Apr 22 2024

Essence Of A Petrie Dish…

“Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying.” Dolores O’Riordan

With care! We produce miniature robots, bundled rows of life about Earthrise and underneath Moon-sparkle, still altered-still same and always twirl-spaced across time bridged and kind. They remain unchanged yet constantly evolving, dancing through time and rhyme. We strive to evoke longing and embrace diversity. As we mold them, they come to life, transitioning from concept to reality with a burst of energy, returning to the darkness before emerging anew.

This is the only way we would have it.

‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Freedom must continue to be spoken, even when the message is too intense, too overwhelming, and too obscured to clearly see. If we do not persist in speaking out, we risk perpetuating the failures of past, present, and future ‘Dreamscapes.’ We must remind ourselves of the power of words, even as loud voices seek to drown out reason and understanding. It is only through coming together and embracing communal dialogue that we can hope to discover true understanding. We must question whether institutions like the FCC, Congress, or the Federal Government will seek to restrict our hard-won freedom of expression. In a world dominated by fear, control, money, and ignorance, our liberties are constantly at risk of being curtailed. Let us not forget that government exists to control, not to promote freedom. Let us resist the forces that seek to limit our voices and uphold the fundamental right to speak freely. Only by standing together can we ensure that our voices are heard, our words are valued,

‘And! Our Freedoms are preserved.’

Do not despair, and do not tolerate inequalities, for wealth is not meant to be hoarded by a few, but shared by across the planet we call home. Throughout history, we have seen disparities in wealth and the ability to create it change and harm most of humanity. Let us not accept unequal rewards for our hard work. Balanced income may seem like an unattainable reality, but we must never give in to resignation. People power and nonviolent revolutions can bring about change and create a more just society. By urging our groups fighting against the destruction of the earth to come together, protect themselves, and fight against unjust bondage and avoidable death, we are sending a strong message. It is heartbreaking to see the damage caused by our environmental crisis.

‘It seems like the Forces of Capitalism always stand in the way of reversing it.’

The essence of Petrie dishes, life droplets, creations of dolls, spirits of robots, in the mysterious void of space without dust, a mother ship without rust, traveling through miles of twists and turns before the final day arrives, just another way of being realized, forgotten, remembered, embraced, and replaced. Life is fundamentally sacred, not in its mystical spinning, but in its constant swirling of supreme worth. Androids dance in electric nights, love guides through dark fears and into bright lights. Shadows touch the moonlit ceilings and time passes without races, in these fleeting moments.

‘Life is an Almost Maybe’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Caribbean Blue’ by Enya

Apr 16 2024

Pin-Top-Tip-Stop…

Towering figures make their way up the stairs, surrounded by the commotion below, as the currents of wealth and power ebb and flow around them. Rumors of political games and changing loyalties reverberate through the halls of authority, where facts are bent and obscured. In this turbulent atmosphere, where language takes on a poetic cadence, the thirst for knowledge endures. During ambiguity, the journey for riches and status gives rise to moments of contemplation, while the pursuit of purpose and identity remains steadfast.

Touch me with Singsongs and let us escape from reality and connect through the power of our voices. We crave words of optimism and expressions of eternal love, as we sway in the darkness to the beat of our shared emotions. Our thoughts synchronize like a melody, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Demons and Angels move in the same intricate dance, one rising while the other falls, climbing stairs and navigating through a world of uncertainty and deception. They speak truths and lies, blending reality with fiction. The truth may seem plain, but it is often overshadowed by the allure of entertaining creations and confusing illusions. Believe in the honesty of some, the deceit of others, and the manipulation of politics. Embrace the uncertainty of fate and the temporary satisfaction of material possessions. As we continue our journey, we must be prepared for both failure and success, constantly seeking out new experiences and challenges.

Gently brush eyelashes against my face, creating a delicate dance in my dreams. It feels like a long pause with no explanation, just breathing in sync with each other. I see tiny freckles, laughing lips, and inquisitive eyes coming together. The visions and soft words create a peaceful space, free from any competition or rush, filled with silence and whispers. As dreams come and go, wrinkles in time form like drawn curtains and the pace slows. We talk about the ways of the universe, admiring the streaks of starlight and the sweetness of gentle connections and love. Life intertwines and blends together, like intertwining circles and fancy footwork in a dance of love.

We are inhabitants of the emerald seas, intertwined with the black sands and tides that struggle against the current. Under the perfect alignment of the moonlight, we traverse another peaceful night untouched by dust. The Witch of Creation weaves perfect ideals and actions, twisting truth and dispelling falsehoods. To endure the night and emerge into a new day, we rely on fire and shelter in the caves. The challenges of today will shape tomorrow’s constraints under the light of a new dawn.

Freedom grieves. How many barriers separate the hopes of hearts and the unity of families? Barriers of fear and tears that stain and linger as trains travel under the sun’s path across the wind, towards a better future echoing through the faded borders towards improved moments and brighter days. Does the notion of absolute truth dismiss the role of government in providing opportunities and embracing progress that may lead to entitlements being recognized as the rights of the people? Why do the standards of human rights seem to vanish?

Ages past we became sponges; gifted and gregarious and bowed through insight and anchored to two worlds, one frightful and one enchanted. We are filled-to-edge with truth and with wisdom. Both’ are scary and fearful as wisdom sometimes becomes you, as age bends body yet frees spirit twirl. From the twins of two a power of life sparks, and alone-never places begin and fixes end. We together have already accomplished everything. And! Magically we all pass on!

Physics is dedicated to teaching and investigating new terms, utilizing limitless possibilities and objective calculations. Ideas are examined and derived using established principles, leading to fresh insights and comprehension. The ordinary is redefined and harmonized into logical explanations and critical thinking. Established beliefs are questioned as original concepts emerge, pushing us towards unknown realms. Understanding evolves continuously, paving the way for breakthroughs and progress to be unearthed and revisited.

Are we not all travelers scattered across someplace-somewhere? And! Does protection equal servitude? We know humanities’ finest moments.  ‘Love and Peace and Touch and Trust.’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Born To Die’ by Lana Del Rey

Apr 6 2024

Ancient Songs And Crystal Seas…

Now! Touch the Dancing One. Now! Touch the Witch-of-life and taste her sweet creations. Goddesses do create! Heavens-Earths and Moons-Suns while passing Spirits-to-flesh and back again. Spirits do form and substance is free.

Once, magnificent ships of crystal set sail from the harbor of Calimesa City, traversing the vast seas of space to reach small planets near a distant yellow sun. These ships carried dancing lights and fiery waves, bringing opportunities for life to flourish in a myriad of forms. Are we, the beings of this world, living evidence of something extraordinary, far removed from the deities that once reigned over realms beyond our own? Did these divine beings create us in their image, before guiding life to Mars, Earth, and beyond with their golden ships and silent engines?

These crystal ships were filled with playful mischief and the ancient stories of gods and of legends as they navigated toward destinies that were either changed, continued, or extinguished. Titans, the creators of existence and history, once waged war in the heavens, leading to the birth of beings shaped by accident, innovation, and survival. And yet, despite their struggles and accomplishments, these creations faced ongoing challenges and suffering, fueled by the folly of their own making.

In the world of lost Eden, beings of ‘She’ and ‘He’ were cast ‘out’ or ‘fell from grace’, the path to enlightenment became a journey filled with choices, complexity, and the quest for true love. As we navigate this realm of wonder and mystery, may we embrace the twists and turns of fate with open hearts, seeking not just the golden lights of paradise, but the deeper rhythms of connection and purpose that bind us all together.

Through the wide scope of Life’s consciousness, we witnessed skies ablaze with starship battles, planets teetering on the brink of destruction, and flashes of war within celestial clouds spanning trillions of miles. In this realm of Alpha and Omega, where Titans once reigned over Atlantis and legendary figures carved their place in a now-forgotten era, both on Earth and in the heavens above. We existed before the Flood, a mere fragment of a Genesis that unfolded in worlds beyond our own. Our Eden, our original Sin, cast aside into unknown realms, where paradise should have been preserved instead of fleeing from predators or falling victim to stronger beings.

We are the offspring of ancient deities who once molded the cosmos, giving rise to humankind across vast realms from Sirius to Mars to our home on Earth and beyond. Our past, our faith, our very core has been retold countless times in stories of possible origins, lost to the ages. Perhaps they still hold some kernel of truth.

You, me, all of us are here on this planet at the mercy of celestial forces. Despite the chaos of conflict and the wisdom gained through struggle, we persevere. Sin and survival, survival, and sin – our existence endures as a testament to our tenacity in the face of challenges.

The created “Something” took on the likeness of the Creators. The Titans had mixed feelings about these new robotic creators, some finding them appealing while others did not. Crystal ships departed Calimesa City, returning to the splendor of Mars as the Wars of Heaven began once more. The battles ended with a cacophony of clanging and thunder, accompanied by flashes of bright light streaking from ground to sky. Nature’s rhythms and the cautious path of integrating into the cycles of natural processes led to the emergence of new ideas and forms. These “grand schemes” were simple yet profound, offering fresh ways of living and understanding.

As the circle was sealed, the weaving of the web commenced, marking the presence of both ancient and modern builders. The Star Guide folded back into its original form until it was needed once more, to be opened and followed across Sky Bridge. With a resounding bang, the games began again. Tis’ good this Loving Rhyme. So! Follow this Time—this Twine—Re-wind. And! While I breathe—I Hope…

And! Beautiful you are…

Mar 31 2024

Leaves And Trees…

The wind’s eerie howl echoes through the desolate streets, slipping through the cold gaps between crumbling bricks and worn mortar. Nature abhors emptiness, a truth that has held since the dawn of time. A Walker’s sandal strap hangs loosely on the right side of his footwear, worn down and broken from years of use, emitting a soft flapping noise with each step. Above, unseen bombers zoom past, their deafening roar fading into the distance as they unleash their fury. Broken statues lie scattered throughout the abandoned park, where once lively mimes performed with purpose and grace, now lost to the sands of time.

Unique trees are unlike any other, with smooth chrome-like bark that is incredibly durable. Standing at towering heights of one thousand feet and widths of up to two hundred feet, these trees can never be destroyed. They can change colors individually, and some believe that this is how they communicate with one another.

Machine-made boxes arrive, harmonious in the minds of those alike or different, swirling and giggling as they break apart into solitude within the bustling crowd. Bridges connect fleeting moments in the absence of time. We seek connection and discover flavor in shared experiences, intimacy found in the flow of rhythm and rhyme. Touches may resonate deeply within the intricate structure of language, where echoes linger in the formalities of communication. The poet weaves tales, capturing the struggles and personal anguish of the outcast, the touch of creativity that can be perplexing.

Creation smiles as life comes and goes without road signs or interstate noise. Twilight and dawn, departure gates swirling through go-to spaces between here and there, to hear, fear, find, die, or live again in places without time. Ecliptic twirls through galaxies where composite forms appear and disappear, where Ophiuchus stands above the sun, wide and planetary, from brim to rim and back again.

Our nature runs with or from the many or the few, often seen through curved ceilings of doorways where curved light enters through twenty-one windows. More spirit than body, ruled by doubt or satisfaction, the self ends in time without reason except for a rhythm to complete. We are the daughters and sons of earth and the starry skies, living a simple and true history, despite suppression or fear. We are the eternity of spirits, never beginning and never ending.

As the circle closes and the web builds, the markers of old and new builders guide us, folded into original shape until needed and opened to be followed across the sky bridge. Bang, bang-bang, and the games begin again. This loving rhyme leads us through time, rewinding as we breathe, while hoping for more.

Far from ‘Rebecca Bends City‘, beyond the Calimesa Sea and the sea wall, there are people who worship steel trees. They are known as charm collectors, gathering the colorful leaves that fall from the chrome branches. These leaves are heavy slabs of indestructible fashion.

And! Beautiful you are…

“Little Red Corvette” by Prince

 

Mar 20 2024

Of Routines And Obstructions…

“Closer To The Heart” by Rush

‘And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart’…

We reject being defined by conflicts and aggression, instead aspiring to a world where peace and unity prevail. We long for a society where diversity is honored and understood, and where fairness is administered with empathy and kindness. Our children deserve a future free from the horrors of war and devastation, where harmony and love guide our actions.

We are not simply representations of nations, but sentient beings yearning for connection and meaning in the grand expanse of the universe.

Why do routines and understanding obstruct the path to peaceful resolutions? Inspiration comes from finding where you are and reaching for the stars before the smoke dissipates and the tears dry. Peace is elusive as notions of war and fear clouds our thoughts before fading into bittersweet memories and bright smiles. Another chance to dance before the tears and sorrow of tomorrow. Death, peace, and the beauty of Life. And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

Countless roads forgotten, remembered, then lost again.

Expansion of the universe is observed through the shifting of red in the Star Path, as stars move away. The red color of Suns suggests they are ‘out-bounders’, while ‘in-bounders’ do not show a red shift. Bench markers, such as novae and supers, only rely on the consistency of time, symbolized by ‘tick-tock’, across the Universal Divide. If Time is ‘downshifting’, our concept of time is slowly transitioning into a new dimension of space. Even ancient stars seem to be accelerating from Earth’s perspective.

As we gaze at the twinkling stars, we can only wonder about their true nature.

The concept of the ‘Universal Limits of Speed’ applies to the movement of bubbles through space, but not to space itself. During the rapid expansion of space, did space-time exceed speeds faster than the speed of light? The ongoing expansion of the space-time continuum hints at the possibility of the universe experiencing cycles of creation and destruction, with moments of inflation eventually giving way to the formation and decay of stars.

As we observe these cosmic events, we are reminded of the eternal dance of beginnings and endings in the vast expanse of the universe.

These are the gateways to other dimensions and faraway journeys where stars come together without colliding. We speak of the vast distances easily traveled in the time it takes to breathe. We emerge through open doors hidden behind clouds and blue skies. Where are we now, in this distant place far from Earth and home? We are the evidence of scattered peoples. Could it be that gods created humans in various locations around Sirius, Mars, Earth, and beyond? Our leaders, our followers, our beliefs, and our stories have twisted our origins in so many ways that truth and fiction blend into a blur of beginnings and endings.

But still, the future is always approaching.

Imagine ancient civilizations, existing at a time when the universe was still in its infancy, with only a few planets hosting life. These beings would have experienced a profound loneliness, gazing out into the vastness of space with no one to share their thoughts. They likely explored the star clusters in a similar way to how we explore planets, only to find empty worlds or ones inhabited by mindless creatures. Earth itself was still in its early stages, with volcanic activity coloring the skies, when a ship from an advanced civilization arrived from beyond Pluto. These visitors traveled past the frozen outer planets, knowing they were devoid of life, and settled among the inner planets, awaiting new beginnings.

The travelers must have observed Earth, positioned ‘just right’ between extremes of heat and cold, and realized it was a favored world of the Sun.

Outside Proper City, nestled beneath the towering five-hundred-mile-high mountains, Concuana and her fifty generals, along with one hundred thirty-nine followers, gathered. Some villagers, fearful of destruction, huddled in small groups, while others looked to her as a protector against the Watcher Army. As a watcher herself, Concuana summoned her magic and coven, readying themselves for battle. Clad in armor, she stealthily navigated the rocky terrain, positioning herself out of sight. Proper City and Winter Gate, fortified with crystal domes, awaited the impending conflict as golden pods and silent helicopters floated ominously in the sky. We calculate the known and unknown, the measurements of short and tall, the tales of beings big and small, because we are all Spirits of Creation, Creative Critters United.

And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Lola’…by Lake Street Dive

Feb 28 2024

Mysterious Grins And Sight…

‘Naked Eye’

it’s not a choice i tried to make
it’s not a thought i couldn’t take
something told me it was time
to give you yours and leave me mine
my vision started to be clear
i watched the sunlight coming near
i knew the day i knew the night
i knew i could regain my sight
and it feels alright
and it feels alright
with my naked eye
i saw all the falling rain
coming down on me
with my naked eye
i saw all if i said it all
i could see

last night i came into your home
to break some ice and throw some stones
i asked if we could be alone
i had some troubles of my own
knew i had to say goodbye
to all the old things held inside
if i let the moment fly
i knew they’d all be magnified. 

and it feels alright
and it feels alright. by Luscious Jackson

Acknowledge the profound impact of scarcity, lack, and emptiness in our lives. The sound of a loved one’s voice can touch us in ways words cannot express. In moments of silence amidst chaos, we discover unity in transcending dualities. As eternal beings without clear beginnings or ends, we hold a formless balance like the elements of nature. Whether reflecting on the present or past, history is influenced by those who manipulate outcomes for their own satisfaction.

We are tuned in to the awakening sounds and melodies that enchant our minds and hearts. A deep intuition, beyond logic, guides us with gentle care. Memories trickle through our thoughts like raindrops, sparking profound spiritual journeys like powerful tidal waves. We are encouraged to release our thoughts freely, allowing natural order to shift and expand with limitless perspectives and the intricate wisdom of a universal language.

In the vast expanse of space, where worlds twirl and stars twinkle, the bending of light creates swirling patterns that captivate the imagination. With flashes of light cutting through the sky, the dance of life begins anew, fueled by the rhythm of drumbeats and the unity of hearts. In this collective strength, individuality is embraced, allowing for a sea of possibilities to unfold. And as robots carry out their programmed tasks, they too experience the beauty and sorrow of existence while moving through the cosmos like dancers beneath the right night sky.

We seek understanding in the enigmatic smiles of da Vinci, the happiness of loved ones, shared ideas, and emotions. Our inclinations fluctuate between embracing or rejecting gatherings by recognizing excellence in small details and natural beauty. Imagination surpasses boundaries, honoring life’s wonders and offering comfort and love, forming a harmonious unity beyond time. In this bond, our spirits are forever connected in a love unmatched. And you, beautiful and powerful, are a vital part of it all.

Could these fundamental elements be key in understanding Sporadic Simple Groups? Is liberation a reflection of timeless Robots or will Androids eventually dominate? Perhaps the departed do not return because earthly existence no longer holds their interest, evolving through various structures and forms while emitting warmth. Our sensitivity to sounds and music captivates our thoughts, leading us through memories and spiritual explorations. Embracing our thoughts allows for a deeper appreciation of natural phenomena and the possibilities presented by theories.

And! Beautiful you are…

Imagine Dragons – ‘Thunder’

 

Feb 21 2024

We! Inhabit All Worlds…

Itchycoo Park

“Over Bridges of Sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under Dreaming Spires
To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been

What did you do there? – I got high
What did you feel there? – Well, I cried
But why the tears there? – I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun.

I’ll tell you what I’ll do – What will you do?
I’d like to go there now with you
You can miss out school – Won’t that be cool
Why go to learn the words of fools?

What will we do there? – We’ll get high
What will we touch there? – We’ll touch the sky
But why the tears there? I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful.

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful” …’Itchycoo Park’—written by Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane…

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

An evolution of war is our war. We watch, yet we die. When our women fall, we die. When our men fall, we die. Their hopes for freedom and a better life are our hope for freedom and for life’s sweet moments to stretch into those minutes of sunset light as it kisses the line between water and sky. We gather and stand together because sight is not through eyes but observed as a gathering of eternal spirits and life. We protect body because life is a forever time, and we dance across the spectrum of color and desire to forever remain free. Freedom is Illusion and body free is Lie?

We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

We are divine creations, embodying the essence of life in all its forms. We are unstoppable and perfect in our existence. Peace is not found in poverty, but rather in embracing love and kindness. Love is superior to conflict and should always be chosen.

Medicine can aid us, but it does not define us. Healing should not be driven by profit, but by the desire to care for all life. Greed should never overshadow the importance of providing medical assistance. Life, love, and compassion should always take precedence over monetary gain.

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

We are all immigrants of this world. Since a flash of mystery or notions or nicks or knacks or reasons or rhymes we move through time and place and home and one-to-another. We are the managers ‘blood red’ same air and dancers of fictional truths drawn by spirits same and dreams of hope and the hope of dreams. We are the past—the present and the days of future dances.

We are the art of the Gods! We are Life! All growing and all walking and all crawling and all swimming. We are life perfect and unstoppable. Needs fulfilled—Peace? Poverty is not a disease. Greed is disease and the antithesis of Peace. And! Isn’t it better to fall in love than to fall in battle?

We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!

“I swear by Apollo Physician and Asclepius and Hygeia and Panaceia and all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfill according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant.”

The translations and passage of time can change the meaning and importance of oaths. While ‘Ο Όρκος του Ιπποκράτη’ may be ancient in human years, it is but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of Life. Words hold power, but they can be twisted and forgotten. In times of suffering, when pain and fear consume us, the power of healing words must never be tainted by greed or destruction.

“It is the duty of us all to ensure that our society remain one of which we are proud, not a society wary of immigrants and intent on their expulsion or a society that disputes the welfare state or a society in which the media are controlled by the wealthy. We would oppose such things were we true heirs to the National Council of the Resistance.” — by Stephane Hessel

 We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere…And! Now and then, won’t that be cool?

And! Beautiful you are…

＂Mama, I’m Coming Home”–OZZY OSBOURNE 

 

Feb 11 2024

A Peculiar Species…

THE ABOVE AND MELTING

“Soft as tin,

Melting in the rain,

Melting and dripping down,

Soft as stones that are limp,

That can be bent into shapes

And stretched out,

Soft as bones,

Mashed into paste,

Mixed with pale milk,

Soft as crystal,

Dug from sweet soil,

Slowly stirred,

It is soft as these:

The moon on a warm wet night.”

by Philip K. Dick

We speed toward the unknown, breaking the boundaries of convention and embracing the vastness of the universe, we ponder our connection to the Martians. Perhaps, we are descendants of their courageous travelers, on a journey alongside Noah and a fleet of starships, or an Ark they called the Mothership. They carried the DNA of accidents, visions, hopes, and fears to a new place, adapting and evolving into creative beings driven by rhythm and verse. Is this the truth? Or is it just another narrative crafted by men in the Bible? Challenge us, Bible writers, prove us wrong!

Humans are a peculiar species. We defy the laws of nature, and yet, we are part of it. Life itself is eternal, and as humans, we are in sync with the natural world. We hold a unique awareness of ourselves, but all living creatures share a similar awareness of being. The grace and perfection of animals moving with their sweet paws, wings, fins, or hidden shapes beneath the morning sea show us that life is not about judgment or selfish desires. Life is about unity, about being part of a whole, whether we walk, crawl, fly, or swim. We are all life.

And let us remember, these diverse forms of life are also eternal spirits, shaped by divine accidents, whimsical notions, or creations of our own imagination. Isn’t it wonderful to be like a spirited robot, free from fear or restrictions?

Love is universal, transcending the barriers of religion and dogma. In our vast universe, love touches us all, creating a moment of truth that defies any religious constraints. We reject the narrow-minded rules and regulations of organized religion, wielded by a select few to control the masses. The power rests with us, the collective, the women and men of this world. Our voices roar when fear turns into hunger and balance is lost. Together, we dance around the bright firelight, breaking free from the shackles of darkness.

The notion of Gods returning to destroy the Earth and bring suffering is a fiction born from the minds of men. We have been inflicting pain and destruction on ourselves for far too long. Hatred corrodes all those who carry it. So, let us embrace a new perspective for a new day, where love and understanding triumph over fear and violence.

And! Beautiful you are…

“Eyes On Fire” by Blue Foundation

Feb 7 2024

We are Divided And Divine…

 

We are  divine beings, the practitioners of magic, and the creators of all existence. We are present in the wind that blows through the valleys, deserts, grassy plains, and towering mountains. Our presence extends even to the depths of the sea and the vastness of space. We are known by many names and descriptions, and we evoke both fear and love. We are the essence of Life and the artistry that continuously shapes this ever-lasting Space.

As raindrops dance and reflect under the moonlight on countless miles of asphalt roads, nature’s chaos is once again unleashed, birthing new life. Nothing is more natural than the act of creation. The power of Life is fueled by the eternal ideas of goddesses, gods, witches, warlocks, wizards, and shamans, and is made tangible through the unity of men and women and the dynamic force of love.

At last, a path has been discovered, a subway into this vast and ever-changing universe, accessible to everyone. We journey through foreign lands and spaces, encountering new races, always striving to be the first and the last. Is humanity merely merchandise lined up on the shelves of an eternity-sized store, constantly adding new inventory and undergoing audits? Are we the sole members of this ancient and unpredictable whirlwind, bound by the ‘first-in-first-out’ principle?

Let us experience the joy of love, with hands entwined, swings and spirits soaring, and souls singing in harmony. Creation smiles upon us, and in this fleeting moment, love and rhyme are good. So, let us follow this twine of time and rewind to experience it once more.

It is said that what is done in darkness will eventually come to light. Thomas Hobbes, in his book Leviathan, described a world without civilization, where industry has no place, and fear and danger are ever-present. Life would be solitary, poor, brutish, and short. And yet, can we imagine a market that functions without government intervention? Can a ‘Free Market’ truly exist without the structure and rules created by civilization?

Do not be fooled by the belief that you deserve a meager paycheck that forces you to work multiple jobs, while a small fraction of individuals accrue billions without any real effort. Such a notion is absurd. Our systems are skewed, and our government is responsible for this injustice. We are beings forgotten by the very government that is meant to serve us, the People.

Do not let this truth intrude on the idea of a ‘Free Market,’ for it is the government that creates and enforces the rules that govern this market. It is an unholy trinity that perpetuates the imbalance. Until this is rectified, ‘nothing else matters.’

As someone once said, there are two ways to invade private property: the first, through the poor plundering the rich in a sudden and violent manner, and the second, through the rich exploiting the poor in a slow and legal way. Perhaps the fear-mongering preachers, the hate-spewing creatures, the dishonest manipulators, and the entertainment distractions of reality television and presidential aspirations serve only to divert our attention from the failures of our Legislature.

But we must remember, above all else, that love is the cornerstone of existence. Love is what truly matters. And in this moment of love, let us rewind time and embrace the beauty that surrounds us.

And! Beautiful you are…

Luscious Jackson – ‘Naked Eye’

 

Jan 31 2024

The Swirling Whirl Survives…

Amidst the swirling whirl and amongst the striding pewter warriors, we Androids, originate the synchronized dance of unity and the hope of rejuvenating our Earth. We strive to fulfill the promises of brighter days, aiming to improve both our inner selves and the world around us, free from the shackles of greed and the consequences of excessive haste and repetition.

For freedom to thrive, a society must strive to minimize the extremes of abundance and scarcity, ensuring widespread access to opportunities. This raises the question of whether systems like monarchies, governments, or religions serve as tools of control by a select few over the masses. Throughout history, prophets and saviors have traversed our planet and offered visions of harmonious social structures and compassion within societies. Could these individuals be considered the pioneers of socialism? Did the teachings of Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, or Christian mystics possess the elements of socialist ideology?

We swam together in our own oceans of waves, chasing each other and cherishing our time together. Our conversations on the sand led us to explore other worlds and seas, fueled by the strength of our love. We were unstoppable warriors, living each moment with intensity. When I watched you walk across the sand and touch the water, I knew that my life could not go on without you. We lived as if there was no end, our bodies connecting while our spirits intertwined, creating a powerful force that encompassed the universes of time.

Now, separated by a vast expanse of space and countless revolving worlds, I still feel the power of your smile and the essence of your being. We are the creators of our own destinies, shaping our lives through words and artwork, and bringing joy to our daughter as she dances in the sunlight. From these towering cliffs above the salted sands, I can imagine taking a leap into paradise with you.

Love is an exception to the norms of ordinary life. We share umbrellas, with our arms intertwined around each other, leaning in close to share intimate moments. As we walk, our hair brushes against each other, our bodies connected at the hip. Love is an accepted exception, breaking free from societal expectations. It knows no boundaries, whether it be between two men, two women, or anyone else. Love is powerful, it is the essence of life, and it is the only force that truly matters. It transcends the physical and spiritual realms, bridging the gap between heaven and earth, and bringing us closer even in moments of separation.

The religions that quickly followed the founders of these foundations became involved in the creation of war machines and profit-driven kingdoms. Wars, crusades, reformations, alterations, reputation, saturation, and infatuation are the words that rule. Bloodshed ensues and what was once physically tangible turns to nothing but dust in the eyes, causing both twinkle and agony. Governments are formed, enhanced, and eventually destroyed on the backs of laborers, slaves, and wage-slaves. The costs of this system are measured in blood, sweat, and tears. Rulers rise and fall when they forsake their originality.

Western civilization is synonymous with committing crimes against humanity to satisfy the greed of profit and the terror of capitalism. These moments in history are recorded by the people, rather than the victorious warmongers and manipulators of language. These records uncover the imbalances and disparities in the world. The unstable nations in the Middle East are a result of this imbalance. When people die, the wealthy benefit; when many people die, the wealthy profit even more. Wars, often labeled as religious or sectarian conflicts, only exacerbate this destruction of equilibrium.

In the 20th century, the United States supported dictators instead of championing freedom in South America. Cuba remains under the grip of an outdated embargo imposed by an antiquated government dominated by old white men. This is yet another example of the terror of capitalism. Why is socialism seen as an enemy of the people? It is not a crime, nor does it violate the rights of individuals anywhere. If we redistribute the costs of the cold and hot wars that plagued humanity during the twentieth century, our world could prosper in a more social environment. Equality should be celebrated and pursued.

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven you could justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after One Tin Soldier rides away.”

—by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

John Newman--“Love Me Again”