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Dead Winter Night

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Death, Loss, Love, Poetry, The Beatles, Tributes, Very Bad Poetry on December 1, 2012 at 8:57 pm

Frigid silver
Glittering cold
Run through the door
Drop my coat to the floor
“He’s waiting for you…
He should be gone…
But…
He’s waiting…
For you…”
Our yes meet with a song
It fills the air
“Who knows how long
I’ve Loved you…”
I will search eternity
Search the stars
Forever and forever
Always and a day
Because Time
With you, Love,
Shouldn’t end this way …
“… Will I wait
A lonely lifetime
If you want me to
I will…”
Then, my Love,
He just slipped away

💜💜💜

Love you forever and forever…

As Astra per Ardua

💜😢💋

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Revolution

In Indifference, Life, Love, Madness, Music, Peace, Philosophy, Places, Politics, Syria, The Beatles, Ugh, War on August 27, 2012 at 4:23 pm

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Demonstrations in Idlib. These are the people being slaughtered.

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I don’t think you’re going to like this but it needs saying…

Sorry. But I’m genuinely choked.

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I know I’m a ‘grown-up’ and I should be able to wrap my head around things such as war, political unrest, poverty, inequities…

Sigh…

But, I can’t. I won’t. I don’t understand. I refuse to accept that this is just the way things are, have to be.

I don’t have anything to say except: Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Huh?

*shrug*

Why?

Just when I thought Syria could not possibly get any worse? It has descended into complete, total, utter madness and chaos. I mean, you have got to be kidding me, right? What gives? This isn’t really going on is it? And no one is doing anything? Humanity is letting itself down again. Selling itself short. Again? Yeah. Just like we let down Rwanda and Roméo Dallaire. Darfur

Do you see a pattern emerging?

We keep failing ourselves, each other.

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When I was teenager I worked at the mall. One of the shopkeepers was Syrian. He confided in me stories of the horrors of a dark, shadowy land in the clutches of oppression. He said that he missed it, the land. It was his home. But, he was very grateful to be free of the oppression. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes when he told me Syria was a very bad place. I believed him then. I believe him now. The evidence has become irrefutable. These things don’t just happen overnight. They simmer under the surface before they boil over. And this one had been stewing in a crockpot forever. I’m surprised it hasn’t just evaporated the heat has been on so long.

Yeah.

This has been going on for a long time, people. Decades. Fifty years. It just wasn’t newsworthy. I’m not blaming the ‘liberal’ media here, there are many other factors at play. It’s been blown wide-open now. Those in the ‘know’ saw this one coming and chose to look away. Chose to do nothing while they dazzled and distracted us with stories of WMD and the like. You know, the usual muddled hodgepodge of obfuscations that would keep us from the issues of the day, the glaring inequities with which we should really concern ourselves.

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.”

~ Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Dig?

We’ve been asking the wrong questions. We’ve been fooled, are fools.

There’s cataclysmic suffering being endured on a grand scale. Grand. It’s not just Syria, either. It’s global. Universal. It’s in our towns and cities, too, this suffering. These great divides, chasms that prevent us from attaining utopia, Universal Bliss.

We keep telling each other we’re wrong. We keep arguing and warring over what? What?!? That one’s world view should take precedence over another’s? There’s room. There’s plenty of room. Room for us all. For all our perspectives.

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According to the Law of Physics no two people may physically occupy the exact same Space at the exact same Time. Every event that has been ever been witnessed in the entire history of Time and Space, the Universe, has as many versions as spectators present. Because to have an identical perspective would mean you would have to see it from identical physical locations with an identical set of ‘controls’ which we know is impossible. Right, cats and kittens? Even though we may share similar beliefs, ideas, opinions, etc. they are never exactly the same. We have arrived by different paths, means, circumstances. It’s all relative.

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So how can we all adhere to one doctrine, world view, then? We can’t. It’s not going to happen. We’ve got to let go. Stop trying to control one another. It’s not working. It’s not. You know it. You do. And if you don’t, please, take a step back and consider what I propose here today.

“The most important trip you may take in life is meeting someone halfway.”

~ Henry Boye, Publisher

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I’ve been watching the world turn my whole life. At this juncture it would seem the species has done the same things over and over again engaged in a some cyclical insanity anticipating a different outcome? At what point do we say “enough” and try something different? Or, at least stop what we are doing until we figure out how to do it right?

How hard can it be?

Live and let live not Live and Let Die. I don’t wanna give the other fellow hell. I want to Love him, gift him the Heavens. That’s what I wanna do. Please, join me? Let’s gift each other the the Heavens, hey?

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September 11th is the 35th anniversary of the murder of South African anti-apartheid opponent Stephen Biko while in police custody. (But you only know about the other September 11, right? Right.) Pussy Riot has been charged wth hooliganism and detained in Russia? Really? A bunch of girls in a band? And Wikileaks? C’mon. They’re going to kill the messenger? The messenger? Really? Arab Springs across a continent and it’s the Syrian people who must endure the retribution?

Dissent is not disloyalty. Massacring civilians is.

Dissenters are being silenced with impunity and civilians are being massacred while the planet watches from the sidelines. The game, the locations, keep changing but it’s the same story Time and again. The very definition of insanity from where I stand.

In 2012? Tsk.

Nothing ever changes? I swear they’d revisit the Spanish Inquisition if they could and burn the lot of us at the stake — or, at least, me.

I’m discouraged. Disillusioned. I need a Revolution. WE need a Revolution. It has to be us. There’s no one else. It’s our problem. Our’s. Not someone else’s. If we don’t stand for the Syrians, the downtrodden, who will stand when they come for us?

Stand and be counted. Please? Please?

Please?

Now.

My ‘Dads’ will tell you how it is. Revolution. 1968. It’s still relevant today.

It’s gonna be alright, isn’t it? Please, tell me it will?

Or, might there be an underlying $inister human element at work in all of this — undermining our prospects for peace in the name of power and profit — of which we’re all blissfully unaware? Just sayin’ is all.

Related: The Great Song of Indifference

Help!

In Comic Relief, Groovy, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, Places, Silly, The Beatles on July 31, 2012 at 12:13 pm

Anyone else have these silly, euphoric moments where Life and Music — especially the Beatles — consort in perfect synchronicity? I’ve had a quite few. This is one. The first one. It’s a James Bond (Austin Powers?) moment, too…

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I was waiting at a bus terminal to transfer and listening to my cassette Walkman when I was younger, so much younger than today.

Bus arrives. Everyone queues. I’m an ‘after you’ kind of girl. So, I bring up the rear.

Mix-tape ends. Flip it. Press play. Look up. Everyone’s on? The driver is waiting on me. Smiling at me.

Oops! Sorry, dude!

Make to step up.

The moment my foot touches the stair the James Bond Theme intro to Help! by the Beatles starts!

Bah! Bah! Bah!

He-e-e-e-ey. Alright.

“Do-do do do-do-do do-do do…”

I smile. Suppress laughter. Flash my pass. Wink. Nod.

Bond, Jane Bond.

The driver smiles back at me just as large? Can he can hear it, too, I wonder?

Wade down the aisle…

“Do-do-do do-do do-do-do…”

Size up all possible threats as I go. Double Agents? Assassins? No?

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

Everyone smiled back? So? It’s all good. I’m clear. Haven’t been ‘made’.

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

I plunk down into an available seat toward the back at the exact moment the Lads shout…

“Help! I need somebody!”

Whoa! It was just getting way too Cosmic! WAY.

“Help! Not just anybody!”

I burst out laughing! I just couldn’t ‘help’ it!

“Help! You know I need someone!”

It was an entirely impeccable coincidence!

“He-e-e-e-elp!…”

Perfect!!! Groovy-good! Holy 🐮!!!

Felt like I was in a Bond movie, — or, the as yet to be created: The Spy Who Shagged Me? A silly spy musical with the Lads?

Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra silly and cheeky I introduce myself as ‘Bond. Jane Bond’ because of that.

I ❤❤❤❤❤ it when the canvases of Life and Music harmonise at once in flawless synergy. Très bien ensemble. Beautiful.

Hey, cats and kittens, here’s some Help!

Michelle

In Groovy, Infinity, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, The Beatles, The Universe on July 25, 2012 at 6:18 pm

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The Opal Sorceress
by G.A. Rosenberg
Check out his psychedelic blog at: www.wakingspirals.wordpress.com

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Rubber Soul was my first fave record in life (age 3?). It was released two years before I was beamed down. It had always been part of my life here on the blue planet.

When I received the cochlear implant music WAS NOT a goal of mine. Had lost it once. Was unprepared to do so again, to fail. Just wanted to be able to talk on the phone, at the grocery store, the bus stop, bank… To people who talk to me… because EVERYONE talks to me, asks me for directions, spare change…

But, then, one day the music came through the White Noise? It was very simple, all I could understand. It was the closest I’ve ever come to a bona fide, BONA FIDE religious experience! It felt like I had been kissed full on the lips by the Universe! MWAH!

And, I mean, MWAH! 💋

Holy 🐮!!! And how! 😜 YAY!!!!! HOORAY!!!!! Rainbows of ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ squared and cubed again and again x (the universal constant + infinity + absolute zero) x E=mc2!!!!!

Gasp…

RAINBOWS of it, man! RAIN-BOWS!!!!!

Fractals… of… RAINBOWS… of… LOVE! FRACTALS of ❤❤❤❤❤!

BEHOLD!

… ahem…

It was Michelle. Off Rubber Soul. Wow. Who knew? Shucks, baby, really?

❤❤❤❤❤!!!!!!!!! They ‘would say the only words I know that you’ll understand, my Michelle.’…

Sigh…

My ‘Dads’, the Lads from Liverpool, The Beatles. Letting me know they ❤ed me, that they’d get to me somehow! Crazy ❤! They sang it to me, for me? ❤😊💜 Because we ARE, the Lads and I, a ‘tres bien ensemble’,… VERY good together. 😊 Yes, very.

They reached across the Universe… it kissed me… and this is what they said:

Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
That’s all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see,
Oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I’m hoping you will
Know what I mean.

I love you…

I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now
I’ll get to you somehow.
Until I do I’m telling you so
You’ll understand.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I will say the only words I know that
You’ll understand, my Michelle.

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At the Time they WERE the only words I could, would understand. You can imagine how Cosmic this was for a girl who’d lost her mistress, her sorceress? Believed her dead? Only to have her resurrected?

Hey, they came for me just like dads are prone to do when their offspring need them to. I’d lay down my life for those cats. In a ❤beat.

So, Rubber Soul was my first fave twice in one lifetime. ❤❤❤❤❤. Nifty. Because it was my first it had to be the second Time — and Space — around? Or was it a Cosmic Cube? A Loop?

I dunno? All I know was it was one of THE single best things to EVER happen to anyone, anywhere, anytime, cats and kittens.

Hands down.

And, it happened to me.

My ❤❤❤❤❤ and gratitude to and for the Lads is all encompassing. It knows no words nor bounds nor end… The ❤❤❤❤❤ flows between us. We are within each other and without.

Always…

Uh, yeah.

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I Will

In Groovy, Love, Music, The Beatles on July 22, 2012 at 5:59 pm

Hey, more Beatles… Just because…

I Love You, Batman

In Batman, Geek, George Harrison, Groovy, Love, Music, Poetry, The Beatles, The Dark Knight, The Who, Tributes, Very Bad Poetry on July 22, 2012 at 4:36 pm

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Hey, Batman. I know you’re blue. We all are, too. No worries. It’s not your fault. Chin up. You’ve taken worse than this. C’mon. Everyone still ❤s you. Everyone.

Even the Rogues, baby.💋

Hey, here’s the Dark Horse with You…

I Love You, Batman

Truly, all of him

Every incarnation, each one

Still makes my heart swim

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I Can’t Explain

This intimate hold

Have just wanted to marry Batman

Since I was four years old

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The Who can explain…Then again, maybe they can’t…

Much ❤❤❤❤❤ all.
Ad Astra Per Ardua
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Silly Love Songs

In Batman, Groovy, Love, Music, Paul McCartney and Wings, The Beatles, The Dark Knight on July 22, 2012 at 4:35 pm

The world needs more Silly Love Songs right now, people. And how! Let’s just make a point to tell each other, everyone we can — strangers even! —how much we ❤ each other, okay? Because we do, right? I ❤ you! 💋

Strawberry Fields Forever

In Comic Relief, Driving, Groovy, Life, Love, Music, My Car, Nifty, Poetry, Psychedelic, Silly, The Beatles, Very Bad Poetry on July 16, 2012 at 6:18 pm

Psychedelic, cats and kittens. Strawberry Fields Forever…

This is an Ode to my Ford wagon, my trusty steed, Strawberry Fields (1991-2008). Had her 10 years. She bit the stardust. She was not ‘forever’. She is no more. Recycled her to be sure.

Fields, oh, Fields…

Fields and me. Me and fields. Batman and the Batmobile… The Lone Ranger and Silver… James T. and the Enterprise…

Fields and me…

Lady Madonna was my first. Strawberry Fields was second. Penny Lane was next, but, didn’t last. Now, I’ve got Jude and I’m holding fast. She’s the best ride yet and her stereo is a blast. 😉 lol

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A Very Tongue-in-Cheek… Ode to Strawberry Fields

*Ahem 😊 La la la-la la… La!*

How do I ❤ thee
Let me count the ways
I ❤ed thine sparkly windows
With their wide open vantage
I ❤ed your substandard air conditioning system
Like no other hot girl ever
Before or since
Oh! How you sported bumper stickers
With style and grace
Making it effortless to find you
In any given place
Proclaiming for all to see
The ‘Jedi Mind Tricks’
Just, simply, would not work
On you or me
No one else got the law enforcement/physics one
No one, except for you
Because you’re the only one
Fields, it’s true…
And, somehow, your freckles of rust
Could only succeed
In enhancing your appearance
Never detracting from it…
Not for one instance
Like little beauty marks
Oh! How beautiful you are
Your lack of cruise control
Only convinced me
That unlike others
You were not a follower
But, a leader among steeds
And, you led me all the way
You led me to the Vet’s
To the grocer’s and the fair
You led across wintery scenes
Through green fields and clean air
You led, you led
From here to there
Then, you’d lead me home again
Just as safe as can be
So, as I say goodnight to you
I hang my teary head
You’re the best darned car
I ever did meet
And, I’m so sorry that you’re…
Ahem…
Dead

❤❤❤

In John Lennon, Love, Music, Peace, Philosophy, The Beatles, Uncategorized on July 16, 2012 at 3:46 pm

You can never get too much John Lennon. Dig the Beatleness of Jade’s blog, cats and kittens! John and the Lads were a monumental influence on me, as well…

I may have Agnostic, Secular Humanist leanings. But, the Dalai and the Buddhists have it going on in a way no one else does. The Dalai has even called for an end to religion — like John in Imagine — because it gets in the way of the True Love we should have for each other.
Nam myoho renge kyo. (‘I devote myself to the Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law.’) 💋

Ethereal Mermaid

     As a young girl growing up listening to Abbey Road, I shared my father’s adoration for the Beatles. My favorite songs were Maxwell’s Silver Hammer and Octopus Garden. These days, I have many more favorites, especially Dear Prudence, Across the Universe, and Strawberry Fields Forever. In these songs, I found love and inspiration, as well as the message of Peace.

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     Throughout the years, I’ve felt intensely connected to John Lennon and his universal message for Peace. Lennon’s lucky number was 9 and he was born on October 9. I was also born on the 9th of the month in April, and the number has always held a special meaning in my life. I spent the freshman year of high school researching Lennon for a class paper. I became immersed in my findings. Although I had grown up listening to his songs, I rediscovered Lennon’s message in a deeper, more fundamental…

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Think for Yourself

In Music, Philosophy, Politics, The Beatles, Ugh on July 16, 2012 at 12:36 am

How ’bout we give our Rubber Souls another good scrub, hey?

From one of my most favourite albums of all Time and Space: Think for Yourself. The Beatles…