THERE ARE literally AND METAPHORICALLY over 100 synchronicities,
if not over 200, depending on who is viewing the potential
OF THAT IN THE linked one effort blog post,
IN THIS ONE ‘small’ 7588 word effort, as the ‘7000 word man’, haha!, per one of those synchronicities, as named here before on this Internet SITE, by someone else, when it is far from the literal truth, at around 1000 words or so, per post, on average.
Now I limit that to size of singular efforts in blog post links, as to not ‘kill’ the server capacity of the website here, HA! ha!..;)
Anyway, the first synchronicity per title of the post, SiX MAGiCK, is my birthday is 6/6/60, not including THAT in the actual post, as I like to keep some things interesting, and ‘partially hidden’, just for FUN!..;)
And that fact, alone, IS ‘synchronicitily’ ‘strange’ enough to spark fear in the eyes of fundamentalist Christian cash register operators, checking my I.D., back in the days of my early 40’s, where I have a beer once in a while, getting carded still then for looking unusually young, for whatever reason, for my chronological age then, as well, as now;
although I’ve only been carded once, at the club where I go to dance, now, by a REALLY EXTRA-CAUTIOUS DOORMAN, WHO PROBABLY WANTS TO MAKE SURE, I AM NOT AN UNDERCOVER COP, WITH MY COOL SUNGLASSES AND ‘LAW ENFORCEMENT’ HAIR-CUT, TESTING HIM AS SUCH..;)
ThERE IS NORMAL INTELLIGENCE, per so-called cultural definitions of THAT;
I actually have no earthly idea why, IN MY UNIVERSE, AT LEAST,
you would not be
able to understand it.
THAT makes no sense to me.
I have no problem understanding it.
But thanks for letting me know.
To appease you, I will not comment anymore
here in this thread, at all, since you started it,
for NOW, at least.
But to BE CRYSTAL CLEAR, AND TO LET YOU KNOW, this is how I communicate, so if you find me elsewhere, I suggest you just scroll past me, like I do NOT EXIST..:)
Smiles, and have a nice now..:)
Using caps is a common literary device to enhance emotion in language for people who enjoy human emotion. It is also an alternative to using the bolding function that is clunky to say the least, here.
And finally, I do not adhere to just the ‘Queen’s English’, i FIND IT BORING, and chose to play and create with it, beyond the RULE and rules of others,
Otherwise known as TRUE HUMAN LIFE SET FREE, IN ALL THE WAYS HUMAN POTENTIAL CAN COME TO FRUITION, IN REAL FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE..:)
‘Why don’t you simplify things :)’
‘Cause, as I clearly, or hopefully clearly stated in the post above; perhaps you didn’t catch the edit; I find simplicity boring, and instead, will and make real life dreams come true..:)
IN both words and flesh.
That takes REAL FLESH AND BLOOD work, and NOT just following the steps of others..:) COME BEFORE..;)
Truly, the FACT AND EMOTIONBODY
AND MIND BALANCE of the matter
AND FULLER HUMAN POTENTIAL IS
scientists and folks who practice science,
overall, are often borderline PSEUDO-human beings.
HaHA! that IS BOTH IRONIC, AND TRULY SAD, AT least to me..:(…..
AND EVEN more ironic, even science now, suggests that folks who live in a ‘mechanical cognition mind-set’ repress the MUCH HIGHER POTENTIAL OF THE ‘social cognition/empathic mind’, also known as what SETS ‘us’ apart from Snakes and Great White sharks, and such as that….AKA HUMANITY.
Human imagination/Creativity DRIVING HIGHER LEVELS OF PHYSICAL INTELLIGENCE ACTUALLY PRACTICED in real FLESH AND BLOOD life to regulate emotions, integrate senses, AND INCREASE COGNITIVE executive functioning through greater focus and short term working memory
IS AT LEAST ‘One GREEN PILL’ ‘CURE’ to bring humanity BACK, LIKE THE PHOENIX rising from the ashes of systemizing science per mechanized Robot/Zombie minds and bodies out of balance, making the Zombie Apocalypse A real potential HUMAN CULTURAL MEME COME TRUE AS NIGHTMARE instead of fantasy, in metaphor of course..:)
Ha! this is both literally and metaphorically the topic of my last two epic free verse poetry ‘taling’ posts.. of around 7.5K words each..
I love the way my elders can story ‘tale’ for hours around the table.. effortlessly without catching a breath…
By the time i enjoy THAT in an input furry of school.. i barely have the ability to state an oral paragraph in words….
Now in the Twitter world ‘we’ live in now.. a paragraph is becoming unknown.. and even words are reduced to letters instead of metaphors…
Anyway.. i enjoy it and will continue enjoying it.. even if i the am last ‘human’ on earth who is capable of going further in life than..
and who knows.. eventually.. potentially a letter too.. when the human race can no longer communicate… socially.. reciprocally.. or cooperatively..
Some people.. think i’m not intelligible.. as truly some folks have likely never ever come across..
a heArt.. and that is the tale in telling the TRUTH OF A
BRAVE NEW WORLD.. COME TO REALITY.. INSTEAD OF JUST FICTION… in print…. or thINK.
Oh yeah.. and then there is dance instead of sidewalk straight talk.. but that’s a story for another comment.. somewhere.. some ..now.. later.. i guess..:)
And one final note.. before i say goodbye.. the intelligible issue.. is a just a ‘little’ ironic.. considering where we are..
But never the less.. i have been spending way too much time here lately.. and am i going to go on a ‘little’ self-imposed break..:)
When i come back.. i’ll try my very bestest.. to stick to Queen’s English prose.. to keep everyone comfortable…..as well as.. it’s hard enough.. to be intelligible.. after a life-long issue with Autism.. that reciprocal social communication difficulty.. in the first place……
But anyway.. best wishes .. for now..:)
i may not go back to the so-called Wrong Planet..
at least not to post.. as i will likely not subject myself
to restraining minds that cannot see or hear
or the deeper and greater
Truly there is a kind of Autism lacking fuller human
that is a pit of black hole soul that knows
In my celebration of Catholic Lent.. along with
the other pieces of philosophies of others
i do pick up and carry a little
in the journey of life..
i subject myself to writing several hundred thousand
words since Lent Begins in the last week of February..
to attempt to fill ‘40,000 holes’ in the well of soul…
Anyway.. hopefully there is enough meditation musicK to last
ALL THE heArt
Flesh and blood fades but truly love never goes away or grows old when Love is real….
Some moments of love are greater than an eternity without love as a rose without color of Love has no color or rose @all..:)
Lust for life is a jewel of meadow.. that is only polished for love in life.. not spoiled by worries of what ever meadOwed @all..:)
Words.. Words.. dogs don’t need words..
and truly neither do humans to feel.. to express.. to touch a soul.. with eyes and hands..
or paws of Love..:)
Funny how peace plus heart often leads to war..
Funny how peace plus ART often leads to HEART…
Funny how all we can do is try.. try ..try.. i CRY>..
to mend some heArt as HEARt..:)..@all..:)
Ah.. the homeless Jesus weathered and worn.. roams the land of love.. brave and free.. ah.. with love there is no worn or weathered.. as REAL LOVE only feels..ACTS and does not look above the skin..:)
And then she dancesand gives up reason AND worDs.. no longer folly of illusion.. partners her..world.. in dark valleys of low…as the mountains are toes.. and souls of feats well worn..never with shoes…of valleys low…this girl is now..
finAlly aLive..with feet of free…:)
Truly it is a gem.. when people just pause and connect.. weather car problems.. or just saying how was your day.. when strangers are like this they can become friends.. like the front porches before AC and DC destroy what is left of humans heart electric connections of living alive@all..:)
mY favorite VowEL.. hE or sHE.. is androgynous too.. and giver hEr L and she becomEs El oR GOD and add in H before and L aftEr th@and thEn GOD becomEs HELL…
It’s a small world aftRAll…
the meaning of liF
Without IT IT don’t maksns..
IT h E r..;)
So true.. the taxes are on top of the arTist desk.. but art knows no forms.. only free..:)
So i give Caesar what is his.. and forge on with life for free..:)
As above so below.. the flowers of spring most often bring the warmer days of soul.. so spirit flows like roses and daisies to a place where only bees and butterflies dare to roam..:)
A thousand rays of sunshine, laughs, birds singing, silly dancing cats curiously howling like hurricanes are certainly symptoms of that thing named GOD…:)
Ah.. the flower of weakness and the stamen of strength.. and the weary of foliage of mildew and rank…:)
So sad but so real it is when the rain and the poppies nourished by that rain cannot get along.. and destroy the droplets and colors of love..:)
Ravens whirling sentient breeze.. wolves with blood thirst roam heartless and slash the midnight storm.. Zombies appease sentiment of old.. the dove lies at feat of fox.. and the truth lives on in clever fox….paws….:)
But sorry that doesn’t answer the question of wHere the Lions and Tigers are….;)
Ah.. the blooms of cold flowers freezing.. icicles of petals like diamond sharp hard liquid.. in fire of Winter ARTs that can and do burn hands so raw and red in flowered thaws..:)