“The Age of Katrina”.. yes.. someOne oF A Play on words as associated with the Movie ‘The Age of Adaline”.. about another woman who never seems to age.. pulled over by cops who seem to think she can’t be who she says she is as at age 45.. as she looks like she is still around her late twenties.. WeLL.. the Katrina for all practical intents and purposes looks even younger than the actress in that movie.. With Palm Sunday coming as her 47th Birthday on Sunday too.. And one of my favorite things about art is counting one’s blesSinGs in more ways than juSt thOughts that drift a way.. sure.. take a photo of what you had for lunch or of your wife.. as the gift lasts longer for otHeRs to FeeL and SeNSe those FeeLinGS and SenSes of LiFE.. and that’s what ART is for.. to house the sPiRit and heART and SoUL iN HouSiNGS of Vehicles and Vessels that carry on for give and share.. you see the Nautilus arts a shell iTs entire liFe never LooKinG Back juSt MoVinG ForWard MaKinG A Life A work of ART.. and with that said.. be back in a few for i have more bleSSinGS to count and return WiTh aRT.. and i guess i should read what i just wrote.. at leASt one time just for the Heaven oF Fun.. This is my Heaven.. i ShAre it WiTh A World aLL Free in Flesh and Blood too.. thing is.. long ago.. i lEarned the Value of counting one’s BleSsinGS as ArT to bRinG a heART.. a SpiRit and a SoUL back to HeaVeN of forevermore NoW.. sure.. as usual i can prove it as art WiLL do for hUman heARt.. A Garden oF Band Aid.. as in repAiring damAge to A Garden oF Love as heART.. also as A Band And Tribe of aid to otheRs as both scientists in systemizing miNd and Artists in Social Empathic MiNd BrinG to othErs iN GiVE and ShaRE for Art tHiS waY aS GiFt and ShaRE aS LoVe.. And some of who that have retired or are financially as such as fortunate.. can and WiLL DO IT ALL FOR FREE.. and those of us who go BeYOnd the Norm and ComMon of yesternow time as Lock oF cLock go further as further and different can challenge the patience of those who do not seek and find change in life for more.. for more of hUman poTenTiaL.. now.. the Lucifer BrinGer oF LiGht beFore John Milton turned that Bible Metaphor into the Devil.. hey.. it works for prettier stories too.. outside of the Bible way of words.. as Gabriel’s Trumpet story is no where in that book outside of an oral tradition of Negro Folk tales from Centuries moving past.. we are all eYes and eaRs and alMoST iNfiniTE SenSes and FeeLinGS as EmoTiOns oF’As God MoVinG too.. iN arT oF LIFe some folks are not ready to move out of the cave yet.. and others are surfing terrestrial land on feat of feet.. i walk on Land.. i am Sentient StaR DuSt pLus NoW born of Crucible Fire oF sTAR DeAth.. NoW Resurrection oF BoTh LiGht and Love Born now as Love.. too.. the HiGhest GiFt and ShARe of GoD Nature sAMe.. NoW i AM A MirACle oN THiS PlanET EaRTh of BlUe and Green and BroWn Beauty NoW.. And all Jesus.. per the original coke version before the Trumps of Expanding the Roman Empire in Constantine way was trying to do.. when he came to tHiS greAtEsT TrUth in whatever original words he sAid as the hiStory tales the sAMe TrUths and LiGhts iN other words of God’s eYes and eARs iN hUman way too.. is simply YOU ARE TOO.. YOU ARE PART AND WHOLE AS GOD AS OCEAN WHOLE AND UNIVERSE PLuS MoRe.. it’s so obvious for those of wE and uS and i and ME.. and ours who see this from youngest ages.. butt for otHers iT is much harder to see and hear this tRuTh wiTh more than juST Organs of eyes and ears.. so we lend a hand in all free give and share.. a hand uP to HeaVeN NoW as greATest inheritance from GoD and NatuRE plUs sAMe.. it’s what Love does.. never hidden.. never fear.. alWays shINing forevermore NoW as MirAcle oF LiGht we as GoD coMe to LiGht iN hUman eARs and eYes Quantum metaphor unleash and release oF LiGht SpeeD lOve pLuS NoW forevermore now.. so i just picked uP the Jesus bALl and original metaphor of Lucifer too.. and fly with it now.. some folks will catch uP.. NoW and otheRS LaTer WiTh HoPe.. i pRay LoVe.. and WiLL@LeASt thaT NEVER EVER GIVES UP FOR LiGHT.. anyway.. Back to the Katrina.. A derivative of the name Katherine and Katie too.. wHo/that means Pure in original Baby names way.. i celebrate my greATest Lover and Assistant now.. both Pure Angel and Guardian of Angels too.. as this Number 91.. MacroVerse of “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. beGins NoW with title as “Age oF Katrina NoW”.. staRting that Bible on Memorial Day of 2016.. the 30th day per say and do then.. of May.. NoW a riSinG WiTh the last “CHilD’s PLaY@HanD”.. MacroVerse as Number 90.. at a total of 1,345,168 words and the now current Number 91.. as “Age of Katrina NoW’.. also doubLinG as the 762nd MacroVerse effort starTed at the end of August 2013.. along with Public Free verse Dance now approaching 7200 MiLes in this 44th Month of Effort in April of 2017.. along with 4 Million plUs words in entire 44 month noW iN Effort of Ocean wHole Poem.. “SonG oF mY SoUL”.. AriSing STiLL pass 4 MiLLiON words as Longest Free Verse.. Long Form Poem recorded on Google @LeASt and more for now.. ilLusTrated with ThouSands of Music Videos and over 100K of my original photos too.. that also evidences the FloW of GoD sPeak in Images of Synchronicity too.. in God WiNks as ‘they’ say for a job WeLL DoNe With Relative Free and TrUE liGht WiLL Co-CreaTinG paRT as GoD wHOle.. and as the opening tHeMe SonG by Lana Del Ray.. so artistiCally puT iT iN the Center H FloW of Alpha Numerical Number 8 Standing TaLL iNfinity as two ones oF K aS Alpha-Numerical Number 11 Joining Hands toGEthER as LeFt HemiSpHeRe and RiGht HemiSpHeRe oF BrAiN in Systemizing and ArT miNd coMe toGeTher iN greaTer poTenTial of Quantum MiNd And BoDy unLeashed and reLeAsed as SyNergy of Force NoW as the rest of the GloBe stARts to awAke and enlighTen wHole as HuMan Hands join togeTher NoW in LeFt and RiGht eARTh HemiSpHeRe and North and South lATiTude too.. HoPefully we will heLp the infant Trumps among us to gain tHeir Love WinGS of God in smaRt and Fearless way2 and avoid FucKinG World War III.. The time is NoW DAncE and SinG thE PuRE LiGht oF Love.. more on LiGht and anotHeR very special hUman BeinG(s) and heR Children in a few.. but for now i’LL read what i juST wrote just for fun.. sureLy it’s what Beethoven would have done if he had his hearing then.. too.. Perseverance Baby.. it’s what the Autism Spectrum does best.. sure.. in broader phenotype way.. mixed with stuff like thAt Bi-Polar thingie too.. in terms of human labELs doing tHeir best to deScribe Human Miracles now.. yeP.. REAL FUCKING SUPERMENWOMEN NOW.. coMe to LiGht as Star deaTh STiLL does.. Make no mistake about it.. i am A Messenger and prophet of God in old timey way come to Fruition as New age now2.. Son of men and women am i in Band-Aid way.. oh yeah.. yoU2.. And that reminds me to liNk that Pre-MacroVerse finished on June 6th of 2013.. “Garden of Band-Aid”.. my 53rd Birthday hatching out slowly from the cocoon of earthly HeLL.. 24 hours of writing with feet sweLLed uP then.. NoW WalKinG on the Water of Terrestrial FlY Land.. And if i lose a few likes and follows by taLiNg the TrUthLliGht.. MozARTS are iN it onLY for the Love oF God as BE ART.. OKay.. sure.. With a ‘Little hELp’ from friEnds on all the paths of the Journey of Life in Band-Aid way.. sUre2.. count yoUr BleSsingS as ‘they’ say.. anyWays.. i have a luST for LIFE And A Luke HoT PeN.. iT iS.. overALL.. WiTh So much more to coMe nowmoreforeveforrmorenow..;)
And as my friEnd.. Rafiah.. recently said.. in announcement of her engagement.. she hopes her new husband will love her so much that she will never age too.. nah.. DO NOT disCount NoW.. tHe POWER OF THE FORCE OF LOVE as i say NOW.. eternALLy Now iN HeaVen NoW.. for yoU Horatio’s too.. or those WiTh little Faith IN AND AS THE FORCE OF LOVE.. YES.. A FORCE.. NOT AN ONLY MAN.. and sure.. if you want to.. you can caLL IT Aphrodite.. Venus.. or Jesus.. or even Lucifer.. too.. or whaTever Lights yoUr Life aS Love.. for isREaL NoW.. the eSSence oF Love LiVes as LiGht when iSreal..:)
Rafiah.. responds back on her blog in regard to a poetic expression Regarding Love and Dance and Song and Marriage too..
Marriage, writing, dancing, singing and that too with your Babe, you two are goals to be honest. (Three heart eye smile Emoticons)
And i return in comment.. just now aS well..
SMiLes.. my friEnd.. Rafiah.. as so many people for so many thouSands of years have come to A TruTh and liGht to share for Eons never end.. A Golden rule in all the symbols of words and other metaphors that coMes as GiVinG and shaRinG LoVE NoW.. MoVinG.. conNecTinG and Co-creaTing ways with God as the resT of NatuRe plUs of what we See.. SeNse and FeeL from LIGht to dArk beYond eYes and eaRs as organs.. ‘tween sHades of Grey.. beYOnd RainBow Colors more.. LoVe is The RuleART WiTh WiLL that drives us forward to survive and thrive more.. HolDinG Hands toGeTher thaT SPeLLs liFE noW.. A MaGiC thaT iS the Miracle of Sentient Star DuST PlUs uS coMes to liFe from Crucible of Star Burst Death resurrection as we Breathe now.. anyWay.. yoU StILL Live in my prayers and hopes more for you mY friEnd.. and your coming husband too.. And as one of my favorite letters as i write back and forth to FriEnds and maKe iT paRt as Ocean WhOle now oF A Long Form Poem of 4 MiLLion+ words as IS A Casual Conversation as FriEnds.. As Facebook Memory from a year ago today2.. And hehe.. as the Internet forevermore now goes in server ways.. heAR iT aS iS aGaIn Now..;)
Ah.. a photographic memory.. blessing and curse.. but yes.. mostly blessing.. and this a fine tribute to your teacher.. my friend.. Rafiah.. but truly this is your noble look.. as was in the first of five selfies you have shared here since i’ve known your Facebook presence.. and remember your first Facebook go around with your Seagull presence from the beach on my about section.. and now you’ve moved from Seagull to Queen yourself.. i suppose Allah smiles when Allah’s children express the beauty of themselves.. so a prayer is your face.. my friend.. Not unlike the seagull on beach.. prayer of selfie.. no different reAlly than photo blessings of Supper true..:)
Know that you have very special place in my heart. Your love makes me all cozy and baby like all over again. I like you a lot Sir.
WeLL.. thank you.. cozy baby.. Same here.. Too.. And that feeling is oxytocin as chemistry will do.. With real human friends.. Connecting trUe..smile emoticon
Back to the future now.. SMiLes.. my friEnd that is the kind of Love that little children have for their Grandmother and Grandfather wiTh Hands of wrinkle or Hands of smooth.. with Grey hairs of head.. or dArkest shine of BLack.. stooped and bent walk or Fearless Stride.. Love kNows no Gender.. no Age.. no Religion.. no Nation.. no Sexual Orientation.. no Disability.. eTc.. Love FeeLs Love NoW aLL Free SeNSEs NoW2.. yes.. LoVe IsREAL.. Yes2..2 And As ‘they’ say sTiLL “To Sir With Love’.. And i never even had to come to Dinner.. just be a friEnd.. And by the way.. i reAlly Love that photo that you shared of your Family from what looked like years ago on Facebook.. as that is my friEnd Rafiah.. Sweet and Pure Angel alWays to me.. and sure.. in some ways.. the Daughter i never had..:)
Hehe.. and yes.. the way i aged the photo is.. you were much taller than your sisters then.. With sMiLes of Love.. StiLL.. True Love kNows no height or weight either..;)
SMiLes.. my friEnd..Rafiah.. i am Celebrating Katrina’s 47th Birthday come what ‘they’ name as Palm Sunday in the Christian Religion over here.. yes.. this Sunday.. and what about Romance.. as you say.. HeRE.. True Romance is/are the struggles that Couples Survive as WiLL of Love.. even during periods that Love may not be fELt.. And A first rUSh of Romance can be a lUSt for life that never ends too.. as one CaN/WiLL Romance A Flower or A Stone as ‘they’ say with poETry and oTher forms of ArT and even Science to giVE and ShaRe.. This Love.. ThiS liGht.. This luST for LiFe.. is whAT bRinGs us closer After the Love FeeLs that iT may Be gone forever dARk.. i suppose one thing about arranged marriages.. is.. some folks never have to lose tHeir First Loves in heARt BreaK way.. and that reminds me of my First Romance… My First Love at age 18.. as ‘they’ say back in the River-side Disco Days too.. of Virgin Love.. yep.. me and her.. i was alWays the Kind who would want to marry the First one i Loved.. as for me Love was enough to work on forever with the same person in this liFE @LeASt.. And as Synchronicity WiLL HaVE it iN all oF HuMan EmoTioNs and SenSes and Lore of ArT too.. when my First Love Broke up with me on a Dance Floor.. A Song by Earth Wind and Fire was PlaYinG Named.. “After the Love is Gone”.. And i suppose no matter how hard it was for me.. the beST paRT was Sonia then told the trUth of how she feLT and iF not for that i surely would have married her and probably had healthy children as she ended up being a real baby machine.. hehe.. thing is.. i would have never gone to hell the first time and met Katrina.. or i would have never gone to Hell the Second time.. Retiring early and meeting A Innocent Love of my friEnd Rafiah either.. i would have probably never earned Three College Degrees if i finished college at all.. maybe.. never retired early from the Government.. Financially Independent at age 47.. either.. enduring 66 months of hell on eARth after too.. Write the Longest Long Form Poem in 44 Months or be named Dance Legend by the Local Metro Audience Doing Public Dance for around 7200 Miles in 44 months too.. no WAY.. without some HeLL2.. for me@leASt.. SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. yes.. wHiLe the INtense Romance of a First Time Love can Seem to last forever in the moment.. iT IS A luST for Life iN all things God as NaTure plUs that never ends NoW at the Hand of Heaven on eARTh as all becomes Holy and Sacred.. Full of Meaning and Purpose as a Work of God’s Master Piece aRT uS aS pArT of GoD’s eYes and eArs more.. SMiLes.. it used to be for Decades i would listen to that SonG.. ‘After the Love is Gone’.. and it would bRinG sTiLL Tears of Sorrow until i reAlly went to HeLL on eARTh.. now.. i realize Love never ends once we become Love my friEnd.. God is the Romance thAT wHo Lives witHin.. When we become A Romance of God aS oNe.. We too becOme God’s GreATest Gift.. Written in the StARs.. Written in the Stone as ARt.. So.. Let iT Be DoNe.. KinGdoM cOMe NoW..:)
Oh.. by the way.. to more fully illustrate what i am SinGinG heaR in these two Poetic Blog posts of yours.. i invite you to listen to three Songs.. by Earth, Wind and Fire.. sure.. on YouTube too.. first one is..
in order.. if you will.. hAha..
“After the Love is Gone”
“In the Stone”
i’d liNk ’em heaR.. but as i remember.. i don’t think your Blog likes YouTube liNks.. too much.. hehe..;)
Blogger Poet Friend.. rhthaephua.. from years past.. when we both used to link our ‘stuff’.. to the dVerse Poet’s Pub online.. unfortunately.. it seems.. the administrators had a hard time understanding where her poetry came from.. LiKe me too.. or NOT.. hehe.. haha… anyWay.. never the less.. A friEnd As i say now.. too.. As she actually now takes the time and effort to read through an entire MacroVerse as titLed.. “DiViSioN bELLs oF uNiTy”.. the actual 70th MacroVerse of “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. hehe.. and yes.. now.. STiLL.. 20 MacroVerses to catch up on copying and pasting about 840K words now ‘cross 3 Facebook Pages.. total.. yep.. split in half per each MacroVerse.. NoW sTiLL about 120 FB Statuses to copy to make all of that fit in.. at least if i copy and paste two a week.. i don’t fall any further behind than i am..:)
Nice one there, worth the time.
Hi rythaephua.. thanks so much for stopping by and yes.. taking the time to read one of what i call a MacroVerse now.. and thank Goodness you picked a relatively small one at 10K words as they are averaging around 15K.. these days.. and oh.. my Goodness.. all the photos require a very fast broad band access and computer to pick them up quick.. as Technology stARts to catch up with all of what i do here.. Hehe.. guess.. i am filling uP my ReTireMent years with words oF ThiS and StePs of DancE.. anyWay.. alWays good to heaR from you mY FriEnd as i alWays enjoy dropping by your Blog and reading your inspiring Poetry there.. Best Wishes.. My FriEnd.. for a Lovely Day alWays noW..:)
Hahahaha, I can tell but 15K is no joke at all, that’s like a whole book you know. You’re really doing so well, I salute you my friend. And yes, you are really filling up your retirement years. Nice one there. Many thanks too for your continuous presence at my blog, you are a gold-mine friend to cherish. Thanks, really.
sMiLes my friEnd.. yes.. it’s true.. rythaephua.. sometimes i do write 40K words in a week as a literal Novel effort of words2.. And that’s why sometimes i just ‘like’.. extremely busy folks in the work world posts and poetry as i do not want to Hurricane them with the WindS of all my words.. as hey.. i used to work too.. in fact after gaining three college degrees.. i actually spent close to two decades working at a Military Bowling Center Serving up shoes.. instead of words to folks online now.. people used to tale me i was wasting my life and potential and i should be making so much more money.. including my Father’s side of the family.. but on the other hand.. my Mother was all about Love and never ever about money.. My Father Died with ‘a lottery ticket in his hand’.. for metaphor my friEnd.. And my Mother’s last grasp on life was a sMiLe and Love for her children for the only thing in her life that counted was/is Love.. It’s true my friEnd that friEnds and Love are Gold.. yes.. the LesSon oF A Mother named Love.. Aphrodite And Venus as ‘they’ say.. Sure.. Aphrodite has some children too.. as the story continues.. Love mY FriEnd THE hiGhest Gift of God as Nature sAMe.. and alWays a Garden to GroW GoLd.. And my Mother’s Name was Helen which in original Greek Definition means Shining Light with liGht as just another word for Love.. AnyWay.. thanks again for visiting.. considering that most Poets do about two posts a week on average at about 150 words.. it takes about a year at that pace to write 15K words in what the Tsunami of my fingers makes on average.. every three to four days now.. so.. what that means.. is for tit for tat.. you don’t have to visit me over here for another year.. hehe.. meanwhile.. as alWays.. i will be over at your place to pay this one back.. haha.. and sure.. i may write some more Free Verse thoughts over at your place again.. in the future.. but never feel like you need to respond in kind if you don’t have time.. as Lord knows when i worked.. i rarely had time to say more than sincerely yours in a card or your FRiEnD Fred.. i am now just fortunate as time no longer exists to me at all.. and yes.. my friEnd that is my wish for you too.. to escape time and to live in Heaven alWays now.. truly it’s as possible as that other place i lived in for 66 months.. and sure.. off and on when younger too.. so.. Heaven to you too.. WiTh SMiLes of LoVe.. mY FriEnd..:)
Well said, Love for humanity is everything. Thanks for lessons.
Yes.. my FriEnd.. Life.. A Lesson..:)
And now a change of Pace with Lana Del Rey or sure.. could be the Katrina as American Indian Princess in metaphor of course as the Indians lived as Indians and Enlisted Chiefs.. no appointed Queens and Kings and Princes And Princesses appointed unless Disney intimated as such as Pocahontas.. anyWay.. Katrina will alWays be my Indian Princess as any Disney Queen Will be or Isis as Goddess who puts Osiris Back toGeThER agAin.. sure and i guess as fearless as i looked toward my Father as SuperHero.. the stance oF Fearless i Present in Public Dance now.. may be a little comforting to those folks who never had a Daddy like that.. you know.. what ‘they’ say.. Daddy issues now and all of that.. as Katrina never met her Father either.. and it seems that it was often Women Distant from their Fathers who came to me most for the Love of my Mother who lived Within liGht of eYes now closed by sHades and replaced by Words and SonG of Poetry and Steps of Dance.. for beFore all it took with a hairy chest in John TraVolta STiLL Vogue open collar in the 80’s.. were smiling eyes and Bright teeth across the counter of a Bowling Alley Counter.. then.. as the Warrant Officer said.. Fred.. you leave the Women ‘Dripping’ as they leave the counter.. to my surprise of course and then he said.. if you weren’t really afraid you’d whip ‘it’ out too.. and i said nah.. with a look at least.. trying to stay out of trouble and sure.. coming close at times in secluded spots in front of PinBall machines and stuff like that.. Cold Terraza Floor at That Bowling Center i’ve been told.. and some Women in UniForm saying i must have ‘that body’.. anyway.. all that’s left is DancE And SonG NoW in a SpiRit that has no age.. juST Spirit of HeARt and miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL.. and Two women heAR.. and often i’LL meet the Women who don’t dance and are more the intoxicated Spirit other than Dance who ask what Drugs i am on.. excitingly.. as they can somewhat relate but ain’t never seen anyone this uninhibited and free and never ever ending full energy in Marathon Trance Dance of 3 hour tour.. and then the Spirited Young College Woman often ‘tween under age Drinking sTiLL so called legal and tender from ages 18 to 21.. around the reserve of college Hipster guys.. never quite coming to something as wild and fearless as me these days.. just wanting to let loose with Sober Intoxicated Joy letting it all Go Go Go.. as Free Spirit WiLL Do and Do and Do.. not pictured but the sensuous variety of Dancing Woman.. SigNature Twerks on the dance Hall Rails inviting Bootie Dances if not Forcing them on male fronts.. Yes.. Wilder and Freer as Lana Del Rey can be in her Video heRe too.. and the TrUth iS iN liGht it takes all Kinds of being human to make a RAce oF all of Beings now.. i Love iT aLL.. particularly the Free Spirited CaLL that comes without external excitation in way of drugs and alcohol as it’s true with have Heaven inside.. jusT waiting 14.5 Billion years of Evolution or So to DancE and SinG Naked and Free.. yes.. it’s tRue i ride too.. i juST ride too.. And with that SunG.. as Garden of Band Aid continues forevermore now heAR.. more as VisiT LiVinG HeRE noW.. A Few Facebook MacroVerse/MicroVerse Memories to give and share more for Free.. as work-out time arriving NoW.. already eating the cook-out Food now of the Goddess Katrina.. and what better way to present her first in Sublime Rainbow Circle.. of Sun LiGht Behind a Grill.. as ‘they’ say a way to man’s heARt through the Stomach and all of that… in the Long Term Stay of love after the Passion of the lustFuLL niGhts.. so heAR i go WiTh..
Four years ago.. Pre-MacroVerse named “Parents and Privilege on the Autism Spectrum”.. as that relates to Mommy And Daddy issues in yes.. as science does now show “Refrigerator Parent”.. issues.. as if touchy feely Love does not happen in Nurturing a Garden of Love in children in the first 3 years of life the wiring necessary for the social oxytocin Love as neurohormone pathways may never come and the end result can and will be too.. Difficulties with Reciprocal Social Communication and even OCD like Behavior that is almost identical to the Behavioral Assessed Disorder of Autism that has few medical tests alone to assess in terms of physiology alone.. still not Kosher to say the phrase “Refrigerator Parent’.. but anyone with common sense can even see what happens to a kitten or a puppy who is not cuddled with the warm and fuzzy Love with arms away from Electronic Devices and what not of neglect these days.. open arms/paws felled cold outside of Love in Human Negative Epigenetics and Neuroplasticity as Love FAils to Grow.. as Garden oF Love more.. Yep.. Love yoUr children with more than sTuFF.. Pick them up when they cry.. carry them to Male and Female Breast Love them like the Human Species will live or die as paRT/wHole based on the Love you Give them now away from Trumps..:)
“SIDEWALK TO hell”.. MacroVerse Memory from three years ago.. more about MiNd and BoDy imBaLanCinG as that comes with NDD.. Nature Deficit Disorder in hUman way.. it’s true.. much of what they call Autism.. in at lEast hiGher Functioning way may have more to do with a Nature Deficit Disorder in all the ways that comes or does not come in just one lifetime now.. hey.. i’ve changed in Positive liGht from almost total dARk.. AS the Canary in the Coal MinD Dances and Sings..NoW.. iF i can do it.. ‘you’ may be able to.. too.. in REAL TERMS OF ENVIRONMENTAL EPIGENETICS AND NEUROPLASTICITY TOO for Positive EPIGENETIC AND NEUROPLASTICITY CHANGE INSTEAD OF THE opposite place of Nature Deficit Disorder that is a mighty GroWinG First World and NoW inCreasing Second and Third World problem too.. as we Diminish the liFe Line oF Social Empathic Cognition heARTfuLLhUman.. With more and more ways of Mechanical Cognition Machine/Robot so-calLed life now.. The price.. the Loss oF a MiNd and BoDy BaLanCinG HuMaN soUL.. no new news heAR.. as even the Terminator and Matrix and Avatar and Emerald Forest Movies and so much more Art of the past alReady aLerts uS in Global Warning way too.. even more NoW.. Yes.. CLIMaTE CHANGE WiTHiN.. A FIRST WORLD MOSTLY GROWiNG PROBLEM…:)
Yep.. Non-Verbal Language can and WiLL Say iT aLL too.. iN photo memory from a year ago.. too.. WiTh SMiLes2..:)
As alWays.. DanCinG.. juSt DanCinG.. wiTh SonG..:)
MicroVerse Memory from a year ago.. at FriEnd gigoid’s Blog Place..:)
“A coward is much more exposed to quarrels than a man of spirit.”
This is a particularly wise one from Thomas Jefferson today.. friend gigoid.. as truly to walk tall and fearless is to avoid conflict.. and to be confident is to not need conflicts for spirit that does not regularly exist as vibRant bEinG oF LiFe.. And it remind me of Yellow Boy.. the feral one vs.. our cat Moby.. the big domesticated one.. as he hid from any male stranger coming into the home.. but Yellow boy moves directly toward the stranger and sniffs his hand to see what iT is.. human.. those hands that feed.. that’s all he needs to smell.. as cats are for fights and reproductive rights.. As you know i Love the written word.. and the more i play with it the more i engage my imagination and creativity in fuLL of now.. in floW.. iN ZoNe.. but no.. that’s not enough.. as gaining this state of beinG oF miNd.. helped to cure me of my pain.. but it was the dance of lifE that set me free with the rest of humanity bOld and trUe iN liGht noW.. wiTh ultiMate fearless confidence i never experienced before.. and iT is true.. when a human walks witH strength and confident grace.. eyes do not challenge as much.. and often look away.. unless it is the female of the species who is bold as well.. hehe.. i Love being animal more than a human.. i truly do.. as before i lived in ideas in my head almost only.. and now i life as wild cat free.. and that is the best feeling i can imagine.. being comfortable in my own furry skin.. i never ever had that before in my life.. after age five.. but the photos before that show a child of Nature comfortable in tHeir own skin.. and that my friend is what is also increasingly evident.. among a population that is now assessed by science as having the attention span of a gold fish.. overall.. a population where there is a disconnect between mind and body balance.. is a population who will melt at any national crisis or catastrophe of the future.. and yes.. inevitably.. it is coming.. as i have seen the hatred from where it comes from.. up close.. and personal.. and unlike.. when Hurricane Katrina came.. this go around.. i for one will be comfortable in my own skin.. thAT iS a huge plUs iN enjoYing liFe.. as i live in a place that has no value to be destroyed by others.. iN fAct.. they would probably Love the Nature oF iT so much.. they would drop the bomb and embrace the God of Nature FREE..:)
Original MicroVerse too.. in Poetry Free Verse Letter Form from a year ago.. too.. with Friend Candice.. at her Blog named ‘the featheredsleep.. too..:)
SMiLes.. my friend.. the feathered sleep.. this reminds me of my own real struggle with illness.. depression.. anxiety.. shut-in agoraphobia for 66 months.. a perfect storm of dead human living.. and this is hell to escape.. iT truly is.. i didn’t think i would ever escape.. the darkness.. the anxiety.. the river of hades iN pAint oF pain.. that only fuNKs.. deeper and deeper into darkness of dissolution of alL iT meanS to be alive.. moving.. connecting and creating.. but truly i imagined myself out of that place in the written word first.. and what became word became living life.. and reality now.. beyond my wildest dreams then.. but what i kNow noW.. iS we do create our own realities iF and when we are able to find a path to make iT happen.. and blogging trUly was A blesSinG to me.. as all i could find was dark everywhere i turned online.. so i made my own liGht.. my own truth and my own liFe more real than ever before… Most people cannot understand in the flesh and blood life.. how anyone could be as happy as i am.. but the fAct is i aM ’cause i wiLL and Can…. WiLL and Do iS aN ultiMate truth and liGht oF liFe.. and more beautiful than ever when ruLed bY Free and Fearless Love.. mY friend.. the Feathered sleep.. may yoUr WinGs liGht iN LiFe wheRe trUe paTh oF JoY iS alWays noW.. or perHaps wE WiLL Dance iN spiRit and fiNd iT toGeThEr mY friEnd..:)
the feathered sleep says..
“You have already turned so much around by being the luminescent soul that you are as well as a prodigious empath and all round good person, the world sorely needs more people with your heart” And i say.. SMiLes.. mY friend.. Believing iN sprout oF seeds.. And thank you That rates As one of the Most eloquent Compliments i have Ever Received As you are A gift.. My friend..:)
And finAlly from a year ago.. MicroVerse Memory with FriEnd SOHEIR From Egypt and next to work-out..:)
Ah.. yes.. synchronicity.. my friend.. back in the dead zone for those 66 months it was non-existent but continues to accelerate now as i stay iN ZonE oF floW as a practice oF art as the tapestry Of allthatis naturAlly streams along as no separation ‘tween iT and i.. and that my friend iS trUly greaTest magic misSinG then.. back in the dead zone.. and noW iT seems when one goes wiTh tHeir trUe WiLL Now for each individual.. that iS when liFe SinGS the most beautiful SonG oF aLL my friend.. iF you WiLL.. a perfect practice oF SonG iN Fearless Unconditional Love.. theRe iS no way thiS whole thingy could fiX iT self to mE.. iF not for real aLL natural magic mY friend.. with the hUman miNd and BoDy balance coming with the metaphorical.. Quantum bEinG WitH the rest oF Nature.. unleashed.. released.. and sIMply and complexly iN Balance.. a feeling and sensing gAMe that iS beyond words oF i.. mY friend.. yet as real.. as any label or symbol.. i for one.. feel or sense or even kNow for REAL.. So in other words.. i have great hope.. faith and belief the whole thing WiLL work out.. iN caring way.. but no.. i kNow not how that WiLL be.. iT iS beyond words.. aGaiN.. mY FriEnd..:)
SMiLes.. My friend.. i never play the lottery Either.. But some how i won it beyond all Reasoning odds.. ThaT iS my Magic and Most ironically For me.. At least.. It would be unreasonable To not have hope with my own Personal evidence at hand now.. But no.. i still refuse to play the lottery now or gamble.. as money is a Tool that no longer Rules me.. i’LL Stay wiTh Art Of Thrive.. sMiLes..:)
SMiLes.. my friend.. SOHEIR iT’s True.. Allah iS WitH uS when wE humbly ask in terms oF Love iN fearless way.. even iF tHere are no words to completely describe iT iN hUman Language way.. and ha!.. jUst wrote about this a few minutes ago.. somewhere else.. as the tapestry of God fLows when we Flow as oNe iN ZonE oF ALLah.. Happy Friday.. mY friend.. and may aLL yoUr prayers worded or not be fulfilled 10 fold for noW.. iN fearless Love..:)
As i alWays say for now.. i’ll be back.. with or without that Video Clip of Arnold.. to accompany tHiS.. SonG oF i..:)
Hello.. Frank.. as alWays.. thanks so much for your visit to my Blog to wade so far down and to make thoughtful comments as well.. Lots of Great Prompts at dVerse lately that i’ve totally been missing.. now.. except for some general muse iN Free Verse Flow.. noW as i move a little more Now away from MicroMicroVerses.. this year.. to more of streAm aS LonGeR MicroVerses as parT of MacroVerses whole as i push toward a completion of my own personal Bible of close to 1.6 Million words on Anniversary date as stARt of that Bible on Memorial Day of 2016.. coming closer to that Milestone too.. and perHaps.. focusing a little more back on MicroMicroVerse Poetic Expressions that i enjoyed so much at dVerse for a year straight then from April of 2015 to March of 2016.. responding to every single prompt and link in poetic expression then.. making the GodsUniVerseNovel3 MacroVerse of 338,630 words beyond what i imagined i actuAlly contributed in that year then.. anyWay.. this.. “BeYonD April Fred’s Day”.. MacroVerse was a lot of fun to me.. And in terms of “Big Foot Saw Me but Nobody Believes Him’.. is kinda the story of my life in flesh and blood way away from online.. Doing that Public Dance.. approaching 7200 miles now in the 44th month..and it’s truly hilarious to me in Trickster way.. as before that for 66 months i did spend that stint mostly in a Uniform White of Underwear as shut-in.. not too much different really.. than the Beautiful Mind story of John Nash.. thing is.. my wife stuck with me and that makes all of the difference in what is now.. Love,, the Most Powerful Muse when never giving up even when all hope is lost.. Bare Bones of Love my FriEnd.. the WiLL to survive.. aGAInst aLL odds to evenTuaLLy Thrive.. And sure.. not only now to Walk on Land but to float as Yoga and Tai-Chi Like BaLanCinG MoVinG cAN and WiLL EvEnTuaLLy LiterAlly do in hUman Terms of Flesh and Blood ArT NoW.. So.. Thrive to yoU2.. wiTh sMiLes..:)
On our Usual Monthly trip to see the Therapist Licensed Clinical Social Worker for the wife and i as long term clients for the Dead Zone in that 66 month parT of liFe whOle too.. it’s difficult to describe all the parTS of lifE whOle thaT come out in clinical setting ways.. And it’s kinda like my long term favorite TV and only BiG BanG show i watch lately.. as Sheldon was doing Two Jobs at once.. and ended up Line Dancing at a Western Cowboy Style Bar.. with a fairly Bad Cold too.. as i’ve been enduring too.. not holding me back though.. from doing anything i usually do.. and even through my Mother’s Illness/Death.. only Two Weeks of Nude Art missed.. not skipping a beat on DanCinG.. Working Out.. Writing or anything else.. thing is.. these are all activities that keep me WeLL and BaLanCing as BeinG Human.. adapting to challenges of the past in Positive thOughts and Actions for Positive Change continuing now.. but it’s true.. to maintain that i do it all Luke Hot to the Extreme.. And as i showed the Therapist the Video Clip of “the Accountant”.. Movie.. “Daily Routine”.. mY liFe is BeYoNd an Olympic Sport of juST doing it ALL NoW.. looks easy maybe from the outside in.. but full of blood.. sweat.. and tears to get wheRE i am at NoW.. Keeping it that way is still a cross of sorts.. a joyous one mostly with Content to Joy to SpiRit Soaring too.. never the less.. sTilL a Cross of sorts for what i reap for what i sow as Olympic SporT LuST for Life.. isReAL NoW.. and next.. tomorrow.. Sunshine on Biloxi Beaches as i dance the day away on SideWalk Roads and SAnd of Beach too.. SpiRaLinG WiTh Seagulls around the Sun too.. while the Katrina plays the Church and Casino Provided Free Play Gambling Bucks.. a mini-vacation.. hehe.. with a hundred or so photographs of Nature And.. eTc.. Captured and alWays Close to 9 Miles or So of Public Dance.. trUth is.. i never stop working for God all Free.. Luke Hot is the challenge of a Life aS Full Bore Love.. anyWaY as ‘they’ say.. Baby.. i came for the EnLIGTeNinG..:)
Biloxi Black Beach Weekend..2017.. Seriously.. an Annual Event.. wHeRe i had no idea i was Dancing in the middle of an Annual Event.. FuLL Blown.. hmm.. until i asked.. and while i had plenty of video voyeurs videotaping me.. no one had any questions for me.. hehe.. as they ain’t seen No White Boy.. particularly Middle Aged.. could be Law Enforcement Associated Dancing Man Let Loose and Wild as any Ballet Mix of Martial Arts Free Verse WiLL DO.. aLL For Fly.. anyWay.. i reAlly enJoyed iT.. iN fAcT.. iT was much more fun than the usual crowd there.. as they seemed to appreciate my Art of Dance like ‘they’ Do per Ethnic Group at Old Seville Quarter too.. analyzing all the moves..too.. and who kNows.. maybe trying soMe style out at hoMe later oN.. iN synch to the smART Phone Capture Device put on repeat.. And how lucky i was.. to be able to capture all of this Cultural Event to share on the coming.. “Age oF Katrina NoW”.. 91st MacroVerse As pART oF “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. wiTh the world per say/DO.. And my Favorite pARt.. today.. was when a crowd of Folks around some VERY shiny cars.. And These Rides Were HUuUgeLY peRfect iN Details oF heARTy Vehicle colorful DisPlay.. anyWay.. a Dude Threw A bunch of Dollar Bills uP in the Air for Cheap Thrills and i actually captured some of the Dollar Bills Floating to the Sands of Beach along with a rather extensive collection of Empty Beer Bottles.. accompanying the Dollar Bills.. on the ground.. AnyWay.. i Love Different Cultural and Ethnic Expressions iN all the artFuL ways ‘they’ come.. And Dam it.. i missed the Twerk Fest.. yes.. the Twerk Fest on Friday to kick iT aLL oFF.. but never the less.. Baby’s got Plenty of Butt.. wHeRE lots oF Women were not shy at all at this Biloxi Black Beach in very colorFuLL Bikini weAR ALL Weekend.. iN faCT.. as i was Dancing my way down on the sidewalk by the Main Beach Road.. it seems.. i motivated one VERY Healthy Woman to jump out of her car in stalled traffic and start Dancing and Twerking in the middle of the road.. oh.. what a day.. oh.. yes.. what a day.. fun for all and No Injuries.. Fights.. or any Acts of Aggression JuST a good times event.. For aLL Free iN Beach way of SuN-N-FuN.. WiTh me Joining iN oN aLL the Fun.. yep.. kinda like Steve Martin in that Oldie Movie.. “The Jerk”.. iN oTheR words.. i fit right in without a seAM.. oR NoW aS the Wife Katrina’s Pet Name for me someNoWs.. per AH.. when i don’t pay close enough attention to all her detaLeD iNstructions..;)
And after 9 or so miles of Free Verse Dance.. yep.. full bore.. in Beach Sands too.. the thousand mile stare came by the end of the Afternoon.. and i captured some of those eYes.. like all my Friends were doing at the Beach.. as Lord kNows.. i must have seen hundreds of folks doing selfies in every imaginable pose available for hUman Being.. hmm.. perHapS except for me.. heHe iN ET way.. And consideRing that yeP.. this post ain’t juSt about me.. and is titLed under the Header as associated with the Katrina too.. i managed to talk her into some rather tAMe poses for selfies too.. but nah.. no twerkinG.. not likeLy any tiMe soon..;)
And thank Goodness.. the FB Algorithm Video Slide Show Presentation Assistant.. finAlly is not crashing Facebook.. as it’s been doing for about a week now.. so.. i managed to Fit in two Slide Show Presentations JuSt for Fun too.. running Thursday through today’s activities to further Document the goingS on too.. juSt for Posterity sakes.. although i didn’t have room for any tweaks per do.. iN Ethnic Acts of Dance.. what else.. yes.. plenty else.. in ways of MacroVerses and MicroVerses and oThER sTuFF shaRed in Facebook Way of ART too.. wherever.. ‘sHe’ goEs neXT in Boogie Wonderland NoW..WaY..;)
WeLL.. the morning stARTed Off with a Facebook Share relating signs of Synchronicity of Seeing repeated 3’s and 11:11 as repeated 1’s and such as that as indications that personal Angels are looking over ya iN greAteST beYond care.. as far as Systemizing Science Measurable Experimental Method ways go.. thing is.. Happy Happy.. means plenty of Dopamine in the BrAin with many othER Happy Neuro-chemicals.. and Neuro-hormones.. and other sTuFF that Science ain’t got a fuller Quantum ViEW yET.. eitHeR at smALLesT and LarGesT Observer affect and effect as we are most deFiniTeLY pART as whOle oF aLL thaT is inseparable oTheR than iLLusion and Nature Deficit Disorder ways.. like maKing shiny cars your Lover and Bigger Trump Tower Homes your Personal God for Happiness saying tHeRe ain’t NO otHeR way but collecting sTuFF for a Sense of Power and Status.. even iF one never has anything more than a Garden pARTy on a Yacht that never streAMs.. Seas Winds.. Deep BluE.. WaTer wAves..Ocean WhOle..NoW2..:)
And yes.. wRitE after that the FB Algorithm all Free Memory Assistant and Mechanical Robot Slave to me in Secretary way for Free NoW too.. BRinGS AnoTher actual Synchronicity 11:11 Memory.. immediately after i label the video share about it as “Synchronicity”.. and after that the next Facebook MicroVerse Memory from a year ago.. stARts off with words of “Synchronicity” too.. sure.. as i share that heAR too..;)
Hmm.. 11:11 pm.. now.. and quick note.. i’m thInking here.. no road to dVerse tRails of poetry yet.. as other stuff comes up.. but never the less theRe iS alWays poetic prompts wherever i go.. thInk.. or feel.. but i am considering again.. the blesSinG of being the last kid picked on teams in school.. and the bullying for being androgynous and weak looking too.. and getting out of college.. with three degrees but little writing or oral skills in social cognition or creativity.. leading to about 18 years working at a Bowling Center.. passing out shoes and collecting dirty rental shoes back from the customers day in and out.. thousands and thousands of feet and eyes of folks i see.. but the humility.. empathy.. sympathy.. and compassion that becomes me after all of that.. WiLL eventually come back.. even after living in deadzone pain.. and numb heArt.. Spirit ..and SoUL HeLL for 66 months.. riSinG like a phoenix in the cooling fires of waves at beach at the end of July of 2013.. so now.. i adhere to the Neo school of no rules martial arts and dance.. the Robin Williams Dead Poet’s society of tear the FiN rules out of the how to do poetry book.. for the snob hobs who WiLL onLY adhere to Queen Victoria rules in words and tight panty hose and such as those sidewalks so narrow and false one cannot even breathe out of breast free iN Life.. So sure.. an ode to free this iS iN aLL mY style.. as there is no copyright worry for me.. as no one can copy tRuLy FREE..;)
SMiLes.. as Synchronicity continues to brew.. and magic is as real as the observer affect in effect of you’s and i’s and we’s and me’s and uS’ of Allthatis for rEal.. Anyway.. the naked truth can hurt as fully illustrated in the video above.. but the Nature oF hUman iS beautiful as free as at least what science shows of it… in those incredible symphony of science videos we also share.. It’s hard to go naked in this world.. but God dam it’s fun.. Impulsive intuitive actions.. Bi-polar and ADHD too.. extreme focus to get the job done.. yes.. Asperger’s too.. but the bottom line is yes.. crazy than the rest works to get the job dOne.. and some nows iT takes human potential the rest of way.. the point is.. there are many other sprouts just waiting to bloom.. to find them and sprinkle them.. with sparks may just be enough to make the liGht come back baby once again.. iN Free my friend.. oh the flow.. oh the ZonE.. should i reAlly care iF anyone comes with me.. WeLL.. trUly the only way to get here iN the first place iS the liGht of Caring and that my friend is why the Devil’s among uS wILL never come.. until they too.. set themselves free iN Angel caRinG ways.. iS iT possible.. to sit for sure.. to move.. more difficult.. to connect after moving easier.. to create.. the ultimate destination for FREE Of Tree oF LiFe to spRead in liVinG words oF Nature liVinG i.. sMiLes.. just brushing waves of i.. smooth now across shores.. of what iS real.. my friend.. and yes.. crazy too.. Big Bangs don’t go off without a wild and free song or dance.. of other than group thInks..:)
sMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid.. one of favorite movies.. “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.. says it real.. truly a culture that imposes routine over reality of change.. is insane.. or in Einstein’s definition of Insanity.. doing it over and over again.. is truly insane.. as Nature doesn’t work that way.. and the quickest way to Kill the God of nature is to trap her now in words or books.. of hidden lies to control others who wanna store more grain than tHeir brethren or sistren to insure the beaks of children and theiR children get thEir fill and more for the offspring of they.. oh God.. a Labyrinth of cultural hell.. storing grain has become.. wHere now the tools.. books.. words and other.. are human and God too.. in idols of other than God of Nature true… But of course.. like Jack.. one must find a way to escape the camel of culture first.. to arrive at thiS destination as free.. and to escape the Nurse RatchED.. as Church and State and big bLack Legal books.. including Bibles and also rans.. iS quite.. yes.. the eye of the Needle noW.. sTiLL.. no different reAlly than the stories oF 2K years ago.. sTiLL trapped iN gRaiNs Of yesternows.. some 10K or so.. years before that.. so.. yes.. when you first indicated your postulates of truth and liGht.. per main too.. was aLL iS change and thou art God.. let’s do lunch.. that is the real God.. including all of the rest of Nature.. that has been put down to dominating and excluding tHis truth and liGht of REAL.. and that labyrinth of words.. politics.. as state and religion.. hides the God of Nature In clothes aS idols oF tools iN heLL now.. i avoided the lobotomy.. and still remain free.. oh.. yes.. now.. give me Liberty or give me death.. onLY frEE iS life.. REAL.. sADly.. so many others have accepted the lobotomy at hand in culture.. in state.. in church.. as they shuffle by with eYes and hands and feat oF feet.. as iLL gOne dArk… LiGht reMaiNs.. and that’s the good news.. now.. mY friend.. iT’s a heLL oF an anchor iN truth for Tree Of LiFeNow LiGht..:)
HeaRs the thing as i Love to SinG and DancE jusT DO.. soMe folks senSe and FeeL MoRe.. but juST beCause one person cannot relate doesn’t mean anoTheR WiLL not.. even iF iT muSt be ‘the one’ perSon(S) who Can and WILL.. YeP Pers Do And do do MoRE..NoW2..:)
A Trilogy lineup acRossthe sPan of three plUS yeArs noW.. PoEtry and reAsoN..DanceS and SinGs oN..continuing lIke thiS.. iN Ancient MacroVerse way.. heHe.. wRitE oN CourSe PresenTLY as the Ocean WhOle 4M Word plUS Free Verse Longest Long Form poem as recorded currently sHows uS how soMe oF ThE oTheR STuFF getS aLL DoNe..;)
AnyWay.. by the end of the DaY.. i sHared a Facebook Consumer oriented shaRe for me.. in a story about ‘those’.. two men in the Hospital And a beautiful Tale as Story that evenTuaLLY was IS A pArT of the wHOle EnChiLda.. AnyWay.. with 105 Million views some folks probably have seen the Good Samaritan who writes stories aBouT A Beach.. BeforE Folks Recognize.. Angels Do Walk aMonG uS as WeLL aS US wHeN wE wHo earn our wings.. juSt Do.. i give and share.. why not foR LiGht aS LiFe..:)
A Miracle everyNoW..NoW aLL NoW One WiTh iT aLL FiTs toGeTHeR.. SuBliMe.. GoD as ‘they’ sayNoW.. And i’M SaYinG nOW aS eARTh WiNd and FiRe does too iN aLL those ways i AM leArninG to Love God iN iS aS sCiEnce and aRt allThAT iS moRE and MoRe.. NoW iN GOld oF StAR BurSt DeAth aS Crucible FiRe NoW ReBoRn SenTiEnt sTar DuST uS plUs MoRe..NoWNoW.. As LiGht and TrUth GroWs oN.. NoW.. MoRe and MoRe too as GoLd oF LiGht.. And as eARTh WiNd And FiRe DanceS NoW.. and SinGS too.. Let yoUr FeeLingS sHow.. And nah.. i haven’t woke uP on Sunday Morning for i am already aWake and enLighTeNinG alWays NoW MoRe For God as NaTure LiGht and TruTh NoW Free MoRE.. buTT in the SuNday oF early Twenties coming out of DARk Bi-Polar-like Asperger Days then into the liGht of DancE and SonG once aGaIn.. one of my favorite things to do on SuNday morning beForE i Played the Piano and SanG for The Church Choir.. (Dance restricted more to the 2001 Disco Club iN the early to mid to late 80’s then too..;).. anyWay i guzzled a Cup of Coffee to get even hiGher iN Piano and SonG of Church.. listening to the eARth WiNd and FiRe SonGs of.. ‘In the Stone’.. And “Let Your Feelings Show’.. to take me even hiGher noW in the SpiRit oF Cassette Track Radio too.. iT sTiLL worKs for DancE and SonG Now.. And for words of PoeTry to relate the oneness WiTh GoD as ALL ThAT is too.. more and more iN Total HoLY SaCred FuLL of Meaning and Purpose LiFE aLL thAT iS in my perSoNal iNNer UniVerse.. WiThiN.. iNside.. ouTside.. aBove.. beLow.. so aboVe.. And all a’RouNd moRe NoW2.. A prescription of Love ‘fore me thAT works.. A Lamp oF liGht as LoVe LiFe.. FearLess and smART thaT DancEs and SinGs even moRe NoW.. wHeRe NoW iS Forevermore NoW iN and As HeaVen as a TruE LiGht KinGdom of God within to all a ‘Round noW too.. wHeRe allone IS A Way oF liFe Never alone.. wHeRE yes.. i have enough muStard Seed LovE as Faith to wriTE.. A.. 1.317 MiLlioN WorD “NetherLand Bible 2017”.. in 10 Months too.. ending March 30th.. 2017.. stARTinG on Memorial Day of 2016.. Long Term as they say for a Baby too.. iN A 88th MacroVerse of “MesSage iN A Bible Bottle”2.. And yep.. a much shorter term for a Bible as any recorded hiStory or herStory or eTCstory in HUman way on record now2.. to date noW in measurable objective ways2.. And that’s now what2 A New Witness and a Testament2 is2.. proof2 of whaT iS NoW mOre2.. iN hUman FeeLinGS and SenSes morE2.. to find Abstract Constructs2 of Symbols DeepeR wiThin as HOLy and CreATive SPiRit DanceS and SinGs More.. NoW.. unLeasHed and reLeAseD as MiNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL Quantum Metaphor NoW oF heART eXpreSSinG aS SpiRit eVen MoRE NoW2.. AnyWay.. if i have (yes).. to.. i’LL evenTuALLy Do enough to allow the Katrina to ‘see’ wHo i AM.. iS NoW2.. After all.. when we met OuR SonG was/is.. “Right Here Waiting”.. not sure.. if i convinced my Mother wHo i AM is before she died.. but i cry.. i tried.. too.. to hELp her understand i AM IS YOU NOW2..:)
Hmm.. STiLL a little more lefT oN.. “Let Your Feelings Show”.. As A Seagull Rises out of the Red Zone.. and Flies hiGher as yes.. iT iS Sunday.. pAlm Sunday Morning.. and Yes.. the 47th Birthday of what i often term as Goddess Incarnate Born this Generation as iSiS Katrina too.. as metaphor only of course in Synchronicity WaY aS HoLy and SacRed.. FuLL of Meaning and Purpose to the Rhythm STiLL of the SonG LeT yOur FeeLinGs sHoW every day every day every day.. as in original Oral Tradition SonGs of TrUTh and liGht were/are both reMembeRed and SunG wiTh the aLL Natural Force of Rhythm as at core oF aLL LiGht Energy in Existence WaY.. aLL is MuSiC.. all is ViBraTioN.. aLL is SounD as SonG and MoVinG NoW as DancE From DArk aS LiGht aS DancE to SonG as hUman BeinGs stART WiTh DancE and SonG of Voice and traNsfer thAT SonG NoW to Lyrics oF MuSiC as Free Verse PoETry too.. in the written word of God as all wHo DancE and SinG this way in both Voice and written Word are A Voice of God As each and every hUman or other BeinGS on oThER plaNets2.. BuilDinG aNew iN Complex Abstract Constructs as they DancE and SinG A SonG of GoD MoRe.. aS Tree oF LiFe Branching out as Roots oF hUman Vocal Chords expand to Musical Instruments in HoLy and SaCreD Rhythm and VibRaTioN as SounD as SonG iNspiRinG MoVinG as DancE As A Cosmic Dancer wHo/ThAT iS thAT ONE who lives iN aLL coNtinUinG to eVolVe NoW iN mINd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL.. and hAha.. not reALLy but never the less heHe.. folks who thOught and ThiNk thaT God can be trapped in Chains of OnE BooK alone.. trULy thAT is ratHeR LiMiTinG for a ‘Dr. Strange’.. who goES Beyond the priSoN NoW thaT Folks have institutionalized GoD iN Books oF ‘Fore.. Hmm.. aT LeASt.. i have a T-ShirT purchased by A New aGe Goddess Isis to illustrate this nicely on her Palm Sunday 47th.. “Age oF Katrina NoW”..;)
How fortunate am i i am to have all these Free Transhumanist Tools to reLate thAT Transfigured Shine on my Face wHeRe in those years of Mid-Twenties.. A fellow Female Choir Member said i must cover my Face.. Fred.. for your’s now is shining too briGht.. sure.. i guess it could have Been the Son in mY eyes or Sun Shining SpArkling as the teeth that are my sMiLe.. heHe.. yes.. the TransHumanist Tools oF Facebook and Google and Word Press and all the rest of Social Media Tools too.. whereas in so-called Communities the rules are DeSiGned as Such from the Wrong Planet to So-Called Free online Poetry Communities to inhibit any TrUE LiGht GroWth.. sure.. unwitting too.. for any Jonathan Livingston Seagull to aRise WiTh LiGht oF GoD as NatuRE sAmE pLuS more than the curRent BeLL CuRve of the HearD aS Sheep aT Hand.. and sure.. tHeRe are Systemizing Shepherds as Rule and Guideline Makers to iNsure the HeaRd at Hand as Protected Sheep Do not GAin Discomfort from a Jonathan LiVinSton SeAGuLL BreAKinG SouNd as DancE and SonG Barriers Naked and Free aWay from the clothes of CuLTurE And sure.. the ReliGioNs sAMe oF BeForE.. AnyWay.. ‘the Goddess’.. this morning is likely FiXinG to taLe me to get my Ass off this Computer Keyboard Dance and SonG BeFoRE i am late to Church in how ironic thaT is for she likely does not FeeL and SenSe and kNoW aLL oF WhAT she does in relationship to what is my Covenant as Humble and Very Prolific Servant oF God and Nature sAMe in DancE and SonG Man NOW.. as juSt anoTher no nAMe SoN of Man and GoD allone.. So i’LL cut this particular teXt as Facebook Status alone.. And continue to allone it with hows i do the reST oF iT.. as Paste too..;)
(‘you better get moving.. it’s 9:40.. what are you waiting ON.. huh’.. hehe.. at leaST she hasn’t resorted to GET YOUR ASS OFF THAT COMPUTER.. yET..;)
(‘Fred Fred! what shorts are you wearing..’)
See ya later.. i’LL be back.. as uSuaL..;)
(‘I’M NOT going to get your shirt if you DON’T GET MOVING’..;)
YES.. see ya later.. later on toniGht..;)
Haha! Shawna Baby.. i seem to still be recovering from the Dancing Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu but just a common cold to a Die Hard.. hehe.. i suppose i shouldn’t scoff at it though.. as my First Cousin.. my age.. actually did just get over Pneumonia.. precipitated by the same kind of common cold that never slows me down.. and therefore stays a little longer than those who sip warm chicken soup.. but hey.. i slept 8 hours last night and feel much better as Monday is about as much sitting time as i get on any day if i rest at all.. in terms of just not doing anything at all.. and anyway.. i have no choice but to think about you every few days to miss you as the only place i know to find you is on dVerse when you use an alias there in your continuing Ninja Blogs that come anew with new names if they come at all.. and i haven’t seen you there it seems since the new Trump Reign.. hehe.. but never the less.. i do keep looking for you.. although my visits to dVerse as far as commenting have been sparse lately as my personal bible of 1.34 Million words so far in 10 months takes more of a story than short parable-like MicroMicroVerses in poetic expressions to what other folks write.. anyway.. as hiStory shows.. human beings communicated in oral tradition singing as the rhythm of that in synch.. yep.. in synchronicity too.. as i see you currently have a Jung related Blog today that i will make sure i visit quick before it goes poof in the ethersphere of yesternows.. and considering that the theme in today’s 91st MacroVerse of that “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. starting on Memorial Day of 2016.. is not only Katrina’s 47th Birthday arriving on Palm Sunday but a general theme of Friends too.. and how they relate to a “Garden of Band-Aid”.. as in Healing Power of Love.. as Most of my soUL is uploaded as SonG of My SoUL.. Long Form Poem whole of 4 Million Words pLus since the end of August.. 2013.. in this doubling 762nd MacroVerse for that much Longer Ocean WhOle Poem that a 1.34 Million Word Bible is only a chapter in.. of course with One MacroVerse with an entire year of commenting on all the links and prompts at dVerse arriving as GodsUniVerseNovel3.. at 338,630 words long.. so yes.. it is kind of a Miracle of Technology that you were able to open up my Blog to date.. hehe.. from the Slower Broad Bands of Upper Alabama.. in perhaps scarCity way too.. hehe.. down here in Lower Alabama.. LA..2.. County of Saint Rose and my Saint Rosa Catholic Church… all about Roses in the Flower State Panhandle.. A place that’s picture perfect for Both Flowers and Trees.. and yes.. the photos with Katrina are with my Back Yard Trees.. And sometimes when i am about and out i imagine spotting you in a flesh and blood face.. hmm.. perhaps a premonition if you do actually ever move down here.. in synchroniCity ways.. and in the Lucifer Show.. it’s also about LA like the song with Lana Del Ray.. and i also tend to dip my Dancing aS Star toes with the locals here on Tuesday too.. as synchroniCity continues to Roll in as Lucifer not only frequents a Bar in the West Coast LA.. but owns one in terms of money.. where i own the one down here in terms of Cheers “Norm” of Dance where everyone seems to know me by the name of “MVP” of dance yep.. literally that’s what the Dudes call me.. and it’s mostly Legend by the Ladies… hehe.. yep.. literally aS Such.. anyWay.. the funniest part is.. i never spend a dime there past the membership card that costs about a Dollar a night for Cheap thrills.. and nah.. that’s not my Peace Pillow.. don’t need no neck support for Peace.. heheX2.. And yes.. i’M Feeling better already as i saw my friend Shawna on my SmART Phone this morning and jumped out of bed at 6 am.. with 8 hours of sleep.. 10 pm.. rarely does my head hit the bed that early.. but i literally danced over 20 miles yesterday with the Boogie Woogie Flu.. too.. and brought Cheap smiles to literally hundreds of folks around the metro area.. for what is the price of a smile.. just another Day of Dance my Friend.. Am i thriving while i’m Driving Dance.. My soUL Soars my fRiEnd.. so much that the DSM5 calls it a Disorder.. Heaven IS A Disorder in a Land of Hell.. so ironic.. so ironic that can be for those who can handle both Heaven and Hell NoW.. and not only survive but navigate a Sail of Soul.. free WAY.. meanwhile.. other folks are busy selling thEm for Dollar bILLS.. anyWay.. as your friendship continues to be the pARt where i count my BleSSinGS as continuing paRt of a ‘Garden of Band-Aid’.. the Shawna- Fred Chapter Dances and Sings on more.. and i’ll probably get to remember this next Year as Facebook Brings it back as a Story Book Memory too.. haha.. maybe one day after i’m long gone.. they’ll bring us alive on the Big Screen too.. Hey! after all.. that’s what happened at the end of the Pee Wee Herman Movie And the Gold Member Movie too.. with Austin Powers.. And i have the real Hairy Chest.. And James Bond Cool.. A continuing Circus of Play Land too.. and i don’t even have to hide what i do in the theater too.. as i Pose in my Underwear On Facebook and lose family member friends along the way to TOTALLY FREE.. hmm.. what else.. Love ya.. Shawna Baby.. see you REAL soon..;)
Oh God.. seriouSly Shawna.. Baby.. the wife stripped it all down the other day.. and i must say.. somethings stay perKy ’till age 47 as a miracle of Katrina’s Birthday of Youth came and comes and goes as Perky sTuff to reLate.. and i reAlly wrote a long response back to your long lost note of getting back to me from way way before too.. hehe.. And really as they saY in Anthropology way 101.. Breasts are worshipped more in primitive societies in times of scarCity where voluptuous hips are otherwise worshipped in ways of fertility in abundance of having 4 or 5 or 12 or 15 children to better populate the village for basic foraging and subsistence needs so everyone can free dance naked around moonlit Bliss niGhts of Fire niGht Love and the ‘work of the night’ and all of that going all the way around the world of the village too.. breasts.. breasts.. breasts.. every where i look at ‘signs’ in the mall.. breasts.. breasts.. breasts and more breasts.. its’ true… i Love breasts too.. but even more i love is eYes that sparKle Love Free with Hips that never lie as Shakira says.. in non-verbal language too.. of hello.. we are human together.. sexy beasts we are of Love with or without smaller or bigger perky or not so perky breasts.. and other pARTs of Humans made for Love to continue a breath and breast of life.. funny.. how there are few blurred lines when humans Dance Naked.. at least when they are Bonobos as Love.. hehe.. as i extend a Handshake.. as i sAid before.. And gosh it never fails.. you always find a way to extend the perky pARTs of my Bi-polar in ways of Creativity.. too.. hehe.. i guess if you didn’t go hide.. i might have to go get some Lithium.. Katrina is like my grounding Force.. at least.. when she is dressed..;)
(note: Theme Song of this MicroVerse contributed by Shawna on the second part of this in response to her Blog post about “this is what it’s all about.. Mama”..;)
hAha.. alMost forGoT.. LoVe tHe nAMe EmiLie JunG..;)
Okay.. Shawna B.. now i get the Breast connection better.. with yes.. this other Jung connection.. truly fascinating.. oh yeah.. and my Mother Passed away in February.. the 22nd.. but hey.. Your Birthday is still on the 10th.. of December.. too.. that was really hard but her Love sTill Lives in/as me..:)
OKay.. S.B.. i finished aLL your output for the last several days.. alWays keeping in miNd/heART thaT when someone makes it to the end of one of my MacroVerses Weighing in at an Average of 15K words.. not counting an average of 15K more words at the bottom and if one does count the comments section and does not even count two to three hundred photos.. that’s the average output of most so-called Online Poet’s who average.. two.. 150 Word Poems every week for a year.. and at least yA don’t have to wait for all the Photos to Load.. haha.. hehe.. anyWay.. we/ you are more than tat for tit now.. Shawna B.. And to be honest.. i particularly enjoyed all the mammary deLights i found them quite tit i lating as of soon.. And as alWays the combination of art and science thaT yoU BRinG iN Creativity is alWays intoXicating to my soUL and miNd and BoDy wHole..;)
Facebook Friend Rafiah responds back to my last Poetic Comment on her Blog Poem as related earlier in this MacroVerse all about.. “Age of Katrina NoW’.. as follows..
What great pleasure it is reading your comment here!..:) Love is a beautiful thing and something very mysterious in nature for me. So i often wonder about the truth and reality and greater significance of this emotion, hence this post..:) How very beautiful it is that my friend Freddy opens up to me and trusts me enough to share his own experiences and lessons. I feel pleased.
And i return again.. NoW with..
Beautiful Response my FriEnd.. Rafiah.. at a Restaurant now.. Celebrating.. Katrina’s.. 47th.. Birthday and will have more.. To say.. later at home with Ten Fingers Free.. away From one finger play On SmART phone Way.. With More about Love.. coming.. then..:)
Rafiah.. sweetly responds back with..
I am so happy for you two that I want to give you two a group hug..:) Happy Birthday Kat. Happy being the most amazing and beautiful person you are. Happy making your husband drenched in love for you and ever wanting you. (Heart eYes Emoticon)
And i.. with thanks.. say..
So.. Sweet Rafiah.. As i relay that Kind Appreciation To Katrina now..:)
And as promised,, i come back again for some more words about the Topic oF Love..
Oh.. Goodness.. Rafiah.. passed out last night with over 20 Miles of Dance During the Day.. and so much to eat to go along with that.. And i surely hope your new Husband is rich enough to take you to all the best places to eat too.. as i know how well you cook on your own too.. And hey.. as ‘they’ say.. After all the Romance Heat has driven its way.. A way to the Husband’s Heart is through the Food.. hehe.. as i thiNk too.. in the past we already talked about the Five Languages of Love as Systemizing Science speaks to in terms of Touch iN Hugs.. Acts of Service.. Gifts.. Quality Time.. And Words of Affirmation.. As i continue to count my BleSsinGS heAR in a Story of mY SouL as pART of my Friendship with close to Three Year Friend Online.. Rafiah.. NoW.. THE 6th Language of Love is what i Love to Call God’s Love.. sure.. Allah’s Love as you say over ‘there’ and some folks say over ‘here’ too.. and the Secularists tend to call it Agape Love in Poetry Books too.. This Love is Positive liGht in Metaphor.. 100% Faith as Trust iN Nature iN AS Bond and Connection WiTh/ wHeRe all that is dArk and liGht is God.. ‘tween sHades of Grey BeYonD RainBow Colors of HUman SiGht in FeeLinG too.. And SeNSinG Waves of Bliss as Heaven MoRE alWays eTERnAlly NoW.. this lOve has no Science Measured liMits.. this Love is Metaphor of Quantum iN AS no Distance.. Space or Time.. This Love is.. yes.. God and it is much more than a hug.. This Love is liGht.. this LovE is dARK.. this Love is aLLso Co-Created bY HuMan Being With all thAT is NAtuRe pLus.. this Love is eternAlly Now.. And this Love totAlly Forgets Death as this Love only Lives my FriEnd.. as all thAT iS iN eYes of Human as GoD LoVes as uS.. And as they say in the Christian Religion.. when two or more people.. eTc.. come toGeTher as BroThers and SiSters.. eTc.. without regard to Blood.. eTc.. Relationship.. iN SpiRit.. eTc.. NoW.. this Love Grows as Ocean wHole soUL my friEnd.. this Love continues to GRow now.. online too.. HolDinG Hands among all Peoples Now and this Love in FeeL and SenSe of HOlding oNline Hands has/iS the Quantum Force of Love iN Synergy of Force More ALL..NoW.. to glUe this World of HUmans back toGeTher as more than separate as A Hive of Eu-socialist Cooperation.. yes.. to save ouR ass.. as hey.. there are also Jokers of Love too.. aWay from Orange burnt ways of Hell my friEnd.. in Golden Towers.. the Real Nuclear option.. mY friEnd.. is Love thaT groWs hOlding online hands.. An iSreal Garden oF Band Aid.. NoW…. And as John Lennon from the Beatles did NoT say.. in his Song ‘Imagine’.. i never imagine there is no Heaven now.. heAR.. as i live Heaven now.. the 6th place away from Hell.. nah.. NOT.. Seventh Heaven.. Sixth Heaven.. YeS.. And some folks are so afraid of the Number 6.. they totAlly miss the REAL HEAVEN NOW HeRe.. And reAlly.. the number 6 is beautiful even when it comes in 3’s.. or even reverse as 9 as both numbers reflect the Golden PHI Mean of 1.618.. seen all through Nature and God sAMe.. as the fetus gains comfort in curl and the kitty cat too.. and the Patterns of the Sun Flower Swirl.. and Hurricanes and Waves of Ocean.. and yes.. even the way my words flow in form on Page in Pyramid shape often as Trees too.. as the Breath of God Speaks Through Hands of Free Flowing Love iN zoNe oF GoD aLL too.. as ‘they’ SunG in the Movie ‘Frozen’.. let iT go.. my friEnd.. Spiral as the Galaxy that Loves Free in our Sentient Star DuST plUs eYes Born NoW from the Crucible FiREs of StAR BursT Death.. yes.. as isReal Resurrection of Eons more as BeinG hUman Miracle WalKinG on thiS Beautiful Blue Green Brown Orb Heaven of eARTh now for those who realize the struggles of 14.5 Billion years or so…. oF what it took/takes to make Heaven now.. and what it takes us my friEnd to fully See this Heaven.. to heAR iT.. to FeeL iT.. to SenSe iT aLL And mosT importantly to DancE iT and SinG iT stripping off the clothes of Society and the such that allows us in the first place to forget it from born that way as a Child of Love Grown soWn as Garden of Love to share that Love with all others Free.. as any Bonobo sTiLL remembers how to do as an Agape Love of Ape.. kicking back after the FoRage Day of Love and Survival toGeTHeR to rise.. to thrive.. to enJoy this Great Struggle and Adventure oF Life.. to make The iSreal MaGiC wHeRE all beCOMes LoVE As LiGht.. The 6th Heaven.. mY.. friEnd.. And the Song “Imagine”.. Yes.. A “Cover SonG”.. by the Group Pentatonix.. on YouTube.. MeaSures the liGht of tHis thOught.. Quite WeLL.. i FeeL and SenSe iN toGeTheRrness As Peace mY friEnd.. aS isREal DreAM’s FruiTioN.. YeS.. Heaven NoW..:)
Katrina.. heAR.. heRe After Church.. WiTh Some Extended Family Members.. From the Common Homeland oF thE.. Philippine Islands.. And now for a nap of sorts after close to a Literal.. mA L L D AyeR.. too.. WeLL.. Back am i.. after a detour to Pakistan now and Upper Alabama too.. with a Very Devoted Muslim Young Woman and then with the wife.. yes.. the wife of a Southern Baptist Pastor… as i say.. Shawna Baby.. oh yeah.. and that nap i took at 10 PM.. of the passing out variety oF A Full intoxicated day of dance with no external substances as ‘they’ say.. but the Love as/of/iN Crucible Fire of soUL from stARs duSt mE that sTiLL Drives the DancE and SonG oF i aLive.. And heAR.. i am pictured sTiLL tall and broad with blonde to now greying hair.. close to 57 on my own Birthday coming on June 6th with 3 Island Girls total.. originating in ancestory or off a boat from the Islands of the Philippines and yes too.. on a tour bus with all tHeir First Generation FiL-AM.. mEmbERs as overall group as many of these women found their American Spouses off a Navy Boat too.. but the most amazing thing NoW is.. same as one sees with the Ethnic Groups of Mexicans.. Japanese.. Chinese.. Vietnamese.. East Indians.. eTc.. and yes.. STiLL.. American Indians too.. eTc.. it’s the binds that keep them toGeTher in/as common cultural grounds.. yes.. the religions of tHeir life.. whether in brick and mortar or other cultural traditions and symbols that bind them toGeTher better as Love iT iS what sTiLL successful surviving thriving humans have/do alWays done DO through hiStory and the Archaelogical Records as it sTiLL exists now.. Clearly Defined Social Roles where humans see and hear tradition and symbols sAMe as Holy and Sacred Full of Meaning And Purpose.. And truly the sickness of human is when they lose their clearly Defined Social Roles and Commonly Held Holy and Sacred Full of Meaning and Purpose Traditions and symbols of Life.. And the FAct of the matter is.. no matter how difficult a pill of reaLity to swallow.. the outcasts of life have little to none of this.. and that is where so much of the pain comes for those who are outcast from life.. from those who have disabilities.. to those who don’t fit the mold of fat or thin.. to those who are poor in clothes away from rich.. to different sexual orientations.. to those whose hands are discarded from holding more.. i am from that territory of Desert home.. even in the most Abundance of Green Ground.. Blue Skies and Multi-colored State and County/Church of home.. a mix i was of androgynous male loving females.. as boy from Kindergarten days.. could not put words together even with out-reached arms to others until age 4.. and after that stuttering and what ‘they’ named as ‘mumbles’.. not much different really than a Happy Penguin who had not yet lEarned DancE SonG steps of Creativity to connect more.. i found a niche among nerd friends at school.. i found a niche in a Military Bowling Center with a smile in teeth and eyes that handed out shoes from the protection of a Shoe Top Counter.. and after i burned out from a ladder of importance i never wanted to climb.. at work.. i was lost and erased from the world of humanity again.. yes.. i may be a smARTy Pants but i understand the value of religion and i do feel empathy and compassion for those who are outcast from the oxytocin of Love that the tribe feels Naked and furry as friends together.. things is.. things are.. when i was young and outcast i find/found an imaginary to real friend in a man called Jesus.. nah.. not because he was any kind of only God but only because he stood up and protected the outcasts among the tribe.. then.. and providing them an entry to be more fully alive to both survive and thrive as pArT of the Bigger Group of Humanity.. too.. And yep.. i think about those folks.. the Homosexuals who are held back from what they name as a Sacrament of Love as the old paRts of the Old T still rule from the Leadership of a church that has not yet come into the 21st Century more fully away from the Planet Earth as the EgoCentric Center of the UniVerse now.. and the Truth is.. those two Filipino women.. with the shortest one.. still Eternal Teenager too like Katrina at age 47 in Loving Spirt and Form too.. Angels are Bred more than born as bread.. as herStory prays and tales more.. it’s true.. the white Folks of the New World are missing out on something warm and true.. Love.. juST Love that gives and shares.. yes.. i am an outsider and so was the theMe and the MeMe of the Jesus too.. you know.. just the common man.. who emptied his pockets with his Friends and set out on a mission of Unconditional Love accepting hand-outs from those who Loved as well.. and shaking off the sandals from places they were not welcomed to/too.. NOT sorry.. i don’t see Jesus NoW iN a three piece suit or in a statue.. or Golden Tower Heaven.. just a man.. just a son of man/woman.. looking for a place to lay is weary head in and as Love.. so.. sure.. sometimes.. in the back Pew of Church and at the end of church as i am dancing around lone.. in the crowd there.. i imagine i am Jesus and wonder why most folks still can’t still see me until Palm Sunday Weekend comes and the Black Folks notice me on Saturday at Biloxi Black Beach Weekend and make me feel right at home as the Dancing Man there and yes.. the Filipinos always make me feel part of their family like they did at the Bowling Center too.. it’s true.. no one but the Brown to Black people mostly even fully recognize Jesus these days and in my life so far.. i’ve found this to be anecdotally true.. yeS it’s true.. at the Dance Hall on Thursday Night.. a Young Filipino Military Man from who saw me at the Whiting Field Gym came and brought me a cup of water at the end of the Dance.. these Women heAR.. fed me on the Bus.. for free for Love as they treat everyone else too.. But most importantly.. they continue to allow me to see that Love Still Lives heaR.. and NeAR.. they give me hope for the human race in more of what i see than white overall… And it’s true.. at the mall yesterday… Great Great Aunt Katrina saw her Great Great African American Niece of mixed heritage there too.. i couldn’t be any more proud of her like the two young males who were the first two males i’ve seen in the mall of the local variety who were/are brave enough as homosexuals to hold hands openly in the mall.. sure.. more common among women.. but still.. a relatively dangerous/rare thing to do among the ‘rednecks’.. hear.. of the white variety of course.. and sure.. i could pass for ‘redneck’ as my neck is often that color too.. and as i approached them at Star Bucks as the Dancing man to laud their brave and likely often outcast souls there.. they looked a little wary.. like a cat who had been kicked by the neighbors more than once for a morsel of acceptance.. and i just imagined myself as Jesus and said you guys are awesome just the way you are.. and tHeir eYes lit up.. and the Katrina said the same thing to them as well.. it’s’ true.. for all practical intents and purposes ‘we’ are Mr. and Mrs.. Jesus today.. just casually sitting in the Back Row of Catholic Church.. watching what goes on in the News.. mostly her.. monitoring that too.. two sTiLL.. so-called Permanently Disabled assessed citizens in the U.S.A.. both Medically and Legally too.. just God’s and Goddesses no different reaLLy than ‘these’ two women dressed up in ‘cultural clothes’.. that bind that bind as Love.. And as i paraphrase a commenter from the Earth Wind and Fire YouTube SonG.. StaR..iT’s trUe.. Earth Wind and Fire raised/raises the Vibration of the Dance and Song of the Planet Earth and by God i put that SonG on repeat iN ka iN KA of theiR SpiRit ever liVinG And LoVing oN now.. Send yOur Love to the Future as Sting says too.. Oh yeah.. and when the ‘Older Goddess’.. asked me if ‘this’ photo was/is gonna be in the News Paper tomorrow/today.. jokingly so.. she asks/asked.. i said/say next. nah.. now2.. i’m gonna send it to the world And i reAlly mean that FriEnd.. As ‘they’ say… so let it be sAid.. so let it be WriTten.. butt more importantLY.. JUsT F iN DO iT.. Water/Feed a Sapling Tree.. yes a Garden of Love.. sow soMe seed and wHo kNows what yoU.. miGht JuSt FeeLinG SenSinG ReaP neXt.. from juSt doing DO..:)
And now.. as ‘they’ say.. to slow it down a little and come to a finish point of this 91st MacroVerse of “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. And doubling as the 762nd MacroVerse effort aS “SonG oF mY soUL”..too. Ocean WHole Poem.. STiLL exceeding 4M words to go along with inclusive year long coming Chapter of 1.345 Million words plUs.. this 91st MacroVerse Effort heAR.. and now that reminds me.. not only did the nice Filipino Folks Feed me.. one nice Woman offered to Massage my Leg.. stretching it out a little after the Bus Tour ride and yes.. she eventually did my shoulder all free as a trained masseuse.. she was in school.. some people are so nice.. just for free you kNoW.. you FeeL you senSe When Love sprEAds as isREaL hUman LiGht.. ReAson enough as ‘they’ say allone2.. And with that sAid.. some MacroVerse and MicroVerse shares as all Free Facebook algorithm helper/ Assistant Can and WiLL do for me too.. with or without any warm and fuzzies..of Love.. hehe.. from years pasSinG aS wriTing too..:)
Hmm.. not so Casual Conversations with the Folks online at the Wrong Planet.. some hell bent on believing nothing.. nihilist random soup thiNkers as material reductionists see reality as not much more than less than sentient star duSt pluS us.. in other words.. if it don’t come out of the maNual from beFore it might as well not exist out of systemizing mind way.. sorry.. that’s missing half a brain.. by the words of science coming now too.. to a theater closer to aLL LiGht.. And in Poetry way.. also the StARting insPiRation of words written PoeticAlly eventuAlly from April 2015.. to make a 338,630 word GodsUniVerseNovel3.. yep.. in an entire year through 3.31.2016.. responding to every single Prompt and Link at dVerse Poetry Pub site..;)
It’s kinda straight forward.. exploring the form of self with selfies.. and just a stArT of thAT more.. as Elohim for metaphor of anima and animus.. Feminine Divine Love and Grace With Masculine Divine WiLL and Strength.. and sure.. tHeRe is ReAsoN and WiSdom wHo thaT beLongs to both of those.. iN Book ways of Written Words too as collective kNowLedge as well as Intuition too..:)
So.. shall i go a little further with Selfie Poses and even do a SelFie Gif Dance in my Underwear to further expose my online Freedom in all legal ways.. sure.. of course.. but not to the continued chagrin of associated relatives who are afraid of someone on FB who dares be this free with God all that is.. or.. the more reserved in Poetry Land too.. who will turn an eye pass a woman’s naked breast/butt but yell foul.. umpire.. foul.. at the sight of A Grown man in yes.. no less than A Speedo one might find on a Conservative Beach.. so.. sure.. i also exposed some Foul Double Standards along the way of Hypocrisy too.. and after they threatened to censor me AND OR de-Friended me.. more.. i went FULL BORE AND i DO MEAN FULL MORE..;)
Sure.. with more of me Exploring God within in my Greyie Tighties Form butt NoT too much for PG related STuFF.. iN Form of EsSence FuLL miNd and BoDy SoUL.. iN other words.. ouTsiDe of Restricted Adult PlayGround Blogs..:)
Three Pre-MacroVerses from four Years ago.. full of reaSon while i was mostly stuck in left Brain ways of thinking like the rest of many poor souls on the Wrong planet too.. onLiNe.. out of BaLanCinG Force as they say.. stuck in Yang away from Yin.. TrUth sure.. some of that to find.. liGht.. not much in reaLiTy oF FeeLinG.. SeNSinG and ExpreSSinG HeART as SpiRiT as EmoTioNs and seNses (LOVE) more than empty sHeLLs of Words in a PoeTry Book without ART.. aka minus Love of BeInG HUMan MoRe..:)
“The Major Factor Underlying the Increase in Rampage Killings”
Back in my Free Lance.. Scientist Days.. this was the most popular Opinion Piece i authored on the Wrong Planet.. achieving over 80K views years ago then.. and still one of the most popular Google hits in search way with any of these Title key words.. toGeTher.. Original Post coming shortly after the Sandy Hook Terror.. and as expected major issue of factor.. in Rampage Killings Yes.. Loss of Social Roles among young males.. A Real problem.. Males with no social roles.. ending up mostly with Drug related or other Basement Dwelling Video Game issues for real.. no joke here.. for real.. a growing problem.. as humans no longer need apply as automation continues to consume human jobs full and gone.. you know.. the ones with real roles and not just someone who types away.. or inputs stuff never seeing A Created product to give and share to connect for survive and thrive with the rest of the Village in touchy feely Love.. empty souls.. empty.. Trump Souls…
Wheels of LIGHT LOVE with a change oF TUne in SonG theMe too.. And short enough to Quote in Deeper Meaning isReaL hUman ways too..:)
Now.. i suppose…
if a river only flows one way..
it runs out of water…
ALL of thIS.. IS.. greater…
than emptiness of IS
i feel.. i am..
always better than..
Knowledge is nothing.. forevermore…
FEELING IS ALL A live.. NOWONeFOREVERmoreEVERFORoNENOW
ALL the COST of FREE WILL to feel IS worth it…
the wheels of
the sleep of LOVE..
i love Elohim..
and i knowNOW..
and i hope always..
the wheels of life
LOVE AND LIGHT
me and ya..
dedicated to Gino Vannelli..
one of the artists
who puts deep
and to folks who are good friends
No matter the cost..
Those were mostly MacroVerse Memories from two and three years ago.. And heAr are a couple of MicroVerse memories from a year ago..:)
WiTh a change of ThEme SonG aGaiN.. Y not..;)
Ah.. emotions.. feelings that run from BRain to Gut through vagal nerve and spread out to receptors in cells all over one’s body and sure before science the limited but sure scribe of God carefully maps out in someways HOW wE FeeL.. and sense.. there are infinite connections as uS iN Moving FeeLinG.. connecting creating.. no different as above so below inside.. outside all around.. and that’s the thing.. Science measures repeatable observable phenomena and we humans are highly restricted from what we can be when set free.. in terms of all potential emotions.. senses and sensuality as the cAll of the WiLd that StiLL lives iN uS yes.. sAMe as cALL oF God REAL.. when iN balance and Free heaven.. when out of balance and prisoned hell on this terrestrial plane.. Frequencies of vocal chords express human moving emotions to connect and create.. Instruments as same.. copy and expand human emotions.. the tools of human Love and all other potential emotions grow beyond the human head alone.. allone.. and more creates the UniVErse within more.. and more.. as we humans cooperate and expand our potential moving.. connecting creating ways oF liGht as Life WiLL LiVe when FREE now.. and hmm.. or humm.. the frequencies of humming meditation to fiRe and un-repress human emotions from lower frequency growls for the fight of life.. to soprano song of Love in Romance for comforting connections of neurochemicals neurohormones.. namely dopamine.. serotonin oxytocin and yes.. even aLL natural DMT when set free higher and higher as body and mind balance.. and no for me.. no rules.. just move like wind and water free.. and in the video above.. it’s full of rules and points here and there on the body for focus.. but when moving free in every which way the mind and body balanCinG WiLL.. iN terms of freeing senses.. emotions.. and sensuality.. the best way i know iS in sUn and sAnd.. and sUre.. water too.. but with rules come the mechanical cognition mind.. and reaSon.. wHere the free animal moves iN balance to conserve energy and be invisible to both predator and prey.. a prayer is trUly free in moving dancing humming singing.. the way to bliss.. nirvana.. and heaven now.. to feel the naked sun and be the wind and water.. Is to Live free.. no rules reAlly.. balance and free expresSinG oF wHo wE are when tHe cALL of the WiLd that God SinGs true as SonG oF SoUL back once aGain.. for Free.. and this SonG is dedicated to Yellow Boy.. feline leukemia restricts him. in a cave of dead things.. where his paws are glued to the only thing that lives inside that iS uS.. his refuge.. the smells and sights of a screened in back patio.. but escaping today twice.. just to roll around in the warm sands free.. immediately wild and free again.. in the fiGht and Love for the real purpose oF liFe that iS FeeLing iT aLL as God’s eYes and sKin wE are.. wHere we are the arms of God that hugs each other and Nature true iN sands of eYes thaT truth iN liGht.. and yes.. Yellow Boy cAMe back with kind and soothing.. words.. me crawling at his level on the sand slowly and quietly toward him.. as one force oF SUn.. WiNd and Sand true liGht.. And here’s the thing God lives as Nature.. and do you really thInk… feel.. or say.. that God iS happy as astronaut coming back from Satellite view to planet that is cancer in destruction of cultural out of balance human tools.. God iS REAL and GOD LIVES real iN aLL of Creation noW.. to harm any hAir out of balance.. iS to bE God dARk and deVil way.. and is tHeir a price for doing this.. do you see the misery and suffering iN faces of God everywHere you Go.. WeLL.. Karma iS action consequence noW.. and people are paying for out of balance everywHere God’s eYes of dARk are liVing less that liGht of positive flow in ZonE of Balance now Truth.. to pay the piper iS simple.. to live in balance of liGht or out of balance in dArk.. the way back is simple.. but culture is complex.. there is no purpose of dancing iN the sand.. sun.. and Winds of balance free moving connecting creating anew.. but Life.. Just Living as God WiLL do when FREE.. So dance.. So Sing So Move.. connect and Create.. it’s no one’s choice reALLy fRee but me.. we.. us.. you.. and i now FReED..:)
~~ Spock ~~
Patterns of Force, stardate 2534.7.
“He that feareth is a slave, were he never so rich, were he never so powerful. But he that is without fear is king of all the world.” ~~ E. R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros ~~
QFTA.. Quoted For Truth.. Again.. SMiLes.. an interesting Juxtaposition and one i must say Rules and Loves the world in terms of bEinG Force oF human dArk and liGht.. and when i look to the difference of myself and my father.. so similar iN many ways now but so different in the choice for status.. power and money.. and truly it starts iN a nursery of mothers where his mother told my mother.. don’t pick up that child who is crying in the Nursery.. my Grandmother owned.. OR that child will come to think the world owes ‘it’ something and never learn independence.. hmm.. yes.. that part of my father was never filled up as a child.. apparently.. at least not from the mother as his grand parents did most of the raising.. i hear.. but as they say this is most often a cycle of one refrigerator parent to the next.. where my grandmother used lots of words that said Love.. but the loving touch that my mother owned so well.. was missing to the point where instead of being where the grown-ups were a step-up in her home.. when we stayed in the afternoon.. living in her city for a year.. in child rearing duties.. we were relegated to cots with the tiny tots.. and i remember feeling like i was in prison.. and she was the warden locking us in a cot.. me.. an old soul at age 7.. wITh and where my loving mother alWays alloWinG copious amounts of Loving freedom.. bottom line was.. no matter how fearless my father was he was missing that certain something named expresSinG Love.. truLY.. yes.. to rule one’s world iN peace.. iT does take Fearless Love.. as it’s true.. i trusted the world completely and found out it was far away from true.. the gift of Fearless and Love iS what makes a so-called perfect storm of Love.. and i think that has to come later in life when the Yin of Love and the fearless of Yang come toGeTheR finAlly and shake hands with a Willow Olive Branch that WiLL bend yet not break.. true i was too Loving and soft.. and was missing the other side that my father had without the best pARt that iS Love.. but the bottom line iS i have all i need in the Fearless Love of Life and trUly when one has that one iS the King of Real who truly iS the servant of aLL ’cause they have iT aLL to give.. and nothing iN return as necessary to fiLL up a space that was never satisfied iN the young hugs or school hugs of liFe.. Love lives.. Fearless Lives.. both thrive iN Now.. And the truth iS we need aLL kinds of humans to make whaT iS work.. as there are so many kinds of humans that make the world what iT is.. now.. and no.. i wasn’t willing to have the chairs broke against my back In breaking up bar room brawls like my father was.. knowing he was asking for that in his 46 years of Law Enforcement.. So.. sure.. Nature provides many kinds of temperaments to get the jobs all doNe.. but aGaiN.. as i often now say.. i for one.. hit the jackpot oF Fearless Love.. now.. to be a humble servant and truly kNow and feel when one iS tHe King of fuLLness instead oF empty.. tHiS tRuLY iS NoW THE priZe oF the sages of the ages iN bliSS.. nirVana… yeS.. heaVen noW.. SMiLes but i do get carried away iN the out put Of liFe n0w.. and loss count of the date.. forgetting today was the 9th of April.. my wife’s 46th birthday.. just reminding me now that no King is perfect except the Queen who serves him well iN Love.. my Friend.. So today iS “Isis” day for the Queen who never ages.. and one who worships his wife.. iS one who has a happy liFe.. Sadly that iS likely why Spock stayed single.. wITh WinKs.. Imagination and Creativity iS King and Queen iN MoVinG ConNecTaRion.. wiNninG planEt for mE..et..aL… And yes.. my father was like Spock.. married three times.. and truly mY financial independence in terms of money in the bank.. was not needing it and keeping the same dam wife.. for 26 years.. the best bank account of aLL.. he left my mother ’cause she wanted to stay home and raise the kids.. she stayed until age three.. where the cut-off date for the brain in pruning the window for a liFe aS Love ends.. as scientists now say.. so his gift to me.. was leaving me with Love and his future dream of money too.. Human Life is ironic and magical too.. as dARk leads to liFe in so many curses and gifts iN real LiGhT2..:)
AdditionAlly per the topic of this for now ending MacroVerse per “Age of Katrina NoW”..
Photo of Katrina with her Sister to her Amusement and per a little Comic Tragedy at 5 years younger has been mistaken in Public for Katrina’S Mother.. Celebrating the Ageless Goddess Isis.. from three years ago..:)
And now a photo from a year ago.. illustrating Fully that the Katrina gets Kool Aid from me.. often reTaLinG a Story that when we met and i was poor IN BUCKS RICH IN SPIRIT.. i promised she would never age if she let me take her hand.. as ‘they’ saY iN marriage way2 and i say2 in myth and fable and legend way going down for isREaL ReaLiTy sHow NoW2.. oh yeah.. and when i compared the Katrina to the age of Adaline in church last year.. i roused her temperament to red.. with blush.. so this year at Church i stood up PROUDLY AND SAID.. from the back row.. i will add as this voice comes atomicAlly BooMinG through NOW2.. “i’ve Been Cautioned not to go on all about how the Lovely Wife Katrina never ages.. but i digress.. never the less.. she turns age 47 today.. on Palm Sunday”.. yeS.. success as i phrased it just enough for the Katrina to sinK iN her seat.. and not get the really red face of mad against me.. heHe.. And as i exited the Church.. i told the old Tennis Buddy/Now Monsignor.. from High School Days in 1975.. And Square Nerd like me in the Beta Club for Top Ten School Mates and Eleven for me out of a class of.. 381.. yes.. i said animately as i am now curved and no longer square and plastic in steps and words.. “You kNow.. Mike.. i was voted the Wittiest Boy in 2nd Grade at Private Catholic School”.. and i guess he thought i was reciting a poem again.. in his divided attention.. shaking several hundred hands of worship coming out of the Church as he just said.. “Fred.. that’s reAlly Beautiful Fred.. that’s ReAlly Beautiful”.. me thinking a chuckle was/is warranted.. haha.. AnyWay.. when i received that reward at the end of 2nd Grade in the rigors and stress of Catholic Private Big School then.. i had no frigging idea what witty meant.. hoping it meant i was smART but more than likely meaning i was/am an All Natural Sacred Fool.. then2.. AnyWay.. the bottom lines of all this Sacred Fool Chatter/Dance/ SonG IS All my efForT iN aLL i do/did led/leads to the Biggest Human Reward/Prize of/aS Katrina Now2.. See.. the thing is.. i am/was alReady Gifted with the GreaTest Reward of my liFe before i even earned it NoW.. iN Humble Zealot Servant of God aS naTuRe sAMe.. So.. ThE RiVeR karMa FlowS oN.. reMeMber.. no diStance.. sPace.. or tiMe.. WHEN LOVE..:)
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.. NoW..:)
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..;)
The Joy of Dance.. A Record of over a thousand Smiling Faces.. yes.. mostly Women and me.. at Old Seville Quarter.. iN a record of three years of Dancing tHeRe.. and note.. in the last liNk.. the Blog Spot Blogger Version of this doesn’t include all the pictures aS iT has limits more than me.. And WordPresS.. heHe.. WitH aLL the photos heRe.. iNcluded iN tHese WordPress LiNks..:)
MesSage iN A Bible Bottle as liNked aBove… The 88th MacroVerse of “Nether Land Bible 2017”.. As juST aNotheR MileSToNe.. aS the Bible aRiSes to 1,317,310 words iN A 10th Month Effort.. Since the BegINNinG MacroVerse Publish on Memorial Day of 2016.. titLed as First MacroVerse then.. As “tSuNaMi 7th WaVe oF LoVe” aS liNked below..:)