A River’s Winding Secrets And Diminution…

The river, a sinuous thoroughfare etched into the landscape, meanders through a complexity of wandering places, each bend holding a soundless testimony to the transit of time. Its waters, opaque with secrets, carry echoes of lives lived and lost, whispers of stories that have been absorbed into the earth and air. The riverbank, a shifting canvas of mud and stone, bears witness to the indelible mark of human experience, a landscape where beauty and sorrow intertwine.

Here, along this liquid pathway, the secrets of death are shrouded in poignant silence, a stillness broken only by the rustling of leaves and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. The tragedy that has unfolded here is not proclaimed in strident tones but rather absorbed into the very fabric of the environment. The winged changes in flight – the heron’s graceful ascent, the swallow’s darting dance – serve as a constant reminder of the transience of life, an affecting counterpoint to the permanence of departure.

The shoreline distances itself becoming a metaphor for the emotional gulf that separates the living from the departed, the present from the past. The blood left behind, a stark symbol of violence and pain, has been gradually cleansed by the relentless flow of the river, yet its stain lingers in the collective memory of the place, a haunting reminder of the fragility of human existence.

It is amidst this backdrop of somber beauty that the spirits of group-touch and of communal bonds, discover voices. The echoes of laughter and shared sorrow resonate in the air, clinging to the gnarled branches of ancient trees and swirling in the eddies of the river. These are the memories of a people who found solace and strength in unity, who faced adversity together and carved a life out of the wilderness.

Yet, within this shared history lies a ‘something’ struggle to remember, a fractured narrative obscured by the passage of time and the burden of trauma. Information is fragmented, the faces of loved ones clouded by the fog of the past. The attempt to piece together the puzzle of their collective experience is a painstaking process, a journey into the depths of forgotten places.

The twining pine of needled trees stands as silent sentinels, guardians of a past that refuses to be entirely erased. Their roots, intertwined with the earth, hold the secrets of generations, the hopes and dreams of those who sought refuge in their shade. The safety beyond the reaches of iron spears and burning tears is a sanctuary long sought after, a haven where the wounds of the past could begin to heal.

The river, in its ceaseless flow, serves as a conduit between the past and the present. It carries the memories of those who came before, reminding us of their resilience and their enduring spirit. It also offers a path forward, a chance to learn from the past and to build a future where such tragedies are never repeated.

The search for forgotten places is not merely an exercise in historical reconstruction; it is an act of profound empathy. It is a recognition that the past is not simply a collection of dates and events, but a tapestry woven from the lives and experiences of individuals who faced challenges and celebrated triumphs, who loved and lost, who struggled and persevered.

By acknowledging the pain and suffering of those who came before, we honor their memory and reaffirm our commitment to creating a world where justice and compassion prevail. The river, with its winding secrets, serves as a constant reminder of the importance of remembering of learning and of striving to build a more just and equitable future for all.

And! Beautiful you are…

Evolution And Power…

“If you are fully present, the rain of  Dharma will water the deepest seeds in your consciousness, and tomorrow, while you are washing the dishes or looking at the blue sky, that seed will spring forth, and love and understanding will appear as a beautiful flower.”— Thich Nhat Hanh

In this contemporary era, the dynamics of power have evolved significantly, particularly within the frameworks of governance. Governments, as quintessential power systems, are driven by an intrinsic desire to maintain control and dominance over their populations. This drive for power manifests through a myriad of strategies, many of which have become increasingly sophisticated in nature. The rise of technology, particularly in the fields of robotics and surveillance, underscores a pivotal shift in how governments operate, with implications that warrant careful examination.

Recognize the threads that connect us all, and realize that we’re not so different after all.

Historically, governments have wielded power through various means—ranging from legislation to military force. However, as the digital age has unfurled, the arsenal of tools at their disposal has expanded dramatically. The integration of advanced technologies into statecraft represents a profound transformation in the methodologies employed to monitor, influence, and ultimately govern the populace. The burgeoning field of surveillance technology stands at the forefront of this evolution, offering new avenues for governments to assert their authority.

That speck of dust you see floating in the sunlight is a part of the universe just as you are.

Among the most notable advancements in surveillance technology are the development of small drones, often referred to as “fly-sized drones.” These miniature flying devices are engineered to operate with a high degree of stealth, allowing them to infiltrate private spaces with minimal detection. For several years, robotics laboratories have been at the helm of this innovation, aiming to refine these drones for various applications, including surveillance. The potential for these devices to conduct constant monitoring raises significant ethical and legal questions, particularly regarding privacy rights.

So next time you find yourself in a crowd, take a moment to really see and listen.

As these technologies become more accessible, it is imperative to recognize that their primary benefactors are often military and intelligence agencies. If the applications of fly-sized drones extend beyond mere surveillance; they could be utilized for intelligence gathering, reconnaissance, and potentially even crowd control. Governments, driven by the dual imperatives of national security and social stability, are likely to embrace these technologies wholeheartedly. This reliance on sophisticated surveillance systems exemplifies a broader trend: the increasing intertwining of technology and state power.

What if you challenge yourself to recognize your own humanity in every corner of the world?

The implications of this technological evolution are not limited to state agencies alone. The proliferation of such surveillance capabilities invites concerns regarding their impact on civil liberties. As the line between security and invasion of privacy becomes increasingly blurred, citizens may find themselves subjected to unprecedented levels of scrutiny. The insidious nature of constant surveillance fosters an environment of compliance and fear, where individuals may alter their behavior simply to avoid detection.

By practicing this kind of awareness, you cultivate a deeper understanding of life itself.

In the context of democratic governance, the advent of these technologies raises pertinent questions about accountability and transparency. While the need for security is undeniable, the mechanisms through which governments exercise power must remain subject to scrutiny. The potential misuse of surveillance technologies by state actors could undermine the very principles of democracy, leading to a chilling effect on free expression and dissent.

See and listen with the whole of your being.

Moreover, the ethical implications surrounding the deployment of fly-sized drones demand urgent attention. As these devices become more sophisticated, there is a growing risk of their application in scenarios that infringe upon individual rights. The prospect of a government equipped with the ability to surveil its citizens in real time, without their knowledge or consent, poses profound ethical dilemmas.

It challenges the foundational principles of autonomy and privacy that underpin democratic societies.

In light of these developments, it is crucial for civil society to engage in proactive discourse surrounding the implications of surveillance technologies. Advocacy for robust legal frameworks that protect citizens’ rights in the face of advancing technology is essential to ensure that governance does not devolve into more authoritarianism.

Public awareness and discourse can serve as a counterbalance to the potential overreach of state power.

As the capabilities of surveillance technology continue to advance, the onus lies on both governments and citizens to navigate this complex landscape. Governments must pursue transparency and accountability in their use of surveillance tools, ensuring that the quest for security does not come at the expense of individual freedoms. Conversely, citizens must remain vigilant and informed, advocating for their rights in an age where the boundaries of privacy are increasingly tested.

The evolution of surveillance technologies represents a significant chapter in the ongoing narrative of power and governance. As governments harness these advancements to maintain control, the societal implications cannot be overlooked. The challenge lies in balancing the imperative for security with the need to uphold the fundamental rights and freedoms that define democratic societies. Only through informed engagement and dialogue can a fair equilibrium be achieved, ensuring that the march of technology serves to enhance, rather than undermine, the fabric of society.

‘Sing-Song the voices now. The lines of chorus-sweet, likely lined in zero and one cadences. Then whispered through small parts, one harmony or single notes and noted often and then repeated.’

And! Beautiful you are…

 

Demesne Of Magical Bodies…

‘In your sounds of music and in your works of art-touch and your words of rhythm and rhyme; I taste and feel the strength of your presence, Past and Today and into the Future and ‘wow’ light does exist. Everyone! Thanks for sharing’!

When eternal spirits visit the demesne of body magic, an ineffable union, a flexure between the ethereal and the incarnate. With open arms and joyful hearts, we must welcome these ‘ghosts in machines’—the vibrant energies that resonate through our living forms. It is a celebration of life, a palpable connection that engages our senses and grounds us in the reality of existence. As we embrace the tactile beauty of flesh and blood, we are reminded that we are not mere vessels, but rather conduits of love and spirit, intertwining hand-to-hand and hip-to-hip in this cosmic dance of creation.

In the vast expanse of the skies, where dreams race like comets across infinite lengths, we recognize the absence of gates to heaven. Each heartbeat, each breath, draws us closer to the essence of our being. We are one with the Mother-Ship, a collective consciousness that pulses with the rhythms of the universe. Here, in this sacred space, we are encouraged to shed our fears and limitations, allowing the light of the eternal to flow freely through us. As we turn our eyes skyward, we reclaim our divine heritage, celebrating the miraculous interplay between spirit and flesh.

Let us cherish these moments of connection as we deepen our awareness of the magic that resides within us. In recognizing the sacredness of our bodies as vessels for the eternal, we honor the stories and experiences that shape our journey. As we extend our energy and acceptance to the ‘ghosts’ that visit, we nurture a profound understanding that life is an intricate tapestry woven with threads of love, connection, and transcendent possibility. Through this reverence, we invite the spirits to dance among us, enriching our lives with their presence and reminding us of the boundless beauty of our shared existence.

In the quiet moments of our lives, let us cherish the connections that bind us, for it is through these ties that we truly awaken to the magic that resides deep within each of us. Every heartbeat, every breath we take is a testament to the sacredness of our bodies—our vessels that carry not only our own stories but also the echoes of those who have walked this earth before us. Acknowledging this sacredness invites us to honor the myriad experiences that have shaped our journey, allowing us to recognize the wisdom hidden in both joy and sorrow.

As we extend our energy and acceptance to the ‘ghosts’ that visit—those memories and ancestral spirits that linger in our hearts—we cultivate a deeper understanding of life as a beautifully intricate tapestry. Each thread woven into our existence tells a story of love, connection, and transcendent possibility. In embracing this perspective, we allow ourselves to see that the memories of our loved ones and the teachings of those who came before us enrich our lives immeasurably.

By nurturing this profound reverence for both the seen and unseen, we create a sacred space for spirits to dance among us, illuminating our paths and reminding us of the boundless beauty that envelops our shared existence. It is in these moments of connection that we recognize the unity of our experiences, celebrating the interconnections of all souls. With open hearts, we welcome the presence of the past, honoring each thread of our story and those of others, forever knowing that we are never truly alone in this wondrous journey of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

Diversity Is Life Essential…

Imagine ancient civilizations, existing in a time long past, gazing upon the fading light of the universe’s creation. They ruled over a young cosmos, where life had only just begun to sprout on a handful of planets. Their existence must have been a solitude beyond our comprehension, like gods peering into the depths of infinity and finding no one to share their thoughts. They likely traversed the starry clusters, much like we explore the planets, only to find barren worlds inhabited by simple creatures. Earth itself was still a volatile place, with volcanic eruptions coloring the skies, when the first ship of the dawn’s people arrived from the depths beyond Pluto. They passed by the frozen outer worlds, knowing life was nowhere, and settled among the inner planets, awaiting the tales that would unfold.

As these travelers journeyed among the stars, they beheld Earth, delicately balanced between the extremes of fire and ice. They intuited that it was a favored child of the Sun, destined for intelligence in the distant future. Leaving behind a sentinel to watch over all worlds, they continued their way, their path illuminated by countless stars yet to be explored. This sentinel, a beacon quietly waiting to be discovered, had gone unnoticed through the ages, a signal unheeded by any until now.

The crystal pyramid resting on the Moon, rather than on Earth, stood as a testament to their indifference towards emerging civilizations. It was a challenge to prove our worth by venturing beyond our own planet, proving our ability to conquer the vast expanse of space and transcend our earthly confines. Only then would these mysterious travelers take notice of us, acknowledging our potential as we reach for the stars.

Think about how understanding, simplicity, and relativity are influenced by language and the calming sound of rain. Pay attention: thunder rumbling in the distance and flashes of lightning illuminating the ocean create a symphony that resonates in the gaps between raindrops and existence. The interplay between science and superstition is a constant battle, with moments of clarity and confusion leading to opportunities for creativity and decision-making. Destiny seems to hover at the edge of our reach, constantly teasing us with endless possibilities.

Lights beckon from the end of the world, a beacon to guide the weary traveler back to familiar shores and new beginnings. The rhythm of drums marks the passage of time, a heartbeat echoing through the spaces we navigate in our journey through life. Steel Riders pause by the waterside, their presence a testament to the ever-changing nature of the world around us. The ebb and flow of the tide, the cries of gulls, and the setting sun all paint a picture of a world in constant motion, where every moment holds the promise of new discovery.

As the sky shifts from blue to red to darkness, the stars come out to guide us on our way. In the vast expanse of space and time, we are mere specks moving through the universe, bound by the rhythm of the earth and the light of the stars above.

In the vast expanse of the real sea, we will encounter one wave after another, revealing distant watercraft and far-off destinations. Each landing is swiftly replaced by another beach to explore, only to be quickly dismissed. The surf’s ebb and flow create a mesmerizing dance as waves rise high in the moonless sky, crashing along endless stretches of sand and shore. The sea seems to inhale and exhale, breathing life into the timeless scene. Time holds no significance in this eternal and boundless expanse.

The perpetual call of “surf’s up” resonates on the forever-sprawling sea, constantly alive and beckoning to me.

And! Beautiful you are…

 

A Change Within Our Hearts…

Accelerating toward the swell, pushing out with speed, and propelling beyond the confines of gravity, racing towards the vast expanse of the gate-less stars above. Twirling through the wonders of Earth’s edges and the beauty of Eden, could it be that we are descendants of Martians? Perhaps they were the original travelers, journeying with Noah and an armada of starships or an Ark known as the Mothership, carrying the genetic material of accidents, visions, hopes, and fears to a new world where adaptation is a necessity. Are we the creative beings of rhythm and song that they hoped for? Is this the truth, or merely a religion of men? Challenge the Bible writers to prove otherwise!

Humans are beings that some may argue do not belong in the natural world; however, we do. Life is eternal, and humans are just a part of the greater ecosystem of living creatures. While we may have self-awareness, all beings have a sense of being in their own way. Each animal is perfect in its own way, without making mistakes. Being alive is not about judgment or selfishness, but about being part of a greater whole. Whether we walk, crawl, fly, or swim, we are all part of the same life force. Remember, all forms of life are eternal spirits, whether created by accident, whim, or imagination. It’s good to be a spirited being, don’t you think?

In the arras of actuality, love transcends the restrictions of normalcy. It is a celestial symphony, a divine touch, sparking a flicker of authenticity that defies religious dogma. No injunctions and no moral deceptions can outshine its incandescent fervor. We, the collective human experience, are the embodiment of power, not the few who seek to wield it for control. When fear threatens to consume, passion awakens a call. As equilibrium falters, we gather around the hearth fire, our steps guided by the rhythm of out tribal unity. From the radiant flames, we venture into the unyielding darkness, embracing the transformative power of change.

Amidst realms of strange fictions, a dire prophecy emerges, as celestial beings descend from the heavens, engulfing the world in fiery torment that will eradicate all but a pitiful few. Pause thought for ‘maybe’ this cosmic prophecy must come from human fabrication. Our history is a testament to our own destructive nature. From time immemorial, we have reveled in warfare and inflicted immeasurable suffering upon ourselves.

Hate, like a corrosive acid, consumes both the perpetrator and the victim.

So, for a brighter tomorrow, let us embrace a fresh perspective. Instead of dwelling on prophecies of doom, let us focus on a future forged on Compassion and Cooperation and Love!

And! Beautiful you are…

 

 

A Lower Light…

The word “solstice” is derived from the Latin words “sol” (sun) and “sistere” (to stand). Winter solstice is also known as “The Day the Sun Stands Still.”

Goddess and Gods dance inside snow fall, desert sands, hills, moors and within soft lights tonight. Beiwe and her daughter Beiwe-Neia, Tonantzin, Bheru, Horus, Louhi, watch while the Kallikantzaros count colander holes and return to somewhere underground.

And! Maybe once or twice a modest breach in our Universal Vault emerges and, on that star-filled night, magic happens. The ‘Witches of Nature’ gaze upon this Worldly-Twirl and pause for a second to watch lights dance across the heavens. For that moment they smile, and one-plus-one equals two.

And! Beautiful you are…

Often Empathy Is Survival…

Empathy determines the variety of groups’ survival and through the artistic impressions of all things determined and created. Landing places are measured by the spaces between Zero and One. Computer’s shrug in ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. Where one arrives is never known until travel ends and arrival begins. To Heaven—to hell? Perspective is varied and determined again by ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.

After a ‘No’ these trees are antithetic. Some are smooth as chrome piped pieces and many times harder. These trees cannot be destroyed. These trees are one thousand feet high and sometimes two hundred feet across. They are the color we see. They are also able to individually change or exchange colors. Some people believe through changing colors, the trees communicate with one-another. Sometimes and far out and away from Rebekka Bends City, it is imagined that folks worship these great steel trees. They are the Charm Collectors. When leaves of many colors fall from chrome limbs; they collect these leaves, great and heavy slabs of an indestructible fashion. When these folks first settled far north of the city and along the shorelines of Calimesa Sea-to-sea-wall-to-street, where the shoreline bends away from land and moves outbound around two hundred and ninety-six miles from the Calimesa Hills, they became the Mountain People.

‘No gentle times better than the dreams of children safe, lovers’ serenity, pictures on walls with no forms, tracks without stars and cars without spaces to move while empty ribbons of dark pavement disappear over a hill. Being afraid to exist; is the notion of moving through, a barely recollected time of future’s fate and prior to another trip-in-time’.

The trip to see the sea is a long walk or a short gradual ride downhill on Long Slide Slope for twelve and one-half miles and then another three miles to where land ends. Then a boat ride across two miles of inland water. Then three miles of land and then another two miles of water and again land for one and one-half miles. When reached, Calimesa Sea begins and land ends. This is a word chase ‘cross screens and about getting to the Seas of Calimesa and the traveling of space folded by volition and distances flexure through passageway spaces and creature races.

The uniformed ones come and some are removed and some are passed quickly. To be proper is good and very wrong, when the persecution of others transfers from fear-to-hate-to-war. And! Hatred is galore, purposed and ends before realized peace is quickly changed to the ‘the quick or the dead.’ To seek and destroy others due to divergences in shape, in scope, in tint, in notions or faith is intention with no ‘assonance or intelligence’. The colored fibers of an arras must be many and without reason for life has no meaning if lacking variety and noise and without sing-song choirs and time.

Circle globes inside and just outside the globes’ entertainments feature: winged cloud-clowns squared by twine stringers, double singers and cicada bands with twirling-whirling claws and slashed gashed blood drinkers, and absinthe thinkers. Inside globes: Collector throngs and crisscross laces of thrumming and the high-pitched squeals of acoustic irritation and the harmony of pleasant sounds joined with thud-thud drums as heartbeat speeds and changes dimensions from thick-to-thin and back again. This is the inside space domed by outside. This is inside; expensive outside and only known as the place to gracefully travel through tunnels of space as folded space lace and lengths are shorter ways to crisscross distance once vast; now as liquid as sea water and lakeside foam. Outside distraction while inside; tranquility and chill-pills are a short space between inside and the blanket cover of a car’s trunk. Opened not much for much less. Inside-to-outside is one galaxy wide and one universe long. Sphere reach is anywhere in anytime by rhythms and rhymes.

Often a magic key or sets of those unlocking instruments are an imagined tool to escape or find and prevail only to become again lost in secret recesses—accesses known only to a favorite few or in the plain-view of everyone. There are so many secrets discovered and so little time for those secret solutions.

The way to hearts is always through hearts.

And! Beautiful you are…

Sing-Song Additions…

And! Is Ethical Capitalism—impossible? And! Is Human ingenuity born out of desperation?

Use your voice without restraint of convention, structure, model, and tone. Sing-Song—and your voice always pleases the ear.

 “Then I’ll be all aroun’ in the dark. I’ll be ever’where – wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so people can eat, I’ll be there.” The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Inside this blue Globe of hot and cold and the twirl-swirl of gravities’ need at still-hub toward outbound spokes of motion and the greatest of spinning outbound wheel from tiny hub, a stretch of (124) miles away. Great no-wheels spin, unnoticed by centers’ touch and hollow spokes to final wheel twirl.

“We come to inside blue bubble space,” someone said. “Like domed over somewhere high, too high to see,” another voice added. “And after 200 years, we still have someplace to be.”

They were adrift. They were safe. They were never lost. They were-what they had already become. They traveled inside a ship of no origin, no named to identify, and they did travel across a universe of no name, no place known.

“Why ask a man lost to lead you across a universe of’ non-know’ and still expect to leave bread crumbs to follow and find another lost non-way home?” the fourth voice whispered and never heard.

Hey! Do you remember the moon-moons? One red and one blue—hot light and cold light—forgotten when one remembers—that too—forgotten when lighted red moons needs attention and god swirls require worship—painted sky and streaking nights.

“So raise the candles high cause if you
Don’t we could stay black against the night
Oh raise them higher again and if you
Do we could stay dry against the rain”…by Melanie

Is war a lathe created by Civilizations’ own progressive mischief and the magical misery of Life? And! If true, then to all spirits in the wind and in those dust-bone-drifts, we are the Children of many-many-and more than many—meek disasters. So! Give us real voice; to simply speak the story of us—of mischief’s creations—wise folly—and wistful-misty-Life. And! Forgive us the stages we build and the scenes we steal and the notions and motions of strength and fear—both; surprise and comprise—the wretched beauty of sin-win-lose-gain-pleasure-pain—do remain. We often speak with imperfect words. We often cannot commit to ledger numbers squared or circled round or perfectly pointed shapes of tin-gold-or the rhythm of rhyme. We often cannot describe–reasons or—feel-feeling-right-ways—since those ways are no-names or no reasons to feel—anyway. But! That’s OK…

“A place that failed to keep up with history. A place not taken down by a foreign enemy, but by the avarice of our corporate elite and the neglect of our elected leaders”…Adriana Huffington…

Dreams come and sometimes—remind dreamer of memory sweet and twine so brief. He dreams and remembers you. You in form, your face—little  freckles, your lips, your dancing eyes and laughing creases ‘cross cheeks and your no-shape—the whispers, no-reason touch and twin–twined forever second-slights—lonely soul’s search to heartbeat dreams and ever-seems forever long. For short minutes we two–do hide where lovers go–a place–little space—to—smile and touch and whisper and hide forever—together time always—too—brief to be real. And! Dream break—so wake and thinking you have died and visit-touched on your way home to just—whisper—that we are still—

“There’s a road I’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it’ll take you up or down
From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by

And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin’ on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side
Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There ain’t no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And there’s no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive

And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

And it’s Friday night and you’re looking clean
Too early to start the rounds
A ten minute ride from the Gold Coast back make sure you’re pleasure bound
And it’s four o’clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day
And the sunshine’s fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day

And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound”…written by Skip Haynes

And! Beautiful you are…