading that gift oF liGht as inborn and bred by my mother’s hand of love as there is rarely a healing touch as loving as a Mother’s hand and i am surely glad she is going the way she wanted too.. at rest it appears will be her curtain of light back to the creator as liGht comes from dArk and goes to liGht and the cycle of liGht and dARk continues as liGht.. and sMiLes.. i’ve experienced too many miracles in life not to believe in life forevernow.. too much magic in one life that makes Santa look like a skeleton in a closet alone.. allone with God all now forevermorenow all paRts we whOLe NoW uS LoVinG LiGht as GoD SpiRit fLIGht moreevermorenow… i wish i could impArt this 100% Faith with and on everyone as liGht as words are surely not the sAMe as the foreveressence as NOW liGht.. so.. i celebrate my mother’s liFE and her exit from misery and suffering and all of liFe associated with pain as the dARk is PARt oF liGht too.. and tHeRE is no separation from God in our daRkest thoughts and moments we feel and see NoW any oTher way than that.. does it hurt.. sure.. more than i’ll ever put into words.. but nah.. it doesn’t numb nearly as bad as having nothing left to feel and sense inside of Love or to give as LiGht as Force as LoVE is power oF liGht we share when isreal as fLIGht to otHeRs whole as pARt of we Ocean wHOle expanding with unlimited shores of Love to grow even more.. so.. yeah.. off to dance to stay afloat.. off to float to dance and sing liFE aLIVE and celebrate the greATest gift we all alive share.. namELy liFe as liFE breathes and lOvE goeS oN as noW more.. And thanks from me goes out to all of those who have extended kind wishes and thought in all the ways that comes from a tear of reaction on Facebook to a loving flesh and blood hug as touch.. it’s all love.. in all forms it comes it’s all essence when real as heARt spiRit fELt as SoUL.. Love wins Love wins Love wins..:)
Facebook Friend and nice niece Candie says.. This is so beautiful and sad at the same time. With Sad emotion and Crying tears emoticon
And i return with..
Appreciation of Love… my very nice and kind niece.. Candie.. Love lives as long as Love Lives..NowmoreeverforevermorenoW..:)
Back after an afternoon and night with my mother and a dance floor to express all my emotions and senses without bottling it inside.. and ironically.. i suppose/feel/sense a great song for this 77th MacroVerse of this ‘Nether Land Bible’ now totaling 1,153,816 words with the 76th MacroVerse added in of also now 748th MacroVerse here staRting for Longest Long Form poem of over 3.3 Million words closing in on the 42th Month of poetic stream of consciousness Holy spiRit co-creative writing with the God of Nature all.. since the end of August 2013 in Word Press way and total blogging experience with first spark of that spirit expresSinG at the end of February 2013 in a PM to my first and only Facebook Friend then in what surprised me in flow the same as it did when i won a Christmas Story in a middle school two homeroom classroom competition of 80 students where i had no idea where the words came from then and a spark in a philosophy class at age 18 in college writing all about the Universal God of Nature then having no idea where the words that floWed out of my fingers came from then.. and it came in spurts.. starting at the end of February 2013.. now close to the 48th month point.. and really flowed along with the free verse public metro dance that also started at the end of August 2013.. when the Word Press poetic effort of longest long form poem came.. then.. so yes.. it is safe to say as ‘they’ say.. the spirit has been upon me for 42 months full in flow and around 4 years in and out all toGether now.. by the end of this month.. so.. sure.. i used “Time in a Bottle” as the Bottle is my SpiriT eXpreSsinG EmoTions and seNses of HeARt from head to toe and more in the art of a miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG SoUL.. so.. in other words i am putting my soul in this bottle heaR.. for floW iN ZonE of ArT aliVE alWays noW as Love and all the Pro-social emotions that spRinG from that but what i leARned when i lost my emotions for 66 months is emotions are what make us human and this art of free verse poetry is what connected the language as guide posts erected before to house emotion bRinGing the essence of EmoTioNal and SeNsoRy SpiRit back to live in shells of word no matter how eloquent from before had no essence of FeeLinG SenSinG EmoTiOns within.. and that’s a sad thing.. perhaps.. a saddest thing when someone says your words are beautiful and you cannot feel the beauty of words or even a sunset or a sunrise or flower in the niGht or Day.. and trUst me that is the bottle of Love you do not want to lose.. and the way i found it back was three fold.. through words oF oLd through Music of my youth.. and through the photos of the Loves i lost when the losses of Love in youth in how i adjusted to that emotional turmoil was to shut emotions down progressively through all the stresses of life until they no longer existed and they seemed impossible to find again.. you see.. Epigenetics and Neuroplasticity in change adapting to environmental stress for the positive in human evolution in just one life can go both ways.. yes.. negative too.. use it or lose it applies to all stuff creation iN life.. so.. February 16th will be the afternoon and evening i sat at my mother’s bedside and expressed all my emotions that trust me.. were a Hurricane of dance last night for a crowd to experience as i was born a very emotional person.. a very sensitive person who could feel/sense everyone and everything like i could not separate and individuate myself from everything and everyone and that is just one form of Autism that overwhelms a person to where they don’t make sense when they talk to get it all out at once in what they experience as a storm of life in emotional and sensory experience.. other forms of autism are opposite.. where either emotions go away or they never exist at all.. Autistic Psychopathy as it is originally named by Hans Asperger as he sheltered these children from the Nazi Effort to eliminate anyone ‘less than perfect’.. in the early 20th Century.. oh yeah.. and speaking of feelings.. my wife reminded me i forgot to mention that she gave me that ‘Five Days at Freddy’s’.. T-shirt right after i said i needed a special shirt for Valentine’s Day as i never finished that thought in the last MacroVerse SonG.. anyWAy.. i am moving a little too much on a fact finding mission here away from emotions and that is the other part of some forms of Autism.. super logical minds that get locked into data download and output mode and lose it or use it comes into play that way unwittingly so.. and next thing ya kNow people are no longer saying you are too emotional kid.. to hey.. Fred computer head.. solve this problem for us as you are now just a valuable commodity to get the job done.. and that’s okay for job security but not okay at all for soUL security.. trust.. faith.. hope.. and love and all the stuff that kills doubt.. fear.. and the worst ‘friend’ of all that is hate…
So now it’s true.. now that i have a way to get all my shit together i not only believe i can fly.. i can just do it.. as i have all the emotional and physical intelligence tools innate.. instinctual and intuitive to get the job all done.. and no doubt.. this is why written language stARTed to hold human emotions in a bottle too as words of faith.. hope and love.. to share and re-visit when times of emotional loneliness and cold came then.. so.. we can find this help through the art expresSinG experiences of other folks through words and other forms of human art too.. for it’s true.. all words and letters and other symbols are art as they are guideposts for our emotional and sensory and knoWinG experiences of TrutH and liGht for what we kNow and FeeL and Sense to be good in life and yes.. the DArk side away from liGht expresSinG as spiRit too.. as all emotions play a role in how we BaLAnCe ouR soUL as A Force that works to get the job of not only survive but thrive ToGeThER doNe now… my mother’s life inspires me to fly.. all my loved one’s lives inspires me to fly and all of creation and God of Nature inspires me to fly.. as to fly is not to be weighted down by the chains of dARk.. to fly is to let one’s EmoTioNs/SeNseS/SpiRit DancE and SinG free aS LiGht unChained now from the dARk EmoTions and SenSEs that weight us down.. but you ‘see’.. the dARk is an anchor thAT bRinGs uS uP to liGht even higher than beForE if we use those WinGs of LoVe Gifted to us By the God OF NaTuRE aLL as HiGheST hUman PotEnTiaL as LiGht… the Truth is.. the ways of path of life journey that take us to this place oF liGht as liFE JouRney destination present of Now..is not alWays easy getting heaR but it surELy is worth all the crosses of dARk as aRk that take us to this place of Love as HiGhest place to fly in/as SoUL.. tHeRE is alWays more dARk to come but the saVinG Grace is when we dance and sing that dARk as art and make a bottle of the present now of Love that never goes away at least to the point where we can go back and find it as life line later.. and that’s the thing too.. as many people will tale you.. that life line back to love is their Mother.. i will be able to find her back here just by typing in the words “Mother’s Gift Now” in Google.. really easy for me to remember but the thing is.. just like when i took notes in class.. i never had to refer back to them to remember them.. as art.. whether taking notes or painting is how we cement those memories with emotions and senses of focus in the moment as present of now when do our art.. the real gift is for someone else to see notes and art same that take them to an emotional and sensory place that perhaps they have never been before that spARks a liGht in them.. so.. we give and share and GroW toGeTheR that way and that is wheRE avenues for free art in all the small and haha.. ‘bigger ways’ that come.. do come into play ranging from Instagram to Facebook to Blogs to Dance Halls to Discussion groups and still to Sunday Morning Church where we sing together and hold hands when saying positive words of prayers to bind us toGEther in EmoTiONal Love.. same as a naked dance of Indians under moonlit campfires of lOve with the rhythms of drums and fluted instruments as throat song and heaRt Beat of Human extended even more.. this is humanity.. this is love.. this is what we humans do best toGethER in a Dance and Song of Life as we art it togEtheR and save the best to enjoy it again toGethER forevernow again as the cycles of dARk and liGht go on forevermore noW in a survive and thrive of Life in the Kingdom of Heaven here on eARTh.. at least that is how the elders did it when i was young.. and i find a way.. anyWay as a path on a journey to express that sPiRit of heaRt now with photos.. videos.. words.. and yes the oldest arts of Feat of Dance and Voice of SonG in what we are innately gifted with from birth sTiLL NoW all naked as we come in and go out in liGht and dARk as that cycle of liFE iN DancE and SonG goeS oN.. as LOVE..:)
And.. oh.. goodness that reminds me to take a quick note here that i am now 7 full MacroVerses of back up on Facebook personal page and two other pages which is around 100K or so words to be copied and pasted on three FB pages at close to a third of a million words.. well.. i’ve been further behind than that as the words floW oN as ya can’t stop art when it is LuKe Hot.. sTiLL copying and pasting to Facebook as i go.. but hey.. sooner or later i’ll get it all collected togeTher and labeled then as continuing exPaNding archive of the soUL that will not die.. now as i extend all those soUls that i love heAR as well..:)
It almost seems so simple now that i missed it.. make every move as dance and sound as word holy and sacred in life full of meaning and purpose and Heaven comes as a Kingdom within to give and share with others all Naturally and it’s true as ‘they’ say ‘the word’ is holy but if you close the book of love it becomes hard to expand it to groW more as Ocean wHole of God’s art in our eYes of Love and to leave out the first paRt of Dance as move of God iN uS is to leave most of what drives us from head to toe.. namELy our EmoTioNs and SenSes integral to the huManity oF Love now.. so.. Dance and Sing Love as Art.. it’s what humans do best toGeTher in a bottle that SinGS now with no distance.. space or time.. just love.. juSt Love as Dance and Song..iSReaL NoW..FLYLOVE..:)
And by A way “I Believe I Can Fly” came out when our son Ryan endured his life of 51 days in Shand’s Hospital.. in ’97.. all he experienced in life is what my mother is experiencing at the end of her life in the hospital now.. he taught me to fly.. chained in that bed from birth to death.. finally free in my arms to escape pain to the blessing of death as my mother is going to do soon too.. i voWed to fly hiGher after my only son and child died… i vow to fly even hiGher noW in respect of the gift of my mother.. the gift of my birth. the gift of all those who i love.. namEly all of Creation as GOD NoW LOVE..:)
MArk mY words.. my dance.. my song.. so let it be written so let it be dOnE…MORE..NoW..:)
DArk inside.. begs liGht to come back as the pain of watching my Mother die and the comfort i wish to give her is all life at this point of now.. nah.. i refuse to escape as this is as much paRt of liFe as the liGht that will continue to aRise after dARk.. i’LL touch the sKeYes soon enough as the paths branch out more into journey oF LiGht… mY Mother’s greaTest wish was that i would never cry and be alone again and then the Katrina came and she kNew that prayer was answered.. and yes.. it is answered as Katrina takes the dARk away and gives me comfort of Love in this most difficult of days now.. and there are angels here and theRe who truly and naturally care about tHeir fellow human beings like the nice girl from the gym.. Vida.. who cared enough to ask me at Old Seville.. why i came to work-out early on Wednesday and even told the Older Military Hero who works out there who goes to our church about it so he could provide words of comfort too.. as when i walked into the gym last night.. Vida Raised her arms up and said ‘Norm’.. i mean Fred.. hehe.. ‘Cheers’.. reference tHeRE for those not in the ‘norm’ know/feeling/ and sense of pop-culture and real life social comfort too.. the human touch takes the pain away and sympathy arises for others through actually experiencing the dArk oF LiGht that combines wITh liGht Now from dARk and sHades of grey and beyond rainbow colors too.. to make all that is aka God wHOle more than we can see/feel/and sense too.. art as the HouSinG of the essence of the hUman heART.. SpiriT ExpreSsinG miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL as vehicLE and vessEL to carry liGht on and yes.. DARk.. the ShaDes of Grey and BeYond Rainbow colors for oTher folks to see and feeL and senSe as more of liFe to perceive as reALiTy even more.. aS even in the dArkest MiDnight hour we are BeingS oF LiGht and even with a Solar Eclipse like the first one to cross the entire United States from east to west in 99 years and the first total solar eclipse since ’79.. coming this August 21st.. 2017.. liGht comes back without fAil as the greAtest fear has alWays been it will stay gone and never come back.. i feel the liGht of my MoTher sTiLL as she lays dying in her bed now.. and i feel the liGht of humaniTy as it surEly seems to be groWinG dARker heaR in some places who/that refuse to even see the dARk.. and that’s the thing.. if one refuses to see/feel/sense dARk tHeRE can be no trUe liGht without the recognition Now of dARk.. And the dARk and liGht comes noW iN unlimited ways.. and culture.. local or larger can hide the dArk in so-calLed liGht clothes and expose the liGht in so called dARk clothes.. as there is surELy much for the world to learn and feeL and sense more today as a revelation of the trUe forces oF dARk against the trUe forces oF liGht thaT is alWAys sHades of Grey and beYOnd rainbow colors too.. perHaps coMes to liGht and dARk and the ‘tween beyond thAT as that is what adversity does.. it bringS out all the colors of humanity bold.. and cold and yes Luke Hot too.. for sure..:)
This liGht inside.. this flame.. this flicker when it grows dim in the face of emotional and sensory darkness as i can relate when we lost our child and the other losses of life.. it is truly those who offer comfort iN those times bringing the flicker of flame that is waning hiGheR in the human liGht of BeinG that i for one will alWays remember now no different really too from a distance like the song ‘Firework’ by Katy Perry that was the only SonG oF LiGht my soUl could hear back in 2010 or so in the dead zone then.. ‘Raise your Glass’.. by Pink.. was another one and sure.. i’ll remember the stories the Military hero provided of his Irish mother passing with cancer at age 94 with her hands folded toGetHeR.. soUL.. waiting to receive communion then.. and his humorous remark at the end that if after he dies and neXt if he finds there is no Heaven.. he is gonna be pissed.. and nah.. i didn’t go on all about the Kingdom of Heaven now on this eARTh promised in this generation by the ‘old jesus’ back in the days of Biblical text that remains now to say what i for one feeL and sense can be the reaLity heAR as liGht on Earth now.. then and alWays noW for those who seek and find it by never giving up.. and nah.. not a place that everyone can fit tHeir camel through as this needle is perHaps the tightest fit ever in a society that does its best to make US As form of the tools we use including even words beyond the essence oF liGht as Love Within iN MoVinG.. coNnecTinG CreAtinG ways from head to toe and more to free the liGht of we insiDe to mid-day Sun in Darkest niGhts of new moon midnight bLack.. and the animals have this liGht too.. to suggest they don’t is perhaps the most sELFish things humans do in tHeir seemingly unceasing disrespect Now for the rest of Nature all animate and inanimate and never trUly inanimate at the sub-atomic flow level of BeinG noW liGht as LiGht expands as existence now or retracts some what as we lose that liGht.. LiGht more.. LiGht less.. move more.. connect more.. create more or the otheR place of dArk.. thaT much we do have relative free will control of as co-creators of our realiTies now with the ForcE of all Nature which sure.. yA can call God now as houSing of veHicle and vessEL to express the essence of God isREaL NoW.. anyWay.. my sister and i are on shifts at my Mother’s side as she no longer wakes and we just wanna make sure she is not alone through the end of her life now.. so yeah.. this is rather therapeutic for me to balance the dARk with the liGht as much as i can as i am only human of course and last night i felt the kryptonite again.. i’ve been in that kryptonite place for 66 months and long before that for a year and more..and surely do not wanna go back again.. but it’s trUe.. liGht comes now from kryptonite too.. think about it.. the word krypt to nite the death oF LiGht.. these comic booK and other art folks and tHeir word/audio/visual play either witting or unwitting surELy fits the bill of human spiritual life that is as real as what you feel and sense of life or what you don’t and sure.. in a science way that’s a fAct too.. if only in ethical case study view..iN this inner UniVerse one can neither fear the dARk or be cynical of thE liGht to more fully eXplore as the scientific method is made more for form surELy than the essence of all that is GOD.
So.. a little behind but not left behind on MacroVerse memories here over the last several days as shared on Facebook too.. hmm.. ‘Left Behind’.. life imitates art.. and a reminder from Facebook Friend Greg on that as most all those folks who read that ‘Left Behind’ series seem to have a death wish of making the Anti-Christ of that story come true and follow his boat as far as dARk goes… The human as Carl Sagan intimated in the ‘Contact’ inspired movie is so true in the end of that movie too.. humans.. are capable of such great dreams and horrific nightmares through their imagination and creativity of dARk… ‘tween… liGht and beyOnd.. and as hiStory repeats hisSeLF.. we need a little heRstory now.. the Love of a Mother who brings sandwiches instead of a whipping chain to the basement of love.. (pArtly inspired by the military hero who had a stern father when he got in trouble and a mother with a sandwich to feed a starving heart).. there are a lot of starving heARTs in this country and the world now.. and sadly.. some of the emptiest hearts are in fully feathered nests as how that appLies appLes to nurturing the rest of humanity in need.. as the appLES continue to faLL from grace of Love to doubt.. fear and hate as Love WiLL eventually win as herstory shows.. a sandwich for the children of God more as liGht.. and i do mean all the children all of Nature too as God.. too..:)
“Elephant GreY GOD”.. MacroVerse from two years ago.. speaKing to the problem of worshipping form over essence.. in other words when words and books and cars and homes and skyscrapers with folks names become the God over the God of Nature essence we are born innately with without any of these human tools.. including written words.. as God lives on a desert Isle no different than what we attempt to relate of God in symbols of human abstract constructs we name as words.. outcasts find this TrUth liGht much easier as we have more time to seek and find it outcast of course on a desert Isle with God.. i tried to relate that concept to a bunch of folks on a place called the ‘Wrong Planet’.. where there was little poetic heART spArk and i attempted to relate it in a poetic place named DvERse and that change of seeing Nature as God on a Desert Isle was suggested NOT as real change in viewing life whole.. you see.. they are still waiting for God to get back as a man.. namely the person who couldn’t figure out what the FucK i was speaKinG about when they deleted my effort to describe the change that happens when God becomes real now on a desert Isle and one becomes allone and never alone again.. Kingdom of Heaven as the Jesus related that the Kingdom of God lives within everyone and not just FucKinG him iF yoU SeeK iN God of course within.. you kNow it’s funny.. the first priest who came to give my Mother the last rites.. went by the book and halLeD ass to the next location.. a busy man he was.. the B priest in the hierarchy below the alpha priest came in the next day and he had a little time to listen to my John 14:12 story.. of course.. i didn’t spell it out for him and he left given the opportunity to do that as a nurse came in.. but the third man of the cloth.. a Hospital Chaplain who doesn’t ‘discriminate’ against any specific faith/sexual orientation.. etC..eTc..aL..aT all.. listened intently to my story and could ‘see’ the spiRiT iN me more than the book i continue to write no different really than the African American woman at the Ryan’s Restaurant last week who identified me as a ‘member of her spiritual family’ before i said a thing juST by the liGht as my Face iN sMiLes as most all African American Churches STiLL noW heAR seem to more easily do as they live more by spiRit than words alone.. DanCinG praise iN SonG as liGht too.. as i told her it is more often.. the little children and the ‘minority’ groups who see me as i aM a Member of tHeir ‘family’ too.. again it goes back to the seek and find parT.. the more outcast the more seek and find liFE goes with GoD wHole.. the more sympathy unless one becomes a bully with vengeance over victory too.. anyWay.. this MacroVerse continues to inspire me.. as does the human condition and God overall too..:)
“STiLL Dreams Dance”.. MacroVerse from a year ago.. still pushing close to a year here in this effort of responding to an entire year of all prompts and links at dVerse Poetry Pub from April of 2015 through March of 2016.. as hey.. that’s what ya gotta do to attempt to be part of a community when you are the odd creative one out.. hehe.. even in a creative community to validate your existence there.. it was only a matter of time when the free verse originator of that opportunity for online creativity of poetry left and his nice co-founder too.. let’s just say.. the scientist poets took over with their more restricted ways of forms with little patience for the more mercurial artist(s) who came back to visit again and again and again without fAil.. heHe.. i was a little harder to get rid of than they expected for sure.. and all of that year of poetic training just readied me as training to write a bible now exceeding 1.153 million words at the end of that 338,630 word GodsUniVerseNovel3 effort that was a gift i shared with my mother the last year i had with her in hard copy pages.. she could read off my home computer here.. it was worth all the crosses to give that liGht of my soUL to my MOTher as she said she understood more about my soUl than ever before and as mentioned earlier when the brain cancer started to attack her mind.. her views became distorted but hey.. love don’t mind.. love just keeps loving and she did too.. no matter what the cancer said.. Love reigned on as rain oF liGht.. as i Loved it would and Love it does..:)
‘They’ say grief comes in three stages.. denial anger.. bargaining.. depression.. and acceptance.. and i suppose i did the denial/bargaining some at first as i only could think of being reborn to my mother forever living with her.. and then there was the anger.. nah.. not at her.. but at this patriarchal make you into a big man culture to be a warrior/hunter and all that jazz for survival that is truly a part of human nature too.. when doubt.. fear.. and scarcity turn into hate as surely a scare city too.. i had too many meltdowns at home while the bully boys tried to extinguish my soul.. and my mother had to endure the dark they brought to me more than anyone else.. and my sister too.. i do not like bullies.. they can even raise my blood pressure and turn my feet into weapons but i refuse to succumb so i dance instead.. and let it all go.. and sure.. i went a little ballistic in dance on Thursday night as i remembered all those bullies as the head bully is Trump now and those same boys/girls follow him in to hell of doubt fear and hate.. now as that is anti-christ incarnate…too.. i do my best to love my enemies and let God with Karma do what’s next within them.. if you don’t think you’ll ever have to face Karma.. don’t look in the mirror don’t look in the mirror.. is the only advice now i can give ‘you’.. as i don’t think i’ve done the worst of sin.. but when i faced God i still endured hell for things i did.. in a burning place forever that has no fire.. a place where all is time and a second is a thousand years to polish your soul back to pure and the Karma that works beyond that let’s just say after you die you give up all control and the rest is left up to God.. i wouldn’t wanna come back as a grasshopper and be crushed underneath foot then accidentally by a child for a thousand times.. so.. you say science doesn’t prove it.. well the fact is science still don’t know shit now about Karma as science goes dArk when the liGhts go out too.. not trying to scare you but just trust me.. Karma is real.. and the best thing of all is.. is love.. so the best thing for me to do now.. is give Trump and all his followers who were the ‘sAMe’ bullies i encountered by me then all my love and just let it go with the dance as God of Nature has given me that most excellent tool to get all my emotions out with a pen of LiFE too.. in other words what lives as my words and my dance stays tHeRe and the liGht of me GroWs oN more.. from the dARk of me that is a distinct possibility and potEntial reaLITy agAin too.. in other words.. it is much more than grace.. it is FucKinG iF yoU SeeK iN GoD more WORK.. as God the God of Nature is as real as the Love you FeeL and SenSE.. and hell yes.. as real as the Hate you FeeL and Sense too… sadly for some folks the other place is more inviting to them.. break the habit.. i can only suggest with a DancE and SonG of LiGht aWay from dARk.. oh yeah.. and yes i am experiencing depression for now.. i’d rather do that than repress the normal God given cycle of Emotions from DArk to liGht agaIN.. tHere are no real shortcuts of gRace to LiGhT it’s worK..:)
A photo of Wife Katrina and my beloved cat Elwood who was one of the only life lines i had back to love during the stresses of work-life and fear over losing my job to decades of reductions of force facilitated so much by the automation of the human work force by computers where humans need not apply.. and even worse than that as humans become slaves to computers behind a screen and come to find out later they have lost tHeir humanity as a price of being a slave to all that as i surely did as i fAil off the face of humanity for 66 months.. it’s almost sad to warn folks as what do you do to make a living if you do not slave to the demands of a job that requires us to be machine over human.. the answer is surely by metaphor ‘Jesus’ by literal too.. to give and share to the folks without a shirt on their back of soUL.. i do that with words and dance and when all giving and sharing money means nothing.. and that’s true as some rich folks come to find to in tHeir philanthropy efforts too.. but sadly there are still the Trumps.. sadly tHeir are still the Trumps as the dARk side raises its selfish taking head as no longer even relevant to the snake who does that just to survive in scarcity as Trump owns Towers of his own style of Babylon now.. and to be clear.. Trump is only a metaphor for this.. he is nothing without those he rules over to make his slaves either in work or politics same.. Love wins wiTh a wife in A Garden of Eden with animals other to love too.. Love wins is real when isReaL.. and a memory from my friEnd Rafiah from a year ago of that as my Muslim friend says..
I want to have my marital relationship as loving and as compassionate as you two have mashaa Allah..:) Heart Emoticon..
SMiLes.. And wInks.. Yes.. we are the marriage model for a new world order..;) Very sweet of you to say that as well.. Dear friend.. Rafiah..:)
And now i say.. the new world order comes from within.. not all share it but it gives and shares when isReaL..:)
And now.. “Effervescent GREEN Dreams and Black HOLE Souls”.. A 316 or 317 word effort.. depending on wHeRe you stop reading.. heHe.. sure.. i’ll quote it again.. Ynot.. from two years ago.. in 2015.. rather short..;)
The greatest lesson of ALL IN my life..
is the blackest night of the soul..
can lead to the
of effervescent Hopes
of DREAMS AND
reality of life
constructed from abstract terms..
so written and LET be done….
as SAME AS sane…
But tHere ARE places of dark..
wHere no Light can come in or escape..
YES.. the dark CAN live again…
So perhaps.. tHis earth IS both heaven or hell or a mixture of BotH..
And perhaps WE are ALL journeying together in a place called
Yes.. the greater lesson of my life IS
that tHere IS HOPE even wHEn THeRE’s NO hope…
TheRe IS iMagiNatIon and cre@ivity where none of those exist..
JUST waiting to bud OUT of cocoons of human hell…
@to exist once again.. IN Imagination and Creativity
“Addicted too..” from a year ago MacroVerse memory too.. and it’s trUe i am addicted to Love and all essence and form associated with Love.. and isn’t it kinda funny.. ya can call God Love but to call a man love as essence over form as statue can get some folks so bent out of shape as essence under form too.. but nah.. it’s not really funny.. it is human Nature.. what some folks cannot measure and fit inside a form scares the be jesus out of them as Love as essence allone..:)
i seriously.. visited ‘one’ of these so-called Christian hate sites spewing hate over all naked creativity we see in modern culture now.. and ‘they’ were determined to say that Jesus is not Love.. so God is Love and Jesus is not Love and instead.. a warring beast to destroy their enemies now.. don’t make sense don’t make sense but hate makes bedfellows for Google pennies still in adsense way..;)
MagicK of God’s Synchronicity.. just another MacroVerse Facebook Memory shared from two years ago too.. and the thing is.. the word Magick IS A word with a K added by a famous occultist named Aleister Crowley.. and explorer of the more hidden aspects of the inner human Universe for greater God of Nature give hUman Potential that science just cannot touch with tHeir old two to five step or whatever scientific method that relies on observable empirical measurable phenomenon that can be repeated by several scientist in objective measure with results that can be clearly seen now by the ‘naked’ eye aS Such which of course is full clothed in form by empirical measure so in other words it misses the essence of form potEnTIaLly completely too.. so that is wHeRe the words occult and esoteric and mystery schools come into play over ‘so called’ normal scientific evidence that is really not much different than chaining god in this sacred text or that sacred bible or the other sacred Koran from who ever supposedly said this or that inspired by a hoLy Creative spirit too.. not much different than what is flying off my finger tips in God Conversation of my SpiRit within now.. in sure what a dude named Neale Donald Walsch referred to when he got in his 50’s or so as that is often wHeRe/when that floWer of Human Creativity blooms more once the constant supervision of children responsibilities are gone and perhaps retirement from being a cog in a machine makes art come more as dreamtime of creativity more than just another brick in the wall of Pink Floyd Dream time too.. seriously.. being a brick in the wall kills the God time of forevernow within.. hands of cLock sweep God of origin out of the picture almost completely by my personal experience for sure.. but hey.. this is usually the best place i for one live.. a place of dreamtime with God now as lucid dreams become waKinG dreams come to Fruition in Flesh and Blood too.. wiTh that flAMe inside that burns more than Luke Hot now.. but nah.. no drugs for me.. aLL Natural with God is how i am flOwn by air and swUm by water Ocean wHole more… it’s hard to explain it in scientific forms as reason but i do what i can and i will what i am with GOD as co-Creator of my existence foR now.. as Love as the boat sail that drives me forward now..:)
‘The Art of Sacred Movement’.. MacroVerse from three years ago.. yes.. YES.. Oh Lord.. it’s been awhile since i brought anything associated with ‘lust’ in the discussion here.. as usually depression and all stuff relate to dARk of being human takes that away from the liGht in all the ways that comes.. yes.. being sick.. takes it away too.. as the best of LiGht as Love is associated with all natural consensual Lust of MoVinG conNecTinG and creATinG too.. repress and oppress.. subjugate thaT and what you get is frustration.. aggression.. violence and even potential dirty bombs inspired by dreams of 72 Virgins somewhere else butt consensual porn online… all legal aS Such of course with no under legal age old age stuff of older age so-called sacred text stuff too..ugh.. just ugh.. get back to Love please with a healthy mix of consensual legal lust to drive the libido oF liGht orientated creativity and productivity.. take it away and take so many colors of life away.. the saddest thing of all is never ever holding hands with the opposite sex that is not immediately related to you.. until one gets pass the age of married.. that is totAlly against God Given Nature that as science clearly shows even in physician case study work in some countries leads to sexual abuse with incest and other stuff like rape… you can fool the people in Trump ways but YOU WILL NEVER FOOL GOD IN AS NATURE TRUTH AND LIGHT ALL UNCOVERED AND NAKED FOR ALL TO SEE.. in yeS even case study science way..:)
WeLL.. the (A) next cross of shift by my Mother’s death bed is approaching now on 2.18.2017 and tHeRE was/is this ‘prophecy’ oF A ‘MagicK Flute 2017’ that cAMe back on 2.18.2015.. yes.. exactly two years ago brought to me still free of charge by the human designed FB algorithm that does in some ways reflect the mINd oveRAll of God too.. as after all hUmans reflect as fractal wHOle creativity of/as the science minds that reflect the God oF aLL MiNds of and as all of naTure plUs too AKA God too..
And with 293 words.. short enough to quote..;)
As i stand
close to midnight..
i look back on 2015
with both joy and sadness..
joy of the bringing of light
from the magicK
SADNESS AT NOT BEING
ABLE TO KEEP THE
SERIOUSLY COULDN’T YOU WAIT
JUST A LITTLE
Before you come out as
a mischievous Leprechaun
PLAYING THAT DAM
OVER THE PLACE
AND NOT TO MENTION
THAT MISCHIEF FILLED
all you have to do..
is to keep the werewolf
facade and how hard can
considering that Leprechauns
are not SUPPOSED
A PERFECT DISGUISE YOU
ARE GIFTED WITH
TO KEEP FROM BEING APPREHENDED
WITH THAT MAGICK
And now look where i am in 2017
captured as Leprechaun having to grant
three wishes to everyone
TOP OF THAT!
Having to explain to each and
every gift seeker that they already
always have the gifts
their human being
just waiting to be released as the higher
power of human being in accordance with
JUST WAITING TO ESCAPE
THE SOUND OF MAGICK
OF WISDOM..BEAUTY.. TRUTH..
THE SUPERIOR FORCE
OF MOTHER NATURE
And OH MY
this tradition has been passed on from
the seventh now’..
starting with Krishna
passing away that magicK
Flute sometime between
February 17 and 18th
BUT ANYWAY ..
hope you enjoy
a pot of
And now i say as Saint Patrick’s Day 2017 and this year’s Fat Tuesday is yeT to arrive that’s thaT for NoW.. Time WiLL tale as Time alWays does relativELy SpeaKinG aS noW oN couRse…:)
And sure.. if yA care to.. yA can skip to the end of the Magic (MozART) Flute and see in subtitle way how all this ends and begins again.. sure.. different actors but the same characters And the LiVinG play aGaiN… LeT’s juST say iT aLL fiTs toGeTher aGaiN in both Tragedy and the Kingdom of Heaven now..:)
CRap.. i almost forgot to add.. Facebook Friend Ashe says.. as status..
Drifting apart from friends is always a bummer.
And i return again wiTh aGaiN..
FriEnd IS A Verb.. wHo Never Dies.. In other Words.. no Matter what They always Come back to Say hi.. with never an expectation Of anything Back.. and The Reward Of ThaT JuSt is..is..:)
Facebook Friend and Katrina’s Sister Kim.. says..
Continuing prayers for you Katrina Marilou Becky. My heart is with yall if you or katrina need to talk just call me. Love to you both.
And i say..
Thanks so much.. Kim that means so much to me..:)
Facebook Friend Ned/gigoid comes by and says in kind words too..
My thoughts are with you, my brother….
And i return with..
Thanks.. my friend.. and i look forward to commenting at your place soon.. as i process all these emotions that are difficult now.. and get through to the other side of this.. this writing and the dance really helps..:)
In response to a recent comment on Rafiah’s blog Rafiah says..
Some sing. Some dance. And some stay quiet. These all are expressions of human soul. Freedom is being able to do whatever form suits one..:)
And i say..
Amen.. i’ll be Back to sing more… At Hospital now with Dying Mother.. Love..:)
Prayers for your mother. I wish she stays longer with you my friend.
And i say in return..
Thanks.. my friEnd..:)
Rafiah writes another post in regard to the human condition and Virgins waiting for marriage to cure the issue of human lust/love..
And i return with..
At first i thought you meant suffer and sure.. unrequited Lust/Love can surely lead to at least a great deal of frustration but yes.. as i do admit now.. i resorted to the online dictionary to find the snuffer is that tool the altar boys at church use to put out the Holy flames.. and it’s true as any bee that pollinates the Azalea as i went across the Hospital Meadow where pink Azaleas were blooming with dew drops of evening moisture.. yes.. got pictures to prove it too.. hehe.. could have been a sprinkler system i guess.. that i just missed too with sMILes but as you said before.. the human condition and lust is just part of God being ‘him’ and surely in this case the expression of the human condition full as the most beautiful pArts of life are the love and lust working in consensual way that creates not only more beautiful humans but also in general as science shows.. a balance as such makes for the libido that is a major source of all human creativity and productivity too.. so i hope you are snuffering out that feeling in some way that generates creativity and productivity more as surELy that is why God makes us that way no different than the Bees and the Azaleas all Natural too.. what works is what works if all for good.. as the answers within are inside outside above.. so below and all around liGht as LiFe.. anyWay i hate to think of you suffering at all my friend even iF.. iT is only A great frustration at hand… AnyWay.. this week has been one of the hardest of all in my life.. and each day i spend with my mother the pain of past depressions come back to haunt me to the point i feel the pain of the past from head to toe and my body parts become week as kryptonite will do to even superman too.. so i started out with a slow dance as my sister replaced us at the Hospital tonight.. at SuperWalmart.. with what ‘they’ name as Kundalini Rising music and chants for that too… and slowly the liGht came back to all the cells of my body paRts again.. and by the end of the night when i danced to the song ‘I Believe I Can Fly’.. by R. Kelley.. the song we listened to when our baby was dying in the Hospital back in ’97.. i really did fly again as i’ve been doing the past 42 months when i dance in public.. took about an hour and 15 minutes to get the kryptonite out of my system but for now i’m back and thanks for your prayers my friEnd.. i wish all the pleasure.. namELy.. love in the world.. to you.. And i hope at the end your life there is a son and a daughter who is at your death bed loving you as much as my sister and i love my mother as that IS A life complete when one is loved that much for the whole task at hand.. Insha Allah as you say.. God WillIng.. within.. my FriEnd..:)
Oh yeah.. i like seeing your new avatar that shows your smile.. your big genius glasses and the sun-light behind your eYes.. my lovELy scientist friEnd.. Rafiah..:)
“How deep is your love, How deep is your love I really mean to learn ‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools Breaking us down When they all should let us be We belong to you and me”
It’s a good thing that i have a sister and she has a ‘significant other’ for close to the same number of years on a day of anniversary with Katrina that we made seven days from Valentine’s day.. that makes it impossible to forget.. hehe.. as the twenty-seventh celebration of that comes at the hardest of possible of times this Tuesday.. the 21st of February that if my mother lives that long will mark the seventh day since the 14th of Valentine’s day.. when she went into the hospital to die.. so yeah.. there are actually four working together out of two loving couples for my mother who are sitting by her death bed side.. and for someone who is a little weaker in emotional darkness potential as Bi-Polar is about as big of a challenge in life as being on the Autism Spectrum.. one has no choice but to do whatever it takes to stay above water of Ocean whole Love as the rings of Dante’s Hell start to creep in expanding ice around one’s heaRt.. SpiRit and SoUL wHeRe pain becomes the reign and one can barely move their legs no matter if they leg press 1020 LBS or not.. as before when i was in that Hell.. even though i could still press 500 Lbs with my legs then same as i could since age 21.. my legs felt so spiritually weak thaT is an entirely different issue than the muscles that press the weight that i could hardly move walking then as my 94 year old Aunt Jettie obviously had more spirit to even talk.. as my Spiritual emotional sensory energy had fallen to pain.. and numb and pain and numb to eventually all the rings i for one could imagine of Dante’s Hell.. so.. anyway.. if anyone wonders why i make every step and every word holy and sacred full of meaning and purpose it is the lifeline back to life liGht as the dARk side attempts to gain control back of my liGht life.. thing is.. my Mother gave us her all and she truly is the only reason i have the wonderful light of Katrina in my life as she sure as hell didn’t marry me for my money back at the Bowling Center close to minimum wage days as we would live first in subsidized housing rental apartments just to get by.. and my Mother’s home to save money to almost miraculously buy a home as Katrina became employed through her Mother at the Local Newspaper here.. and this thing they call Fibromyalgia that i am experiencing off and on again through this emotional pain is precisely that in my opinion.. as i do my best to stay strong through the bitter sweet experience of having my mother another day and another day as she struggles to breathe and the sadness that i am attempting to stay strong with goes into pain and weakness as the depression of pain.. last night my savior was the Tai-Chi like movement i practice as a practice of life these 42 months now that is saving my spiritual life now along with peaceful flowing moving music like no tool i ever had to ward off the demons of life before.. miNd and boDy BaLanCinG soUL that i ‘preach’ over and over heAR.. is such an important thing to gain unity within.. and an art of liGht as movement free verse style floWinG as sea gull spiraling around the Sun with the sound of muSiC to FloW from Head to toe too.. is surely a savior of Love as my Mother taught us that the only thing that counts in life is Love.. truly she never ever put any materialistic limitations or expectations on me.. as the Father’s side said you should be making more money and doing more than you are doing now.. thing is.. they were FucKinG yes iF yoU seeK iN GoD.. totally incorrect as my Mother taught me Love was more important so deep that she sacrificed everything about life for her children and went through every dark journey with me with the resolve of never giving up on me.. and it’s true.. i must be strong enough to support the love in me.. now.. as the Katrina helps to hold that up too.. but it comes down in the beginning and the ending just like the so-called Jesus dude said.. from within.. inside.. outside.. above.. so below and all around.. the spirit is holy and the spirit lives in the flesh.. ignore the flesh to the detriment of the soUL is the paRt of the Christian religion that doesn’t sing nearly enough in a MoVinG DAncE of LiFe more over SonG of words.. steps count.. they really do.. we have a country of what could be called ‘love fools’ and a leader who leads the way away from love and the saddest part of all is the majority of his supporters call them selves Christians.. perhaps if they could dance with God they would find a Love in heARt to Love everyone and not support separating lovely loving families of Hispanics.. over worry of sharing subsistence with what they see as the lesser among they for the price of laws.. as Caesar’s coins.. poor refugees and a way different than a coat hanger abortion for the most desperate of those who do not have the mental stability or resources to raise children that is a reality.. like it or not.. no matter what any book says as the statistics prove in countries that have more abortions when planned parenthood is not available when human suffering becomes less important than who is right or wrong from a text of an ancient book.. we have a problem Houston.. no different than what we had before too.. as a homosexual person couldn’t insure their decades old Loving partner before the Obama Savior of the outcasts came into the picture to make this country finally one for the life.. liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all citizens per the Declaration of Independence for all.. and my Mother when she was young fought for rights for women.. but after she quit working she was very religious in life and started listening to years of radio programming that mixed fundamentalist religious ideology with alt-right propaganda that still occurs now.. it changed her and brain washed her as often people do become more conservative in their later years.. when Ronald Reagan eliminated the fairness of news reporting laws providing equitable views on both sides.. he hurt my mother’s soul indirectly when he did that.. and all his minions continued to do that and do that to the point where Fundamentalist Christians are so brain washed now that they elected a virtual anti-christ who flaunts everything against Matthew Chapter 5 of the beatitudes verses 1 though 11 and did it all through his campaign promises with the embrace of the evangelistic Christian community overall.. all the way through with the top dog of Franklin Graham singing his praises all the way to the end of ‘left behind’..
so i repeat
“I really mean to learn ‘Cause we’re living in a world of fools Breaking us down When they all should let us be We belong to you and me”
as surely.. Jesus would repeat if the Good Cop version was on eARTh today with a Mother who taught him from birth the most important lesson that in the end and the beginning Love is all that counts.. and i always forgave my mother for her new views of this way away from love as we watched her will to become brain washed by it over decades after Ronald Reagan took the truth away and the new ‘Neo Nazi Reign’ gained a foothold in this country.. it is no joke.. the Alex Jones and the Breibarts and the Limbaughs and the other showmen of psychopathy now gain power with doubt and fear and hate rule this country now.. infiltrating it with truly fake news that i for one have monitored for decades now to see the spread of it from sea to declining shores of love.. and it took some of the light out of my mother’s eyes.. and just imagine for those Catholics out there who say they believe in Love and all the rest as they hold the ideal of pure ‘white’ Love in the Mother of Mary Statue they worship no different than Isis for this role model of love.. you are killing Mary.. you are taking the light away from her eyes in metaphor and literal.. wake up to love please.. before it is too late.. make your Ocean of Love so deep that you exclude no one from East to West to North to South Hemispheres of Earth as one Globe of Love.. fact of the matter is.. if i could become Jesus i would will to make this happen.. other fact of the matter is.. no matter what ‘they’ would still follow their anti-christ Trump as the human being is vulnerable to being brainwashed by the power of suggestion dArk or liGht.. but not everyone but not everyone.. not the outcasts from love who had to learn it back on their own after all was lost in poor of spirit.. just hope it doesn’t take another world war to bring love back as this one is the one with no point of return.. at least have some empathy and compassion for the flowers as their colors are tainted by hate.
ReAlly.. How Deep is ‘your’ Love.. the dance speaks louder than song.
The year is 2006.. and Katrina’s Mother is in a Hospital room close to where my Mother is now… the first time i ever witness a human being pass away.. and very difficult i will add but of course.. much more difficult for Katrina then.. and i was afraid that night she would go to the dark side as i have done in life and not make it back too but she did.. and i continue to enter and exit with the tools of Move.. Connect and Create at hand.. and on that night.. a Methodist Preacher who used to be the Mayor of our town.. named Byrd Mapoles as a flying Mayor too.. was at Katrina’s Mother’s side and his advice to us while we were still fairly young is to find a church.. any church for the moral support we would need very much later in life.. and i must say.. we got it today and more than that from Church to Restaurant to Stores and for witness from me to others witnessing the dance of me.. of the healing power of MoVinG Free verse with Music as the entire Body becomes a vessel of liGht With the SouNd oF DAncE and SonG WiTh allone Aka God in Unison wHOle as liFe rises hiGher as Love as Love as A LiGht oF LoVe that shines BriGhter than the DArk that generates that liGht too.. and last night.. i had some Young African American Boys with their Mothers trying their feet at Spiraling Dance and one of the Boys.. Diagnosed With Asperger’s Syndrome that i was able to give a little more hope to the Mother as stuff settles out with age and experience more as even the original case study scientist who named the syndrome as such found that in longitudinal study.. not only did the children survive as adults.. they actually thrived once they found a niche in life they excelled in that they could even make a successful living at with even significant others too.. anyway.. i dipped back in the pain of dArk and came back again with Dance and Social Support in so many places dipped again and the cycle of dARk comes and goes for now as my Mother continues to hang in tHeRE as her Doctor said there is no way she would be here now if not having a very strong heart and surely it is the Love that makes the heart tick stronger.. and the lesSon i will learn from this is to love even stronger as my Mother already lives in me.. both in environmental learning way of love and innate genetic propensity fulfilled now too.. even to the voice that carries me in song at church higher to the spirit bird rising up to Temple top liGht of Love as spiRit WinGS SinG a DancE of Song that will not be clipped.. and yeah.. announcing the 27th anniversary of me and Katrina at the end.. and the Monsignor Priest saying after that.. aren’t you 30.. Katrina.. And going on to quickly say that i was his Tennis Buddy back in the old days of school.. Priest not admitting he beat me.. three years my senior then.. but me saying clearly out loud it was you who won.. and haha.. he played by the book.. then too.. form all the way.. free verse for me.. win or lose.. sTiLL noW of course2.. wRiTe oN Course aS WeLL.. And to be clear the photo is from today at Ryan’s all one can eat feeding trough in Milton where our favorite waitress is joining in on the selfie fun.. as i manage a smile that comes from Love..:)
Back in the morning after dreams to process so many emotions and memory images of a transit across a river to exit the pain that life can bring with Love as well to power us across the deepest Ocean one with it through time that is always now as nows go on in feeling and sensing more.. and what i noticed more than the stressed looks on Walmart faces is the Mothers around me expresSinG Love for their children.. sadly can’t say i remember seeing many men doing it for their children in fact there were some angry growls here and there from the old south men when the children veered from their lines of sidewalks to restrict.. sure.. a Mother is more likely to let her sons dance than a Father.. and that is kinda sad as dance was the original art of the warrior and lover same for the roots of human that lived a life foremost with the non-verbal dance as a way to communicate from day to night.. with a verbal song of oral tradition to respect the ancestors of before and all of Nature same as holy and sacred full of meaning and purpose where you named a plant this and that to know what was good to eat and poisonous to touch and all the dARk and liGht that comes to Nature real with the realest pARt of all as the feelings and senses that human beings do give and share to relate.. and yeah.. labeling stuff is kinda gotten out of hand now.. literally where screens take the place in labels of the human touch.. smell.. taste.. feel and sense so much more than what is stuck in a box ranging from 4 to 60 inches of a virtual world of facts and figures and art as well.. so where are the sand castles to build these days to touch to smell to taste the salt air of the olden days of imagination and creativity unbridled in systemizing ways.. inside of course within.. above.. so below and all around and sure i can attempt to put that in words but sitting still is still a prison i must escape.. sorry.. ‘Candy Crush’ does takes one’s mind off the worries of life but it also removes one from the Ocean of the warm and fuzzy from the glow of human eyes and the touch bound by no distance space or time.. it’s heavy stuff baby but it feels and isreal..:)
Poetry and art in general focuses on the emotional and sensory experience of life to give and share and to relate in symbols that others can take.. Dance IS A uniVerSaL creative language that needs no guidelines or signposts to create.. just let it go as ‘they’ say and co-create the steps with God as we go.. or not.. and stay more stagnate as choice of relative free will allows us to stay on stagnate sidewalks if that is what we like or told we must do and never veer from sidewalks prisons of the pass rule books that become closed as human hearts.. spirits and souls..:)
“SpiRiT oF heaRT SoaRS”.. MacroVerse from a year ago.. discussing the rigid requirements of not veering from the sidewalk of Islam with Friend Soheir from Egypt with a common understanding that God Lives on a Desert Isle with no books or words at all.. but somehow the opposite meaning that here God only lives in a Book of rigid guidelines and can live no where else in rules to behold… Thing is.. there is a Trump born somewhere every moment who believes with all his or her or eTc.. heARt SpiRit sOUL that they know the wHole Truth and nothing but tHeir God Given TrUth and liGht.. fAct is.. they are one point of liGht and TrUth WiTh God and God of all thAt iS Nature is all the points of LIGht and TrUTh and yes.. even lies and deceit as the dARk of that for those who see what thaT makes for the spiRit of HeARt and mINd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL to seek and find more TrUth and liGht to beHold to give and share for those who wish to take and add to TrUth and liGht as another verse for the UniVerse beYOnd iNfinity noW as GoD wHOle.. but you see.. this is a continuing expanding View of God heAR.. i will not chain God in words or books or any one human alone.. and even in church yesterday as the subject of the days was love surely on topic with me for now and forever as liGht and Love and Truth and Wisdom with Beauty too and the Joy of Living LIGht and TrUth noW.. the Deacon speaking the homily went so far that i for one have never heard in Catholic Church.. to say that Luke’s ‘version’ was better than Matthew’s ‘version’ admitting the book was not perfect.. perhaps unwittingly so but never the less so.. that’s progress looking out of at least one box.. real progress is seeking and finding out of all the boxes as the books and the words and the churches and the deacons priests and pastors and even pope in some cases at least are not afraid of God’s science or art of life for more of a StiLL exPanDinG hUman UniVerse wiTh God eYes now.. the liGht knows and feels no closed doors of words or books or this or that human alone.. the liGht iS allone allnow allreal..as LoVE..:)
Photo of Katrina from a year ago.. celebrating the “Age of Adaline”.. only a movie of course that was real in my case for a woman retaining her youthful late twenties or so at age middle forties.. Katrina the vision of beauty and full feminine in form but spirit.. sure.. enough masculine will and strength in hEr full soUL BaLanCinG as such too.. otherwise she would have never made it through the test of me heHe..R.. anyWay.. again.. our anniversary of 27 years tomorrow as beauty lives on with love always and forevermorenow.. the greaTest gift of love my mother gifted to me.. to capture a Beauty and Love as great as Katrina’s alive to give and share FReED..:)
How deep is your Love.. my my.. how the song has changed across the ages.. and surely a reflection of society as the soft of love and grace of nurturing way has become more wham bam thank you m’am in raw sex as such as pop-culture surely shows now in full view of visual and music way.. a reflection of the changing times of culture as when soft love becomes hard to find.. hard love becomes the find and seek as soft love escapes from view.. easy to find this all around in pop-culture now.. as it’s true when no warm and fuzzy hugs of the social group are close to touch and feel all that’s left really is to ‘love yourself’.. and get the comfort in hard and short bursts in finding Mr. or Ms. Goodbar aS Such.. hook-ups per say and do.. and in places like Japan.. the young folks losing interest in even the wild thing with the opposite sex there.. thing is.. Karma applies to all of Nature not just humans as apples to apples for there are bananas and oranges and birds and bees too.. while it might seem like a hard and cruel world more away from soft love now.. truth is we have made it very hard for the other species of God’s Nature on the Planet earth to thrive and survive now.. and as God’s Nature goes we all reap what we do or do not sow.. use it or lose it soft love applies as apples to appLes too.. and surely.. Trump is Microcosm of the Macrocosm of this phenomenon as Patriarchy rears its empathy-less and compassionate-less snake head higher for survival in places of scarcity but the thing is.. the real scarcity now is not starving death as those folks who vote have enough to eat.. the real scarcity is the slow crucifixion of soft love of the touchy feely dancy singy kind that gives and shares it all for Love and Love allone.. with empathy and compassion strong.. for the joy and necessity of working and Loving togeTheR all one in a furry group hug that knows no fear of intimacy more than quick in or out or up and down quick stroke of hook-up love.. so.. what’s the end result.. less reproduction.. in the end of the Japan Youth phenomenon where self love is all that’s left and people are pushing baby carriages with mechanical dogs inside.. And the truth is.. no matter how hard it may seem for humans.. in the end result of sow and reap it is taking more from Mother Nature God same than giving that is the reap of less sow for humanity feeling and sensing the gift of Life as any social animal does it fully naked together in a balance of soft and hard love together.. the hell we make will be the hell we live but somewhere else on the planet.. room is left for creatures of God who live by the rule of God Nature BaLancE.. Dominate Nature and God and God/Nature bites back.. as Love is the hiGhest power gifted to human but don’t forget God has teeth too.. believe it or not Ripley’s and Horatio’s too.. unplug or not.. and get back with the God of Nature.. Godzilla will sing all of his/her/eTc.. song with teeth too.. and truth is.. it is the Trump’s with the Teeth of God as dARk Force of destruction and liGht from dARk that perhaps will come to a more deserving creature than human out of balance.. are we smART enough in ArT of BaLanCinG to survive… miGht as well enjoy liFe iN HeaVEn for those who seek and find it now.. as you can’t find City Hall that has no Love.. as ‘this peace will last as long as it can’ and WiLLs WiTh LoVe..:)
“So.. who am i heaR to Save”
“Don’t be too surprised iF iT is not human who is the chosen ones as hUman WiLL make that choice wiTh WiLL/LoVe or NoT continUing NoW”..:)
Yes.. i sAid that as just another one of God’s ‘representatives’ on eARTh..:)
And now ending on the note of A MacroVerse Memory from two years ago with “Dance of the MagicK Flute” NoW as i continue an exploration of TrUth and liGht in Wisdom and Beauty and i must say SpRing in January through February of this year with all the beautiful flowers from Azaleas to Jasmine to Roses Red as MaGiC Love iS STiLL SinGinG and DanCinG a way to Beauty’s BeYoND RainBoW liGht as Love to me.. with even reports of Birds hatching eggs that normally does not Happen ’till the Easter of rebirth in April.. yes.. obviously it’s climate change that has killed most of Winter in the Florida LA Lower Alabama Florida Panhandle heAR.. i can’t change ignorance but what i can do is enjoy spRinG as a silver sliver lining of the DArk.. the ignorant BrinG as death to other species and places of environment that human eYes of God iN Kali dARk Destruction lives a reality no different really than the Asteroid that made the Gulf of Mexico and killed off the Dinosaurs to make the rise of our furry ignorant out of Balance asses as the DARk Kali Force of Culture that lives out of Balance iN HuMan eYes of GoD NoW.. you see.. theRe is dArk and briGhter LiGht and The ‘Church’ ideology that promotes the Kali DArk of destroying lifE LiGht on this pLanet now iN ignorance out of BaLanCE can be the Force to KiLL us all in the end of now and arise another intelligent species after they scorch the eARTh with their desires.. around 300M years or so after their prayer of World War III.. or we can continue to enjoy Heaven in the NoW of thIS KinGdom of God as LiGht on this eARTh NoW.. thing is.. no matter what for now i will Dance my Magic Flute 2017 and carry on way ward suns toward liGht as sentient StaR duST pLus me and all my FriEnds who LovE LiGht as a community of isreal illuminati NoW.. with no leader but the God oF liGht who lives within.. go ahead and worship the Kali God of Destruction and imbalance iF ya like as thAT is pArt of dARk of GoD iN yOur eYes too.. the life yA sow and reap will be the life yA live and live with each otHeR too.. you see.. i don’t have to write any of this down as the God oF aLL is StILL fully in charge now.. i’m just like a court reporter with hELping hints.. take it with a gRain of sand and be that grain of sand as holy and sacred full of meaning and purpose no greater or less than any other grAin of sand out of BaLancE or be the AValanche that goes away.. your choice your will alone allone toGeThEr or Not.. allonELove Wins bESt is aLL i KnoW isREaL..:)
Oh yeah.. and this was the MacroVerse where one of the ‘Wrong Planet’ inhabitants exclaimed that i was Walt Whitman reincarnated.. and yeah.. i had to Google him as all i really knew about him was/is we are all leaves of grass whole as God all that is and our soul lives isREal as our flesh.. and the folks at dVerse Poetry land online spoke to this free verse free nature dude too.. way way way ahead of his time in human freedoms that thanks to civil rights comes to fruition more now.. where i can publish whatever the F i like to express myself as priest of the Cosmos too.. God living within refusing to shut up.. expressing all the middle age heHe.. beauty of me free and naked too.. as any Bohemian Rhapsody WiLL do as Free.. hmm.. got a song to end hear i guess too.. as the Bohemian Rhapsody is just another version of Mozart’s Magic Flute in modern age way.. of Rock and Roll2.. pARTy on iN the Kingdom of Heaven or not.. seek and find it.. or not.. the gift of relative free will IS A double edged sWord of dArk and liGht chose your weapon ArT LoVe with WiLL or doubt wiTh Hate Fear..:)
AnyWay.. this Bohemian Rhapsody sings reAms to me.. as obviouSly it as all about Freddy Mercury’s struggle to be different from an Islam culture very adverse to different.. particularly.. so-called different sexual orientations with Freddy’s obvious struggle to be free from the chains that bore him away from his God Given Nature.. and sooner or later whatever it is that sets you different from the norm which surELy in my case has always been Asperger’s of boy you act strange or i really wish you could give me some of your high and what the FucK are you on dude noW in ways of illicit drugs.. and sure.. the dArk side that noT a soul but your immediate family.. if you are fortunate enough like me.. want any part of ThAT you aT all.. as one can be swarmed with love in a bed of cancer but a bed of invisible illness of depression is the cancer that is invisible where the homeless person who has schizophrenia or whatever with a still somewhat sturdy body is told pull your boot straps up on your bare Jesus feat and get to work young man or F iN starve to death.. and this is the way of the so-called Modern Christian and sure it is the way of Kali head hunters too.. just in different religious guise in how they come.. Freddy won in the end/beginning now sTiLL.. yes Freddie Mercury as his loVe LiGht SpiRit/heARt/SoUL sTiLL SinGS/Dances FReED on YouTube to lift the liGht of the OutCast trUe and LiGht.. So.. you didn’t know Freddy was Jesus.. the man who lived for only art of love.. sorry.. you missed him if you thought he was queer as there have been many queer Jesus’s in many ways who have already come back and gone again and come back for more now.. i am fortunate.. i have had one biological mother and two step mother’s.. one who is still living by the assistance of oxygen tank in Tallahassee too.. i’ve had older friends some of who have said i was a son to them as Mothers too.. for i am love and love spReads when liGht and the best thing of all is when i endured the suicide disease.. of Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia from wake to sleep for 66 months along with 19 total medical disorders often described in this long form poem.. i did not end my life of worse than crucifixion pain as illustrated in the book my mother bought on that to prove me wrong.. best part of all is.. she didn’t see any of her children go before she.. i have no children.. only son who died.. but i have love.. the greatest LOVE gift birthed in and as me by a Mother who never gave up on love no matter how dARk her son grew in the abyss of hell.. the cancer spoke for her and she named me a demon in heaven.. but that is okay as she loved me when i really was a demon for all practical intents and purposes when love dies for 66 months… Love carries on when LIGht isReaL.. and the Doctor gives her perhaps.. through the end of today…. i guess i’ll be back or perhaps i have written enough and i’ll dance from noW oN.. as flesh and blood shines Brighter aliVe.. i’LL listen deep within for the answer to sing.. God kNows feels senses best when sPeaks within..:)
A Picture(s) tales a story of a bitter sweet anniversary on the 21st of February where now into the 7th day without food or water.. my Mother is still hanging on to her dear life to us to be with Katrina and i on our 27th anniversary.. sure as usual she proves the ‘experts’ wrong and lasts a day longer without even any help from oxygen either.. just her sPiRit.. juSt her heArt.. just her soUL of Love that continues to never cease to ever give up on a Life of Love for others and never her alone.. my mother has lived off of less than 500 dollars a month in a subsidized rental place for elders who are still fully independent for a 90 dollar rental fee a month.. an electric bill.. a water bill and managed still to give almost half her income to many different charities.. five dollars here ten dollars there and to her poorer family members too.. while my father who left her for the goal of a wife who would bring in bucks spent the last 12 years of his life spending about half of his Five thousand dollar a month retirement income on Lottery tickets in his life long goal to get really rich.. and yes.. interestingly enough.. my mother spent 20 years with the same income of Love forgoing any food stamps or supplemental social security income to bring it up.. as she simply didn’t care about money.. Love was/is always her food and water and no doubt that is how she lived unwittingly with the ravages of cancer.. including bone cancer for close to two years.. with only the need for a bayer aspirin as that was the only pain killer she ever took.. and rarely over one tablet.. as her medicine was Love.. i don’t think people really understand the healing power of Love.. and my mother not only talked to it.. she exercised it and still does in FeeLinG us into our anniversary as love never dies when isreal.. i am the bread of life.. i am not Jesus.. i am Love.. Jesus spoke to the healing power of love and sadly so many people still consume him at communion and never find that love.. as the communion IS A communion of love beginning and ending of creation of human.. a greaTest story ever lived when Love isREal.. iN MoVinG.. ConNecTinG.. CreAtinG ways.. thing is.. if you don’t believe it.. if you don’t seek and find and continuously practice this higher power of human being that is Love and Faith one in being.. You never get Jesus as Jesus and God in way of human hiGher power is barefoot love without any dollar bills at all sinking one down in Trump Towers that feeL and sense no isreal Value of Love.. If you really Love Jesus and God the same as one being make him love in you and bring him to life again.. as that Love will heal you and your loved ones more than any dollar bills of life.. at least when it isREAL aliVE.. My mother doesn’t want any public eulogies of her in the local newspaper.. she doesn’t want any ceremony for her memory.. but you see it matters not as most everything i write is for the power of Love and that is what my mother is.. Love.. so.. every day and every page and every floWinG River StreAm of words is dedicated to that DiViNe NuRtuRinG Love of the MoTher that never ends.. Love Love as Faith as Love gRows to an Ocean wiTh ever exPaNdinG shores that knows and feels and senses no borders/ Walls with other living beings and Nature whole.. and sure.. i go a step further in John 14:12 than my Mother too as the alt right radio stations had her convinced to keep that Love in U.S Borders as sadly that is how hate can disguise itself when anyone is left out from what you can and will call Jesus and God Love as empowered iN us when isreal when those Matthew Chapter 5.. verses 1 through 11 ways of Love are not just locked inside a book.. when that Love comes out to play with all that exists in this beautiful adventure that can be a loving life with all.. but again.. takes seeking finding and not only SinGinG But DAnCinG a LiGht oF Love to give and share with all.. platitudes perHaps but when all you need is the bread and water of Love the communion is whOle and all becomes Holy and Sacred FuLL of Meaning and Purpose as Love to share as filLed beYOnd the BRiM aS Temple of God as flesh and blood now.. AnyWAy.. what comes what may still comes.. and we have been at the Hospital for about 16 hours and are going back soon.. and it is a very rainy grey day.. and this makes the second memorial MacroVerse for a Mother who is Love.. and appropriate i WiLL also say in synchronicity Numerology way.. as this IS A number 77 MacroVerse of a “Netherland Bible 2017”.. totaling 1,153,816 words with the 76th Macro Verse of “Mother’s Gift Now” added in and this one to be named now at number 77 and also MacroVerse number 748 of Ocean whole poem still exceeding 3.3 Million words to summarize all of what’s going down for isreal heRE sTiLL.. noW as words fLoW oN.. and sure.. i wanna publish this while my Mother is still alive as i have been fighting the polar opposite of where i can go in life with a continuing dance of life to keep the spirits up to fight for Love as Life.. and this writing is what brought my heARt.. SpiRit and soUL back to take away the fears of my Mother that i would never be whole again as soUL.. and the dance goeS oN and the dance goeS oN as Mother’s LiGht as Son.. as son of love as i dance and sing to reMaiN Love as that came all naturally to my MoThER from birth to living death..:)
And in ending heAR with new beginnings alWays just another tribute to the wife and mothers everywhere as the symbol of the Goddess Isis was used this way as the person who always puts the chaos of life back together in Osiris way whole as Osiris streAMs the ‘River Styx’.. ‘TRUTH under LOVE’.. thE greATest TrUth and liGht is love when isREaL fuLL and overfloWinG wHOle.. It’s really trUe and liGht.. you live as much as you love.. love does trump hate and that really makes me feel sorry for all the Trumps in life who will never win a lottery ticket as great as Love.. really sad.. so.. reAlly sad.. IS A liFe filLed less than Love foR All NoW..:)
“Sun oF Love”
Footnote.. the beginning and ending song heAr from the ‘Turn of a Friendly Card’ Album by the Alan Parson’s Project named ‘Time’ is.. yes.. sTiLL mY Mother’s Favorite Song.. Truly with Love Time Flows like a river with never any clock hands to hold us back from Free.. Please Dance and Sing Love.. it is all that will save this species from demise.. either now or then Love WinS noW..:)
Documenting 12 Million words written Since ThanksGiVinG oF 2010 or A Seventh Book wHOle noW oR wiTh 16 Macro-Verses sTarTinG October 2016.. enDinG.. oN ThanksGiving 2016.. iT iS wHAt iT is.. NoW.. surELy Longgg.. NoW..;)
2nd NT iN HeaVen TwELve ‘Sixteen
Included as 13 Macro-Verse liNks iN Grand Cross Bible 2016.. 181,291 words..:)
61 Macro-Verse chapter liNks provided in this last chapter as full table of contents oF A 915K Word.. Personal Bible aS SucH.. Written from Memorial Day 2016 and finished and published 7 months later on Christmas Day oF 2016.. Yes.. somE whAT F iN EpiC.. aS thiS beComeS mY 9th book completed iN Star Year 2016 that ranges.. yes.. approaching 2 MilLioN words.. iNclusive oF 12 MilLioN.. over 6 years written and recorded NoW oNline too.. Y.. yeS.. oF course.. ’cause i CaN Do WiLL.. WitH thE ForcE oF uNConDiTioNal Fearless smART LoVe wRiTe oN cOUrse..:)
991K words 66 Macro-Verse Table of Contents Chapter liNks WiTH 5 added as a revision to ‘Grand Cross Bible 2016’ wHeRe A iSReaL Revelation oF HeaVeN is made at the eNd and continuing beGiNNinG aS WeLL..:)
NoW A Third ReViSiOn of a Personal MiLLioN plUs Word Bible at this 69th MacroVerse with liNks to the rest of the Bible MacroVerse Chapters arriving at 1,052,137 words total at this 69th MacroVerse poinT as words continue in coMiNg MacroVerses after this 69th MacroVerse as nows continue to Go oN NoW..aLLFReED..LonGeR..;)