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The Fool

In Groovy, Love, Magic, Nifty, Poetry, The Fool, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on September 1, 2012 at 7:58 pm

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💜💜💜

I could just eat you up, baby

I’m sorry it’s true

Killing me softly as you do

Everything’s write

Nothing is wrong

Not after so long

Drifting in Space

Solitary Darkness

Staring into the Abyss

Wasn’t expecting anyone

Least of all you

Was sure I was alone

By myself, just a Fool

💜

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Space Oddity

In Ad Astra per Ardua, David Bowie, Music, Neil Armstrong, The Universe, Tributes on August 25, 2012 at 10:11 pm

To the stars…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL3LB650plw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

🌟🌟🌟

“This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.”

In Ad Astra per Ardua, Neil Armstrong, The Universe, Tributes on August 25, 2012 at 10:11 pm

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It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.

~ Neil Armstrong (August 5, 1930 – August 25, 2012)

Ad Astra, Neil
😢💜💋

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

❤❤❤❤❤

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.

❤❤❤

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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Dark Magic, Frankenstein?

In Boris Karloff, Dark, Death, Fear, Frankenstein, Life, Magic, Poetry, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on July 16, 2012 at 12:57 am

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Who has put this dark magic on

Only despotic cowards would deign

The Universe could have unfolded as it should

Karma reigning her sway

They in their realm

Us in ours

Uneasy peace

Who are they to pull at its strings

Please, cease

I feel ill

Swirling sick

He could to be so beautiful

The Frankenstein creature

He couldn’t not be beautiful

Still, for that is what he is

The epitome, they profess

Cannot see it today

Just the hurt

Scars

Fear

Grief

Isolation

Regret

Just

Whirling Calliope

Am I

Is he

Dead

Yet

❤❤❤

Frankenstein, the instrumental, brought to you exclusively by Winter…

Traffic Jam

In Comic Relief, Driving, Groovy, Infinity, Love, Music, My Car, Nifty, Places, Poetry, Silly, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on July 16, 2012 at 12:39 am

Jude and me
From the green to the streets
The War Pigs as they are
Groovy-tough beat to beat

Jude and me
Really funking the Fame
Really be, really, babe
Too cool, but hot like a flame

Jude and me
Tripping lights fantastique
Layla joins us awhile
She’s so lovely, so unique

Jude and me
Cruising, floating along
Everything we hear
Another favourite song

Jude and me
Now Bumper to bumper
In Love with a traffic ‘jam’
Hey! Jack Flash, he’s the jumper

Jude and me
Steve and Joe Walk This Way
Ask us to Remember
A little kiss, like this, hey

Jude and me
The Green Arrow said, “Jet!”
We’ll go for a ride in the Sky
Little lady, Suffragette

Jude and me
The last signals seen
Slipping deep into cool mauve
Through the backlit tangerine

Jude and me
Keeping some Bad Company
’Like Making Love to the Sky
To the Purple Haze, baby

Jude and me
Pushing waves of ’Zepplin
As dusk’s mists start to creep
Green’s lush kiss welcomes us in

Jude and me
The Song Remains the Same
As we go slidin’ through
Infinity, glad we came

Yeah, Jude and me
We’re just right
’Round and ’round
Close and tight

❤❤❤

Ummmmm, Jude is my car. 😊

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Apropos Heart and Purple Haze

In ❤, Driving, Jimmi Hendrix, Music, Nature, Places, The Universe on July 5, 2012 at 11:49 pm

Went to my cousin’s in Metropolis. Freckles and Frenchy. She’s a LOT like a willowy Ellie May. Really. He has an intoxicating accent. Really.

It was a great drive both ways. Caught all the lights. Drove home with the sun setting behind me. Like… Gasp… Crazy beautiful… Forwards and backwards! Then, the mist just starting to creep as I turned off the highway and got closer to the lake… Everything is SO green! ❤❤❤❤❤

Sigh… Sweet. Yeah. Heading into the mauve with the tangerine at my back.

It was such a moment I couldn’t stop and take a picture. I could only just flow with the Universe and the Music. The Sky. ‘Excuse me while I kiss the Sky!’ Sometimes you just can’t see it… Other times… It just kisses you full on the lips, hey?

Move over, Rover and let Jimmi take over, yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about…

Listened to lots of music in my car. I ❤ to listen to music in my car. Holy 🐮!!! Ya know, shake it loose? I, ummmmm, ❤❤❤❤❤ my car, too. She is super practical and awesome. Hugs the road like nothing I’ve ever driven before. A GREAT winter car. So, it was a groovy, good drive.

But, I digress…

So, hey, cats and kittens, please dig two of the best, most rockingest girls ever! Just… EVER!

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Twinkle, Twinkle Little Orb

In Geek, Groovy, Infinity, Magic, Nifty, Psychedelic, The Universe, Uncategorized on June 23, 2012 at 12:08 am

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It had been raining. The sun emerged in the evening…

Out of the corner of my eye I saw red light? Turned to look… It was twinkling, sparkling?

The sun was refracting vivid red through a raindrop on a leaf on a Dogwood bush outside the window. It looked like it was twinkling Morse Code. Like it was a little faerie trying to speak to me, or something?!? A Who? It was BEAUTIFUL! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!!

HO-LY 🐮!!!

It was predominantly red but kinda strobed a bit of silver and gold. Almost like a star right outside my window…. The light varied in size between a marble and a golf ball. Just super-fantastique! Magic! MA-GIC! Wow… Like an ‘Infinty Gem’. Groovy.

Actually tried to capture it on video — wanted to refer to the Morse Code (I know. I know. Does it get more geeky than that? Good grief. 😊 roflol) The video on the phone has no zoom and if I moved I couldn’t see it anymore? I could only see it from exactly one place, one perspective. It made me feel overwhelmingly like I had been in exactly the right place at the right time. WAY, WAY, WAY cool! I’ve NEVER seen anything like it. EVER.

BREATHTAKING, MAN! Breathtaking… Aaaaahhhhhh… I’m still beside myself. Really am.

Lovely. Lovely. Lovely. Lovely… Lovely… Even yummy? Just… yeah…!

REALLY wish I could have captured it for you.

I’ve been searching for an image to accompany it. This is the best I could do. The orbs are similar in shape and essence. But it was a deep ruby and more defined. Really just spectacular.

The Jesus Dream

In Life, Love, Philosophy, The Universe, Uncategorized on May 23, 2012 at 4:20 pm

So…, ummmm…

I had a dream once. I dreamed of the second coming. Jesus came. He was overwhelmed by the hordes calling his name clamouring over each other with blatant disregard for the collective’s well-being. Their eyes on the prize:

“Jesus! Jesus! Pick me, Jesus! Save ME, Jesus! ME! ME!”

He was crying. He looked afraid. Overwhelmed. Disappointed… And, ultimately,… ashamed.

I pushed through the crowds. Made my way to him. Took his hand and asked, “Jesus, how can I help YOU?” (He REALLY needed help. It was SCARY. I was afraid for him. Was ready to fight to protect him. They were ready to rip him apart. The hordes were selfish and concerned only with their own salvation, themselves, their interests. They weren’t crying to “please, take my neighbour first he has suffered greatly…” Is this what that day would look like? Is this how people are? My dream? 😳)

“Save yourselves”, he told me, “I am not who they believe me to be.”

It was a powerful dream. Not the kind you have everyday. I think he was implying that the stories were exaggerated, aggrandized. He was a Prophet of Love. Nothing more. NOTHING less. (This was before I learned of the Da Vinci Code and the works it was based on.)

I had an epiphany of sorts. It was the crescendo. A long time coming. There’s nothing Jesus did that we can’t do. He was a man. Hug a leper. Feed the masses. We can do it. We just don’t want to. We just want to gain status, power and standing. We use these books as excuses to test, manipulate each other. Sit in judgement. If you suffer it is by your own hand, they suppose. You deserve it.

When they DO help. It’s often tied to conversion and assimilation. There are strings. I’ve seen them. Those that accept ‘The Word’ (My ‘Dads’ and I say ‘The Word’ is LOVE. 😊 It IS only one word, too.) are helped in ways those that do not are not (It’s really just a self-fullfilling prophecy). I would respect it if they just helped without trying to indoctrinate. Then I would believe it was out of the goodness of their hearts. Because you should never mess with the reality of messed up people. You should just help them. To ask for anything in return is repugnant. Especially when it brings favour on yourself — whether that be from a deity or leader.

At the end of the day I understand and appreciate the beliefs. Think they can be supremely beautiful, at times. They were once mine, as well. 😊 No one appreciates how much I actually know about all his stuff. What a seeker I am. Many who would condemn me don’t know ANYTHING about anything more than their OWN faith. They aren’t really allowed. It’s frowned upon. Very insular. Selfish. Myopic. They don’t know about Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims, Humanists. But, especially not Atheists, Agnostics, Wiccans, Universalists… Nothing. They may feign knowledge but I feel it’s all in the name of political correctness. Hmmmmmmmm? Not very impressive. I actually GO to the Centres for Religious Tolerance site.

If a lot of people were to ask themselves why they started to believe, in truth, I think they would say because that’s what they’ve been told is true all their lives. The sky is blue. (We know why.) The grass is green. (We can prove that.) God exists. (Ipso facto.) That’s how I started. It was a given in and of itself. That’s what I’d always been told… by PEOPLE. But, the more I sought…

I clung to my beliefs for a long time until I couldn’t rationalize them anymore. I had to face the truth: There is no one Truth. There are many, myriad truths.

My grandparents were DEVOUT Catholics. I, ummmm, left. And since so has most everyone else. I refused to support an organization whose leaders have abused children for centuries. Cannot fathom anything less than mass exodus. If the followers REALLY cared about their church they’d say they were leaving and could not support them until they sorted this GARGANTUAN controversy out. (C’mon, people, and you’re upset about what consenting adults do behind closed doors and NOT this? REALLY?) It’s occurrences like that that reinforce my belief that everyone is in it for themselves, their own salvation. The church would get their ducks in a row mighty quick if everyone forced them to. If the money quit flowing. And how. But no one is?

Hmmmmmm?

Maybe this is the reason I am suited to be a ‘religious leader’? (Surprise! Yep, that’s what career counseling got me.) I dunno? I ask a lot of questions. Many ‘pious’ folks have LITERALLY scoffed at them and me. (‘Only the most pious have doubt’? Or something like that. Can’t remember who said it. Think it was a Pope or someone? The MOST holy to many. But it’s NOT okay for me? Hmmmmmmmm?) There are no wrong questions, right? Or so they say…

I have NO proof of anything BUT the Universe. Blind faith is just that. Blind.

And so… I keep searching… 😊✨💋

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Musing…

In Philosophy, The Universe, Uncategorized on May 18, 2012 at 4:52 pm

I was a ‘Christian’ until about 10-15 years ago? I think it frightens people that I’ve ‘lost faith’?

Flirted with a lot of philosophies. The Beatles ARE my ‘Dads’. Whatever they did I did, too.

I am now decidedly Agnostic (NOT to be confused with Atheism. Completely different ball of wax.). I don’t know. Have NO proof. And am not going to say that I do. A book is NOT, nada, no longer proof enough for me. It is proof of authors and printing presses.

If it eventually turns out that a deity does, in fact, exist and that deity is omnipotent, kind and just I am sure they will understand the conclusions which I have drawn are the only ones I could. Will forgive me? If not… Oh, well. I took my chances.

I eschew labels because change is constant. Who knows what new information you may learn tomorrow? But, if I were to adhere to ANY philosophy it would most likely be secular humanism. Just be good for goodness’ sake alone. Not for promises of Heaven nor threats of Hell nor the favour of a deity…

People think if you don’t have ‘God’ you have no beliefs… Just how it goes…

I don’t want to stand around waiting on some ‘God’ to save us. Let’s save ourselves. If there is a ‘God’ that would make them proud. So? Let’s make the ‘God’ proud! C’mon already… We’re burning daylight.

I think it was Gide who said: ‘Trust none that possess the truth, only those who seek it.’

As good advice as any, I’d say. 😊

Stevie Wonder says: When you believe in things you don’t understand then you suffer. Superstition ain’t the way… Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. 🎶

Last but, definitely, not least John Lennon sang: Imagine there’s no countries. It isn’t hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. No religion, too… 🎶

Just imagine! Holy 🐮!!! Oh, wouldn’t it be nice… 🎶

Believing in the apparent Universe is altogether completely different for me for some reason? I am Stephen Hawking’s groupie! 😜 roflol

Peace, baby.💋

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