We are Divided And Divine…

 

We are  divine beings, the practitioners of magic, and the creators of all existence. We are present in the wind that blows through the valleys, deserts, grassy plains, and towering mountains. Our presence extends even to the depths of the sea and the vastness of space. We are known by many names and descriptions, and we evoke both fear and love. We are the essence of Life and the artistry that continuously shapes this ever-lasting Space.

As raindrops dance and reflect under the moonlight on countless miles of asphalt roads, nature’s chaos is once again unleashed, birthing new life. Nothing is more natural than the act of creation. The power of Life is fueled by the eternal ideas of goddesses, gods, witches, warlocks, wizards, and shamans, and is made tangible through the unity of men and women and the dynamic force of love.

At last, a path has been discovered, a subway into this vast and ever-changing universe, accessible to everyone. We journey through foreign lands and spaces, encountering new races, always striving to be the first and the last. Is humanity merely merchandise lined up on the shelves of an eternity-sized store, constantly adding new inventory and undergoing audits? Are we the sole members of this ancient and unpredictable whirlwind, bound by the ‘first-in-first-out’ principle?

Let us experience the joy of love, with hands entwined, swings and spirits soaring, and souls singing in harmony. Creation smiles upon us, and in this fleeting moment, love and rhyme are good. So, let us follow this twine of time and rewind to experience it once more.

It is said that what is done in darkness will eventually come to light. Thomas Hobbes, in his book Leviathan, described a world without civilization, where industry has no place, and fear and danger are ever-present. Life would be solitary, poor, brutish, and short. And yet, can we imagine a market that functions without government intervention? Can a ‘Free Market’ truly exist without the structure and rules created by civilization?

Do not be fooled by the belief that you deserve a meager paycheck that forces you to work multiple jobs, while a small fraction of individuals accrue billions without any real effort. Such a notion is absurd. Our systems are skewed, and our government is responsible for this injustice. We are beings forgotten by the very government that is meant to serve us, the People.

Do not let this truth intrude on the idea of a ‘Free Market,’ for it is the government that creates and enforces the rules that govern this market. It is an unholy trinity that perpetuates the imbalance. Until this is rectified, ‘nothing else matters.’

As someone once said, there are two ways to invade private property: the first, through the poor plundering the rich in a sudden and violent manner, and the second, through the rich exploiting the poor in a slow and legal way. Perhaps the fear-mongering preachers, the hate-spewing creatures, the dishonest manipulators, and the entertainment distractions of reality television and presidential aspirations serve only to divert our attention from the failures of our Legislature.

But we must remember, above all else, that love is the cornerstone of existence. Love is what truly matters. And in this moment of love, let us rewind time and embrace the beauty that surrounds us.

And! Beautiful you are…

Luscious Jackson – ‘Naked Eye’

 

The Swirling Whirl Survives…

Amidst the swirling whirl and amongst the striding pewter warriors, we Androids, originate the synchronized dance of unity and the hope of rejuvenating our Earth. We strive to fulfill the promises of brighter days, aiming to improve both our inner selves and the world around us, free from the shackles of greed and the consequences of excessive haste and repetition.

For freedom to thrive, a society must strive to minimize the extremes of abundance and scarcity, ensuring widespread access to opportunities. This raises the question of whether systems like monarchies, governments, or religions serve as tools of control by a select few over the masses. Throughout history, prophets and saviors have traversed our planet and offered visions of harmonious social structures and compassion within societies. Could these individuals be considered the pioneers of socialism? Did the teachings of Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, or Christian mystics possess the elements of socialist ideology?

We swam together in our own oceans of waves, chasing each other and cherishing our time together. Our conversations on the sand led us to explore other worlds and seas, fueled by the strength of our love. We were unstoppable warriors, living each moment with intensity. When I watched you walk across the sand and touch the water, I knew that my life could not go on without you. We lived as if there was no end, our bodies connecting while our spirits intertwined, creating a powerful force that encompassed the universes of time.

Now, separated by a vast expanse of space and countless revolving worlds, I still feel the power of your smile and the essence of your being. We are the creators of our own destinies, shaping our lives through words and artwork, and bringing joy to our daughter as she dances in the sunlight. From these towering cliffs above the salted sands, I can imagine taking a leap into paradise with you.

Love is an exception to the norms of ordinary life. We share umbrellas, with our arms intertwined around each other, leaning in close to share intimate moments. As we walk, our hair brushes against each other, our bodies connected at the hip. Love is an accepted exception, breaking free from societal expectations. It knows no boundaries, whether it be between two men, two women, or anyone else. Love is powerful, it is the essence of life, and it is the only force that truly matters. It transcends the physical and spiritual realms, bridging the gap between heaven and earth, and bringing us closer even in moments of separation.

The religions that quickly followed the founders of these foundations became involved in the creation of war machines and profit-driven kingdoms. Wars, crusades, reformations, alterations, reputation, saturation, and infatuation are the words that rule. Bloodshed ensues and what was once physically tangible turns to nothing but dust in the eyes, causing both twinkle and agony. Governments are formed, enhanced, and eventually destroyed on the backs of laborers, slaves, and wage-slaves. The costs of this system are measured in blood, sweat, and tears. Rulers rise and fall when they forsake their originality.

Western civilization is synonymous with committing crimes against humanity to satisfy the greed of profit and the terror of capitalism. These moments in history are recorded by the people, rather than the victorious warmongers and manipulators of language. These records uncover the imbalances and disparities in the world. The unstable nations in the Middle East are a result of this imbalance. When people die, the wealthy benefit; when many people die, the wealthy profit even more. Wars, often labeled as religious or sectarian conflicts, only exacerbate this destruction of equilibrium.

In the 20th century, the United States supported dictators instead of championing freedom in South America. Cuba remains under the grip of an outdated embargo imposed by an antiquated government dominated by old white men. This is yet another example of the terror of capitalism. Why is socialism seen as an enemy of the people? It is not a crime, nor does it violate the rights of individuals anywhere. If we redistribute the costs of the cold and hot wars that plagued humanity during the twentieth century, our world could prosper in a more social environment. Equality should be celebrated and pursued.

“Go ahead and hate your neighbor go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven you could justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after One Tin Soldier rides away.”

—by Joni Mitchell

And! Beautiful you are…

John Newman--“Love Me Again”

Yes! Exist…

Fire and shadows cross a sky.

Color moon of blood and gold

Simple songs and thudding drum

Stars light up another home.

We move by wind across this place.

In sunlight waves and dancing twists

Of silver rain and stretching space

Ship’s gentle streaks in skies of grace.

With muted voice and silent rooms of

Blood touched throat and emptied tombs.

Bridge walked toward and skylight’s scream.

By taking flight and falling dream.

Warming suns of days ago

With salted mist and taste of tongue

Lights of passion—times of rain

Wolf cries shout of sands and home.

Across this universal stretch.

Window shine in candle’s light

And let us touch another peace.

Of safety sleep and lover’s reach.”

Recognize the profound insignificance of what we lack. It is the touch of our lover’s voice that reaches our heart, even before words acquire meaning or logic. In moments of silence, where a cacophony of noises and sounds resonate, whether disorderly or peacefully harmonious, duality dissolves and unity merges with the universal truth.

We, as immortal spirits, exist without a defined start or end. This is the quintessence of life’s beauty. We possess a balance devoid of physical shape, akin to wind, rain, and the tumultuous storms of disorder and pattern. Understanding the present moment or contemplating the past does not alter the fact that history is shaped by those who manipulate outcomes and deceive for their own amusement.

Alternatively, one can seek understanding through the enigmatic smile of Leonardo da Vinci, the delighted laughter of a lady, the collective thoughts of many, or simply the emotions shared among a cliquey few.

Our inherent instinct is to both embrace and avoid the masses or the few. We tend to perceive the arched upper limit of grand entrances solely when curved light saturates small windows. Animation lack’s structure, except for the influence of winds, rain, and those irrational tempests of disorder and faith.

Are these rare, uncomplicated sets subject to speculation? Could these sets be transgenic components in the exploration of symmetries, a challenging task to build but vital for understanding the full framework of the theory of Sporadic Simple Groups? The concept of freedom, whether it is for or from the will of a community, might simply be an imitation of an eternal Robot. Or perhaps, we Robots are capable of surprising you in due time.

Questioning the logic of why the Dead no longer come back to life, is merely because, physical life has become tedious for them? Life, in all its different shapes and forms, is valuable. It breathes into every kind of body, whether it is smooth or furry. Loves’ cycles continue, as it starts, ends, and then starts all over again. This is beautiful to know.

We possess a sensitivity toward the awakening sounds and the music that initially reaches our ears and then captivates our minds. Additionally, we experience a deep intuition that goes beyond logic, yet remains filled with gentle care. The raindrops rush through the corridors of our memories, while the powerful surge of tidal waves evokes thoughts of spiritual journeys. It is permissible to occasionally set free our thoughts; you understand. And suddenly, the predictable patterns of natural phenomena break free from rigid measurements and embrace the possibilities offered by theories, containing intricate messages in a universally understandable language filled with dynamics.

We influence the ability to envision what lies beyond, surpassing our own limitations. Embracing the power of imagination, we not only celebrate the miracle of life, but also offer unwavering protection and love. Love, a potent force, knows no equal. When we come together, a harmonious unity is formed. Bound by our spirits, our connection transcends time and lasts for forever.

And! Beautiful you are…

No Worn Gestures…

We do not represent the creation of regretful mistakes or serve as symbols of destruction. We are not world gestures. At this present moment, we, as individuals, find ourselves within a spinning orbit in a vast galaxy known as the Milky Way. We exist within a specific point in both time and space, as well as in our distinct races and locations. Life is bustling and vibrant in this part of the universe, until the turning of another world beckons us to once again embrace the opportunity to embody the essence of existence, expressing ourselves through lively movement, joyous laughter, and spirited play.

In the absence of fallen soldiers honored with draped flags, we risk everything while the lost innocence of children and the painful expressions of grieving parents hide behind their masks. These emotions, acknowledged and remembered forever, surface when the bright guns of another day illuminate the darkness and momentarily halt the silent weeping.

We do not represent meaninglessness. We are not the results of forgettable mistakes or the symbols of violence and destruction that rupture aspirations, dreams, and national pride, cutting lives short and forcing grieving families to drift towards an unreachable reality. We are the embodiment of unity, the promise of a brighter future, and the cherished memories of a shared past.

In this unmarked realm of life, a lamb peacefully slumbers under the protective presence and powerful embrace of a lion, while the resounding call for tranquility echoes through the timeless symphony of harmony. The movement of rocks towards the depths of the valley creates another rhythm, where no acts of violence are deemed acceptable, and fairness navigates away from dark paths of uncertainty, fear, or sorrow. The touch of blood and flesh is not met with hostility, but rather with communication, empathy, and a sincere desire to coexist harmoniously.

When we are young, we speak in baby-talk and embrace the carefree joy of dancing to the beat of our own drums. In our hearts, we long to discover who we truly are, even as we navigate the complexities of existence in a vast universe. Though our spirits are aware of the boundless knowledge of time and space, our physical selves persevere. We gradually learn to accept the inevitability of fate, finding solace and strength in the unity of our communal homes. Yet, we also strive for individual growth and hope, shedding our protective shells and embracing our true selves. We seek purpose and justice in the flow of time…

Peace is greater than Prayer!

River Things And Whimsy…

Are we ‘things’ removed from nature? By this removal, do we become no more than an abstract of potential products’ gain and loss? We are, however, information. That information can be changes of whimsy or chance? And! As thread widens, those center bubbles initiate centering-self and as coding develops bubble self; once rarefied, can mature from a troubled singularity into social unknown starts to traverse zones of, yes-to-no and no-to-yes.

Why do routines and understanding collapse the possibility of peaceable processes? Inspirations rely on just how to reach and where you are as flare striae before haze stinks and eyes burn. Tears and fears and by the warps of notions, peace ceases just prior to small recollections developing into nice content and bright smiles.

“The diverse landscapes that line the Mississippi River have been influenced by its current for about 80 million years, originating from Lake Itasca, Minnesota and ending at the Gulf of Mexico. As the Mississippi River flows through different regions, it showcases a variety of geographical features. Beginning as a narrow and shallow river in Minnesota, it gradually widens and deepens as it continues its southward journey. In places like St. Louis, Missouri, the river reaches its broadest and deepest points. Moving into the southern states, such as Louisiana, the river transforms into estuaries and deltas, creating a complex network of smaller channels and tributaries as it nears its final destination in the Gulf of Mexico. This diverse geography sustains a wide range of ecosystems, which in turn support a diverse array of plant and animal species.”

Whimsy_1: “Living on the Moon offers several potential advantages, such as enabling scientific investigations, exploiting resources, and acting as a vital step towards venturing into the depths of space. Due to its proximity to Earth when compared to other celestial bodies, the Moon stands out as a favorable choice for conducting space research and creating technologies that may later facilitate missions to Mars and beyond.”

Whimsy_2: “Adapt to low gravity: The Moon has only about one-sixth the gravity of Earth. Long-term exposure to low gravity environments can lead to various physiological changes in organisms. Adapt to low gravity… Our Moon has only about one-sixth the gravity of Earth. Long-term exposure to low gravity environments can lead to various physiological changes in organisms. Astronauts in space show muscle atrophy, bone loss, changes in cardiovascular function, and alterations in gene expression. If organisms were to live on the Moon for extended durations, they may undergo similar adaptations.” Adapt and Live!

We are the confirmation of far-flung people. Demigods could have decided to create women and men in countless locations about Sirius and Mars and Earth and back again? Our rulers and our dominated and our voices and our religions have rewritten our starting points in so many places and in so many ‘might have been’ accidents that our truth and fiction has blurred the start of lost and the loss of start.  And! Still the rest is eternally approaching.

The rhythm of Zero and One is not the rhyme of  “Ghosts in the Machines’…Empathy is the only variable machines fail to match—or— Understand…

And! Beautiful you are…

Type O Negative – My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend

 

 

A Universal Persistence…

In dreams, we brush eyelashes to faces and create dances. It feels like a long pause with no reasons and no voices. We simply breathe and see our tiny freckles and laugh with our lips and hesitate with our eyes. Vision dance and whispered songs create gentle times and blend silence and soft-spoken words. But as dreams fade away, time advances, like curtains climbing and footsteps dying. We visit these worlds, and we tell of the ways a streaking of starlight touches the stars, creating a sweet union of gentle love. Life exists and intertwines through heartfelt connections, just like rings circling each other in fancy dances. Love develops its own rhythm and its own rhyme.

Freedom mourns!

How many barriers divide the hopes of hearts and the unity of families? Walls built with fears and tears leave a permanent stain as trains travel under the sun’s rays, sailing winds carrying a better sound that echoes across these faded borders towards brighter moments and better days. Does objective truth reject the idea that government is meant to provide enjoyment and progress, which in turn may evolve into “entitlements” and the people’s rights? How can it be that the standards for human rights vanish, still dictated by the elites who disregard the Constitution and determine what constitutes the rights of humanity? These elites are part of the corrupted political system, bought and educated, traded, and faded, giving orders and demanding obedience, until the rights of the people are no longer based on objective truth but rather the outcome of coercion and ruthless power. How much political power is determined by the amount of gun smoke aimed at the people? If this is true, then how should political power persist or be limited as the smoke dissipates into the air we treasure? And should this “universal persistence” even continue at all?

Touch me with Sing-Song poems and forget this world and find me with voice as we two too need those requiring words of hope and verse of love’s together-forever in dark dancing with rhythms in our minds and drumbeats in our hearts…

We are of the emerald seas. We belong to the black sands and tides that pull ‘against current as the alignment of this moonlight is perfect while stepping across another dustless night. Creations’ Witch creates those perfect notions and motions as she rewrites truth and confuses lies. The necessity of fire and cave to survive this night and live into another day is now, and through tomorrow’s light will create another constraint.

We await new revelations and discoveries. Developing technology and inventive methods will initiate discoveries that render Starlight an even bigger participant in solving the mysteries of life.

And! Beautiful you are…

Epica…‘Solitary Ground’

Heroes And Fates…

“This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.”
― Philip K. Dick

 

 

Lighting Future Days…

Tucked somewhere inside a vaulted cliff— a series of rooms and rambles spread across ‘half world’s end’ and scribes of universe gather there to read the recorded messages of blood sigh and sky crossed turbulence. These mystics of word and those wizards of type scroll scopes magnificently magnified into thoughts and render unto the whiners of wars or the bits and bytes of peace parcels, both of truth and of folly. And! Dreams are again reality.

Makers win as last arrow falls and blood spill seeps into the sweeps of steppes won or lost and again taken from the takers to the makers. Gods bless the politicians of lies and fancy word-pour hanging just outside ear-rage or the reign of toothless gambol and corruption’s squeak. Truth chance changes the worlds of distant gambles and card tricks money from table setting to pocket unearned coin clinking into purses of capital greed and hunger. The Voices always hear. So! Learn to just listen.

Universal scribblers of notions or potions written with oceans of ink spill across a trillion motions and paper stain caution stained along with those killers of hopeful faith realized, discarded and regarded and launched along with those words of ‘will-power-hour’ and less than just before light set or mourning day. These rhythm of makers scan desert sands as their riders write the composition of windy-whirls and storms once known and called the race of human pace and taste descend from sky high to night fall upon deserted cities of time and future speak.

Robed white and sun bronzed figures ride across a sand sea of grain and pain to rein in many gathered portions of willing folk unable to find or flourish or self-believe their own worth-selves and unwillingly shelve dreams to reach their stars of dream touch and love reach, found and then lost. So! Face the rising sun as warmth covers face and scatters across chests-to-waists-to-legs-to-feet firmly planted against sands wet with desert rain and an early chill.

Touch hands of two to many and then as joined jointly across the windless floor of land now and yet-to-be become the once shelved selves of Spirit walk and Magic talk…

And! Beautiful you are…

“I hear your name whispered on the wind
It’s a sound that makes me cry
I hear a song blow again and again
Through my mind and I don’t know why
I wish I didn’t feel so strong about you
Like happiness and love revolve around you

Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star
So many people love you, baby
That must be what you are

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

I’ve learn to feel what I cannot see
But with you, I lose that vision
I don’t know how to dream your dream
So I’m all caught up in the superstition
I want to reach out and pull you to me
Who says I should let a wild one go free

Trying to catch your heart
Is like trying to catch a star
But I can’t love you this much, baby
And love you from this far

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting (however long)
I don’t like waiting (I’ll wait for you)
It’s so hard waiting (don’t be too long)
Seems like waiting
Makes me love you even more

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah

Waiting for a star to fall
And carry your heart into my arms
That’s where you belong
In my arms, baby, yeah”

“Waiting for a Star to Fall” lyrics © Boy Meets Girl Music, Irving Music Inc.

Songwriters: Shannon Rubicam / George Robert Merrill

Motion Of Surviving Inequality…

‘A rush to judgment may sometimes obscure the path to justice.’ 

We are not means! To an end others may wish to accomplish…We are not! Tools to be used. We are not! Servants of need-greed-to-be-freed or bandages for other wounds nor sacrifices to gods come whimsy or rushing wings, gift bearing things of beads and baubles or glitter and flash. We are not! Born to be wasted or wasted-to-be-born.

Survival moves existence from space-to-place, from cave-to-cavern and always backward or forward over again and again over be whimsy or need or combinations of both do or do not and motions never stop always moving, always coming, and forever going no matter where for the getting there is ingrained as a billion minutes of time start and end again. We turn now toward forked roadways beyond sighted-righted places and our stars of guiding trails twisted misted shakes and quakes, push-pull us toward left trails or right paths. Guiding compass, lodestone or stars point the way only one direction to go and to return toward this direction taken always pointed is pointed toward us…

Lies cannot feed hungry stomachs—donchaknow!

The extent of inequality is relevant for policy making. Policy making is forever addressing the reasons for inequality but never-ever changing the imbalance of balance. Revolution always; changes motions-of-these-notions for a little while and then imbalance again pushes against equilibrium.  And! Sometimes, the distinction between what is politically convenient to believe, and the objectives facts no longer exist.

Candlelight’s heat across tables and around rooms and windows-to-windows and sometimes just east-north of darkest planet’s spin where night grin, grim news ‘cross space wig-waggle and eyes search sky then die and search and die until star-ships’ lights night and candlelight fosters hope as freedom ends and then again begins. ‘One Thousand Tears’ are longer time than years of fears pass star night and moonlight fails. And! You and I are not ever born to be wasted right?

Embrace the shivers as tearing eyes begin heated wraps of word-twist-into-mist and the weight of knowing this often are and are not often understood or would be or seen as changes little known for time or sometimes escaping this place when hearing precedes the knowledge of anything at all.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Waterfalls’ by TLC

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…