KATiE MiA/Aghogday: iT is IS IS is iT

Monday, October 12, 2015

iT is IS IS is iT

Posted on October 12, 2015by katiemiafrederick

First of all

this is kinda like a poem..

so no.. don’t take it literally.. but what IF..

that Egyptian Goddess(es) Isis and Mut is more

than myth..

what if she is real and that is prophecy and she is yet to come

in flesh and blood.. and what IF she is incarnate as a very sick child

and flowers in to what she is now at age 45.. with all beauty and glory..

just natural as IS IS..

just saying..;)

It is
what
IS IS..;)

True

Story..

my second

cousin Fred..

yes..

another Fred..

son of Great

Aunt Jettie..

calls wife Katrina..

Mut often..

and his frigging inside joke is

he is comparing her to a goddess and not a mix of dog.. ha!..

the last laugh is on US.. after he dies.. and i find the meaning of his joke online..

IN WIKI LAND..

Anyway.. Katrina thinks THAT Woman/Goddess MUT/ISIS is not attractive.. and she gets mad when i say she ‘looks like her’.. and sure Katrina is more attractive.. it’s hard to be the most beautiful 45 year old woman in the world.. without make-up.. i guess..

Yes.. Katrina is ALL REAL..
ALL THE TIME..

AS
IS IS..;)

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OBTW

That’s no ordinary

cat..

That’s a small

Sphinx..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/10/diamond-eyes-life-free-verse-nude-poetry.html

Hi Himali..
It’s raining again..
leaves are falling..
and there is always room for sharing..
giving.. and hope.. when leaves and rain
fall in cycles of soul.. spirit..
and heart of human too..
so if one looks way.. way down that street..
there is a spark of Sun.. that will soon shine..
and rise again.. as human heart.. spirit of soul..
connecting friends again..:)

Hi.. again.. Himali..
a notebook of evergreen..
is a work of art.. that refuses
and never turns brown..
in shades of grey..
until daRkness
becomes
art
aGaiN..
a place of
mountain tops.
where skis of snow..
slope.. will never
end for now..
painting..
friends..:)

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Smiles.. so let it be written..
So let it be done..
I WiLL be
HERE..:)

SMiLeS..

friend Rafiah..

i weep almost everyday
for the gift of my life..
and yes.. for
the gift
of friends
as well..
in prayers..
and yes..
just being
here.. is enough
for me as well..
There is
a place
of
lonely
that is so far
beyond sadness
and tears.. that
it has no name
like GOD..
and that is
why GOD
creates
US as
GOD
wants
more than
one Friend..
as the mirror
tires
alone..
and you know.. honestly..
when i come face to face
with GOD on a dark beach
night in the month of September
of 1981.. this is what GoD tales
me in God’s way of speaking
that God is lonely in
the beginning
and can truly
not feel
Love
until
GOD
creates
US..
WE Are
GOD’s
Gift to
GOD and
IT IS up to US..
to show GOD
the best now
ever always
as an
expression
of GOD’s Love..
so sure.. how can
i not Love you.. i have
GOD’s
eYes..
and those
eYes will
Love All of Creation..
and even Greater
when God’s eYes
are Loved
back..
when two or more
come into a room
GOD LIVES
AS US
IN EACH
NEW CONNECTION
OF HUMAN EyES
OF
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH
AND
PASSIONATE
LOVE FOREVER
NOWMORE
TEARS
OF
GOD
OF
JOY..
GOD WANTS THIS
LOVE.. GOD NEEDS
THIS LOVE
MORE
NOW
ALL
WAYS
EVER…
so i WilL
FOLLOW
THROUGH..
with GOD’s
request
to
me..
then alWays
NOW my
friend..
wITh
LOVE..
Mushy..
Cozy..
in ALL the ways
GOD WiLL Love ITiN0W..:)

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Hi.. Leah..

after all the challenges

you meet in life

and continue to adapt to i

n surviving.. it is no wonder that

it has not been a joyful ride..

joy is an emotion.. that yes.. not all experience.. of course..

and apparently you seem to say here you never have.. as of course

with joy comes Love of Life as a given.. for those moments immersed in joy..

And no.. i cannot say i’ve always wondered how people enjoy life.. but yes.. for long stretches.. i see the joy of others.. but can no longer feel or remember how if feels to me before..

And as already discussed.. in the past for me there is no memory of how a tear of comfort feels.. a laugh or even a smile in those days of 2008 to 2013.. and several depressions in earlier life.. but none.. where memories of emotions go away with the emotions as any feeling at all.. not even fear.. with physical pain replacing all of that with the atypical trigeminal neuralgia and the other 18 or so disorders.. for icing on the black cake..

My fortune.. i guess.. is being born happy..

and at least having an old picture of the smiling

eyes and mouth of a baby..

who lives joy then..

and brings the faint hope that joy can live again in me..

When there is no reference point that people who routinely feel joy cannot fathom… i for one cannot fathom that place of human darkness as you go one step above me.. if you’ve never seen more or less how people can enjoy life.. i feel for you.. as i know that temporary place.. but nah.. not the forty or so year place that you apparently reside in.. there.. now..

For me at least.. when all feelings are gone.. including the emotions of belief.. faith.. and hope in living life.. the DNA we share and epigenetics provides the potential of always change.. even if one must be the first in memory of history.. to make the change a reality.. but of course .. the path that works.. is one of personal path.. but all i feel at this point.. is human being at genetic core has incredible potential for real change.. and at 40 or so.. it is far too soon.. to say no.. i think.. i FEEL..

on the eventuality that you enjoy life so much..
that you wanna live forever..
now.. then.. now..
some how some way
that works
for you..
and that is
my wish for you..
you are too far away
to dance with me but
if i could dance with you..
i believe i might bring you joy
in feeling the empathy of me..:)

Your friend,
Fred..:)

I dance alone first..
if there is no hope..
there can
still
be
a
Dance..
of Life…:)

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Well.. my friend LaLa.. you have felt joys in the past so there is the reality of the potential of those joys in the future.. that will likely come to pass again.. i for one believe.. FEEL.. after knowing.. FEELING you for these two years and hmm.. two months or so…

Not everyone has that blessing.. as i just speak to another friend.. who has apparently never been able to understand how people feel joy in life at all.. as from an early history of childhood emotional abuse.. there appears to be no reference point for her.. but she goes on at age 40.. truly still doing incredible stuff in life.. as a survivor…

The greaTest gift of GOD is our will to live.. some folks call the Serpent or Reptilian brain inferior as they THINK THINKING is better than emoTiOns of FEELING.. BUT OF Course AS WE FOLKS who have experienced the drought of tears KNOW.. with at least some reference point.. of crying.. and joy..

There can be no lie further from the truth..

as to feel is to human

and to human
is to Live..
and never
wanna
die..
alive..

but others say it much better than i..
and perhaps at this point ‘the
words’ may mean more
than
a few of ‘my
favorite
things’
in
YOUTUBE FORM..

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.”

There is a now when these metaphors
of song have zero meaning to me and
i cannot imagine ever writing
a song like this
of my own..
but i did..
and it’s
11 million
words long
now..
keep writing
my friend.. it takes
me 5.5 million words
to get THIS back..
but i LOVE MORE
DEEPER than i
ever have
before..
as
i write the
light.. and
let the
dark
sINk
back
in
the
pit
of
hell..

There is no formula i kNow..
i FEEL of.. that works but.. move..
connect and
create..
and more ways
to do iT.. than i will
ever move.. connect
and
create
alone..
the fastest way to
death as life is
to
keep it
inside..
withOUT expresSinG
iT.. moving.. connecting..
in creative
plaYinG
ways
of HUMAN
SpiRit of
emoTioNal
HEaRT..
wITh mind and
body balancing
soUl N0W..
wITh other
humans.. theRe iS
no play of Life..

just a lonely
script
of
isolation….

But here’s ThAT song..
i’m almost sure you
know it but
i will
hate it
if you haven’t
heard it at least
once.. but at least
i feel you have lived
it more than once..
and that my
friend is
not a gift
my other
friend apparently
has the luxury of reference
point for.. but it’s all
relative in
the game
of
human
life.. that
works best
as plaYinG Life..:)

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Halloween
serves many valuable purposes..
among those are imagination.. creativity..
and the expression of human art.. in act of ego.. change..
to the dark symbols of illusory fears and some real fears of life..
some people fear the dark.. and others are cynical of the light
and what i find is that the folks who are the most repressed in life..
in ways of expresSinG emotions and sensuality fear the dark the most..
and those who never imagine or create.. in ways of human art..
are most often cynical of the light.. To mix life in a way of
fearlessness and creativity one and same..
is to conquer the dark.. and grow the light
to highest ways of human being..
being one with all of Nature AKA God as well..
but it all comes down to experience of life..
in feeling and sensual ways.. of moving..
connecting and creating..
a science text book feels little of this..
and many philosophy books.. and even religious bibles
feel little of this.. in the full of human being.. particularly
moving ways of dance.. that is a core way of living
for our ancestors true to communicate..
and escape predator and capture prey..
in a praying way of life.. of invisible balance..
that is moving moreover speaking in concrete ways of life..
and then there’s the poetry of life.. that expresses the deeper
experiences of life.. far and few between.. short snippets
of small talk here and there.. but still.. even small talk
is better than nothing.. where cold eyes
never meet the tween of dance in life…
and sure
there is always a song for all of this..
and for now it is Josh Groban’s
‘You Raise Me Up’..
for me..:)

I’ve never been much of a name person..

i am more of a face person..

and truly more of a visual thinker than word maker..

words are sign language for human non-verbal communication..

in ways of discrete and concrete labels.. that humans have come to be moreover as a way of thinking themselves to be even.. some folks look at themselves as dumb or smart.. others look at themselves as beautiful or ugly and the dichotomies go on.. of the what folks perceive as dark and light in life.. from poor to rich.. from atheist to priest..

we humans are quick to label.. and much slower to find

the deeper meanings of the human heArt.. soUl..

and SpiRit more fully expresSinG the much greater gift and yes.. miracle.. as

Mr. Lorre suggests above in his #504 vanity card at the end of tonight’s Big Bang TV show.. and speaking of social awkwardness vs.. the egghead way of living.. of course there is Autism.. a full spectrum of differences as in any other Doctor organizational oriented human label of difference or disorder..

Walking up to the festival grounds of Church.. yesterday on Sunday.. i hear a most beautiful woman’s voice singing.. and sure it’s time to dance.. and nah.. at a church festival where i live.. there are rarely any folks moving anything but a stiff stare.. so i will obviously be the lone one in this effort if i express that total joy of life.. in letting emotions freely flow in a simple bliss of moving life.. to celebrate with joy.. just being here.. alive.. and healthy.. as truly sWell.. smiles…

And to my great surprise this is no young woman singing the song.. it is a 29 year old Autistic Man.. who can replicate the song pipes of any singer.. male or female.. with a creativity that flows and does not have to think.. and sure this is how i sing too.. however i pass that parrot stage.. as i do with technical writing at work.. and move into how music in my heart carries me above and beyond the written notes of others..

In Pop Music.. perhaps singer Sia is best at doing this.. some folks suggesting she is from another planet her voice is so unique.. and from lowest notes to highest notes for me.. i do not restrict either the dance or song of life.. in anyway.. if it feels good.. i simply do it.. my body and voice will tale me where to go.. without any worry.. or anxiety over planning ways of life…

I suppose that kind of potential comes with years of living in many shoes of life.. and all the dark stuff in my life is a blessing.. as i have walked in so many shoes.. i have enough common sense now.. to understand that humans are extremely complex.. and not judge a person on just one area of their life with a label.. and it also allows me the freedom.. to Love myself however i create the next moment free.. in the freest spirit of human imagination and creativity.. in the song and dance of life..

Anyway.. the young Autistic man singing..

appreciates my courage to dance.. as nah..

except for my bright white pants..

light blue shirt.. that says

‘IT IS WHAT IT IS’..

i can easily pass for law enforcement

or in the military with my super cool shades..

and muscular 234 LB body sitting on a 6 feet or so frame of bones..

The surprise comes when i float on land.. pretty much over the top..

for a dude who looks like me.. hehe.. but my aim in life is to dispel

stereotypes and myths of human limiting labels.. so i do everything

i can to be different to show folks what different truly is..

So yes.. i walk up to the young man and grab the microphone..

without grabbing it.. if you will.. as my voice carries these days.. with or without a microphone.. and i say.. yes.. i am on the Autism Spectrum as well.. diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome.. and i too.. love to sing.. as it allows me better to regulate my emotions and communicate them too..

Sure there is more details.. but i just let the young man sing.. without going into too many details.. but the nice young autistic man with a smile on his face says ‘isn’t he smart’.. with just another human way of connecting to another person.. with more than one label.. in this life of diversity..

and this young man like me does not speak until he is over age three .. and like me.. there are threats of institutionalism for perceived labels of human being.. according to his parents.. i chat with in the audience stands.. while he is singing…

dBut to see deeper in human ways is always to see more

than a label with no limits of human potential..

and this young man..

is going far.. as he sees no

limits for himself..

and neither do i..

the challenges of life.. as history shows..

is truly what shines the diamonds of life..

from just a label to brilliant light of human heArt..

spiRit and soUl.. expresSinG a way of life that may be new

to the other human eye.. as frigging something extra special..

taking steps that few folks take before..:)

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Hi friend.. the feathered sleep..
‘they’ say in numerology that
when one has completed all
the tasks of cosmic life
through life times of
practice and
practice
of making
grades pass
struggles this
and struggles that..
that one gets the gift of
free will.. 0.. and one can do
whatever one likes.. perhaps
one is born into fortune like
Buddha.. or one is born Now
as strong as Muhammad
Ali floating like a super
butterfly and singing
like a Bee with ease..
and sure one can
lounge around
and take
all their
life easy..
never give
a dime of
effort back..
but seriously how
can one who climbs
all the mountains.. sit
at the bottom.. and
never climb
again..
Real Heroes
do it for
more
than
just
them
alone..
REAL heroes GIVE
ten times or more than
what they get.. and sure
the Universe has a way
of rewarding wills
of real life
like
that..
f
r
e
E
And my
number(s)
iS… 0 1 1 1
for my
4 Life challenges..
coincidence… sure..
whatever ‘they’ say..;)

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JUST
another selfie
with the Bear Head Lady from the mall..
and classic photo bomb by the little boy with the tie..
who wants to be part of the creativity in full sWinG..:)

Yes.. the bear head makes an excellent conversation
piece to break the ice.. for a quick convo.. and lately
wherever i go.. it seems i make a conversation piece..
in different ways of dArk and liGht..
and sure most of the time.. I’m not
in the actual conversation..
just the topic of it..
wherever i go dance..:)

i must say again..
It’s truly amazing what smartphones
can do in the way of art.. today.. and the iPhone 6s..
with the simple point and shoot feature.. and much
better quality photos makes real magic of Nature
come to life.. raw.. just raw.. without any
enhancements at all..
Anyway.. i get really disgusted
sometimes for some folks who wish
this beauty all away with an apocalypse
to get a free ride to heaven.. when the REAL
Jesus says it IS now AS Nature.. per gnostic gospel of Thomas..
for those of us who learn to see it and feel it with more than literal
materialistic eyes.. if more people can truly feel heaven now..
they will wanna keep IT ALL CLEAN…
IN EVERY WAY..
WITH BLESSINGS AND PEACE..
WITH GRATITUDE FOR ALL WE
ARE GIFTED WITH.. AS
MOTHER NATURE
TRUE.. AKA
GOD..:)

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