KATiE MiA/Aghogday: EMPiRE Force Love

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

EMPiRE Force Love

Posted on September 30, 2015by katiemiafrederick

Ha! Shawna..

i can metaphor but like Abe says

i cannot tale a lie.. i have to put at

least quotes around THAT to hint that it is only metaphor..

sMiles.. again.. and i feel your rib.. Shawna.. Eve.. or Adam.. and to be brutAlly honest.. most of the time i think you are X.. but at SOME NOWS.. you seem realZ as Shawna too.. it WiLL be nice to have one more friend.. but if it is all X.. that is enough too.. for so few of who see all of who i am.. and are brave enough to come here and encourage me face to face..:)

But anyway.. Pope Francis is the first REAL Pope-FACEBOOKLIKE INCARNATION of Jesus that i know of as the Catholic religion is both me and my Grandfather Leo’s special interest.. as a Catholic Priest and Legal Counsel to the Vatican in his role as priest there.. then off to South Africa.. and finally Taylor county Florida where he weds and eventually beds his 17 year-old Cajun wife.. my grandmother.. he 36 years old.. and not nearly as scandalous as the Catholic Church dirt more fully exposed in recent years..

Yes.. Pope Francis wears the real sandals of Jesus.. a Chemistry Major..

a Bar Bouncer and Harley Driver.. the dude comes in out of the

Ivory Tower.. and has real life experience

before he starts out as Priest..

a welcome breath of fresh air..

of locked in priests in

seminaries

from youth..

sheltered before

that by overbearing conservative

fundamentalist leaning Catholics..

He IS THE REAL DEAL.. and oh GOD.. isn’t Modern graphics amazing.. he does look real in those photos.. and although he likely will never promote what i do.. publicAlly or ever know me.. at least in how most people view the world in statistical probability..

i FEEL HE WILL TOTALLY AGREE WITH WHAT i do..

outside the Labyrinth ruling Catholic Church..

But here’s the deal.. breaker of MAKER..

religion rules.. it has for thousands of years..

and since the folks in religion are the one’s MOREOVER AND MOREUNDER doing the reproducing.. REAL Emotional change of human heArt.. SPIRIT.. AND SOUL.. must come from inside the church walls.. eventually.. to make real change a reality around the globe in the two major religions of Islam and Christianity..

These two religions.. and others of course.. along with some secular ways of living.. are doing the environment AND GOD AS WHOLE ALLONE.. a great injustice by abhorring GOD’s Nature’s REAL BALANCE.. IN ALL NATURAL HUMAN AND OTHER ANIMAL WAYS OF homosexuality.. and methods of birth control.. of which we have kinder more gentler technological ways of doing that

THANKS GOD.. than the infanticide of

hundreds of thousands of years..

by humans and other social animals alike.. who will

DO WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR THE species as whole to survive.. including the immediate blood relatives.. who are already here and viable.. when physical and yes.. the emotional resources of stress induced life become low.. yes.. intolerably LOW for continued OVERALL survival..

It’s like the Presidency.. the times are changing.. we get Bill who admits to holding it in his mouth but not inhaling.. and then the new definition of sex.. from some seed on Monica’s Dress.. and the SUPER PSYCHOPATHIC LEANING

ADMINISTRATION OF GW.. OUTSIDE OF the real human General Colin Powell.. and the OH MY GOD Reggae King Obama.. with Dreadlocks or NOT.. side note.. massive Thunderstorm here since midnight.. better post.. save.. and

resume this comment before IT Knocks IT off the Internet..

and will continue it on..

in case you come back

before i finish

in this

comment here..;)

*side note:..
we get 11
inches of
rain..;)
*end side note..

Okay.. but anyway.. before i forget.. thanks for all the nice compliments and encouraging words that you bring here today for me.. people do give me feedback in real life.. that i inspire them.. with compliments ranging up to Dance Legend/Hero or haha! Dance icon for my metro area.. that i canNOT imagine and or

FATHOM i will ever hear in life.. as a 66 month shut in.. in my bedroom.. with only computer screen for eyes.. and little human feelings.. where all is PAIN instead of emotional life of human being

TRUE FEELINGS OF OCEAN HUMAN EYES

AND EARS IN FEELING SENSING NOW..

AND when i am in middle school and an outcast.. with so much heart.. and a fragile body then as gifted by GOD.. i wanna be a track star.. a basketball player.. a football player.. so.. so much more.. but my arms are but string beans and when i strip naked at night.. my body is a flat board of weakness.. but again there is that heart inside.. that spirit that shines so bright.. even though the soul of me is so far out of balance in mind and body as whole.. so i dream one night that i become a rainbow.. so tall and strong.. and i am saving the world.. just saving the world..

And Jesus becomes my besTest friend.. no.. not in church.. and no.. not even in bible.. but in a song named ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’.. as i play the piano in middle school by sheet music.. and i have the whole song book in piano about Jesus Christ Superstar and i wanna bring Jesus back to life now.. yes.. i wanna be Jesus.. and now at Catholic Church my Monsignor Mike Priest who is my old high school nerd buddy in Tennis.. tales us

THAT is our goal IN METAPHOR AND LITERAL REALITY..

as Catholics.. when we eat that bread and drink

that wine as metaphor for THE REAL HUMAN

JESUS.. WHO SACRIFICES HIS

FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE AS BREAD AND WINE..

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL OF US AND THE REST OF

NATURE TRUTH AND LIGHT AKA GOD..:)

Yeah.. we could have been in ‘The Big Bang Theory’ TV show then.. both of US.. (JESUS OR MIKE… YOUR GUESS HEHe!) top 10.. school material .. well yeah.. i come in at 11 out of 381 tied with my best friend Lynn.. to tale the truth.. the whole truth and nothing but the truth.. like Abe.. but anyway all i can do then.. is play the song Jesus Christ SuperStar in a talent show and i am so rocked by emotional spirit inside.. that after i play the song i can barely walk straight and i already have enough problems with motor control.. anyway.. and the audience of school peers erupt in laughter.. as i look like a roach who has just hit a can OF Raid with a deep INHALE.. OF IT..

OKAY.. i can laugh at it now too.. but then.. it was like my way back in.. the only thing special i could do to be finAlly liked by the crowd.. and i feel then.. that they cannot feel the Spirit of Christ in me.. as it should be so overwhelming it drives a person to their knees in ecstasy of feeling the spirit of GOD inside us outside us.. above so below.. and all around us.. oh well.. anyway.. my mixed striped Dachshund still Loves me Unconditionally then.. before i find him on the side of the road.. escaping the fence later that year.. and greets me when i make the long lonely walk home from school.. and i have to pee so bad that i pee in my pants on my front porch before i get in as i can no longer hold it.. FUCKING CULTURE..

bust a bladder..

cause ya can’t even pee in the woods legal..

on the side of the roads.. FUCK CULTURE.. but i digress.. wInks..;)

Oh yeah.. and then high school.. and i am in the football stands dreaming of being a football star imagining running back and forth across the field carrying the ball to multiple touchdowns.. as i do have fast skinny BARE feet.. like ‘Forrest’ then.. where i get in track for one year.. without getting too sidetracked..

my fellow African American Athlete runners say THAT

white boy can sure run.. but dam.. his legs kick up

everywhere and his feet are all over the place..

hmm.. somethings never change.. wiNks as i digress again..;)

Ah.. 16.. my first Penthouse magazine.. and finally i figure out what sex.. THE ALL THE WAY ACT.. really is.. but Penthouse don’t let you see the ocean inside.. all pink and wet.. in waves of pleasure dome way.. i am curious.. oH GOD YES.. I AM SO DAM CURIOUS.. so i get in front of the mirror to practice dance.. yeah.. just like ‘Napoleon Dynamite’.. although i do not raise my arms to sky.. as where i come from.. that is all too gay.. and boys will be beat to the ground if they even try to do that one time.. but yeah.. i shake my bootie.. and start to attract a few girls at the school dance.. at least enough to dance.. AND even get invited to a Beau dance the year before..

And some dance after.. with a ‘cougar girl’

who is just a year or two older then me..

and too wild for me then.. to get WHAT SHE’S REALLY AFTER..

’cause yeah.. i am still a really romantic boy.. who loves the movie ‘THE WAY WE WERE’ AND I have a crush on a nerd Tom Boy girl named Tammy two years my senior in Beta Club..

and i am crushed when she gets her football hero boyfriend.. and i am just on the sidelines still of life.. and there is my best friend.. Lynn.. who I Love so much as friend.. and Love her so much.. i cannot even imagine having sex with her.. as everyone says it is a dirty thing to do then.. even though your body wants to do it so much.. yeah.. YES!

FUCK YES.. then..

OH nO! THE START OF

MIND AND BODY SEPARATION.. RIGHT THERE AND THEN.. FUCKING CULTURE.. FUCKING RELIGION.. AND THEN FUCKING CATHOLIC CHURCH CONVINCES ME THAT GIRLS WHO DO THE WILD THING BEFORE MARRIAGE ARE JUST SLUTS AND WHORES.. FUCKING RELIGION.. FUCKING CATHOLIC CHURCH.. THEN YOU LIE.. YOU.. YOU LIE.. YOU FUCKERS.. YOU LIE ABOUT GOD’S NATURE..

yes.. a little resentment i guess..

over fundamentalist ways of church life..

so far away from the REAL MAN JESUS..

And yeah.. when i do meet my first real girlfriend.. in the fleshy touchy ways of petting life.. i drill her about IF she is a virgin.. ’cause that is what the grade to attain for girls is then.. and i am so F*KInG uptight about everything.. and the end comes on a dance floor where the song ‘After the Love is Gone’.. comes on.. 10 months into my first Love that feels like an eternity.. and she tales me she just doesn’t Love me anymore..

And i am crushed to BELOW the DANCE Floor of LIFe as that is the first and last human up to that point.. other than family who i feel really loves me deep and will never cast me away.. and she does it so easy.. and i feel i could never do that to another human being.. but eventually do to one girl.. yes two.. years later.. when i get better looking at about age 26.. as i am a sinner too.. who has their selfish moments of coldhearted human being.. when i get a little stronger and can ‘afford it’.. and

GOD teaches me all about humility at ages 47 to 53..

and i do my penance then.. in hell.. in real life then..

with 19 medical disorders.. for trying to be perfect..

to be accepted by the crowd.. and finally i say

FUCK IT.. AND JUST LOVE

UNCONDITIONALLY NO MATTER WHAT..

and rise again.. more FULLY ALIVE THAN EVER BEFORE..

AND yeah.. in between.. after first Girl Friend Sonia.. severe ACUTE depression.. my only REAL friend Renee.. then.. who i meet at the Navy Station pool.. COMING ALIVE shortly again.. like static off and on.. in 1980/81.. who confides in me that her father molests her.. yeah.. the one who pulls a trigger to her head in her father’s bed.. years later.. with a military husband and two loving children..

And she is attracted to me as friend.. THEN BEFORE as she can see the Love still gifted in me as gift provided by my Mother’s Unconditional Love from Childhood.. Renee moves away.. Pen Pal.. for awhile.. College for me.. further away from high school old friends.. lonely janitor job.. social isolation further and further.. until i die inside.. and one early September day in 1981.. spark comes to me in class.. i feel the desire to reach out and open up to other human beings.. i am drawn to the beach..

i just want to escape again in GOD’s arms like I did back then..

in middle school.. when i play the entire folio of

‘Jesus Christ SuperStar’ over and over again..

on my antique piano on River front

grandmother’s home.. yes..

the same piece of land by the pier and the bridge..

here in photos.. home now torn down.. where at age 3..

before i can speak.. i feel GOD as Nature

looking cross that River FEELING THEN..

TOTaLLY COMFORTABLE IN MY OWN SKIN..

AS I HAVE BEEN HERE FOREVER WITH GOD ALIVE.. until school.. Catholic Kindergarden first at age 5 starts to take GOD away from me.. in mechanical cognition ways of thinking.. when i become a Straight A more or less.. and nothing else.. Oh and yeah.. side note.. we live a Year in Tallahassee.. closer to my father.. as my mother thinks i need the influence of a father and yes.. she is correct.. but it only lasts a year in bits and pieces on weekends.. before we head back to River Front home.. with my maternal grandmother.. who we call MamaWese.. as her name is Louise..:)

We go to Catholic Private School for that one year..

in second grade.. ’67.. yeah when.. the Beatle’s Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely

Hearts club Band Album comes out.. yes.. i always Love Pop-culture ART..

even then.. like Lady Gaga says it still lives in me.. Applause (the song) hehe!.. yes private school.. financed by

Cajun Grandmother.. who is then..

a fairly well-off business woman..

and the school is much

harder than the

little two story one.. up the hill..

walking distance.. from River Front home..

i have to catch way up.. and get an award for the Wittiest Boy at the end of the year.. i have no idea what that really means until decades later.. as figurative metaphors are hard for me to figure out.. then.. in finer details of definitions and the way i use ’em if they sound right to me.. rather than by definition alone.. unconventionally.. i guess.. make me witty funny then.. and maybe now.. here and tHere hehe!..;)

So yes.. i digress again.. but yes.. the spirit of GOD

calls me to the beach.. i drive in a trance-like state

of mind and body.. i start walking on the beach..

walking walking walking.. hearing.. NO..

NOT literal voices in my head..

but genetic memories of human archetypes of

my cultural religious icons like Moses.. Saint Francis of Assisi..

And yes of course Jesus.. in my mind and heart.. with a chant of i want nothing.. finAlly feeling cries of babies.. in my heart.. in mother’s arms on beach front walk.. and emotional contagion of younger years comes and stronger in mirror neuron.. and oxytocin way.. feeling all the skin in bikinis as far as i can feel.. in heArt feeling and senses one and sAMe.. UNiFied..:)!

My feet connect to grains of sand that are GOD’s feat as well.. the emerald green gulf and sea oats wave with me as i become one with GOD and One and SAME.. yes.. at age 21.. i become enlightened and awakened in a way of reborn.. that no one tales me about in Catholic or Southern Baptist visit churches.. in fact.. i never read about it.. there is no Google then to learn more about the

human awakening and enlightening of being that is as real as the first birth of human life.. no words can describe my experience then.. and when i tale people after i go home in this state of bliss that i am one with GOD people start to think i am crazy and think i’m literally Jesus.. but no.. not at all.. i understand then the path of Moses and the real man Jesus.. and Saint Francis as well.. is becoming one with GOD and no separate human GOD of being…

And all the other myths of metaphors that house the vessels and vehicles of human Truth and Light .. but i have little to no ability to word it like this.. then.. in fact on the autism spectrum.. i have little ability to communicate well in writing or orating any way THEN.. unless i am copying something more or less.. i am just a rote memory of a multiple choice test then.. with what little creativity i have.. stolen from me.. from the multiple choice test world of 14 or so years of school to that point.. before gaining my three college degrees…

So yeah.. i am fully of energy.. ‘they’ call it manic when one is filled with the Spirit of GOD like this.. i need no sleep.. i feel invincible.. i can literally pass my finger through a flame.. and finally do THAT when i am Baker Acted and the Shrinks ask me if am Jesus and i tell them a flat NO.. and yes.. then i literally ask one for his lighter.. flick it.. and pass my finger slowly through it.. slowly..

impervious to

either pain or real visible injury…

Yes.. they diagnose me with Euphoria.. the heaven is now.. they do not live where i do.. it is crazy to them.. they drug me.. i lose the spark in my eyes.. they are gonna send me to a state institution as i am no one there.. not the top 11 student.. and first ever student to be nominated and accepted in the National Honor Society in 10th grade as before then.. only 11th graders attain this apple of the Teacher’s eye of honor.. so yeah.. my in-law relative.. a city councilwoman with clout.. vouches for who i am away from this new experience and place.. and my path to death in life then.. is averted.. in what what could have been a drugged institution.. for possibly.. life..

i go home.. i throw the pills away.. take three months off

from work and school.. until the reality of dark life comes back..

school.. and work.. get depressed.. again.. and

finally open up again.. with three

part time jobs.. and a full load of

TRIPLE MAJOR SCHOOL.. two of which..

THANKS GOD ARE WITH PEOPLE.. AND not

a lonely Janitor job.. or cold hard desk in front of lectures

AT school.. Archeology research associate.. one..

at the University.. in the field.. in the dirt..

Back with nature.. with a real team of flesh and blood humans with a common purpose.. in a stock room in the University Book Store.. too.. with a team of human beings .. with a common purpose of striping books with magnetic strips so text books will not be stolen.. haha.. and breaking down cardboard boxes to the sound of portable radios.. sweat and human flesh and blood with a supervisor of a woman a few years older than me..

And me back to working-out with new innovatively created Nautilus Machines.. getting tanned.. getting stronger.. thicker.. with a muscle shirt on.. and she looks at me and tales me.. hmm.. Fred.. you are distracting me.. so yeah.. i got the wild thing back.. i start to dance again.. at Disco Club 2001.. no pickup artist am i.. but yes.. many dance girl FRIENDS then too.. and yeah.. i keep my Janitor Job too.. as three.. do graduate with degrees in Anthropology.. Social Sciences Interdisciplinary.. and Health Science.. with peers calling me Superman of brain power to get all that done at the same time.. and administrators of College asking me what will i do with all that knowledge..

And yes.. toward the end of my work years..

peers of work describing me as

Superman of work as well..

for all of what i do..

in what looks on the

outside as effortless

in how i do it then.. but it is

slowly killing me inside in

repressed human emotion in somatic BODY PAIN..

And on University graduation day.. my mother goes back to school.. for a social work degree that my sister does as well.. we all three graduate in 1983.. together.. and the newspaper interviews us.. and still.. then.. with all those degrees i can still barely compose a coherent paragraph in creative words of Mouth or Pen..

so all i can think to feel to say.. is..

my ultimate goal is to be an Anthropologist..

So yes.. my friend.. maybe my best friend.. of whose face i may or may not see at this point in my life.. overall.. all things considered.. after two decades of studying over 100 thousand people in direct face to face contact as Military Bowling Center Government Employee giver of dirty rental shoes.. sprayed here and there.. then Bowling Center Supervisor.. Manager.. Computer Geek whoSE skills of analysis

ARE OF WORKPLACE value moreover people skills..

Then Administrative Support Assistant to a Captain AT another Navy Station in Pensacola.. back to my original home town Navy Station.. picked up as Community Activities Director.. and finally Athletic Director as a valuable Information Technology person who still don’t KNOW crap about the inner workings of team sports.. all the change takes a toil OF TOLL as TROUBLE.. and brings me finally down to literal human hell of 19 physical illnesses in 2007/08..

INCLUDING THE WORST PAIN KNOWN TO MANKIND.. Atypical Trigeminal Neuralgia for 66 months.. wake to sleep.. Yes.. assessed by modern medical science as a pain worse than the actual torture of REAL CRUCIFIXION.. no three hours.. no three days for me.. 66 months of enduring literal human hell every now of every now.. wondering if i can make it just one more now of hell.. where no drug will touch that pain. but yeah..

i get online on ThanksGiving day of November 2010.. and start writing one word of burning pain at each now.. with screen dimly lit all the way down.. with weak eyes scorching pain in eyes and ears.. like dentist drill without novocaine.. a few inches away from words on screen.. i cannot tolerate color.. cannot tolerate sound..

all there is.. is text.. i dream of text.. scrolling up and down.. all my life is words then.. i become words.. and words become organic.. and i connect to over 100 thousand people online now.. instead of flesh and blood life.. and expand my presence across the Internet waves of discussion boards and finAlly blogosphere..

And now i am flesh and blood and organic words as whole.. masculine and feminine balanced finally.. mind and body SOUL balance as dance in ballet and martial arts way.. FULL HEART OF EMOTION.. EASILY NOW EXPRESSED AS HUMAN SPIRIT.. and in flesh and blood life through the over 4000 miles of public dance.. with volunteer scribers of what i do..

IN smart phone videos of all my dance.. in literally hundreds or perhaps thousands of volunteer voyeur efforts purVIEWING A ‘Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square’.. i am NOW..

shared all over the world on Facebook..

as just the ‘crazy’ dancing guy..

where they have no idea

that i am both a man of millions of steps..

AND NOW OVER 11 MILLION WORDS online and closing in on 100 thousand photos.. down to the bone flesh in height of male passion.. no less at age 55.. stronger than ever before.. Leg Pressing about a half a ton.. 25 times slowly with my arms raised in air.. like no other male does on Parallel leg press way.. much harder to do than what steroid
dudes do on vertical leg press
exhibitions on YouTube WAY..:)

So yes.. while not getting paid a penny for all of this..
as fortunately.. i am a penny pincher for a decade before
i get sick.. saving it for a Hurricane rainy day for 66 months.. It IS All for Free..
for the love of Human being Life.. Imagination.. and Creativity.. set free as Hurricane Fred can bE..;)

And truly i am A REAL FREE MASON.. NOW..

NOT SOMEONE WHO SITS IN F in LODGES
and just plays by some other mason’s rules

in creativity before.. and yes..
A REAL FREE ANTHROPOLOGIST..

AND YOU KNOW.. TRULY THAT IS WHO BUDDHA..
MYTHOLOGICAL KRISHNA.. LAO TZU.. AND JESUS IS TOO..
THEY ARE REAL FREE MASONS.. AND REAL FREE ANTHROPOLOGISTS..
THEY GO ThEIR OWN iMAGINATION AND CREATIVE WAY WITH THE
HELP OF OTHERS.. BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO WHAT
COMES BEFORE.. and they already
have it all.. they do
not need to BE
worshipped
and exalted
any further
than just to help
their fellow human beings
go where they attain it all
where no wants of human beings
exist as life.. yes.. human needs
are still real.. human desires of
joy and pleasure are still real
but there is NO want of material
goods of collecting life..
as when a human
being truly
‘dances
naked
and free’ they have IT
ALL and the ONly place left
to GO is GIVING
AND
SHARING..
SO YES.. DON’T
WORSHIP JESUS
BUDDHA..
LAO TZU..
KRISHNA
OR ANYONE
ELSE.. if ya
WiLL.. JUST
SHARE.. JUST
GIVE..
JUST
LOVE YOURSELF
AS GOD AND SAME
AND EVERYONE ELSE
AND THE REAL WORLD
WILL BE WHOLE
WITH
THE
SYNERGISTIC
SPIRIT ALiVE
AND RAiNiNG
A REiGN
OF
HUMAN
GARDEN
OF EDEN
IN THE
HEAVEN OF NOW..
AS ALL COOPERATIVE
SHARING SOCIAL
ANIMALS
LIVE
IN
BALANCE
LIKE A BONOBO
WHO IS JESUS’
REAL
BEST
FRIENDS
IN ANIMAL
SPIrIT
OF
FREEDOM
LOVE
AND PEACE
OF MIND
and BODY
soUL BALANCE
IN
HARMONY
WITH
NATURE
HEaRT OF HUMAN AND NATURE
wOnasONeGODALLONeUSNOWLIGHTANDTRUTHnOW..!.!..:)

And yes.. there is a sonG
for this by Shakira
that i will add
on the top
wHere
the
husband
his her
mind and
the bride
her his ON
fiRe SpiRit
expresSinnG as
emotiOnAl heArt
THAT is hEr miNd
and body soul on
FiRE IN BALANCE
AS
CHiLD
OF GOD
HusBAND
AND WiFE
AsONe
SOuL
WITH
GOD..
EMPiRE
OF GOD..
THE FORCE
IS ONE AND SamE
AS GOD ALiVE IN US
OUTSiDE US.. ABOVE
US.. ALL ArOUND
US.. WHErE LEAVES
OF GRASS
MEADOWS
sINg TRUTH
AND LIgHT
iN EyES
of
US
As
EMPiRe..:)

And now on to the continuing
joy of responding in poetic
expressions to dVerse
links to poetry
on Tuesday
Gender
Bender
theme..:)

Well.. instead of going directly
down on the list today..
i’ve decided to
come to
peace first..
and a piece
of this and a
piece of that
is certainly
any man’s
delight..
but yeah..
what about women..
Oh gOD.. i love women
and i often put myself in
their place when i imagine
pleasing them doing
certain
imaginative
STuFF..
And Intuitively
feelinG as ART
what will
do the
treat
as i
am not
about tricks
when it comes
to pleasuring
the opposite
sex.. just
treats
is all
i’m about
but anyway i
get Katrina
to peruse
my work
for FEELiNG
approval NoW
of how well
i use
my
tool(s)
of male
pursuasiOn..
and i pass her
grade pointing
due North
guiding
due
South
West and
east now
and now
coming
again
where paths
delight in forked
tongues ways..
Forked
Tongues
Way.. that’s
an awesome
F in Road.. to
travel every witch
way
and
loose
wet
and
sticky
licky
pricky
like a
cactus
cocktail
moonhot
night’s
summer’s
sweetie
in
heatie..;)

Culture a board in this
eye and a board
in that eye..
children raised
by computers
and parents
cold faces..
well at least
there are enough
mothers to give Love
to children in this extreme
version of polygamy that
starts at an age close
to puberty.. ugh..
female freedoms
have come a long
way baby.. and
i have to
say as A
6 foot
or so..
234 lb
Blonde
Hair
Lesbian
Living in this
gender bender
theme.. what i
will do if i am
her with those
six other ‘sister
wives’.. is find
someNOW in pleasure
with my newly found
wifey friends.. just to
please them.. just to
please them.. as
that is what
Lesbian
empaths..
female
or MALE..
Love to
do the
most
is
just please
in tasteFUL
DELIGHT..
ANYWAY..
no surprise here..
as cutting off the
pleasure parts of
women in FGM.. is
considered the height
of social status in some
countries.. by the women
who get mutilated for
control.. and
the greatest
of all social
animal
instincts
is that of the
social role..
and humans
will do anything
to either fill that
role
or
be
filled by it..
The freedoms people
take for granted here
are sad..
as truly
we are freer
than ever before..
particularly
women
who
bump
and grind
my front with
their rears in
the dance halls
of life without even
asKinG.. they take what
is theIRS.. now.. and after
all of what ‘they’ have been
through i suppose it is reparations
of sorts.. that i play along with at times..
JusT tO
bE
fAIR..
sMiLes..
Frees Pleasures..:)

Ah.. the science of the human
heArt.. spiRit.. SoUl balance
goes below above
inside
and out..
all around..
and never ever
by a scientific
method
equation
alone..
ALLONE
has no
measure
but
GOD’s hAnds
as they guide
imagination..
creativity
brinGinG
dReams
of
FruiTiOn..:)

Oh stalkers of
human hearts
grown
cold
by parents
grown
cold
by parents
grown
cold..
and we blame
the children
how
sad..
a vicious
cycle..
with
only ends
of hate…

*Necklines lowered
rises lowered
it’s just
human
math
as established
by GOD.. Nature
always wins in
GOD’s eyes..
whetHer or
not the
consequences
and actions are
comfy.. consequences
always follow actions..
in due
and
pointY
measures..:)

Oh wars.. mute
beauty..
mute
empathy..
just mute..
human.. that is all…

*A female fighter LB for LB
will always defeat
a male
fighter
heart
for heart..
as males
are most
often crippled
in this way.. for Life..
by patriarchs that
slice tHeir heArt
spiRit and soUl
Down
rePress
Death
Life..:)

Tornadoes.. lonely storms
without a name..
twirling twirling
Whirling
lungs
no
wonder
they huff
and puff
and die
out
in rampage
murders before
committing suicide
jusTbloWing
wiNds
out..:)

WeLL.. at 55..
i SHOW
tHEm
how
to dance
and can
prove it
too.. heHE..
and it starts
with the divine
feminine of grace
first before man reAlly
comes
aLive
ribs
and
ALL..;)

Stone cold heArts
no wateRing
by parents
starts
descent
of Life
to no
ART
of heArts
SpiRit
SoUl
balance
NOT..
male or female
without heart
dead in life..
simple
as that..
and often
no coming
back in life saddest ALL…

Oh.. co-dependencies
steep in fear.. alone..
often comes as hate..
Ah.. freedoms
start
as
Love
comes
ALLONE..:)

Darkness..
pRice
heArt
neVer
tenDeReD
chiLd’s
garDen
Love
riches
without
Love..
lost..
just
lost…

Words of poetic
heart often
found
in divine
expressions
of female mouths
More often lost
expressions
male..
Just
Nature
but change
is real when one
never gives up
and keeps
trying
to
express
heart as spirit
more deeply
as balancing
soul..
Anything is possible
for never giving up..
with practice
keep
on
trying..:)

http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2012/12/where-masturbation-and-homosexuality-do-not-exist/265849/

Interesting and brings to mind
recent science that shows
in primitive cultures
where the work
of the night
to make
the little ones
to keep life going
starts at puberty..
in social cooperation
in clearly defined roles
of stuff for subsistence
there are no words
beyond the
missionary
positions..
no homosexuality
no masturbation
and Lord knows
no Peeping
Toms
as they
hunt and sleep
naked and Live
by Love instead
of human nature
repression.. oppression
subjugation.. and illusory
fears.. and they are the
primitive ones..
haha…
sigh…:)

Well.. all caught
up to 14 poetic
expressions..
at 1:15 am..
so yeah 80
minutes divided
by 14 is.. 5.7
minutes per
expression
minus
the other
comments
i make
here..
easy
peacey
breezy
fun it
is..
not sure why
i ever linked
anything there..
as it is mostly
a pain in the ass
after Brian and
Claudia
leaves
cloSinG
narRow
miNds
are not
a place i Love
to visit.. but
never the less
i visit.. still..
after i dust
my sandals
off from
‘home
base’..;)

This is
getting really
long.. time
for another
blog post..;)

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Well.. i have to admit.. as i cannot tale a lie..
a metaphor.. yes.. but lie no..
when i first come here i am
very attracted as human
being to your smile
and eyes of
Himali
Shah..
so sincere
and so true
you wear your
emotions in your
eyes and smiles..
and yes.. your Insta-gram
sharing relates the looks
of Angel fluterRing in
WinGs of human
being set
free on
terrestrial earth..
and yes..from all your
words here from start of
blog to end of blog metaphor
Truth and LiGhT of human flesh and blood
same as one with Angel’s WinGs..
and true it is not easy
being a real life
Human Angel..
as they are
most often
even
more
sensitive to pain..
particularly emotional
pain.. as they give so much
that at times folks feel they need
nothing as they are complete as IS
iN Angel form.. but of curse no.. as
with all Human Angels.. Demons
or Devils.. needs come..
and while Demons and
Devils may not
need the
warm
touch affectionate
feelings of human touch
and hugs.. when bright
eyes and smiles
connect to each
other.. Family..
Friends and
Lovers and
Whomever
connects
free in flesh
and blood like this..
YES.. TOTAL STRANGERS
TOO.. until eyes and smiles
and rest of body language
meet in lonely
hall ways
of life
where
all
HUMANS
DAZZLE EACH
OTHER IN SCENTS
AND TASTES AND TOUCH
AND DANCE AND MUSIC
OF SEEING
HUMAN
BEING
FREE LOVE
AS ALL OF US…:)

Sadly.. the more technology
rules the more human
being goes
away..
there is a REAL
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
IN SO CALLED FIRST WORLD
nations.. around the globe with
science measures of human empathy
dropping about a-third in the last
several decades.. USE it or LOSE
as in all stuff human being applies..
Poetry online can be a substitute
for that partially in virtual
way.. but never ever
a full substitute overall
for the free flesh and blood
connecting human heArt
expressing human spiRit
in balancing physical mind
and body soUl.. always
now.. as practice of Life..
it is a slow working
real human evil..
and easy to
miss for
some
folks
until one
day they realize
the quicksand of
REAL HUMAN EMOTiOnal
eYes and eArs is above
nose and mouth
and
cutting
off life
at
the
root of human
being.. in physical
and emotional intelligence
the only real kind of intelligence..
that humans have for thousand of years..
overall.. before Standard IQ ways of
human mechanical cognition..
separate
away from
human social
empathic
ways
of
Cognition..
Yes.. this IS LonG
but i can sTiLL
feel this
pain dear..
myself
for
i
am
hu
m
an
too..
and the
world can
be an iceY
palace wHere
flesh and blood
is frozen poles of
popsicle humans..:)

Interesting.. ‘this human archetype’ that is real..

per ‘Lord Ganeshji’.. is portrayed in mythologies across most all cultures.. sMiles.. myths house the essence of Truth and Light in vessels and vehicles of metaphors.. my friend.. Himali.. continuing always now.. with no limits but form as essence is Infinite in Nature.. sMiLES.. AS GOD..:)

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Canvas by no name but canvas..
brush my name but human..
us but no name but paint..
them.. paint aSwell.. brush
and canvas too..
i suppose i can
make this a reverse
haibun.. no.. but flow..
yes.. GOD nameless
canvas.. we asOne
children brush
faces color
painting
hues shade
blacks
grey
whites
change
into all of
US we guides
US WE togeThEr
ALLONE let IT Go..
flow.. i cannot tale
what i write a day
ago.. 10,000 words
two days before that..
flow art.. current
ocean streams
rivers bay gulf
paints brushes
CanvasONe..
Some people
will love
to see
the world
end and
others
just brush
just paint
JUST
CANVASonE..
Meteors ART
splash Comets
more nowoneforevermore..
A meteor.. A comet.. A gulf..
dinosaurs freeze..
mammals come
warm
blood
us.. WE
Paint caves
brush canvas
sAMe.. now escape..
God
Holds
hAnds
CanVas
ART
brUShes
painT
Human
touch..
Apocalypse
Love Begins
HumanS uS..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/09/super-blood-moon-of-truth-and-light.html

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^6^

Ah friend X.. yes.. i am addicted to that Unconditional

Tough and Passionate Love thingy.. and oh yes.. GOD yes..

God SinGs to me in streaming consciousness photography..

same as lyrics of poeTry.. i just aim my camera.. and or

keyboard FinGers and GOD who lives inside me all natural does the rest.. and i am often amazed at the messages that come free of charge.. just in Holy Spirit terms of GOD’s synchronicity of cosmic consciousness also known as Christ Consciousness Being.. Free in human imagination and creativity GOD brinGinG human gifts once again.. ALL Natural One among human beings similar and sAMe..:)

And.. oh yes.. there is a day when i am as rigid as stone.. and truly i feel that when human heARt IS emoTioN SpiRit expresSinG.. balancing human body and mind soUl.. THAT IS the definition of getting old.. a state of mind of dying human HeartspiritsouL.. Potential.. Force no longer sinGs human more truLY fulLY Unconditional Tough Passionate Love.. hiGhest Power of human beinG far beyond.. any materialistic goods… yes.. ageless timeless.. genderless.. raceless.. with no nation religious specific subjugation in illusory fears of control.. and or tribe.. the essence of human light that shares.. gives.. and helps one another liVinG in LoVinG balance as well WitH rest of Nature..:)

And yes.. rocking the butt in the dance of the Seafood Festival for me.. and yes X.. everywHere else.. fesTiVal IS a glorious coming dance again..and again.. aGaiN and no.. Fred will never be enough.. as Fred needs lots and lots of help from his friends.. to get most anything done in a day of his life.. stONE Statue or not.. in Synchronicity Album way..

And sure THAT SONG FOR THAT
CAT IN THE HAT..:)

Billy G..
and or
whomever..;)

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Hi.. friend Himali.. a window with a view is so important in life..
and while words provide so many imaginary colors..
colors provide so many meanings for life more..
and truly more than words alone will ever tale..
and these words i write.. are truly new..
other than cutting grass..
my only hobby past
a few video games.. work and TV..
is taking digital photos of my yard..
just once a year.. in fall.. before these words..
for over a decade.. cutting grass.. taking pictures..
playing video games.. watching TV AND cutting
grass the best ’cause i am actually DOING
IT IN mind and body balance..
Cutting grass is only seasonal..
so to connect to GOD like this is
just a temporary hobby.. sadly enough..
truly the closest i am to dancing with GOD
for over a decade..
but still not
free flow
movement
as squares of
preconceived
plans of design to cut
grass paper dolls pre-cut…

So now i live as lake.. yellow boy and red flower..
i am Nature once again.. as i dance with gravity
and no longer against GOD’s way of
balance in SanitY everywHere one
gazes upon the peace of GOD
that lives all ’round
this beautiful blue
green brown orb of
Living GOD’s Earth..

But yes.. photos immerse us in that moment..
a blessing away from toils and troubles
of manufactured mechanical human cognition..
while other animals float ONE breezewinds wITh
Gravity sMiles.. so eYes.. to yoU.. Love
and smiles Himali.. and may NatURe
alWays Live as You.. AKA GOD..:)

WeLL… aGain.. hello friend Himali..
Flowers GOD blooming cycles death life..
Technology.. iFlowers connecting HiVE
Human eYes.. never DiES
as Long as Servers serve..
Perfect Love..
iN practice
alWays works..:)

maKing friendships
sacRed HolY
is GOD’s
greaTest
gifT
to
Human
sMiLES Himali..:)

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mY favoRite aesThetic expressiOns aRe oNe’s inspiRing endLess dReams oF inefFAble fActs.. numBers.. leTters.. woRds.. symboLs.. aLL fORms 4iNeffAble esSence.. GraVity mY enemY oNce.. G8D’s besTfriend.. acCording t0 HawKinG.. maKing frieNds witH GravitY makinG frienDs wITh G*D oNe sAMe.. n0 l0nGer afRaid.. stanDinG sTiLL oR moVing breezewiNds.. balAnce.. bLiss.. ceNter eYes BellY..

n0 loNger swayinG toWers PizZa.. butT yoU fEel whAt i FEeL.. sMiles.. uGh.. UGHX1000.. fEar oF falLinG driVes mE worKing sO manY yeaRs.. N0W.. fl0aTinG wITh G0d’s yEARs sImpLy.. GravITy’S bEst fRiend.. nO l0nger falLing SeAs LAnd.. terresTrial frienDs.. wHere ‘you’ iS ‘me’ sAMe..finAlly SaNE..:)

And yes.. uGh.. i continue
struggleS expresSinG more as Less
StruGgles
liGht…;)

Ah.. iPhone 6s.. simply amazing.. where technology can take us next.. faces no longer washed out in florescent lights.. iPhone photographic magic.. brings face life color back again.. and OMG.. talk about fast.. powerful.. catching up with me.. hehe.. finAlly as my blog posts cannot crash iPhone 6s intellectual prowess.. absorbing mega mega more bytes of challenge swallowing all of what i do.. never upChucking any of me.. haha!.. in blog post ways.. even when it comes to a ‘Super Blood Moon of Truth and Light’ growing every now.. in comments way.. perhaps 20,000 words before that comments section is over with main blog post.. together.. and new one comes tonight or tomorrow day.. in early morning hours or later day.. as wife and mother duties come next.. big world of shopping stores.. while i dance more miles as MiLEsiMagine and create the dance of me alive far more.. in miles and miles of fun JuST BEinG wITh God aLiVe.. but anyWay for N0W..

‘TRUST ME I’M A NINJA’..

T-shirt STaTeS..;)

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There is a nice produce weigh-in machine at Publix..

so today i register my heaviest weight ever in

Fred Dance clothes.. as illustrated in action above.. at 234 Lbs..

AT age 26.. i weigh-in at 180 Lbs.. and workout 5 times a week at the Nautilus gym in Pensacola traveling all the way over there to keep my strength and fitness up.. until about that time when NASWF Military Gym.. finally gets Nautilus Equipment and i get to stay in Milton and do it all for free.. but yeah.. marriage comes.. i buy some cheap equipment for home and only go once a week..

Yeah.. the comforts of marriage.. take first place over working-out then.. i gain weight.. eventually up to about 205 Lbs.. but i am not nearly as vigorous a human being as i am before when most everyday is a workout day and i am dancing at Club 2001 at least once a week.. albeit with a six pack of beer or so to get the courage to get up on the dance floor then.. and let it all swing.. Anyway..

i am a two dimensional athlete then.. just going through the routine of what the Nautilus Machines.. stair steppers.. treadmills.. and ellipticals have to offer.. but the thing is they are machines and to work with machines is to become a robot in physical expression..

OH how i loved to watch football and how athletic it is in ability to move in three dimensions on the field with excellent science defined 6th sense of proprioception.. in a full field of other human beings..

So today.. while dancing my martial arts and ballet all Nouveau Fred style of dance in public stores.. with GOD alone ALLONE.. as my innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive teacher.. while.. when i first start two years ago or so.. a few guys give me some problems in this patriarchal homophobe area.. that sees graceful dance as something less than male.. TONIGHT a guy says i look like an outside

linebacker for a professional football team..

and ha! 55 year old dudes don’t play college ball..wink emoticon

So yes.. perhaps Fred can truly do anything.. and ha! maybe i”ll dance on a team and see where i can go.. but no.. and thanks GOD.. i’m likely lucky i’m not a fearless athlete like i am now in high school.. to play football.. as i have a congenitally fused vertebra at birth in my neck.. only found on MRI scan in middle age.. after experiencing intense neck pain from degenerative arthritis..

THAT is a weak point.. from birth..

where a head-on concussion could make it easier

for me to get a broken neck.. and i’ve always been afraid of heights

more than most and that’s a very good thing in my special

case of human anatomy for sure.. but AnywayX2..

TO have the freedom to truly move like a professional athlete means much more than money to me.. as it is a fearless way of life.. being this comfortable in one’s own skin.. where one does work with gravity instead of against it.. where martial arts and ballet-like skills in all natural movement is truly a Blessing in Life.. and most of all ART OF LIFE.. and the greatest thing of all to me.. IS.. no one teaches me how to do IT.. but GOD..

AND i learn a new ballet or martial arts move from GOD almost everynow i Ballet and Martial ART.. no matter how small or imperceptible it may be to someone else who does not live in my body..

And it is the internal experience IN bliss of freeing all ranges of human emotions and senses IN FREE STYLE MOVEMENT AND BIO-FEEDBACK OF EMOTIONS and SENSES THAT FLOW THROUGH THE BODY.. that does bring the heaven of now.. when one finds mind and body balance.. in regulation of emotions.. integration of senses.. much greater cognitive focus in executive functioning as well as enhanced short term working memory..

People who think athletes are dumb ARE missing half of human intelligence as they cannot possibly suggest this.. when they become this physically and emotionally intelligent..

YES THIS.. the real intelligence of human survival through the ages.. before artificial ways of Standard iQ are developed to truly control and imprison our human natures.. in mechanical cognition wayS of thinking as well as moving like robots stuck in a Zombie Apocalypse coffin of death in life..

IT IS NO small deal..
IT IS HUman Life
IN ALL ITS greaTest Potentials..:)

Well.. this post is over for

now..

but

no..

not finished in ways

of extra-curricular

activities

celebrating my

78th Rave Dance Week

with all the cool college age

folks from old Seville Quarter..