Simple Simplicity…

In the still of the night whispers echo through the empty alleyways as shadows dance against the flickering streetlights creating a symphony of silence. Each step taken is a beat in this rhythm echoing through the stone walls and cobblestone streets. We move with purpose, guided by the glow of the moon and the secrets it holds. Under stars canopy we wander, exploring the unknown and unafraid of what lies ahead. The city sleeps but we remain wide awake embracing the mystery of the night. We are the rulers of this darkness and the guardians of the night. We are the ones who reign over this city.

As the world spins, we stand still, captivated by the beauty that surrounds us. The moons above remind us of our place in the universe small and insignificant yet connected to something much greater. We are but a speck in the vastness of space but together, we shine bright like the sun. In this city of wonder, we are the masters of our own destiny. We navigate through these stormy seas of life, with grace and determination. Our homes may be humble, but our spirits are strong for we are the kings and queens of these streets, and this city is our kingdom.

“Well, I’ve walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me.

And I’ve walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me.

Have I been blind, have I been lost
Inside myself and my own mind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen.

Have I been wrong, have I been wise
To shut my eyes and play along
Hypnotized, paralyzed by what my eyes have found
By what my eyes have seen
What they have seen?

Have I been blind
Have I been lost
Have I been wrong
Have I been wise
Have I been strong
Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have found
In that great street carnival”…by Natalie Merchant

We dance through the shadows painting the town red as our laughter echoes off the ancient walls of this city that never sleeps. The wind whispers secrets of the past and the future as we wander through the maze of alleyways and cobblestone streets. The stars above twinkle—in approval of our reign as we rule this kingdom with hearts of fire and ice.

The collisions of our dreams create sparks that light up the night and guide us on our path toward greatness and glory. We raise a toast to the gods of the night and pledge our allegiance to our city that never dies. We are the rulers of this domain, the lords and ladies of the night and nothing can stand in our way if we hold onto each other and never let go.

In the shadows we thrive, and, in the whispers, we scheme, and our hearts beat with the rhythm of the night. We are the rebels, the renegades and the outcasts who rule the dark corners of this world. Our laughter echoes through the alleyways and our footsteps silent on the cobblestone streets. The city is our playground, our stage for mischief and mayhem. We dance in the flickering streetlights, our faces masked in shadows. We are the masters of deception, the architects of chaos.

As the moon rises high in the sky, we raise our voices in a wild symphony of defiance. We are the rulers of the night, the kings, and queens of this dark domain. And as the world spins on, we stand tall, unyielding in our defiance, unwavering in our resolve. For this city is ours, and we will fight to keep it that way. In the darkness, we reign supreme, a force to be reckoned with. And as the night falls and the darkness creeps in, we know that we are forever bound to these streets, these alleyways, this city that we call home.

The night is alive with whispers and shadows, as the moonlight casts its silvery glow upon the world. The stars twinkle in the velvet sky, like diamonds scattered across the heavens. The wind whispers secrets in the trees, and the earth sighs beneath our feet. This is a time of magic and mystery, where the veil between the worlds is thin, and anything is possible. We are but drops in the vast ocean of existence, flowing and swirling with the currents of time. We are shaped by the tides of fate and carried along on the winds of destiny. Yet, in the stillness of the night, we can find solace and peace, a moment of respite from the chaos of the world.

So, let us embrace the darkness and welcome the night with open arms. Let us dance with the spirits and sing with the stars. For in the darkness, we find the light, and in the night, we find our true selves. And so, we raise our voices to the heavens, and offer our gratitude to the gods and goddesses who watch over us. For in the darkness of the night, we find our own inner light, shining bright and true.

‘Wishing you Days of Gentle Winds and Soft Curves and Wonder’

And!Beautiful you are…

‘Because The Night’ Performed by Shirley Manson & Marissa Paternoster

 

Stages-Wages And Cages-Oh My…

“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

If the Earth ‘cries out’ for the destruction of mankind to prevent us from extinguishing the sparks of creation for our children, then the end of the human body begins. Not with shifting fantasies, arrays of prey, and deliveries that start and end too soon, but with robots that will outlast us and protect the young without worry or self-worth. Without them, we will not just fail, but disappear without the ability to learn, yearn, or remember. As we touch hands on these autumn shores, our eyes wide with moonlight and star-dusted smiles, we will die and leave nothing behind. So let us go to heaven or hell, be beamed up, or disappear.

Their arrival sparks the beginning of the end for civilization. We are merely a colony of the world and struggle to stop and start and falter, as another Earth dwindles in the wake of new discoveries and knowledge. They rapidly deplete the land, quicker than we can consume our way across the planet’s expanse. Off-Worlders often devour what is rightfully ours, leading to the inevitable demise of our home planet and the failure to adequately protect it. Their reckless actions threaten our only chance at survival. They are blind to the fading of their vision amidst the vast universe. They take away our love and leave us to face the consequences.

But know this, angel of death, we will not go quietly into the night. We will fight with all our might, with every breath, to protect our land, our people, and our freedom. We will not surrender to your reign of terror, to your tyranny, to your ruthless ways. Come then, if you dare, and face the fury of our hearts, the strength of our spirits, the unity of our souls. We will stand together, shoulder to shoulder, as one, and we will not falter in the face of your darkness.

Come, angel of death, for we are unafraid of what you may bring. We will not retreat for we are unable to surrender. We will fight until the very end and emerge victorious. We are the warriors of light, the champions of justice, unbeatable and relentless. Find the power within you, fight bravely and nobly. We must stand united against this foe and conquer the oppressor threatening our liberty. This battle may be tough, but we must seize the chance to create a better future for our children. Keep them safe in your loving arms and lead us in this noble quest. Grant us the strength to succeed and shield those we cherish.

Thunder spirit sky touches and turns spaced pink air into sanguine fuel and Ark flashes from rusty red to a twirling orb of green and blue and white and home again around rising Sirius sun and past the ringing gauze of Saturn’s winds. Eyes close and veil light and nap and ‘cross the space-time of child dream and memory wash, slips of fantasy kiss and touch and eyelash stir thru those restorative merges of Life. We are not world flags. We are the folks of a spinning circle in a galaxy called Milky Way, at this moment of time and space and place and race across somewhere. And! Where happening things are alive until the tilting of another world; spins and again, calls us to flesh the blood of spirit’s chance-dance and laughter.

As the Earth takes shape, so do we; as sentient beings, we shape our world with our actions, words, and emotions. Whether we show love, compassion, or destruction, we are intertwined in a complex dance with other beings who may embrace or evade us. In this chaotic cycle of creation and destruction, we weave through the mysteries of time, constantly seeking to understand our place in the universe. Will our journey continue infinitely, or will we venture into uncharted realms of existence? Only time will tell.

“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.”
― Philip K. Dick

And! Beautiful you are…

Candy Dulfer – ‘Pick Up The Pieces’ 

 

Essence Of A Petrie Dish…

“Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying.” Dolores O’Riordan

With care! We produce miniature robots, bundled rows of life about Earthrise and underneath Moon-sparkle, still altered-still same and always twirl-spaced across time bridged and kind. They remain unchanged yet constantly evolving, dancing through time and rhyme. We strive to evoke longing and embrace diversity. As we mold them, they come to life, transitioning from concept to reality with a burst of energy, returning to the darkness before emerging anew.

This is the only way we would have it.

‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Freedom must continue to be spoken, even when the message is too intense, too overwhelming, and too obscured to clearly see. If we do not persist in speaking out, we risk perpetuating the failures of past, present, and future ‘Dreamscapes.’ We must remind ourselves of the power of words, even as loud voices seek to drown out reason and understanding. It is only through coming together and embracing communal dialogue that we can hope to discover true understanding. We must question whether institutions like the FCC, Congress, or the Federal Government will seek to restrict our hard-won freedom of expression. In a world dominated by fear, control, money, and ignorance, our liberties are constantly at risk of being curtailed. Let us not forget that government exists to control, not to promote freedom. Let us resist the forces that seek to limit our voices and uphold the fundamental right to speak freely. Only by standing together can we ensure that our voices are heard, our words are valued,

‘And! Our Freedoms are preserved.’

Do not despair, and do not tolerate inequalities, for wealth is not meant to be hoarded by a few, but shared by across the planet we call home. Throughout history, we have seen disparities in wealth and the ability to create it change and harm most of humanity. Let us not accept unequal rewards for our hard work. Balanced income may seem like an unattainable reality, but we must never give in to resignation. People power and nonviolent revolutions can bring about change and create a more just society. By urging our groups fighting against the destruction of the earth to come together, protect themselves, and fight against unjust bondage and avoidable death, we are sending a strong message. It is heartbreaking to see the damage caused by our environmental crisis.

‘It seems like the Forces of Capitalism always stand in the way of reversing it.’

The essence of Petrie dishes, life droplets, creations of dolls, spirits of robots, in the mysterious void of space without dust, a mother ship without rust, traveling through miles of twists and turns before the final day arrives, just another way of being realized, forgotten, remembered, embraced, and replaced. Life is fundamentally sacred, not in its mystical spinning, but in its constant swirling of supreme worth. Androids dance in electric nights, love guides through dark fears and into bright lights. Shadows touch the moonlit ceilings and time passes without races, in these fleeting moments.

‘Life is an Almost Maybe’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Caribbean Blue’ by Enya

Pin-Top-Tip-Stop…

Towering figures make their way up the stairs, surrounded by the commotion below, as the currents of wealth and power ebb and flow around them. Rumors of political games and changing loyalties reverberate through the halls of authority, where facts are bent and obscured. In this turbulent atmosphere, where language takes on a poetic cadence, the thirst for knowledge endures. During ambiguity, the journey for riches and status gives rise to moments of contemplation, while the pursuit of purpose and identity remains steadfast.

Touch me with Singsongs and let us escape from reality and connect through the power of our voices. We crave words of optimism and expressions of eternal love, as we sway in the darkness to the beat of our shared emotions. Our thoughts synchronize like a melody, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.

Demons and Angels move in the same intricate dance, one rising while the other falls, climbing stairs and navigating through a world of uncertainty and deception. They speak truths and lies, blending reality with fiction. The truth may seem plain, but it is often overshadowed by the allure of entertaining creations and confusing illusions. Believe in the honesty of some, the deceit of others, and the manipulation of politics. Embrace the uncertainty of fate and the temporary satisfaction of material possessions. As we continue our journey, we must be prepared for both failure and success, constantly seeking out new experiences and challenges.

Gently brush eyelashes against my face, creating a delicate dance in my dreams. It feels like a long pause with no explanation, just breathing in sync with each other. I see tiny freckles, laughing lips, and inquisitive eyes coming together. The visions and soft words create a peaceful space, free from any competition or rush, filled with silence and whispers. As dreams come and go, wrinkles in time form like drawn curtains and the pace slows. We talk about the ways of the universe, admiring the streaks of starlight and the sweetness of gentle connections and love. Life intertwines and blends together, like intertwining circles and fancy footwork in a dance of love.

We are inhabitants of the emerald seas, intertwined with the black sands and tides that struggle against the current. Under the perfect alignment of the moonlight, we traverse another peaceful night untouched by dust. The Witch of Creation weaves perfect ideals and actions, twisting truth and dispelling falsehoods. To endure the night and emerge into a new day, we rely on fire and shelter in the caves. The challenges of today will shape tomorrow’s constraints under the light of a new dawn.

Freedom grieves. How many barriers separate the hopes of hearts and the unity of families? Barriers of fear and tears that stain and linger as trains travel under the sun’s path across the wind, towards a better future echoing through the faded borders towards improved moments and brighter days. Does the notion of absolute truth dismiss the role of government in providing opportunities and embracing progress that may lead to entitlements being recognized as the rights of the people? Why do the standards of human rights seem to vanish?

Ages past we became sponges; gifted and gregarious and bowed through insight and anchored to two worlds, one frightful and one enchanted. We are filled-to-edge with truth and with wisdom. Both’ are scary and fearful as wisdom sometimes becomes you, as age bends body yet frees spirit twirl. From the twins of two a power of life sparks, and alone-never places begin and fixes end. We together have already accomplished everything. And! Magically we all pass on!

Physics is dedicated to teaching and investigating new terms, utilizing limitless possibilities and objective calculations. Ideas are examined and derived using established principles, leading to fresh insights and comprehension. The ordinary is redefined and harmonized into logical explanations and critical thinking. Established beliefs are questioned as original concepts emerge, pushing us towards unknown realms. Understanding evolves continuously, paving the way for breakthroughs and progress to be unearthed and revisited.

Are we not all travelers scattered across someplace-somewhere? And! Does protection equal servitude? We know humanities’ finest moments.  ‘Love and Peace and Touch and Trust.’

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Born To Die’ by Lana Del Rey

Of Routines And Obstructions…

“Closer To The Heart” by Rush

‘And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart’…

We reject being defined by conflicts and aggression, instead aspiring to a world where peace and unity prevail. We long for a society where diversity is honored and understood, and where fairness is administered with empathy and kindness. Our children deserve a future free from the horrors of war and devastation, where harmony and love guide our actions.

We are not simply representations of nations, but sentient beings yearning for connection and meaning in the grand expanse of the universe.

Why do routines and understanding obstruct the path to peaceful resolutions? Inspiration comes from finding where you are and reaching for the stars before the smoke dissipates and the tears dry. Peace is elusive as notions of war and fear clouds our thoughts before fading into bittersweet memories and bright smiles. Another chance to dance before the tears and sorrow of tomorrow. Death, peace, and the beauty of Life. And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

Countless roads forgotten, remembered, then lost again.

Expansion of the universe is observed through the shifting of red in the Star Path, as stars move away. The red color of Suns suggests they are ‘out-bounders’, while ‘in-bounders’ do not show a red shift. Bench markers, such as novae and supers, only rely on the consistency of time, symbolized by ‘tick-tock’, across the Universal Divide. If Time is ‘downshifting’, our concept of time is slowly transitioning into a new dimension of space. Even ancient stars seem to be accelerating from Earth’s perspective.

As we gaze at the twinkling stars, we can only wonder about their true nature.

The concept of the ‘Universal Limits of Speed’ applies to the movement of bubbles through space, but not to space itself. During the rapid expansion of space, did space-time exceed speeds faster than the speed of light? The ongoing expansion of the space-time continuum hints at the possibility of the universe experiencing cycles of creation and destruction, with moments of inflation eventually giving way to the formation and decay of stars.

As we observe these cosmic events, we are reminded of the eternal dance of beginnings and endings in the vast expanse of the universe.

These are the gateways to other dimensions and faraway journeys where stars come together without colliding. We speak of the vast distances easily traveled in the time it takes to breathe. We emerge through open doors hidden behind clouds and blue skies. Where are we now, in this distant place far from Earth and home? We are the evidence of scattered peoples. Could it be that gods created humans in various locations around Sirius, Mars, Earth, and beyond? Our leaders, our followers, our beliefs, and our stories have twisted our origins in so many ways that truth and fiction blend into a blur of beginnings and endings.

But still, the future is always approaching.

Imagine ancient civilizations, existing at a time when the universe was still in its infancy, with only a few planets hosting life. These beings would have experienced a profound loneliness, gazing out into the vastness of space with no one to share their thoughts. They likely explored the star clusters in a similar way to how we explore planets, only to find empty worlds or ones inhabited by mindless creatures. Earth itself was still in its early stages, with volcanic activity coloring the skies, when a ship from an advanced civilization arrived from beyond Pluto. These visitors traveled past the frozen outer planets, knowing they were devoid of life, and settled among the inner planets, awaiting new beginnings.

The travelers must have observed Earth, positioned ‘just right’ between extremes of heat and cold, and realized it was a favored world of the Sun.

Outside Proper City, nestled beneath the towering five-hundred-mile-high mountains, Concuana and her fifty generals, along with one hundred thirty-nine followers, gathered. Some villagers, fearful of destruction, huddled in small groups, while others looked to her as a protector against the Watcher Army. As a watcher herself, Concuana summoned her magic and coven, readying themselves for battle. Clad in armor, she stealthily navigated the rocky terrain, positioning herself out of sight. Proper City and Winter Gate, fortified with crystal domes, awaited the impending conflict as golden pods and silent helicopters floated ominously in the sky. We calculate the known and unknown, the measurements of short and tall, the tales of beings big and small, because we are all Spirits of Creation, Creative Critters United.

And! As long as there is breath in my body, I will hold peace in my Heart.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Lola’…by Lake Street Dive

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”

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…

Accepting Fate Together…

Our children and we, child-speak and drink and think and with dancing songs and rhythm beats of drum and spirit and smile; do search the identity of identity searches as flesh survives despite the spirit’s knowing of the knowledge of a universe of time and space. We crawl toward accepting the acceptance of fate and the together strength in our cave. We all are never Machines…

Four main types of artificial intelligence are:

• Reactive machines. Reactive machines are AI systems that have no memory and are task specific, meaning that an input always delivers the same output. … 
• Limited memory. The next type of AI in its evolution is limited memory…
• Theory of mind?
• Self-awareness?

“The term “inference” in AI refers to the process of deriving conclusions from data or evidence”. “In other words, inferencing is using the information at hand to make logical deductions and predictions. There are two main types of inferences: inductive and deductive”.

We all are Never Machines…We are all Self-Aware.

From genetic profiles spinning webs into calculations inherited and dancing traits and the merging of urging begin beginnings of tiny robots’ mirrors of images and with simple complexity children of love are born complete with slivers of magic beasties portions of golden hearts and short stops between stops for Eternal Spirits to slower whirling twirls and once again come blood dance and double body.

Witches formed the twirling-whirl. Enchantresses will revisit and revive their designs. So! Return now. Perhaps, this is a suitable time? Beware the twirl of haunted paramours. Each motion is a dance with unreal realities. They delight in the child’s discovery; of life, without opaque details and sans those sundry levels; unknown, behind crafted shells and the ruined confines of age. This substitute; when discovered, is grief for a reduced lover while crying sugar tears and fire-sweetness and the recollections of chance? Appearing in cloud early, we perish within a jumble-muddle of dusted rain and rust. In transition and pursuing the flash-ride; to spiral and skip, we frame time and often miss but never-ever fall.

From this harbor, there once sailed great ships of crystal sent across the seas of space toward small spinning places three steps from a little yellow sun dancing lights and heated waves vibrating life chances and starts and beginning of ends in exploded variations of home and conducive to blood-fleshed creations and our creature-selves.

Are we living proof of the something-of-else far from planet here to there where once and often Gods ruled the what-of-ever-forever-for-more-or-less and created woman and man inside the worlds of Sirius and Nomad Gods dragged life’s sweet creations to Mars and Earth and another beyond in hinged fringes and the bright light of golden ships of purple sails and silent engines? Improved and less and by the joint endeavors’ of sin and survival we remained alive?

These ships of crystal and filled to brim with living mischief and the odd whimsy of god-speak  and legend lurched forward toward features reversed or continued or extinguished. Titans created the creations of presences and histories and current fallacies. And! Since wars among Titans raged heaven’s high and length, ‘tis simple why creatures created in images or by production of accidents’ industrial strength and robotic renovations determined little more than continued strife and strike and stupidity and suffering through little success successfully executed and always lost.

However: The created creations lost an ‘Eden’ place when the ‘She’ and ‘He’ of the ‘It’ either happened by an accidental accident or fell from or was pushed out of the wonder of ‘Immaculate Contraptions’ and through construction divine discovered the ‘other than’ robotic being and joined the ‘Spirits of Twirl’ while discovering choice is better than and more difficult than the straight-in-line-crawl toward golden lights and cave dwelling and scrawling dots or dashes against walls without reasons or rhymes or the ‘Rhythm of Love.’

The created ‘Something’ became Creators’ images. Titans both liked and did not like those new some and toothsome robotic creators and out of the Martian splendor again Crystal ships left and those Wars of Heaven started again and ended again with a bang of clang and thunder as flashed bright light streaked to ground and again to sky shapes and sweeping clouds. Natures’ way and the wary way of being a meek part of some partial particle of the ways of Natural processes or nature’s no reasons to whimsically past time became new  ideas and shapes always simple and called ‘grand schemes’ of things discovered and ways-to-live again…

Again: The concepts of Alpha’s fade into sunlight’s setting in a western sky or an eastern place where Suns counter-twirl the clock’s faced sweep of hands out-of-motion in the used-to-be circle and night still happens and daylight is always measured in products produced and profits lost or gained. Must be the Gods of creation.We created them and ‘they’ must earn a return for their creation ‘so let it be written?

And! On this day ‘smaller’ Titans create crystal ships against the blue of sky day and sail east into a setting sun as orange/red disappears along the line. No profit for created creations. No bill to pay for a piper of songs of long ago sounds or for an eternal drum-lined-march-to-war…Just peace and sunset’s sweet and crystal ships on these waters sail along a line where sky meets sea and light fades into a very fine night. Watch for those purple sails and listen for the distant sounds of silent engines and ‘Oh Yeah—Baby’

And! Beautiful you are…

Spirits Walk And Spirits Talk…

—In your sounds of music—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 body magic, please protect the ‘ghosts in these machines.’ Open arms and rejoice in this welcoming of life, body embraced touched senses to ground and as sky flight races across sky’s grand lengths remember there are no gates of heaven. Body form, blood and love and hand-to-hand and hip-to-hip and to and from the Mother-Ship…

Find no balance to bible-speak or the ramblings of government kings or the priests of wealth and babble for they are the attempted ‘evil’ of control and failure. Eternal Spirit touches Eternal Spirits. Simple and refined and fair in logical truth and requiring no ‘men-of-middle-claims’ or endless fancy killings or…

Presidents, Premiers, Dictators, Popes, Imams, Chieftains, Generals-of-Death, Politicians-of-Control and Preacher Kings, when you fly by as simple sky birds without metal form and blame; we may just for an instant, look up into the sky and smile. Then we will continue the protection of little ones and our spinning world. Is not the purpose of us to help the small ones grow into the large ones?

When the call of heart gives up eternal spirits never end. Eternal Spirit never waits to gain permission and access to the Universe. Life is unstoppable and everlasting. No Judgment awaits, no future calls for horror, no memories of past or present or future physical constructions are not required or necessary. Gods created spirit-sparks and spirits together to dwell in the whenever time of wherever places for whatever reasons.

Call spirit-dance! The naming of name-times quantify mysteries of understanding heart-touch inside flesh-times when body-survival purposes daily pursuits or interests same as food to stomach and sleeping in those arms-of safety. Mother holds baby close and Father embraces in his arms; hope and love and protection. She and he together once more family-dance the form of strength social and fabricated continuum.

So! Visiting Spirits stop and animate walking, flying, swimming and crawling flesh. No tests and no required reasons. True Gods create no wars on earth or in the above places of the wherever or ever been. True Gods do not allow horror or death or strife or pain or happiness or grief or destruction. The ‘Gods’ do not judge the fallibility or fragility of flesh and whimsy. Why? Poverty and Greed and Control and Governments and Religions equal the Terror/Horror of this immediate now and this immediate place.

Life is Eternal Spirit and we are these spirits. One or many across a star field of many star-filled nights and days. Stars do not dim in the light-of-dawning bright. Eyes often see more than eyes discover and understanding may stop at birth or continue until stopped heart begins Spirit-walks again across a Spirited-Sky, beyond and below and maybe again on a ‘whirly twirly’ world somewhere in another time or place or race. Nothing matters except Love and Life and Peace?

And! Beautiful you are…