CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs

yEs.. rolLinG credITs.. to mY
best asSet and mUse..
WitH Seahorse.. Turtle..
and INfiNitY
YeS.. and
Katrina fUllY t00..;)
Well.. like they say..
talk to the foot.. right
foot first.. before i become
an invisible man again.. hehe..
yes.. a balance..
the air.. the water
floating on a breeze
through all the shopping
stores.. while Katrina
does her job
of retail therapy
and a great dance
day it was.. talking
to all the usual mall
and other store friends..
including Dancing Friend
Cortney who is moving
on to a government job
in Natural Conservation at
the beach.. and will no longer
be the friendly clothes sales person
at that store.. where lots of women go..
Charlotte something or another with
an ending Russe.. according to Katrina..
but anyway.. one end of the mall i’m not
likely to go.. without smiling Cortney
there.. but so happy she found
a job with the government..
so hard to get one’s foot
through the door.. hehe..
on the topic of feet again..
haha.. but one of the
few opportunities
to get a job
where one can
actually retire as early
as with 25 years of service..
as i did too.. sad now that job
security and benefits like this
are no longer nearly as much
a part of a culture that values
loyal employees any more with
lifetime benefits.. anyway.. Cortney
is proof it is still possible to do.. fairly
fresh out of college with persistence
if ya keep
kicking at it
and never stop
trying to make the next step!..
And yes! a song for this by
Freddie Mercury that is so cool!!too!!..:)
Hey man.. Mr. X aka B..
just a ‘footnote’ here of
sorts.. a thank you to you..
for helping me to
pursue my human
potential at dVerse
by being so open-minded
to eXtreme creative strangeness..
hehe.. i remember when you called
that 6K first blog post titled Revelation
66 at the place that you and Claudia
created still named dVerse Poet’s Pub..
the Mother of all Blog posts.. well..
this one my friend.. a full year journey
of responding to all links and prompts
with or without linking my stuff..
so ha..
one more
open link here
for the road friend..
weighing in at
338,630 words
and around 300
beautiful beach photos..
that yes.. requires a fast
computer and broad band
access and a couple minute
wait to even taste
with intro
of Dear John..
yes the Dear
John Letter of the
ages.. perhaps.. my
friend.. B.. i will never
forget your kind spiRit
and sure that still SinGs
as pARt of the SonG oF
My SoUL.. that amasses
662 chapters of one entire
3 million plus poem that
is my entire blog now..
so inspired
by what
you and
Claudia created
as whole.. sTiLL
liVinG at dVersE nOW..
i know you are doing great..
i can feel that.. and i’m sure
your boys are enjoying all your
time my friend.. God Bless..
and may the
always SinG
A SoUL of heArt
wITh you mY FriEnd..:)
“Endurance is one of the most difficult disciplines,
but it is to the one who endures that the final victory comes.”
~~ Buddha ~~
SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid..
today has been a day of turtles
for me.. from Katrina’s tattoo..
to objects of her
in figurines..
to a friend helping
to conserve turtles landing
a job doing that at a beach..
to the patience and
over one of the
longest lives
a Turtle
protected in
SheLL.. often
lives in NatUre free..
and the other night at the
gym.. i asked the assistant there
why do Monkeys rarely fall out of trees
and Hawks fall down from sky.. and she
asked why and i said one word.. practice..
yes.. practice.. practice.. practice.. continuing
on after every setback.. finding liGht iN the dArkest
of places more than yesternoW.. now… so much
practice iN excellence of liFe
makes hUman
what HuMaN
tRuLy can
be In both
potential for change
and Epigenetic unpacking
oF DNA foR All the gifts our
ancestors share that sadly
culture has taken away..
noW.. ripe for
thE remembeRinG
iN hEart.. SpiRit..
MiNd.. and BoDy
BalanCinG sOul
noW for those
fiNd and
practice tHeir
alWays nEw giFts
oF liFe poTEnTial..
most everyNow.. i lEarn
a neW moVe.. iNnately..
iNstinctually.. and
iNtuitively.. FeeL
NeW EmoTioN..
more nuanced
than before..
wHeRe the
withiN eXpanDs..
more and more..
anyWay.. thank you.. very
much for helping me to continue
to go past limits everynow.. wHere
the past now of day to day noW..
looks and feels liKe
iN compariSon
to pursuiNG aLL aVeNues
oF lEarning.. FeeLinG.. kNoWinG
iN moVinG.. connEcTinG
And CreATinG waY
iS to gRow
wHere No
oF Ocean
haS swAM beforE..:)
Have you ever noticed that in the major
sacred texts.. of the Bible.. the Kuran..
the Tao.. there is almost
zero humor.. like
the God of Nature
has no laughs
or sMiLeS..
Jesus.. don’t
you kNow GoD
SMiLes and Laughs
aS iNfiniTY WiDe and
morE noW.. WeLL..
i for one
aim to change..
to edit the pArTial
trUth of beFore.. wHere
theRe is more than why so
serious and threats of swords..
chopping F iN heads off.. rape
and killing of little women.. including
little children.. and just like the JoKer
oF God says.. why so F iN Serious when
this place i made
for you iS
F iN heaven
if you find me.. no hell
no.. not me.. and Jesus F iN Christ
when Jesus was talking about me
he wasn’t talking about the me that
was he.. he was F iN talking about
the me of God that lives within he..
yes.. i kNow and FeeL that may be
confusing for some folks but
as a very deep and
PERsON.. perHaps
Jesus didn’t realiZe
that a substantial part of
the ‘Tea PARty’ population
don’t get the deeper metaphorsE
of liFe and the psychopathic leaning
ones as science shows is inhabited
in the checklist of top ten professions
for that literal leaning senses only
eating sexing and maKinG CLERGY
money way of
away from
the figurative..
emotional.. REAL
heArt.. SpiRit and
miNd and BoDy SoUl
B A L A N c I N g noW
way of bEinG.. ThEY! just doN’T!
F iN gET! the deeper metaphorsE!
oF liFe.. and thaT is oKaY too..;)
as someone has to
make the bLack
and whITe
laWyer and
jUdge prinT
to make large
otherwise chaotic
groups of human beings
in cities to get along who are
only still evolved to connect to
100 to 150 sets of eYes but anyway..
some of us can clearly hear and see
God SMiLinG and laugHinG.. yes.. WITH US..
of God withiN instead.. and mArk mY words
i aim and Will to change
the perception of God
into a nicer way
of liFe thaN
frowny faces.. head
hunter.. raping little
children.. and burying Lesbians
to their chest and stoning them
and suggesting that God’s Homosexual
creatures do not deserve the same sacred
rights to marry in the F iN God’s church
that iS F iN Nature TrUe wHere God
WilL have no human lies
iN dARk and deceit
for division and
separation from
the UnITy oF God oF
Nature thaT iS aLL.. ugh oh..
i’m sounding serious.. but hey
i can be a ‘LIPtown laBeLed Tea ParTy’ too..
iF i closE oFF the hUmanITy and become judge..
lawyer.. and jury too.. but hell no..
i’m gonna DancE and SinG unTiL
the Cow of God comes home
to all in real fur away
from the Golden
calves of words
in books that have
made God into Grinch..
instead of Jolly old soUl
within his children free..
So with that.. giggles of Google
baby.. as i continue to spRead God’s Good Cheer..
away from the cLouds oF FrOwnS oN stiFF leG feAT..;)
god wInks..
God reAlly DO..:)
1981.. a cALL to the beach.. away
from 16 years of school.. including
third year of college.. with still 3 more
to come.. a three month break from
the matrix as it were and
still is.. walking the
beach.. needing
nothing.. wanting
nothing but to feel the
peace of living now then
now.. dead for a year in living
feelings exploding back.. mechanical
cognition takes it away and the art
of Nature bRinGs iT back
wITh the power
of within..
still walking..
buildings distant
in only footsteps of i..
at the beginning.. and
end aLwayS noW.. the Force
of aLL iS All Force but missing
awareness of Force.. a UniVerse
of mostly dark matter.. but a liGht
on places like Earth.. not just Sun
LiGht but blue azure color of
atmosphere and
finAlly eYes.
and ears.. touch..
taste.. proprioception..
smelling.. inside.. outside..
above.. so below.. and all around..
So.. no longer is the Force Devoid
of sentience.. the Force
iS alive and GroWinG
All around WitH aLL the
other sentience of
awareness oF
what iS..
for that
awareness noW..
LiFe IS A gift.. i can noT
imaGiNe anytHing better
than thiS.. wRite n0w..
and that
my friEnd
iS all i need
to kNow about
death.. the gift oF
liFe i have.. and to
make the mosT oF iT
noW.. iS the gift oF noW..
eXpreSsinG the blesSinG
oF iS of oZ.. a truly magical
place when viewed from the
coLd hard desert sands
of the moon..
and a little
sliver of Heaven..
no doubt that few
of what exists iN the UniVErse
overAll and beYond can enjoy
as Heaven now.. i’m not asking for
anything else.. but what i find iS if one
believes in magic.. magic becomes real..
so i’m gonna go all out and believe that
i will help to make life better on this plaNet
and the neXt adventure WiLL bE even more
awesome than now as now iSreal.. Faith.. Hope..
Belief in magic sTuFF.. calL iTGod.. the Force.. or WTF
just so it’s more than card board boxes without preSent
inside.. trUly.. Hope.. Faith.. Belief.. changes
the way the bRain works iN Frontal Lobe
enriching blood way..
use it or lose it.. yes..
applies to Faith.. Hope..
Belief.. as long as those eMoTioNs
are MoVinG the blood of hUman bEinG
to the reward centers of MovinG fronTal
Lobe BRain.. so yes.. for all practical
intents and purposes..
the reward
of God
is believing..
having faith.. hope
in something larger than
common mundane life..
and yes.. if nothing
else.. it’s worth
the blood flow
now.. to the Frontal
Lobe.. as Neuro-science
now shows.. for greater
cognitive executive
functioning in short
term working memory
and better focus..
and yes..
feeling good
away from living
dead in depression
and pain associated feelings
as well.. related to depression..
Call it whatever.. but as long as one
has faith.. hope.. and belief in magic..
it makes
a difference
bottom of line..
iN noW.. for those
who have the ability as
science shows truly not everyone
does.. as even a person who believes
in no ‘magic’ in life.. can meditate and get
almost no benefit at all or even less blood
to the frontal
Real iS
Real.. beginning
and end of story now..
but yes.. i will be a super
hero in the next lifetime too..
i can have
hope.. faith and
belief in it.. and
do iT noW too..
relatively speaking..
all natural of course..
in human potential wHere
folks tOld me ‘you’ are crazy
you will never do what you
say you are gonna do.. just do it..
oF My
LiFe too.. noW
and yes.. may the
metaphorse.. continue..
to be with you.. my friend.. too..
as truly the symbols are as good
as the emotions of faith.. hope.. and
belief.. to get that Frontal Lobe FloWinG
a Seagull
spiraling around
greater human
potential named
i suppose..;)
i like ‘these’
two poems as some
of the best i’ve
read from you so
far as trUly they
are maGic to me iN the
mYsterY oF NatUre iN aLL
Of wE wHo SinG free as
NatUre uS..
and trUlY.. mY
FriEnd.. when oNe
dances as the wind
and water in sand of Free
there is no gravity.. no time..
only noW as bliss of
now.. as my niece
asks me today
dancing with my great
niece of several years old
if i aM a swan.. and i tOld
her.. yes.. perhaps an ugly
ducKLinG iN form butt
oF aLL 230 LBs iN
fLoaTinG featHeRs..
never the
a graceful
Swan oF Force…
iN essence.. mY friend..
Angels come in all colors..
shapes.. sizes.. and even
beasts when
GravitY oF
one water..
wind.. sand
and Sun oF ForceNoW..
Time no longer froZen..
WinD.. WateR..
SMiLes.. my friEnd.. Prajakta..
yoUr poem here is quite
inspiRing.. second one
from last
and after
writing a
third of a million
words.. in perhaps
the longest Dear
John Letter
in recorded
i can relate..
wITh wINks..
aS trUly wE frEE
thInkers.. feelErs..
kNoWers.. can
maKe a
anY reaLiTy
wE WiLL to reAl..
aS BeautY oF poEtry
iS iN tHe ShaRinG..
GiVinG.. heARt
iN balanCinG
soUl.. wHeRe mUse
iS juSt anotHeR woRd foR
liFe mY friEnd.. so.. thanks
for the muSe as the crediTs
roLLinG foR inSpiRAtiOn oF
LifE noW iS mUseDom…..:)
Per Story of
and what iS
God.. most religions
agree that the divine
spark that is the force
of all stuff.. lives alive
in human being..
and the whole
oF aLLthATiS
iS beyond
the scope
of human alone..
allone is aLL.. end
and beGinNinG noW
of story ALLONEnoW..
so now that most folks
iN the World.. WeLL..
at lEast a suBstantial
porTioN understand
aLL UniVerse
moves beYonD
the borders of some
patches of land in mountainous
deserts.. and caves of smaller than
aLL.. what would trUly be the New Age
Bible.. a third of a million
Dear John words to
3+ Million Words..
by one human in one
poem.. better yet.. aLL miNds
and boDies conNecTinG iN
aN Emerald City.. so above
and below.. inside.. outside
all around.. without
the Sun providing
to screens
of hUmans MoVinG
ConnecTing creaTinG
iN virtuAL InterNet way..
relatively forever as long
as servers bRinG tHeiR
heArts.. thEiR spiRiTs..
yeS in miNd
and boDy BalanCinG
soUl.. online.. wHeRe the
number of new age Bible
writers are as limitless
as the number
Of gRains oF
sAnd oN ShoRes
oF Ocean trUe toGeTheR..
WeLL.. yes.. the Force oF
God WiLL have God’s
way.. no more books
of chains.. in hard
cover priSon noW..
no instructing
God on what
God can and
cannot do as Free
as We.. it’s a brand
new frontier of God
WiLd and Free liVinG
iN Human eYes of FeeLinG..
SenSinG.. kNoWinG more
than ever before.. and
the painting of
God’s hUmans
aRe EverYwHeRe
one bRoWses thiS New
Age Bible fULL oF iNterNet
noW.. wHere God HOlds
hands aNew wITh wE..
wHo bRinG Free
back to
last and
first supper
oF GoD iN noW..
TheRe ain’t no stopping
God.. juSt iMaGiNe whAT
WiLL continue to come iN
greater hUman God potential
as within.. if little old me can
do aLL oF thiS.. WitH onLY
a ‘little’ help from
aLL mY FriEnds.. no..
tHere is not enough
space here to list all the
nAMes wHo help me on tHis
jourNey so iT iS safe to say..
to FeeL.. to seNse.. and kNow
thAT ALLONE iS help for mE..
“iF YOU Build iT,
-FiELd oF DreAMs..:)
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