Thursday, August 31, 2006
Those who are not scarred BY history will be scarred FROM it.
There is something horrible than senseless tradgedy. While some things can be avoided had we just taken someone's advice, damage happens; carnage occurs. The universe is bent on it.
What happens when the reality of scars clashes with the morality of a generation? Scars don't hide well. They show up. They creep into our lives and overflow into other people's realities for generations to come. Scars are our badges, our proof that we exist in spite of ourselves or the world around us. We faced the world and kept surviving. What doesn't kill us; makes us stronger or does it? Can you count the fatherless? Can you number the homeless? Are we ravaged with single-parent homes? Are we drinking, whoring, wasting, pimping ourselves away? Are we dying from the inside out? Will we now turn and enslave ourselves?
Monday, August 28, 2006
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him,
"Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"
The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Moral of the story is:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I have said that I wanted to have a near-death experience that wouldnt hurt, mame, or leave damaged anything about me. I am fascinated by the power to get up from the grave. I have been to many funerals lately and it's odd to watch people's reactions to death. There really aren't that many different reactions; typically only 3 or 4. The great master painters studied those reactions and recorded them in their paintings.
If you get up or know the road back, can you be followed? Are we already dead trying to get back to life?
Monday, August 21, 2006
Perception is always viewed through something —
...even our hopes.
Can we really ever trust our perceptions or will they forever be ruled by the tinted shades of life.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
It is a gift. It is a curse. The craft of weaving the select units of communication, words like fresh morning spider webs, sticky to every part that fuels feverish need, bypassing the tests of reason and renders directly to the physio-emotional neanderthal that refuses the muse of civilization. Come hither, saunter slowly as the aroma of allure clouds your mind and lifts your feet, one trailing the other helplessly, without weight or effort. Come hither, feel your ears turn from their lobes that would defy listening to the wordsmith siren whispering in the darkness. Come hither, the words leaking from the tips of his fingers like honey from your own simmering pot, saunter slowly forward with a grace beyond gravity. Isn't my beautiful web glorious. It is the finest in all of France. You may cease your advance at anytime, it's ok, that's up to you. What harm could be rendered by anything so delicately beautiful like helium on a string, lighter than the atoms of thought itself.
What is it, that I would quicken your heart from planets away. What is it, that I might sing a song to your soul without opening my mouth for a million lifetimes. Such is the craft. It is a gift. It is a cuse. Come hither into my most beautiful web and rest for an eternity; til one page is hidden by another turning.
real spider2: http://www.margobors.com/zo_spider3.jpg
(black widow: http://8thwood.com/images/blkwidow.jpg
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Lonliness — the world is loaded with people who experience it daily. I have rarely had a problem with being "alone" but I have occassionally been lonely. I rather fancy being "alone" for the most part; other than my typical quality time. Lonlines has the power to focus one in on oneself. If you don't like who your with, you're screwed. You are with you everywhere you go. I suspect most are afraid of being with themselves for fear of what they might discover. I typically have know what there was to discover and have little fear of such revelations. It's hard work being alone and equally hard to enjoy the loud solitude of lonliness. I guess I was lucky, though it didnt feel like it at the time, I grew up alone and lonely most of my life. I grew to enjoy it and accept that I was occassionally different from other people who preferred to be somewhere else. Now it's all the more true..."I" prefer to be without them.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Poetic Fridays..........Today I give you just a few lines from one of my very favorite writers, poet even, Mr. Edgar Allan Poe — master of the macabre.
by Edgar Allen Poe
"....‘Prophet!’ said I, ‘thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore’
Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’. "
....its kinda like Final Destination 3 — how is that possible if the first one was final, nevermore/evermore....
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I need to feed my mind with positive things.
Today is just worse than others.
Today I need to receive; but I am only comfortable with giving.
Too proud to say I want... too out of touch to say what...
too much feeling sorry for myself with no rational reason.
Tomorrow is a new day.
See, I'm already doing better.
...so beautifully said: author: withheld; but blessed....
p.s. I have 14 glow-in-the-dark smilies; u can have one....:D
It could always be worse, you could be me....
This article caught my attention. Obviously it caught yours too...keep reading. Of course, there are a million stories that come to mind; none of which I will share here. Evenmoreso; a thousand giggling backhanded thoughts greet even more insinuations. All ignored. Nonetheless, who is spending money on these juicy tidbits of irrelevance. OK, so it is entertaining.
Sharing a bed with someone could temporarily reduce your brain power - at least if you are a man - Austrian scientists suggest. When men spend the night with a bed mate their sleep is disturbed, whether they make love or not, and this impairs their mental ability the next day. The lack of sleep also increases a man's stress hormone levels. According to the New Scientist study, women who share a bed fare better because they sleep more deeply.
For the contiuation of this story, please proceed here.
....the normal can be so odd...........M
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Assume Your Throne!
In the before time, I was always afraid that someday I would wake up to discover I was someone else or that my identity had been hidden from me until a specific time. Not that it makes any sense; but it happened just the same. Sometimes, I am still not sure it's not true. I only hope it is someone good.
Biblically speaking, Paul urges us to constantly renew our minds. This concept refers to our knowledge of the scriptures, as well as the power of refreshing that comes from remembering the reasons for our choices, successes and most victorious moments. Since the human is such a fantasticly designed machine, the power of it's mind allows memories to recreate the "energy" from any remembered moment; even as far down as the sensation of the smell, temperature, texture, heartbeat, etc. of said moment and revive them into the "now" no matter how long ago.
Biblically speaking, we are also warned not to "covet," which is wanting something someone else has. Again, whatever we harness the power of our focus upon, becomes our state of mind. The human is capable of great good and even worse evil. There is so much to be said about what we as people can actually do. Created a bit lower than the angels, Man is given some "god-like" powers and dominion over the earth with a charge to become "Christ-like," who is fully man and fully God. I am not sure I have my brain wrapped ALL the way around that one yet...but what a skull full. Anyway, there are oodles of "success stories" that involve people who set their mind to something or decided many years ago that some event/situation was going to take place and they kept that dream until it manifested. Hence; the power of the mind is not to be taken lightly and if we should dare to vent it on the torment of someone else; woe unto them and us.
I guess the point of all this is whatever you get out of it. Don't limit yourself or your mind to irrelevant thinking...it creates very tiny, dark dungeons. It so easy to give up at the things we fail at often; but tomorrow does not have to be determined by today or yesterday. At the same time, actions have consequences. Think wisely.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I have come to see the body as merely a cacoon for the spirit. The spirit lives on after we, the body, are melted away into the earth of its origins. This invisible energy that is injected or wrapped by this cacoon of flesh has great and alarming capacities. We struggle to understand it; but really, we are clueless to its real potential. We spend a great deal of effort and fuss on something that is going to be torn apart like expensive wrapping paper on a 2 yr old's birthday gift. We daily feed the spirit inside with very little consideration of what is good for it; but more so for the worthless cacoon wrapped around it. Then we wake up some day much more aged than before and wonder why our spirit has cancer...closely followed by rage toward God for not fixing it or stopping it from happening to us. The horrifying truth: we subjected ourselves to an outcome of our own choices and appetites.
Friday, August 04, 2006
|The ground shook in fear from the terrible approach of angry thunder. The light had been chased away by the black clouds beginning to congregate heavily outside my window. I knew there was trouble coming. Anyone would have known...all the signs were there. I tried to remain calm; keeping my head cleared just in case I needed my brains more than good sense. It was no secret how much I loved storms. The question that began to creep in wasn't love; but an overwhelming sense of danger. Was it just my sixth sense or an overactive imagination realizine the brute force of nature.|
As I continued looking out the window, I noticed the American Flag being whipped in the wind across the street; bellowing in the rage of the wind...writhing like whelps on human skin. The litter scampered from the ground to the sky, sauntering in altitudes as the wind whisked along the cold gray aspalt. It was building. Everything was in chorus with the approaching storm. It's hostile takeover of everything not nailed to the ground was more than apparant. Trees began to bow to the coming wind gods like subjects to merciless royalty.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I stood outside myself and watched me
in the mirror peering back...all of them...
I was reading a friend's blog concerning our lust for the overwhelming power of the darkside and the struggle to control or manage its allure. It was something that I understood perfectly. Like the instruments in a grand symphony, the dark forces have played their melodic tones in the core of my being since before I knew who or that they were there. I "assume" that everyone has them or has heard their sirens.
I know for me that I seriously doubt that I would have survived without them; or at least that is how they have convinced me. I grew up a nerd with almost no friends and relatives might as well have been enemies. In fact, comic books were my only friends for a very long time. Other than church, there were very few places I ever felt at home and even that didn't last much longer. The only people I got along with were my teachers ... people who usually much older than I; guess I am an 'old soul.' I noticed after several years of bullying and solitude, a great rage had grown without notice. The years of helpless nerddom had created its own savior down deep, fueled by the graciousness of the darkside. The darkside never ask me to jump through any hoops or hold my tongue to the left or seek it out after hours or days need. It was always easily available with a welcoming embrace. Even now the words smatter my mind before I can type them, urgently bouncing like hail against the inside of tender fingertips to get out before the freedom to do so is gone.
The good news is still the "Good News"! I continue to assimulate the dark energy into light energy. I do believe in good; bad is just easier. Over time I have strived to not hate—but somethings will always be on that list including laziness, sloth, noncommittment, victimizing the innocent, etc.
Door closing...... I think I am empty or at least ending this one...too many memories coming back. L. Ron Hubbard was right on with Dianetics. We are who we started out and maybe we never get over it...we just get better at hiding it from ourselves.