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in lofty terms

words dripping from rainbows and drifting through fine mist

and water bubbles

haloes of the sun and moon

etched on tablets of marvel

drawn on chalkboards of ether

words that make noh sense

in every sense

akashic words from beyond time

burnishing from carbon to gold
coal to diamond

and back and so on

tender sprouting seedlings
pregnant words carrying quintuplets

the words we spoke as friends

     

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75 years ago Charlie Chaplin did this speech/enactment, "A Message for All of Humanity"

"more than cleverness, we need kindness"

the video, of course, is edited with more recent imagery





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lakshmi politely re-directed my call

to another deity who could handle it more efficiently

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the garden of earthly delights

this painting by hieronymous bosch dated between 1490 and 1510 holds special position in the sequence of art experience, considering that the image is still fantastically fascinating and then from an historical perspective especially.

freshman high school art class early in the 1st semester was the first time i saw it. i was both frightened and blown away by it. eerily it kept my gaze floating over the surface, an eye journey full of startllng lulls and peaks and graphically explicit horror (to me anyway at the time "gaping spiked fruits" were aesthetically and emotionally challenging) and the "delights" seemed hellish to me. was bosch saying that earthly delights are actually hellish? is that why it "got" me so strongly, because a part of me as yet unknown believed that to be true. and here it is, the proof elaborately illustrated. art has a way of rooting out inner belief systems. i just knew nothing about it before i saw it that first time. i felt before knowing what investigators had said about it. pretty much it rocked my inner core. but just look at it.

there are certain parts whose color and design i favor, such as the steel blue globule and tower in the soft aqua water at the top center, the one in the middle, not the one on the right with the punk spikes.

i don't much like the pink organic structure on the right though i can't help but look at it, it is almost nauseating for some reason (ie in fact it gets a reaction and would be applauded for the same nowadays). it's pink. what else do i need to say? pink — so delicate it's got a "breakable" quality. it's unsteady. i don't like the diluted vibe of it. as a focus in painting that is. it's fine for a sweater or slippers. it's rude too haha, pink can be a flesh baby's bottom or a phallus et al, as this one seems to suggest something even more horrifically sacred, like how we love the body but it's so hedonistic haha. so the garden of earthly delights: "Art historians and critics frequently interpret the painting as a didactic warning on the perils of life's temptations." (wiki)

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insights into the cosmic moments of time

"thank you for taking time from the busy holiday season to be with us"

"she is an illuminated messenger on this planet"

"well, we're thrilled"

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"many people would be curious to find out the answer"

"all the answers are un-fullfilling"

"all answers will be revealed"

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"dense frequencies of duality not connected with the frequencies of love"

"reversing the adverse effects

because of wonderful miracles

in ways we have not experienced since our fall millions of years ago"

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"lifted up in a vibration"

"from the heavenly realm"

"no matter how much you do how much you love, it's still filtered through that person's consciousness"

"hmm that's wonderful news"

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"the feast day of the virgin mother mary"

"juan diego about 500 years ago"

"this caused our right brain to become almost dormant"

"our crown chakras closed"

"we closed our hearts down"

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"in the 1400's on December 12th, that's when it began"

"that part of the plan was complete" 

cycles dovetailed into one breath 

the whole of creation

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beware

but michael there are so many layers of depth to experience.

"you mean human experience."

not just human experience

with everything on this laissez faire platform.

"you're making excuses."

how old are you, what, like 23?

"I'm 32"

haha backwards

"backwards yuh" (near eastvile grin)

Ok I like the "get clear" message, and I even like the naivite' f youth, and tho i'm jaded, i like jade, it's the stone of great strength and soft luster, but no, I was thinking of good stuff and dealing with real stuff, frustration sometimes and have made serious errors, but all clear. stuff happens anyway, i'm a part of it, there's no place to go where you aren't part of it, but it's not all yours. that's the main point of disagreement, not everything you see is because of you. 

"every thought is a creative act"

every feeling counts, some more than others, it was not my wish but an interceding

empathic response. now, if you can help me with that, i'll listen.

"you must form a mental image as if you had it in your possession, understand what you see and look at it as if you can touch it"

fully natural imo, but there are the depths. don juan called it "nagual".  there are other ways and new worlds. very little to do with possessing materials, much to do with possessing qualities. like the warrior, the sage, the angel — the archetypes. follow the calling, create. create whatever, wealth if you want. have fun. but beware of surprising turns, when what you do counts on high.

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Aero the Taylor

thankfully, they did not ask why i wanted this particular small rustic garden house. 

shaded with peach colored parasols, and a big flowered hat, an avoidance of sharing gazes.

but good men had not shown any urgency or request 2 unlock my secret, nor intervened to spin the fringe within the distilled shade - perhaps what ultimately grabbed me was the sound of no voice, and their startling willingness to smile and then just give whatever so graciously. 

(he simply snaps his fingers and tossles his tassles and it's done) somehow remotely gliding, a gilded thread in a burlap weave in the shrouds. with an exaggerated (like jack n. as 'the Joker') 

Jack Nicholson as The Joker

smile in some clownish bent of the stones logo. compared to mick jagger the eyes were different, he had eyes of a hawk. these are cat-like.

later twas a sparkler to realize that i was watching them the whole time, like a fox scouting feral cats, but i said, the ivory apricot cream was overwhelming! like a net of cloud filaments and they stick like flypaper

and i never think when that happens,  never yet have i had time to consider exactly what it is that i am 'doing'. Until now—hit me up again and see what happens — living in a cream bath house of flowered filigree, there's not a lot of good ways to explain what happens with time.

a few days later, the house arrived, a dollhouse really, painted pink and white and finely architectured to resemble a quaint frisco thirty million victorian homestead. i'd specified electricity in a dedicated line so these two guys in dark blue tshirts with belts of tools sidewound on their hips were puttering around, climbing ladders to the roof, pulling out the solar panel controls, zapping something, switching some wires. they did not speak in any way, simply were 100% into the work and that impressed me, as the dalai lama would, maybe a little less. but then, it could also be simpleminded to keep doing what you r doing when you know what u r doing and do it so well u r like a finetuned compass but because of that you don't do everything else...

the zen master laughs in my memory, sitting behind the desk, holding squiggly fingers to his head indicating a rooster crown chiming "Koo Koo! Koo Koo!" and it always seems a fine beginning