Tennis bAlls of Hope

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What was once a Brave New World..
Future Shock.. CATCH 22! OH NO!
1984..
is now a
New Experiment..
thanks to the drONEs
of the world who keep at
it.. like Steve Jobs.. Bill Gates
etc.. yes.. at times heartless folks
but among many others providing
the hive that the Caring Bees
and Queens of Love..
the warrior bees..
and even
the raping
pillaging
killing
bees
with
liGht
and dArk come online
to CHANGE THE WORLD
IN A WAY THAT HAS NEVER
BEEN DONE BEFORE AS iS
THE REALITY SHOW
of us that is
being broadcast
for all as even the
meekest among us
gain a voice where an
incredibly powerful now
smart phone device like
my iPhone 6s.. can even
open up all of what i do
online.. hehe.. which
was literally
impossible
before..
until
the phones
got smarter.. haha!
and finally the Universe
of human in all of Google
is accessible for $25 bucks
(add in broadband access)
a month.. the price of
six star Bucks
or so
power
drinks to
go along with
that.. FREEDOM OF
EXPRESSION.. THE GIFT
THAT KEEPS GIVING AND
YES TAKING FOR FREE OR NOT..
but it is the way out of BONDAGE
for closed minded ways of thinking
for young folks trapped in minds
of school.. government.. and
yes church too.. where
someone says
they have
the final
word
of a know it all
BUT OH MY GOD THERE
IS AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF
NEW STUFF to access and
learn ON THE NEW
HIVE OF GLOBAL
MIND ONLINE..
DARK
AND LIGHT…
humans no.. are not evolved
to connect to more than 150 to
200 sets of flesh and blood eyes
but online is new territory where
someone like me has connected
to literally thousands of folks
even when totally
and so-called
permanently
disabled
as a shut-in
in my home
wearing white
all day and night..
Hanes style.. smiles..
100% cotton is a must
for my tactile sensitivity
issues per jacked up
nervous system..
and other stuff..
Anyway.. hairless
apes stronger together
and with a little flesh and blood
distance.. the fear of offending someone
goes away not only to hurt someone else’s
feelings but the tough love of telling one’s truth
and airing it out.. and letting the conversation start…
and what one sees are the outliers of us being trashed
and defended too.. and human love when free seems to
me to more likely win the day.. as i observe the conversations
from a far and inside and outside was well.. when we get in
bed with everyone.. we find that we at core are different
but human too.. most of us anyway.. growing
pains of a human that has gone insane
strife yes.. smoke and other
fumes.. but Truth
and LiGht
shines
online
too..
A new democracy
of free online
as long
as
we
KEEP
IT FREE..
AND THE BEES
BUZZ ThEIR
SonG..
LIgHT
AND DaRK
iN HoneY BREW..:)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/01/winter-green-smell-grass-free-verse.html

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Hi gigoid.. long day
of dance shopping..
and glad you liked
the metaphors shirt
as i continue to
metaphor
my way
in fliGht
on Land
and
pen..:)

Ah.. yes.. the perfection of balance
that changes but is totally
satisfying with no
desires unmet..
where perfection
is still metaphor
but bliss comes as
a nirvana of euphoria
where in this state of
total fulfillment there is
nothing to seek higher..
although perfection in this
way changes too.. as the
next stage of Nirvana may
take one higher than last..
if one remembers it correctly
of course.. i could not imagine
a better life than the one i have
now.. mainly ’cause i am totally
satisfied with the
one i have for
me..
but nah..
i am not satisfied
for the fact that there
is so much pain.. suffering
and literal misery on earth..
and yes.. that is where the
constant imperfection
comes in.. as
the only perfection
as a practice of being
can be found and
practiced
within..
the lesson
for a lifetime
and still an increaSinG
lesson as life goes on
in excellence
as life
can
and will
be when relative
human free will
is honed
in within
as potential
of being human..
in a perfection of
practice as journey
and truly never goal..
with paths that continue
into iNfiniTy and beyond
of
course..
as the metaFORcE
moves on through US..:)

715

Shirt of the day says..
“I TRIED TO BE NORMAL
BUT I WAS TOO AWESOME”..
YES.. FULL FAILURE AT BEING
NORMAL.. TG..wink emoticon

And yes.. there is a story behind
this photo of the young skater man
who jumped up on the fountain to get
a selfie with the 55 year-old dancing man..
yes.. i showed he and his friends.. how to
skate backwards on concrete with Nike Shoes..
not something that everyone gets to see close to
‘Footloose’ town where i live.. outlawed in mall halls..
but yes.. if these guys can skate with boards forward
on Outside Mall Sidewalks.. i can do it in reverse in
my Nike sleds.. with soles of dance..
Thirteen Miles of dance today..
and Eight and a half yesterday makes
at least a Half-Marathon of Dance today..
and the miles pile on.. as i approach 5000
miles of dance in around 30 months.. as it
seems that Milestone will probably arrive in
February around the Super Bowl.. as my 3000
miles mark came last SuperBowl.. yes.. averaging
about 1000 miles of dance walking every 6 months..
at around 166.66 miles a month.. as sixes continue
to follow me everywhere i go.. wInks.. from birth on 6660..;)

Facebook Friend Rafiah.. from Pakistan.. says..

With someone as lively
and excited as you.
#bodylanguagesaysitall

i say..

Yes.. true.. Friend Rafiah..
Some body language says Sitter and
other body language says Rover.. And in
words of science.. Around 20% of all animals
born are sitters and 80% are Rovers.. Sadly
human cultures demand sitting.. So.. truly
cultures are about 80% insane.. according
to the God of Mother Nature who manifests
mostly as Rover for survival.. Of course..
And the greatest cause of human suffering
in so-called developed countries is sitting
almost all the time.. That represses human Movement..
Connecting.. And Creating.. Thereby repressing human Emotions..
Senses.. As well as Sensuality.. Truly for most people this way
of life is insane.. But they do what they are told like
sheep for slow tortuous slaughter.. The torture is slow
and gradual so folks swallow the biggest falsehood
of all of human being to sit still…

When i was born i hated the prison of crib..
My mother said i did not sleep and made a blister on
my toe by crawling ’round and ’round in a small circle in the crib..
The Doctor said don’t worry he is hyperactive and will grow out of it..
And when i did not speak until age four the doctor said..
Don’t worry.. He doesn’t talk ’cause you give him
everything he needs before he needs to ask for it..

The doctor was only correct on one
of those prognoses..wink emoticon

And it took me over 40 years to
really come out of the cocoon
to fully express myself..

Now i am a Super
Rover and Talker…

Before work of sitting still
almost literally killed me.. i overheard
one of the older employees i supervised say
he will never amount to anything ’cause he is too
excitable.. He was correct as long as i was
imprisoned behind a crib of
desk in a four wall office..

Eventually.. After 5 years.. When i
recovered.. i proved him wrong by showing
to him that i was by far the strongest man of
any age at the military gym where he still worked..
Shortly after that he died from diabetes associated illnesses..
After he left the military he refused to exercise.. For 20 years..
and paid the early price for that.. at least in part my friend…

Super Rover.. is a greaTest gift from God.. to me at least.. My friend..:)

Rafiah provides a link from the website.. ‘Humans of Pakistan’
that describes the conversion of a woman to Islam
as it is presented to her as a religion
of Hope and Love instead of Fear..

i say..

Love is the True Angel side of all religions
that is real and full of Hope..
Fear is the False Devil side of all religions
that is real and full of Hate..
Humans choose the God of Fear or Hope..
Sadly on the TV one most often
hears about the God of Fear..
when it comes to the Jewish..
Christian.. or Muslim God.. illustrated
as Tribal and Angry at the rest of the Universe…
That God of Fear does not exist in the words
of my old tennis buddy from high school..
Monsignor Mike.. The Priest from the Catholic
Church.. i never miss a Sunday at.. It is the only
church in my area now where this God of Hope exists..
Everywhere else.. i dust my feet off and rarely return..
wInks.. i illustrated that God of Hope to Mike when i was
his friend in high school.. i did not attend church then..
But perhaps he did not forget my lesson that came all natural
to me from birth.. sMiLes of HOPE and LOVE
of Tennis Balls at the Court of HOPE..:)

And yes.. TheRe is a song for that named ‘Tennis Court’
by my friend named “Lorde”.. And although i’ve never
spoken to her.. It matters not as her God is
the God of Hope.. Obviously as well..
My friend Rafiah..smile emoticon

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SMiLes.. n0w
i neither fear
football..
politics..
or
religion..
as they
are all tribal
sports.. the clothing
worn is all that changes..
Meanwhile.. God is the
Spectators N0W..
the Field/Church/
Capitals
and
the observer
affect/effect of
players
ALL
iN
ONe
PLAY
of Sport
in short..
ThErE iS NO
ESCAPE.. SMILES
AGAIN.. i make the
best of ALLTHATIS
WITHOUT
FEAR..
WTF
FTW..
’cause none
of this exists
as me when
i WiN
aGAin
and
just
say
WT
FRED..
And God
smiles
laughs
wInks
just
iN
case
iN
p
o
iN
t..:)

SMiLES.. my friend.. gigoid.. actuAlly my words
are inspired by your words here
per the non-sense of religion
away from Nature..
All humans are
born to the God
of Nature until
concepts of human
lies for subjugation.. control
through illusory fears and false
promises replace the God
of Nature as Idols..
yes.. words are
no less tools
as idols
than
guns
and
roses..
and pArt of
Nature too AS
God of Nature too..
as extension of Us..
but of course they are
not ALLTHATIS AS GOD
BOTH KNOWN AND UNKNOWN..
and is it any surprise to know and feel
that God lives within.. i mean duh.. yeah..
Nature is pArt of us too.. but that is where
the main resource in lies of psychopathic
heARtless leaning folks starts from
the get go of the agricultural
age.. leisure means
sitting still and
thinking
about the
past and the
future more than
the present forAge
for survival.. in moving
connecting.. and creating
to make the ends meat
meet in stomaches
together alive now
then.. and when
the grain
gets
stored.. the lies
of separate from
the God of Nature
becomes easier to believe
as we grow farther from other
animals.. that breathe and bleed
no different than us and yes..
FEEL AS WELL..
FOR THE DRIVE
TO LIVE..
and oh goodness
after that.. written words..
collective intelligence and
more idols of words.. tools..
like clothes that become more
important than human skin.. and
then.. we become text on a screen
while flesh sits a slow rot.. and the
rest is yes.. recorded history
and God in us dies a
slow cold
death
in what
it even means
to move.. connect
and create as the God
of Nature manifest as us
will feel.. and sense the world
around us.. and not just in idols
of cold
hard
shells
of text..
hmm.. it doesn’t take
a rocket scientist or
a priest to see and
feel God..
just a sentient
being moreover
with emotions
and senses
more
than
words..
but of course..
the only way back
for some will be words
first.. one at a time.. as
the liGht and Life within
comes back
alive
again..
as a real
resurrection of
being born again
with eyes and
ears
and
skin
of feet
that connect
once more with
the Sand of GOD..
wheRe there are no
sands of time.. just
the now
of
LIFE..
not surprising really
that human sees God
as human.. it’s the only
way we see.. the only
problem is when we
cannot see more
than what
we are
as pArt
of all
the ART
of Nature
as GOD..
and are
at least humble
enough to understand
that there is no such thing
as an only son of God.. or
a last prophet.. or the one
to come who will
do it all
alone
in
human
skin.. the blanket
of Nature aka God
covers all seen.. heard..
felt and all the rest.. it’s
the common sense
we are born
with
to understand
this with no lies..
but of course then
comes human words
and lies recorded to
take
us away
from the
Face of God
that is Nature
usallthatisasrestofALLASGOD..
But sure.. once again.. there is
the human tribal instinct that
naturally defends territory..
subsistence resources..
and reproductive controls..
so yes.. there will always
be human strife
of politics.. religion
and football.. as long
as there is US.. but
soccer is still
a better
sport in
my opinion
as well as now
as God iS as a Free
Beach too..
with US..
my friend..
the Gospel of Thomas
expresses a Pantheist
God but also still
a tribal
one
with
sword
and hate
of family ideals
from before.. it too.. iS
PaRtly old and antiquated
my friend.. and those of
us who are not afraid of
Truth and LiGht can
see through
the lies
in a heArtbeat
sAMe as US as GOD..
with yes.. sMiLes..
laughs
and
WInks..
as what beauty
can be dreams
of God as manifest
as Nature
iN
Human
Nature..
a gift of Art and Love
or yes.. a Nightmare
as weapons of strife
and hate..
i’ll
take the
Love and Art
and run with that
from NOWON..
with the clear
understanding
that strife and
hate will always
be here.. as long
as we are only
flesh and blood
humans..
and that
is what
we kNow
AND FEEL
at least
for now
my friend
with Hope and
Love for chanGinG
what we can can to LiGht
and
Truth..
as Wisdom..
a Found
a
TioN
of what
we Just do and LOVE..
in Victory as ‘Nike’ shows..
barefeET too.. wITh stronger feat..:)

Oh and by the way..
my favorite from the
Gospel of Thomas
is
Verse 37..

http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/thomas.htm

37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
and when shall we behold you?”
He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
take your garments and put them under your feet like little
children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
Living, and you will not be afraid.”

Man that is so profound
and easy for
Yellow
Boy
and me
to see and
feel.. as we
fly free in yellow fur and if
Yellow Boy doesn’t
feel and know
it.. it
don’t
belong
to God..
as Free as Nature
unclothed
my
friend..
in US..
as all of
culture
from words recorded
then and now as real
and fabricated as spun
lies..
of
cultural
clothes..
that i for
one tread on
always now
to simply be FREE
as the living ONE WITHIN
OUTSIDE.. BELOW.. SO
ABOVE.. ALL AROUND
NOW JUST NOW NOW
A L L T H A T I S N O W..:)

SMiLes to you.. as well my friend..
TheRe iS a SonG by Katy Perry that
becomes more of my story as life goes on..
‘ET’.. But most ironically.. i am from here..;)

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Well.. it’s almost time for
dVerse Haibun Monday..
that is now expanded to
twice a month.. and today’s
prompt has a specific photo
of a beautiful pink Japanese
Flower that blooms in the
Snow of Winter..
But reAlly
my Pink Butterfly
Bush is more impressive
now for today as it blooms
A Summer Flower in the first
January of North Florida in
Memory that didn’t receive
a killing Frost until last
night.. so of course
i captured both
the wonder frost
for the first
time and
what likely
will be the
last day in
life of the Butterfly
Bush.. in the next day
or so.. as below freezing
temperatures are forecast
again tonight.. and also
i captured the last
bright green
patch
of Centipede
grass.. as some of
it is now accelerating
to the normal hue of
brown for this time
of year
in North
Florida Winters
that can get as low
as single digits with
several inches of
rare snow every
once in a while
of a decade
fluke of flakes..
So sure.. i will illustrate this
now.. both in flowers.. and grass
as well as frost.. and not now
actually post the referenced
Flower as you get the idea
huh.. WiNks and while this
free flowing narrative iS
in prose.. and
FREE poetry
also known
as Free Verse
Poetry all Free
like God and me..
it will be more than
the referenced limit
of 200 words in that
prompt.. as God and
me are a river with
no shores
to bound
us or tie
us up
or chain
us in books
as it were and
as it is sadly in
all corners of the
world still.. so here
is the Haiku part of
this Fredbun that is..
no not a professional
Haibun but never the
less it is what is free at
this point of God and Me..

God Flows letting
go.. Free me..
passing Frozen..:)

Okay.. this will be the
comments section
for now.. for
this week
long prompt
with other
comments
sections
dedicated to
it depending on
where i cut and
paste the poetry
here to a published
whatever that it then
is comes to be for now..
Sorry if i sound a little now
like Yoda.. when i speak butt
sure there is a reason for that
as well.. it is what it is and so
we are.. so more side note here as it
comes and free flows go.. as thoughts now
today.. while feat of feet of me come one
with 45F temperatures outside wheRe Sun
and White Sands warm me from head to
toe as the all tan of me continues through
the now cold of Winter.. and truly a flower
that weathers challenge is always more
beautiful weather drought.. cold..
or other extremes of
Winter and Summer
and all seasons
in between..
same is true
of all the animals
including we humans too..
As Tennessee the inside outside
cat.. sixteen years old.. from down
the road.. basks in the Sun and still
roams the neighborhood.. Yellow
Boy a cultured and reformed feral
cat now house cat.. with still
wild streaks that call of
the wild.. demands
his Sunshine
on the
Patio
with meows
of OH GOD PLEASE..
AS SOON as Winter Clouds
go away.. and his yellow fur
becomes one in color with
A Sun
of GOD..
but Moby the big
grey whale of cat is not
nearly as fortunate in his
lot of life.. when i first me Moby
he was peering at me through
a neighbor’s window in Winter
Time.. i thought to my self
oh what a pretty fluffy
loving grey cat.. would
love to have one
as then
i am too
allergic to
have one inside..
And i also see him
walking outside with
a Red Winter Sweater
owned.. animals with
clothes are cute.. huh..
but it was a harbinger
of what was to come
for his life later..
where all
comfort
is brought
to him.. and all
he gives in return
is Loving Purrs for
survival.. but no one
told him or allowed him
to hear the Call of God
aka the CALL OF THE WILD..
SO NOW HIS DOMESTICATED
STATE OF JUST FOOD AND LOVE
HAS LED TO a diabetic cat.. early onset
osteo-arthritis.. and the same stuff one sees
with obese Walmart Shoppers in their
new feet of carts.. instead
of soles
that still
feel the
sand of
earth as
ONE FORCE OF
GOD.. and to be clear
some of this can be genetic..
but nah.. anyone who lives
just three or four decades ago..
without all the inside entertainment
of today can tale ya.. it is the hell
of modern culture that says
sit on your butt
and keep the
sugars and
starches
coming..
not the
foraging way
of life that is the
hunting way of wild
cats too.. like we humans
when we too hear the Call
of God all wild and FREE
for basic survival
not unlike
any other
animal of free..
So.. Moby pays the
price of a human bred culture..
he can barely make it to the Litter
Box and no longer has the strength
to squat.. only 10 years old.. and
at 20 years old our inside outside
cat Arthur.. was still roaming
the streets and woods
for the hunt of life..
win i started my blogging
adventure.. my first blog post
was a lesson of three cats.. the
balanced noble outside inside one..
the totally domesticated
one.. and the feral
one stuck
now in
the purgatory
of human hell..
but fortunately for
him.. he still hears
the call of the Wild inside
and when A Sun of GOD now
comes he still demands his
place with that Sun Free Basking
in the Internal warmth that Sun
provides in the eternal existence
of now.. as he cares not for
the past or future..
he lives one with
A Sun of GOD..
and yes.. i do too..
’cause sure.. i could
have had Moby’s fate as well
for the ignorant among us and the
ignorant that has been me too.. not to
realize THIS IS REALITY.. WE ARE HUMAN
ANIMALS.. AND THE GOD OF MOTHER NATURE
TRUTH AND LIGHT APPLIES TO ALL OF US EQUALLY
whether we wanna follow the lies of Culture.. or
Politics of Religion that will tale you.. you must be
less than human
to become
God as sAMe
As a child of
Mother Nature
TRUTH AND LIGHT..
ALL THE ANSWERS ARE ON THE
BEACH.. IN THE DESERT.. UNDER
A TREE.. OR IN A CAVE.. BUT THE
REALITY TOO.. IS.. IF ONE IS GOING
TO ESCAPE THE CAVE ONE MUST
NEVER LOSE
SIGHT
OF
THE
CALL OF THE
WILD WHERE GOD
CALLS US FREE TO BE
WITH GOD
AS
SamE..
sadly.. both Moby
and now.. other human
animals lose sight
of that reality
long
long
ago..
perhaps a
glimpse in childhood
before Culture and
the politics of
religion
took
most
or ALL
OF IT
AWAY..
Nah… fat cats
aren’t just corporate
leaders.. they are
human too..
and they
need help
to the moving
connecting and
creating way of GOD..
perhaps it is hard for some
to hear or see.. but the TRUTH
AND LIGHT
IS GOD IS
REAL
NOW
AND
SO
ARE
WE.. NOW
JUST NOW..:)

Now.. off to dVerse to see
what poeTry.. snowy flowers
inspire iN others.. NOW..:)

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Oh.. the worry of Nature
knows no animal eyes
except for human
who will
try its
best to escape
the challenge
and adapt of
Nature..
oh human
lies
they
sit
so well
and pretty..
until they
lie so
still…

Human
FLowers
LIve..:)

*
A time for
hope a
time for
fear…

A now
for
LiFE..:)

*
FLower of Life
you skate on ice
you feel the cold
you fall..
you
break the
ice.. but
still you
wake
alive
to
skate
with grace..

PInk FLowers
all alone steer
queer Flow ALLONE..:)

Culture alive..
Culture shaRed..
culture fLowers
cold or hot…

PInk
ways
ALLONE..:)

SMiLes.. sadly too many folks
these nows.. THiNK that
heArt iS iN head..

when iT stiLL
moves.. connects..
creates now.. more..
than sitting sTiLLaLiVe..:)

SMiLEs.. so glad
you didn’t wait
on the rules as
this is one of
my favorites
Glenn.. and who
is who to suggest
who can comment..
that part was funny..
Anyway.. fame is a killer
of human freedoms.. always
has been.. always will.. i will
never be famous.. i took care
of that from the get go.. with
my all male renaissance age nude
art.. the homophobes will always
be too terrified of that to let me
in a place
i never wanna
go.. but never the
less just a year into
my dance.. named as
legend by the audience..
and not the critics.. just
for the
non-verbal
pArt of me..
that i carry naked
all places i go.. no
one.. NO ONE OWNS
either the poeTry of me
or the dance of me.. or any
pArt of me
but God..
of course
one must
reTire first
to achieve that
as employer is now
just another name
for slave owner as
has been the case
from the first foray
from
A forAge
of Life..
It’s times like
these that
are the
nows
of free
i relish
the most..
not to be paRt
of any ART that
is not TOTALLY
FREE LIKE
ME AND
GOD..
sMiLes of
Art my friend
and i appreciate
alWays the rebel
with
a
’cause..
and yeah.. the
pInk snowy flower
is a cool prompt too..
if you decide to do that too..

i’ll be back.. as
Arnold
says.. again..;)

Living Flowers
GloWsNow
PInk…

Other Flowers..
froZen
cOld..:)

SMiLes My
friend..
greaTest Love..

God’s
gift
NOW..:)

Well that is
seven.. including
Glenn’s Poem that
thank Goodness
is still
existing
on the lInk
pAge at least
long enough for
me to get tHere..
back to Sand and
Sun and tan of me..
aLive.. as there
are sTill
Mores of
that aLive
for NOW..
and back
later for more
as alWays of course..;)

Several detours here and there
and now back at 11:55 pm
1112016
to catch
up to the
rest..:)

Birds rest on
home of storm..
Birds fly in
storm of home..
Birds pray on
WinGs of fliGht..

Words say
less
than WinGs..:)

SMiLes.. while some philosophies
suggest that human ego
is not pArt of Zen
Art.. i beg to
differ
as
Zen can be
fluid ego
as Art
of
Zen
actor of
us as well..
anyway.. relative
free will spells all
free
as…

i.. as I of
actor plays
as.. director of I..:)

Flower colors
flower food..
WinTer BrinGs
tastes SonGs

Red bud
June.. pInk oF
WinTer sNow..:)

Bird of Life
CoLors Bird..
floWers LiFe…

sNowy pInk
oasiS..
no mirAge..:)

SMiLes.. squirrels of
grey gathering life
come snow or
color…

Life iS
whAT
cOUnts..:)

Love.. a flower that
grows.. flower..
a Love that
glows..

Red.. a color
both
ways.. goes..:)

SMiLes.. reminds me of A
non-fictional story of
after my Grandmother’s
funeral on a grey and
rainy day…
A purple
flower
rises
beyond a pebble..

My Uncle
says
mom still cares..:)

LiGht
of sun
IsRaEL
iS God’s
BriGht LiGht…

SonG of
pInk..
Love.. kiNd..:)

*
True.. Major Tom
goes.. but Major
Tom continues to
come again and again..

Eternal
singularity SonG..
YouTube’s forever..:)

Smiles.. first..
just to let you
know.. Candy..
your link did not
directly link here.. but
hopefully most folks will
look further and still find
it here.. with no problem
at all.. like me.. smiles..

And back to your
poem.. smiles.. reminds
me of my Grandmother’s
crab apple tree on the
river i am raised at…

Picking best
switches..
butt red..;)

Best pARt
smARt phOnes
capturing
now..

tiny floWers
‘come Hope..
smARt..:)

SMiLes.. a little sour pudding
floWer.. goes aLonG
way to
diStill
Instant
Gratification..

Bitter Flowers
taste live
Alive again..:)

Well.. okay.. again..
all dVerse has to
offer today.. in
19 official Haibun
way.. all caught
up.. now.. i thINk
i’ll soon publish
this.. and continue
the rest of the weekly
Fredbun’s in a comment(s)
section(s) of the next blog
post(s)..
as this baby
is gettin’
a miGht heavy
in weiGht of words..;)

1:08 am
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Victoria’s comment in response
to my ‘triNiTy of Love’ post..
on Google Plus..

One of my favorite things about blogging
is that we are able to create friendships that
transcend religious and cultural differences.
Maybe our world leaders need to blog!

i say..

SMiLes.. my friend Victoria.. additionAlly..
if World Leaders could greater connect language
to heArt.. and actuAlly feel the hurt of others..
the world could be a more Loving place
to floWer Hope and Love.. instead of
Fear and Hate.. perhaps they
should dance togetHer too..
i’m not asking for naked yet..
but perhaps that will come too..
as sometimes one must ask the
higher sailing price.. to navigate
oceans horizons.. my friend..:)

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Side trip to Shawna’s new
and alWays temporary place..

Yes.. Gemini.. hear..
and tide
is coming
too..
but is iT
rolling..
later
now
will
tale..;)

And i have to say
that this SonG
come what may..
is the SonG of my
life i wanted to SinG
in beauty of voice at
age whatever it was when
i watched this movie.. and
now i return.. and find i did it
and dam.. i even SinG better but
the voice is not mine.. alone.. ALL
ONE and it only comes with choirs
of ArchAngels
at church.. not
unlike the choirs
i heard as a child coming from
somewhere before confessionals..
as then.. but anyway.. the lesson
i learned is the only one i could
ever Love.. come what may..
and who will eventuAlly
return that Love as
me iS
God end
and beginning
of never ending
story my friend..
the giving never
ends
and never
takes any effort as mE..
with GOD now.. sMiLEs
of Love.. that jUSt gives..
no illusion.. iT iS ALL REAL NOW..
and yes the gAMe continues soon..;)

What’s up with
the muse
my friend..
trust
is
not the
only four
letter word..
theRe is
also
the
Tide..
ok.. see
ya.. going to
the gym.. the
gAMe will be on
tHere.. and i will
keep a hEar out
for
the
Big REd..;)

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Okay.. flash back to hmm.. 1981..
i am sitting across an Italian dimly candle-lit
restaurant.. yes.. it’s the prom.. and i’ll just
call her M.. here.. as you never know who is
listening on Facebook.. smiles..

She is somewhere around 16..
half Italian.. and she asks 20 year-old me..
soon to be 21.. to the Prom.. little did i know or feel.. then..
it was to make another dude jealous.. but that was okay.. as really
after being depressed.. over another girl breaking up with me.. my
first Love S.. half-cuban.. and all.. me at age 19.. i was just
happy to get out of that funk.. no matter what..

And i met another friend.. named R.. half Guamanian..
somewhere around that time frame.. also around age 16
who became one of my only real friends during that time
frame too.. as i remember her also at the base pool..
in the Summer of 1980… yes.. the base pool..
a great place to meet girls.. then.. at least..

Yeah.. it’s easy to get isolated in a bigger
University.. especially if your social skills
ain’t all that great.. like mine were not..
as a really geeky nerdy dude.. not unlike
that Sheldon dude off of the Big Bang TV show..
and yeah.. i had big gold wire frame glasses like
Napoleon Dynamite too.. just in a little better shape
from lots of running.. including 10K races.. and desperate
weight lifting since 12 to be bigger than a string bean.. in
way of arms.. and bird legs too…

Anyway.. all these 16 year old girls..
hmm.. remembering that song.. “She’s Just 16 Years Old”..
now.. the song my friend Benny kidded me about.. when i was
‘seeing’ them.. but really yes.. even though i was four years
older or so.. they were years ahead of me in both emotional and
‘sensual’ intelligences.. oh the life of a Nerd.. and or Geek can
be so traumatic at ages before.. hmm.. 40 or so.. or at least 28..
when i met the real Love of my life.. yes.. THE K.. at age 18..

OKAY.. BACK to the dimly candle-lit restaurant.. as you might
imagine i was looking at M intently.. FOCUSED.. as.. yes i
really like dark hair dark brown eye girls.. VERY VERY
MUCH.. and she says to me.. with a tear in her eye..
oh God your eyes are scaring me.. i had no
idea really what she and others were talking
about when they said i had piercing eyes.. until
i got a selfie camera.. and saw the focused look for myself..

OK.. end and beginning
of the story for now again..

AND THEN.. after i figure out she was using me.. no big deal really..
and later come to find out she thought i was kinda weird for not making
‘those moves on her’.. later at the beach after the prom.. i was doing
Summer University School.. and yeah.. that reminds me of another girl..
age 18.. can’t remember her name.. OH GOD.. she worked at Burger King..
yes.. her name starts with N.. like Name.. anyway..

i remember her telling me about loving the song
“I’m Alive” by ELO.. and oh GOD she was really ‘stacked’
as ‘they’ said then.. and one night when we talked
to early morning on a Summer humid Night with
the birds chirping early she went on to say..
she almost committed suicide one time..
that i could not ever imagine doing then..

And boy did she have kaleidoscope eyes..
like “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”.. and when
i was driving back.. i heard that song by Olivia Newton John..
named “Magic”.. also in the Summer of the 16 year-old girls in 1980..
and man that song really sounded like magic.. ’cause there was just
a tinge of Love in the air again..

But nah.. not like the first 16 year-old one..
i didn’t understand then.. that it really never feels
like the first time.. as far as emotions.. go.. as that
sex thingy.. was a real let down.. not the best part by far..
okay.. and there is a bunch of girls i just mentioned..
and i ain’t saying which letters i did anything with..
to protect the anonymous.. hehe..

Anyway.. back to 1981.. it’s getting
near the regular school year again.. and
man i’m really getting depressed ’cause i
just can’t seem to really connect emotionally
to any girls at the University.. but yeah.. i’ve got
some friends named Linda and Donna.. that interestingly
like me for my personality.. i couldn’t figure out why..
it sure wasn’t my wire frame thick glasses and that’s for sure..
i guess.. but still really just casual acquaintances kinda like
my dancing friends now.. just friends.. just friends.. is all..
and that is why i have no problem naming them.. at all…

But yeah.. i start getting depressed again.. and it doesn’t
help that i am a Psychology major and it’s all about depressing stuff..
so one September morning in school.. as it starts.. something sparks
in my brain.. i feel really social.. and i feel drawn drawn to
the beach.. it’s like there’s some kinda spirit inside of
me calling me there.. but no
i’ve never actually heard voices..

Ugh.. that would be really scary..
but still.. come to the beach is the feeling i got..
so i went.. and then.. i just started walking and walking..
and telling myself over and over there is nothing i really want in life..
i just wanna live and feel.. and be alive.. kinda like
what N was talking about the year before..

And then.. i imagined what it must have been like
for Moses.. Jesus.. and St Francis of Assisi..
finding their internal meanings inside for how
they feel about God.. in Nature.. at the Desert..
etc.. and i had already determined that God
was all natural and part of everything
as everything by that point.. thanks to
a great philosophy teacher named Mr. Hunt..

So.. i walked and walked until the dark of night..
and could not sleep for 3 full days.. little did i know..
i was experiencing my first real manic episode of my life..
they happened before at times like sparks.. but never for
days on end like this.. anyway to make a long story shorter
eventually my mother tested me to see if i had gone bonkers..
but my main issue was really Asperger’s Syndrome.. of which
there was no diagnosis then..

So the Doctors just threw their arms up.. and gave
up on me.. as i still made plenty of logical sense..
it’s just that i could put my finger in the flame of a
lighter right in front of me.. and i felt zero pain.. so yeah..
they said this dude is euphoric.. and we need to bring him down..
yeah.. they did for a little while with some drugs..

But i threw them away.. got balanced again with exercise..
and had a run of almost two decades without any real depression..
and often delightfully happy.. until i hit the office life and
dead-like soulless University environment again.. of solving problems..
instead of connecting to humans.. like i did at the
Military Bowling Center for almost
two decades of humanity…

Anyway.. i’m reAlly happy now..
and balanced.. but my brain works way
too fast for most folks.. and even i
have trouble keeping up with it at
times with verbal speech.. but hey..
i can type really really fast.. and sometimes
almost catch up to it.. and that really feels great..

Oh yeah.. and finally during that really manic three
month period during 1981.. M’s father who was from the
Catholic Church.. where i returned during my vision
quest/religious experience then.. didn’t like me and
told me i needed to get my S together.. and no.. not
the S who was my first girlfriend.. half cuban.. as such..

But M’s Mother told me.. ‘you know something don’t you’..
as she could sense i had gotten much closer in being ONE with GOD..
HOWEVER.. i HAD NO WAY TO PUT THAT IN WORDS THEN.. BUT YES.. i do now..
and that is wheRe the story continues.. far far.. far until who knows
or feels when.. with wInks of course.. of words and words more.. of
what’s between my two ears.. and the rest of me too..;)

Anyway.. the activity of writing about the memories
of one’s past where deep emotions of dArk and liGht
are experienced along with memories of songs.. still
easily accessible with great YouTube resources..
and even movies from the past associated with strong feelings..
is the Art of what is key in helping to bRinG my experiences of
emotions of the past.. then.. to live those emotions again..

iN the present.. where once again.. positive emotions inspire me..
no longer controlled by the fight or flight stress neuro-hormones of
fear and anxiety to move ahead.. that eventually wear a person down..
and can seriously lead to premature death.. or just living like a Zombie..
as it were for me.. for sure.. during that 66 months of the Deadzone then..

And yes.. therapists are even using songs of old for folks with Dementia..
as truly emotions strongly related to songs of the past are what glues
memories together.. and while most humans no longer sing and dance..
as moving.. connecting.. creating creatures..

The mirror neuron activity.. of listening and watching
what others do.. has a beneficial impact in expanding our
empathic natures as Social and even Altruistic animals..
namely H for Human.. when firing on all 8 cylinders
as it were.. and can be again.. or perhaps 12..
if one becomes a Ferrari human being..
super tuned.. as well as being
human now can bE..:)

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18 Responses to Tennis bAlls of Hope

  1. http://gigoid.me/2016/01/12/til-the-last-strawberry-jams/

    Learning to Love iT aLL
    and chances are
    one WiLL Love
    wITh
    JoY
    noW
    bEcoMinG
    LiGht of Joy..
    Finding Balance
    surfing Life.. most
    importantly sharinG iT
    WitH the rest of Nature..:)

    i can write an infinite number
    of odes to Joy.. as i’ve been
    to the other place
    of no hope..
    faith in
    anything
    or Belief iN
    anything at aLL
    the black hole
    Sun of
    human
    being
    NONE..
    BUT a dARK
    foRce back to
    liGht briGhter
    than ever before
    as a star shiNinG
    briGhTly iN human
    form as liGht flows now..:)

    (insert E,W,and Fire song here..;)

    A major roadblock to joy is
    syntax and semantics.. tribal
    language.. holds on form..
    instead of essence..
    prayer is real and
    works when shared
    and believed.. the Placebo
    effect in science proves this
    with no doubt.. but true science
    also shows only a third of folks
    get a benefit.. so no.. prayer
    doesn’t always
    work..
    as not all
    folks have the
    ability to alter the
    course of their lives
    with believing positive
    stuff.. however as always
    change is possible and that
    is where hope comes in and
    for those who have success
    with the placebo effect of
    prayer that is REALLY
    REAL AND no less
    magical with
    a science
    word
    for the
    same essence
    of TRUTH AND LIGHT
    OR NOT.. and yes.. the
    opposite evil of the
    ‘Nocebo effect’ is
    as real
    as bringing
    on negative impacts
    of life with downward thoughts
    as any voodoo that any so-called
    witch doctor can do.. and yes they
    harm.. vs.. white magic witch doctors
    help with the placebo effect.. just
    another way of cognitive
    behavioral therapy
    where the
    self of
    we
    learns to
    guide as relative
    free WiLL for positive
    change.. in life always
    now.. through just doing
    it with action.. reading
    a book is not
    enough..
    life takes
    JUST DOING IT
    TO GET IT DONE FOR
    JOY OR YES.. PAIN.. AS
    NOT WELL AS WELL.. now
    And that’s the simple pArt
    of Joy.. wHere iT really gets complicated
    iS the pArt wHere if ya really wanna stay happy
    ya never leave bootcamp.. as a military metaphor
    for folks like me.. who started off way too weak
    to serve the ’cause to protect Liberty
    and Justice for all in the freest
    ways possible.. yea sure
    when it works out
    that way
    on a
    National
    Level.. but anyway..
    Nature and Human Joy
    Spells constant and unrelenting
    work as a practice of becoming
    fearless and loving too.. like
    Cinderella or fella in
    Kind and Courage..
    the now modern
    version applies
    as well too..
    there are no
    shortcuts
    to lasting
    Balance.. Peace..
    and Joy in Life..
    it takes a Soldier
    of Love to be Hero iN
    God’s world that’s Nature
    ONE.. iS just not a place
    for folks who do not
    want to fight
    for survival
    and joy
    in the
    most peaceful
    ways possible.. which
    for me.. is basically the
    way of a Yogi.. however
    there are no Loving Yogi’s
    who will not insist on coming
    down from the mountain of human
    balance in bliss of heaven’s nirvana
    now.. not to bRinG other humans UP..
    UNless a Yogi.. goes the black hole
    sun way.. now.. and refuses
    to shine the lamp
    for others
    to find
    a
    way too..
    anyway.. i have
    many privileges in life..
    and curses as well.. i know
    little.. FEELING what works for me..
    but i share.. ’cause yeah.. NOW..
    i can irrefutably
    prove
    how
    well what
    works for me
    does.. it ain’t
    sidewalk
    talk..
    it’s
    free my friend..
    gigoid.. on earth
    for now at least..
    i Live as Leaves of
    Grass.. GRains of Sand
    and Oceans that flow
    across shores with
    no boundaries..
    and there is no
    wheRe i WiLL go welcome
    or not.. that i will not now learn
    something to share in the joy of
    liFe.. both liGht and
    dArk as it is
    ALL REAL..
    and
    sAMe as
    GODALLTHATIS
    EVERCHANGING
    EVERREADY
    EVER
    NOW..:)

  2. Back to dVerse
    Haibun Monday..
    with more Fredbun’s
    to come in unofficial
    poetic response
    in micro
    and macro
    all free
    verse
    poeTry
    way..;)

    SMiLes.. Flower
    and Hawk n0w
    liVe SpiRaLinG
    dReams ’round
    Sun or Bees
    SunG aS
    SonG of
    Free..

    FloWers spiRaL
    Golden eYes
    aLL..:)

    Now then electric
    floweRinG fish so
    deep as ocean
    black miles so low..
    Grows strangest
    liGhts of life
    of all..
    and to
    thINk humans
    are more special
    than the rest
    as far
    as
    aided
    science can
    see.. the humbling
    pArt is liFe as aLL
    that iS
    now…

    What else
    need be but
    colors of now..:)

    SMilEs.. perhaps the saddest
    of aLL iS SonG oF..
    hUman.. never
    finding ways
    to sing.. thanks
    to the drones.. the
    robots.. who bRing
    avenues online
    to
    sing
    that SonG…

    WheRe tool
    and human
    sings LovesHeArt..:)

    Force Cold
    and Hot of
    Nature’s
    CLawS..
    liFe
    cLings on…

    Star dust
    breathes..
    again…:)

    Best thing i love
    about poeTry
    iN pictures
    iS human
    bEinGs shaRinG
    more than teXt
    onLiNe.. iNow..

    Rare iS A
    face Real
    iN Poetry..

    Photos tale
    more..
    hUman pictURe..:)

    Well.. all caught
    up for now.. time
    for sand dance
    iN brilliant
    cool Sun
    of Winter
    day.. as tan
    days sTill for me..
    in athletic wear
    of God
    allthatis
    born as me
    aS iS4N0W..:)

    1122016
    12:27 pm…

    Back at 12:10 pm
    1132016
    with four
    more Haibun
    links from
    dVerse to
    respond to
    before
    mid-day
    Sand and Sun
    dance starts..:)

    COldest sTar dUSt
    niGhts.. sTiLL smeLL
    sCent oF liGht..
    seedS Of dusT
    stiLL
    uS…

    WiNter cOld
    StaR duSt briGht
    LiFe sTill coMes..:)

    SMiLes.. why do humans
    get cOld in Winter..
    they wear clothes
    and hibernate
    in homes..
    behind
    screens
    that become
    life.. now…

    i wear
    shorts
    outLiFElive..:)

    Seed of
    WiNter
    never worries..

    TAllest Free
    once
    a
    seed..

    i lost
    my
    Haibun..
    my Haiku..
    not to worry..;)

    Hmm.. quick side
    note for the potential
    casual reader.. i don’t
    do poetry forms
    stRict
    i
    am worry
    free..
    and
    essence
    R E A L..
    and poeTry
    AM i now..
    side note
    ends..;)

    Ah.. the mind..
    Oh.. the body..
    Wow.. the balance..

    Mountain
    low
    Valley hiGh..:)

    11:31 am
    1142016
    a couplet more..:)

    Green of Centipede reigns until
    January Second Week
    Winter’s breath
    too.. here…

    Frost Kiss
    violet
    Bloom Azalea..:)

    Train song..
    evidence
    nows
    gONe by..
    SonG
    proof
    Train now..

    Hear Now
    Train
    Track SinGs..:)

    11:38 am…

  3. And now to dVerse Tuesday’s
    prompt on taking on the
    persona of another
    human being..
    fable.. or
    myth.. in ways
    of poeTry to expand
    one’s cognitive empathy
    pass what they normally
    do to move.. connect
    and create in life..
    and yeah..
    ahem..
    i do that
    all the time..
    whether folks
    notice or not..
    never judge the
    essence of a book
    or me by the cover you
    see.. as i could make myself
    anything from Devil to Angel
    on cAll of Director i as Actor I
    of play of life WitH ALLTHATIS
    AKA God..
    and often
    iN my online
    travels during the
    5 years.. i have been
    named many other
    personas when i’m
    just being me..
    ranging from
    Buddha to
    a great Lawyer
    and almost every
    character in between..
    as i reflect the world
    i live in from
    A to Z
    and more..
    as Ynot fly
    a Zen Art of Ego
    that works the best
    in the Environment of
    Empathy in connection
    with others free.. the
    chameleon arrives
    in style
    wherever
    he(r) goes for
    the color that
    suits the now
    of others
    too..
    Peace is
    in cooperation
    and balance and
    harmonious relationships..
    some folks use this human
    power for strife.. and while sometimes
    that comes intended or not from me..
    it is the Love of Harmony that
    sets me
    free the
    most
    now!..
    Remembering one of my
    most outrageous ones
    if i can pull up the
    creativity to
    do it.. NOW..

    i am the Harlot
    of aLL Lands of earth
    butt i come for your women
    and not your men.. i am A
    secret pleasURre.. tHeir deSire..
    A Harlot that loves women.. like
    women who love women..
    with grace
    and flair..
    butt hips that
    work circles ’round
    mounds.. wITh
    oral sation
    groWinG Love
    Gardens soft
    hard
    sparkLinG..
    tinGly
    deLiGhts
    rains PleaSure
    reigns Love
    reins aLL
    iN LAir
    of
    i..:)

    Okay.. that’s my contribution..
    if anyone goes down on
    what i do
    this far
    iN
    words..

    And that’s kinda
    like a Fredbun too..
    in last stanza now..
    And i did my best
    to keep iT appropriate
    for PG 13 rated view..;)

    Smiles.. the only way.. i feel now..
    to fully understand psychopathy
    is altogether to lose heArt
    and i can say i’ve
    been tHere
    and it’s
    beyond
    scary
    to say
    the least
    that there ARE
    STONE cold humans
    walking the earth
    with no cares
    of humanity
    come now
    dead or
    alive
    as
    well..
    And truly if they
    always exist like
    that tHeir term
    here is hell
    as there
    is nothing
    worse
    than a
    human
    with no soul..
    but sure i have
    empathy for even
    that human-less condition
    as that kind of empathy cannot
    possibly come as it is no empathy
    at all
    when
    not felt
    as such..
    And to be clear..
    i don’t really know
    for sure if that is what
    you are describing here..
    but it comes close enough
    to my memory of what that
    dead place
    in life
    was like..:)

    *
    My wife is the female
    version of Dorian
    Grey.. perhaps
    better termed
    as the ‘Age
    of aDaline’
    sTill sAMe
    age.. as her
    at 45.. but
    even younger
    looking.. brighter
    young face illuminating
    all rooms.. where even the
    Starbucks guy puts
    Queen Katrina
    on her
    Frappe
    cup
    as he bows
    down to her
    beauty as
    any
    King
    will..
    So isn’t it amazing
    she let’s me go dancing
    with beautiful young
    twenty-somethings to
    tunes of selfies
    of 600 total..
    every
    Thursday
    Night week..
    93 times now
    on my blogs
    this week..
    you see the
    Queen of the
    World never
    fears
    another
    woman as
    she kNows
    deep down
    who she
    alReady
    is.. whether
    spoken or not
    it is clear as
    her white illum
    iNaTinG grinOW..;)

    *
    Immigrants coming to
    a culture no longer
    appreciating the
    gifts of God’s
    Green Earth
    banding together
    as a real culture
    in a culture no
    longer willing
    to see the
    dream now
    that still
    lives with
    hard work..
    hope.. and
    togetherness..
    Yes.. it’s all
    about soul.. grace..
    kind and courage to
    survive.. and thrive
    together as one species
    who reAlly lives free now..
    and hell yes.. it mostly
    now.. comes
    iN
    Brown..
    increasingly
    as before..
    ‘we’ get
    here..
    Brown
    iS
    FREE..
    and i’m
    still working
    on my tan but
    i already did
    my tiMe to
    be freeST
    N0W..;)

    Side note here..
    Victoria.. when i first
    visit the dVerse trail..
    a most beautiful
    hawk lands
    on my swing
    of 20 years..
    the swing is
    22 now..
    and A
    Hawk
    just comes for the
    second time ever
    back long enough
    for me to photo him
    for my 696th post
    in my longest
    running blog..
    a siGn for
    sure..
    a dream
    come true..
    and yes.. now
    as i continue
    to learn how
    to create reality
    as i go in Hawk’s
    eYes fruition
    for what
    comes
    now..
    anyway.. i thought
    you might remember
    that Hawk.. but if not..
    ‘he’ IS coming soon
    again..
    in a day
    or so..:)

    It’s reAlly hard for most
    Americans to imagine now
    a real war on homeland
    soils.. but easier to
    Love a country
    when all
    can be
    lost..
    and one
    iS actuAlly
    aware of iT…

    Strength iN
    KiNd Love of
    FamiLy
    and counTry..:)

    A study of U.S. Presidents
    is amazing.. as it doesn’t
    provide a view of invincible
    men.. so much.. as a view
    of broken men.. some
    mended.. but some
    living by
    the skin
    of
    darkness
    to motivate what
    it is then that makes
    them leaders now
    so high-n-might
    in a so-called
    free world..
    but yeah..
    things are better
    for many than in
    Lincoln days and
    Candidates.. are
    still as outlier
    as they now
    were then..
    more than
    obviously
    that pARt
    of leadership
    iS nothing new..:)

    3:44 pm..
    and all caught
    up on the Tuesday
    Prompt for now..
    Dance Shopping
    coming in
    all of
    Katrina’s
    Favorite stores
    TG.. put the Key
    board.. mouse
    and scroll
    pad down..
    and move
    free..!
    baby!
    MOVe!..:)

    Dance is finished
    for the night.. but
    still sinGinG PoeTry
    for the day.. now
    niGht
    here.. back
    at 9:37 pm..
    to catch
    up to
    dVerse
    now..:)

    i love mythology.. ancient
    and modern.. so many
    potential paths
    carry through
    your words
    here.. and truly
    all mythologies..
    from Egyptian..
    to Greek.. to now
    Abrahamic religions
    to Hindu.. Japanese
    and Chinese variations
    house vehicles and vessels
    of human abstract constructs
    that describe the human archetypes
    oF our inner UniVerses.. that are no less
    amazing with Wonder than the outside
    one’s Telescope sees.. difference iS
    inside is art.. and while telescopes
    and scientific methods
    attempt to
    set
    measurable
    reality in stone..
    the inner Universe
    of Human is constantly
    changing and truly a
    non-repeatable
    experiment
    less the
    illusions
    of material
    reductionism and
    modern psychology..
    and psychiatry..
    breaking down
    the mind now
    to neuro-hormones..
    neuro-chemicals..
    and outwardly
    observable
    behavioral
    actions..
    oH.. the oracle
    of the Inner Universe
    and Morpheus.. the ever
    changing dream of human
    that manifests as us too..
    for those of us
    with super
    charged
    relative
    free will..
    but that is
    ART and not science..
    no text book will ever
    match.. or science method..
    But yes.. poeTry and dance
    iS a SonG of human Art
    that comes
    to tale
    a much
    larger human
    Truth and LiGht
    as heARt expresSinG
    SpiRit.. iN miNd and
    BoDy balanCinG soUl..
    no short-cuts in
    pills.. other
    than the
    placebo
    one
    of
    belief
    that makes
    a positive direction
    of the UniVerse of we..
    yes.. there is much more
    than a grain of truth in
    human mythologies..
    liGht
    heART
    iS
    iN
    Truth
    N0W..:)

    SMiLes..
    humans will
    worship the
    smallest of
    junk..
    if that is
    what they
    are told to do..
    by others for
    acceptance
    true or
    false.. matters
    not.. small
    or large..
    the flavors
    of culture
    taste the
    same as different..
    large and small..:)

    Fuhrer’s right
    Fuhrer’s wrong
    Fuhrer’s left
    Fuhrer’s none..
    bottom line
    no
    more..
    rightly
    gone..:)

    i suppose.. now
    iF liFe iS a soap
    opera.. wow..
    fragments
    are never
    lost..
    sMiLes..
    and alWays
    found.. wInks..:)

    Tribal
    instinct
    from birth
    to death
    escape within..:)

    SMiLes.. sadLY
    enough.. quintessential
    Lovers most often fail
    essential..:)

    Yeah.. dam..
    in REAL
    liFe..
    Humpty
    alWays
    has to put
    himself
    back
    together
    again..:)

    SMiLes..
    regret so
    beautiful..
    mistake or
    not opposed
    to callous..
    regret..
    gift
    of sorrow’s
    rebirth now..:)

    More detours..
    iN between.. but
    all caught up
    at 10:55 pm..:)

    Back at 2:45 pm..
    1132016..
    playing catch
    up again..;)

    SMiLes.. WInks
    it’s as plain as a
    yelLow
    combover
    to some of us..
    but no.. not wheRe
    i live for most of them.. 90%..
    Thanks God for the Internet
    as the Valley is Low here
    for the
    MounTaiN
    of Love..
    but yes..
    i come
    down to dance
    not unlike the
    GRinch carVing
    tHe Real Christ
    mas.. roasTed
    bEast
    dISh..:)

    i agree.. My friend..
    All of Politics.. Religion..
    and Philosophy.. is a PoeTry
    prompt to me.. In fact of Art..
    All of life is.. To me..
    SMiLes more..:)

    Sadly.. there are some
    folks and some cultures who/
    that cannot bear the thought
    that women have a choice..
    and those are most all
    weak
    folks/
    cultures
    @
    heARt
    most often fostered
    first by daddies
    and or mommies
    who say
    boys
    don’t cry..
    they do or
    they dry up
    and eventually
    blow
    away….
    taking much
    wreckage with
    tHeir storm of
    fear
    and
    hate…

    ‘You kNow’.. it’s ‘funny’..
    i don’t think i’ve ever
    had someone come to
    my blog and provide
    comments
    of generalized
    platitudes.. i find
    now.. so much..
    as i
    explore so
    many poetic
    ways of life online..
    and i rarely get comments..
    but they all seem like true
    friends.. when i do get
    them.. so i suppose
    it’s all
    worth
    it.. my friend..
    as sometimes
    trUly Loving
    folks take
    an effort..
    however..
    i didn’t speak
    until age 4.. so
    sure.. some of
    us have an excuse..
    wInks.. and others
    simply try harder
    to Love
    and
    eventuAlly
    succeed
    wheRe
    Life
    counts..:)

    Love.. a flower..
    not all feel..
    Human
    an
    object
    all some
    see..
    if only
    humans could
    feel like animals
    they too.. could be free..:)

    Coming back from
    a visit to a shrink..
    30 miles or so
    from home
    of Free..
    Clouds of rainbows
    colors horizon far
    and i’ll be damed
    if the Greek and
    Roman Gods..
    God
    did not
    disPlay
    as cLouds
    of
    heARt..
    Oh.. imagiNaTioNscReaTiviTy
    now you fly so hiGh and color
    ful.. oh science.. you never
    ending same
    stick
    in the mud…
    but no.. i’ll never
    tale my shrink
    about the
    colors
    of
    the sky..
    but he learned
    the higher healing
    power of dance..
    from me.. now..
    he then quits..
    his practice..
    now teaching
    THAT as therapy
    inStead.. so i just
    didn’t have enough
    time
    to
    show
    hiM aLL
    the colors
    of Love..:)

    WeLL.. the truth iS
    human are only props
    to some folks.. but the
    bigger truth can be..
    they are born
    that way
    and truly
    it is not
    tHeir
    fault..
    dARk
    does
    not always
    now make
    human sense..
    as even they can
    become fearless
    warriors now
    saVinG now
    A reset World
    WitH heaRts
    or nOt..
    gAMe
    alWays
    OnE
    WoN..:)

    Weather of human..
    what ease inside
    all bundled
    up.. cool
    and warm..
    outSide Real..
    they will have
    the final bees
    say.. on the
    eventual
    meal
    inside..:)

    SMiLes..
    first A
    drag
    on fly
    then A
    roaches
    WinGs
    and now
    drones
    encroach
    iN killing
    life.. when
    insects large
    programmed
    to kill.. or even
    deliver mail..
    balance
    of Nature
    less longer
    moves.. no
    longer meek
    inherits earth.:)

    all caught
    up..for now..
    3:49 pm..:)

    Last response..
    11:49 am

    Life becomes
    hell where there
    is only fear.. and
    worry.. wHere Love
    can find no room.. but
    sorrow.. with sorrow even
    leaving in dark so cold..
    Where there is Love
    there is fortune
    where
    not
    cold
    just
    cOld…

  4. Varan says:

    I love these photos:
    https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3337.jpg?w=640&h=480
    https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3340.jpg?w=640&h=480
    https://katiemiafrederick.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/img_3355.jpg?w=640&h=480

    “fame is a killer
    of human freedoms” … I agree.

    I really enjoyed your prom story. And oh my, is this a gorgeous line: “And boy did she have kaleidoscope eyes.”

    Speaking of the girl who almost committed suicide … you’re the kind of guy who reminds us all why we’re here in the first place … largely to dance and to laugh. You’re such an awesome human.

    • SMiLes.. and you my friend
      are a favorite muse of mine..
      No less than Olivia Newton John
      style and Xanadu..
      Per MAGIC.. Shawna..
      too.. And you are one
      i will never ending story
      forget wITh a roll tide for
      the road as the
      dance of now
      continues..:)

  5. Glenn Buttkus says:

    OK, this one comes in at under 9000 words, rife with 7 videos, 40 photo images & tons of fellowship, philosophy, & kosher advice. You are like Ishmael in the Bible, Torah, & the Koran, starting out with an emotional disadvantage, lasting as introvert for 40 years before you became a martial artist/Lord of the dance/body builder/philosopher & chick-magnet. I captured a couple of your images I liked, & will post them on my timeline on FB, but with your name on them. My name did make the poem, & todays persona poem made the comments; hey, I’ll alert the media. Your photographs still grab the lion’s share of my attention–a dozen images of Yellow Boy (who I now see has a bright white tip on this sunny tail; love the shot of he & Katrina sleeping. Katrina has rediscovered her smile, & unbridled joy leaps from her eyes. winter skies (love the image of frosted green plants with dead maple leaves in them. A few less mirror selfies this time; wow, hard to believe there’s like 700 of them. I guess I’ve taken near 100 over several years). You will one day have to explain the fascination you have for Mall store merchandise & signs; very eclectic, but
    kind of hard to see the appeal they have to you. I like your lines /words say less than wings/ &
    /no owns the poetry of me/or the dance of me/or any part of me/except God./.

    • Hi Glenn.. thanks for coming by..
      and the white tipped tail cat is Tennessee..
      for clarification.. a cat who is owned by a neighbor
      down the road.. who decided to adopt us on a part
      time basis.. as they have kids and dogs.. and there
      is plenty of peace and quiet two doors down..
      for cat bliss as it were and is..
      all peaceful as animal
      homeostasis.. smiles..
      Yellow boy is totally confined to inside..
      as he has feline leukemia and can no longer
      mix with the other strays around the block..
      but his health is fine for now.. as sure..
      Love boosts any animal immune system..
      that receives love as comfort.. and feral or not..
      Yellow boy can feel that from humans obviously
      for humans who empathy and can feel the
      emotional contagion change hands.. to
      paws.. in sharing.. feelings…
      Thanks for sharing my photos..
      and every disadvantage in life..
      is a potential advantage..
      if the challenge is overcome
      with adaptation for change..
      for the better.. either sooner
      or later.. my friend.. what
      works does work.. in practice…
      And ha! there is actually well
      over 10K selfies.. altogether..
      but keeping in mind that after my
      shut-in illness with the extreme pain..
      and loss of emotions.. as well as effective
      use of eyesight and hearing for anything
      other than close and blurry dimly lit computer screens..
      at the end of 66 months.. i literally had no conscious
      perception of what expressions looked like on my face..
      So the mirror is a friend.. to get me back.. and it’s always
      Good for folks on the Autism Spectrum to practice
      non-verbal expressions in selfies and with
      mirrors for therapy..
      most people can take that for
      granted.. but no.. others have to really
      work hard on the stuff that are non-issues to
      others.. and a large part.. of why folks who have
      accommodated symptoms of Autism all their life
      to fit in.. eventually fall-out from the demands of
      social stress by middle age.. and of course higher
      functioning Autism has always gone un-diagnosed..
      with more people showing symptoms than ever before
      on a broader Autism phenotype.. as the environment
      away from reciprocal and nonverbal social communication..
      is rampant in the developed world across all demographics
      of human beings.. where the environment plays a huge
      role in potential functional disabilities in
      human reciprocal communication..
      including non-verbal language..
      And regarding the mall photos..
      i image American Culture for what
      my life is here.. whether i agree with it or not..
      just to share that with folks of other cultural heritages..
      to see what it is like here in a typical American day..
      which of course is always centered around the
      institution of shopping.. buying.. and all the
      commercial advertising associated with the
      shopping.. however.. i often find funny little
      synchronicities.. that are likely now only
      meaningful to me.. associated a-causally
      between the photos and my writing.. that truly
      are God wInks.. if only for me.. and sure i count
      that as purpose and meaning in life.. and also
      among my many blessSingS as a now almost
      totAlly free human beings.. smiles.. friend Glenn..:)

  6. gigoid says:

    Beautiful song, my friend. I’m glad you ID’d the skater in the selfie; I had wondered who he was…

    It’s clear to me what I said yesterday was correct; what you’ve described, re: your mental/physical developmental stages, is exactly how the next evolutionary step for humanity would HAVE to exist among those who cannot “keep up” with you….

    I know not whether the degree of pain you have had to endure is necessary, but, for some of those with such advancements to the nervous system, of which the brain is the control center, so to speak, there may be certain configurations which can be upset or disrupted by life as it exists, such as in foods, or, other such basic systemic requirements….

    A long way of saying what is, is. Some of us who are a bit slower, still get to the center of being, but, not at the same time, or on the same path… As JRR said, all who wander are not lost…. We’ve both wandered, and will eventually reach a destination, probably quite near each other….

    In the meantime, I love your song/dance….

    See ya, my brother,

    gigoid

    • Hi gigoid.. such a kind and thoughtful reply and so insightful.. as always
      too.. i see culture as mostly insane and away from human
      nature now.. but i bought into the lies before
      and my canary in the coal
      mine nervous
      system
      got me
      out early
      which was both
      a curse then but
      a wonderful blesSinG
      now that i enjoy life and
      now culture adapts to me..
      within the local.. state.. and
      federal laws that protect
      people who have
      what are
      named
      as functional
      disabilities to
      participate with
      their accommodations
      for disability.. and truly
      without dance.. i would
      not have the bliss i have
      now.. so sure it is my Wheel
      Chair to bliss.. ironicAlly and
      i can’t hardly expect folks
      to understand that
      unless they
      have walked
      in my shoes..
      of course..
      and you
      have at least partially
      done that in your very
      challenging and work
      stress related life.. as well..
      which gives you much greater
      insights than the average Joe
      at Work.. or at Walmart or
      the Mall.. haha..
      the joys
      of life are
      mine for sharing
      for free.. give or
      take.. yes it is..
      what it is..
      now.. and
      i am
      what i
      for one
      will to be
      and it is all
      good to me..
      my friend.. gigoid
      for now.. as iS NOW..:)

  7. The greater the emotional power
    of the song.. the greater the spirit
    of emotion.. inspires me to dance..
    and the song ‘Pressure’ and
    ‘Come What May’.. as
    they fit so many
    emotional
    experiences
    of my life.. reflect
    a powerful emotional
    spirit of experience.. in
    me currently still.. so i
    was basicaLLy soaRinG
    higher and higher in free
    style martial arts and ballet-like
    spins in the wide middle-aisle
    of Super-Walmart Last night..
    and Target before that.. to
    the tune of five or so miles
    as this was not a total
    all day marathon
    event of
    dance
    shopping..
    my feet and
    legs were fresh
    and strong and the
    skill of dance in practice
    is a cumulative one.. both
    in new moves.. balance..
    and overall agility but
    yes.. since i make
    the steps up as
    i go with
    the GOD
    of Nature that
    lives within me..
    it ain’t something
    that anyone has
    ever precisely
    seen before..
    so voyeur
    facebook
    videos
    come for
    several
    reasons as Katrina
    and i were recently discussing..
    how many folks wear super cool
    Maui Jim $660 dollar Shades at
    night in Walmart.. how many folks
    dance in any way.. shape.. or form
    in Walmart.. how many folks
    do a very unusual
    style of martial
    arts and ballet
    like dance with
    spins and all..
    at Walmart..
    and then..
    how many
    230 LB very
    muscular looking
    dudes do this.. and
    then.. how many have
    law enforcement type
    haircuts.. and a clean
    cut overall look.. and then..
    how many dudes wear T-Shirts
    and shorts when it’s close to
    freezing outside.. and then
    how many dudes do it
    who are 55 years old..
    so as one can see
    this doesn’t
    fit any molds
    of social
    norms..
    particularly considering
    that my local red state area
    of 90% REPUBLICAN VOTERS..
    EVEN IF THE CANDIDATE IS
    AS COLD HEARTED AS
    TRUMP.. with three
    military bases
    in the
    area assessed
    sociologically
    in the link
    below as..

    http://mic.com/articles/76309/if-you-can-t-stand-hipsters-these-11-cities-are-for-you#.UI8N9fmLy

    the worst place
    to be different in
    the good old USA..
    NO THIS IS NOT THE
    LAND OF OPEN MINDS..
    THIS IS AS CLOSED AS IT
    GETS BABY TO THE DIFFERENT
    AMONG US.. and my area also at
    one point in time held the record book
    title.. of having the most churches per
    square mile of any locality in the U. S..
    SO YES.. my type of exercise in
    Walmart.. is extremely incongruent
    in everyday words of what one might
    expect to see there.. and yes.. i had to
    fight mighty hard with my justifications
    to do it.. as my wheel chair to escape
    the pain of severe degenerative spinal
    arthritis precipitated early by a
    congenitally fused vertebra
    from birth… along with
    spinal stenosis where
    if i stand still for a
    very long time
    my legs
    will go numb
    not unlike someone
    with carpal tunnel
    syndrome now.. where
    their fingers go numb
    when repetitively doing
    one motion over and over..
    it’s smart to move both feet
    and hands differently over the
    course of life.. ’cause ergonomic
    injuries are greater in potential when
    the human body only moves one way..
    and yeah.. moving all around
    like i do.. can make ya
    incredibly stronger..
    as the
    following
    video provides
    irrefutable proof
    for in living color
    in poundage
    of close to
    half a ton
    pressing
    that with legs
    on parallel leg
    press machine with
    my arms raised in the
    air 14 times slowly and
    surely in the video that
    is now up to 25 reps
    over the course of
    three minutes or
    so.. again now..
    as no more
    weight plates
    will fit on the
    machine designed
    for professional athletes
    by the Nautilus Corporation..
    and gyms with enough money
    to buy Nautilus Machines.. like
    the close to a million dollars
    of equipment at my military
    gym.. that i helped arrange
    to purchase before i
    left that job
    as Athletic
    Director in
    2008..
    it’s probably
    the best equipped
    Navy gym in the
    US.. particularly
    for a base
    the size
    of this
    Naval Air
    Station…

    And yes.. i make my gorilla (or other wild animal) growl
    when i lift as it increases both focus and power..
    same reason Lions and other animals do
    it when defending their territory
    as such.. and normally
    all smaller animals
    get the hell
    out of the
    way..
    as the
    louder the
    growl usually
    indicates the stronger.
    more fierce animal of
    Nature.. that gets his
    or her way.. of the
    jungle.. the desert..
    the mountains..
    under a tree.
    and yes
    on a
    beach too..
    Nature merits strength
    i mean duh.. let’s not
    kid ourselves that
    Nature and
    or God
    is a dam
    Wimp
    ’cause most all
    moving stuff animate
    and rocks is nuclear
    powered at core..
    and that
    is some
    mighty
    powerful
    stuff.. all
    this God stuff
    is.. and sadly most
    humans don’t nearly
    live up to their wild and
    free God potential.. and yes..
    this was the Message of Jesus
    and other Nature inclined sages
    of the ages.. that humans
    don’t come close
    to using their
    potential
    in the
    wild kingdom
    of God anymore..
    but HAHA!.. I FOUND
    THE ANSWERS AND CAN
    PROVE THEM TOO.. and they
    ain’t anything that my feral Yellow
    Boy CAT don’t already know and feel
    all innately.. instinctually.. and
    intuitively gifted by the
    God of Nature..
    and i’ve
    seen Yellow
    Boy when wild in
    action snagging a
    squirrel with a head
    start of 100 feet or so..
    lightening gold is what
    he looked like with a hearty
    catch of squirrel carrying him
    with ease flying across the
    fence with his newly earned
    lunch.. put him at the size of
    a Lion.. and no you would never
    F with yellow boy.. as the Lion
    is a much greater predator
    of course.. and most other
    animals.. than the so called
    naked apex predator.. the
    human who is a watered
    down now domesticated
    creature.. not
    much different
    than our Moby
    grey whale cat..
    who can now barely
    squat his weight in
    the litter box after
    a life of instant
    gratification
    and purrs
    only..
    yes God purrs
    but God growls
    too manifest in all
    of us.. whether we use
    all our potential or NOT..
    So anyway.. back to Super -Walmart
    last night.. yes the Spirit of God is upon
    me in terms of the emotions and strength
    manifest in me by God and the similar
    potential that all other human animals
    have when utilized and practiced
    for human excellence..
    and while i’m spinning
    through the aisles.. a young
    woman.. hmm.. 17 or so
    in high school age i’m
    thinking comes up
    aside me and
    starts
    to spin
    with me up
    and down the aisles..
    probably some gymnastics
    and ballet official lessons in
    her youthful past.. and i am
    cautious.. as any 55 year old
    man must be in our culture
    when approached by
    an underage woman..
    and i feel relieved to
    see her boyfriend
    with his
    smartphone
    camera.. as they
    are simply trying
    to share something
    wild and crazy captured
    on their candid camera
    for the social media
    world they live
    in to share
    and that is precisely
    part of my Master Plan
    to set more folks free with
    the potential of their higher
    power of the God of Nature
    manifest in them set free and
    wild and fearless to Love God more
    as Love cannot live where fear exists..
    as fear is the real core devil of all stuff
    associated with hate.. including doubt..
    greed.. jealously.. and other negative
    con-social emotions that in that
    dark way naturally seek
    to divide and conquer
    instead
    of unify
    for social cooperative
    ways of courageous
    kind Unconditional
    Love in
    all
    Pro-social
    emotion positive
    ways of life to make
    life work out together
    instead of
    against
    each
    other
    as hairless apes..
    so a pleasure it was to
    dance ballet-like spinning
    moves with the young lady
    while surely they will broadcast
    the event to all their Facebook
    friends.. with my shirt
    that says..
    “HI IT’S ME
    FROM THE INTERNET”
    AS SERIOUSLY FOR GOOD
    REASON.. it’s hard to find
    anyone in my several
    hundred thousand
    metro area
    population
    that ain’t
    heard
    about the
    ‘wild and
    crazy
    dancing
    man/guy’
    from Northweset
    Florida ‘Footloose’
    town.. Yes.. in this
    way for all practical
    intents and purposes
    i am Kevin Bacon in
    six degrees of separation
    too.. as me and this metro
    area fit together now.. like
    Butter and cheese.. and
    that’s just the
    first thing
    that came
    out of
    my
    fingers..
    hehe… now..
    Anyway.. back to
    Super-Walmart now..
    when the young woman
    and her boy friend have
    retreated down the aisle
    and my wife.. who they
    do not realize is my
    wife.. is walking by
    them away
    from me..
    the young
    man is telling
    his giggling girl
    friend.. who is obviously
    a little high now herself
    in engaging with
    ballet
    like
    dance with
    me.. THAT man
    is obviously
    high on drugs
    that is often the case
    when young women get
    somewhat excited over
    my freely expressed emotions
    in dance.. after walking too long
    with their cardboard box boyfriends..
    to throw some water on the giggles
    of their girl friends.. it’s one
    of those things
    that fearful
    males
    do
    to protect
    their ‘property’
    as it were and still
    is.. just natural that’s
    all.. so she spots her
    parents in the distance
    and says oh no.. i wonder
    if they saw me dancing with
    that guy.. my wife then says..
    i’m his wife.. so maybe you
    should move farther away
    from him.. not
    to get in trouble
    so.. she is off in the
    distance explaining
    the whole thing to
    her obviously
    fundamentalist
    leaning Christian
    Parents.. and i think
    oh GrEAt! it’s time for
    a Fredlecture.. and hopefully
    by the end of it they will not
    have a headache processing
    the speed of my intellectual
    stimulation.. quick witty remarks
    and other stuff.. so i approach them
    not in fierce dance style.. but a calm
    predator walk.. not unlike Yellow Boy
    when he is approaching his prey.. yes.
    let there be no mistake i am no longer
    a beta male.. i am now an alpha male..
    body language says it all NOW THEN..
    AND THAT IS JUST NATURAL.. i am
    just walking naturally now how GOD
    has its free and wild creatures
    do when FEARLESS NOW..
    so i am totally calm like
    the eye of Katrina..
    the Hurricane
    with winds
    as strong
    as i care to
    blow in words
    at will.. so the first
    thing i say is.. do ya think
    i’m sexy.. NO.. i didn’t really
    say that.. just making sure you
    are awake at this point if you
    make it this far.. heHE..;)
    i said do you think i’m
    on drugs.. and there
    is just open mouths
    and blank stares..
    ’cause remember
    i am 230LBS and
    look somewhat
    like a college
    linebacker
    in person..
    could be Sheriff’s
    department.. FBI..
    secret service.. or
    yes.. SOLDIER OF GOD..
    ANYWAY.. next i say.. have
    you ever heard of King David
    and the Bible and his dance
    before the Ark of the Covenant..
    and then i say.. well as you can
    see unlike David.. i have a shirt
    and shorts on.. but the essence
    of what i am doing is the
    same.. to LOVE GOD
    WITH ALL YOUR HEART
    MEANS TO ELIMINATE
    ALL ILLUSORY FEARS..
    and a great way to do that
    is to dance free in public..
    to do it with few clothes
    on is best.. but
    shirts and shoes
    are required here..
    so i do it this way..
    AND GUESS WHAT!
    YES.. I AM FEARLESS
    NOW.. KING DAVID WAS
    CORRECT.. PUBLIC DANCE
    WILL MAKE one FEARLESS.. IT WORKS..
    and now i am able to Love the God of
    Nature with all my heart.. with zero
    doubt.. greed.. jealously and all
    stuff associated with hate..
    and then i go on to say..
    now seriously.. if i was
    really crazy on drugs
    i wouldn’t be
    able to get
    on our high
    security military
    base would i.. so i go
    on to tell them i retired
    as Athletic Director at
    the Military Station
    and show them
    my handy dandy
    YouTube video of
    what dance like mine
    will do for power of legs..
    and then i go on to remind them
    of what Jesus is reported as saying
    in the New Testament about folks
    doing more than he.. with the
    power of Faith.. Hope.. and
    Belief.. after he goes away..
    and then i say.. i ain’t
    moving Mountains
    yet.. but that
    is a lot
    of weight
    for a 55 year
    old dude.. huh..
    and yes.. by this
    point they still have
    their mouths hanging
    open a little bit.. look
    kinda dazed.. but
    they all shake
    my hand
    and say
    have
    a nice
    day.. and
    i’m thinking
    YES! MISSION
    ACCOMPLISHED.. A
    SOLDIER OF GOD
    DOES IT AGAIN..
    IN THE MANiFEST
    ARTFUL FORM OF
    i that I is now..
    the SACRED CLOWN
    IS NOT A CONCEPT THAT
    i INVENTED THE SACRED CLOWN/
    WARRIOR CLOWN/SHAMAN ARE
    HUMAN ARCHETYPES that have
    been around longer than recorded
    history.. as it is in our genetics
    that certain ones of us
    evolve epigenetically
    in one lifetime.. to
    do outrageous
    stuff to show
    a truly
    insane
    society
    how crazy what
    they think the social
    norm REALLY IS.. NOW..
    so yeah.. i got on the
    Internet in my grey
    underwear in the
    first pARt of 2014..
    in the beginning of
    my SACRED CLOWN
    MISSION.. and yes..
    remember the ‘King
    Of the Jews’ crown
    of thorns.. yes
    people made
    fun of the
    ‘Sacred Clown’
    Jesus too.. but Ivy
    is my crown of Nature
    Truth and Light and i am
    the one who wears it in
    metaphor without the
    hand of anyone
    else.. in
    a vine
    of Courageous
    Love that spreads
    everywhere i go.. and
    hell yeah.. the American
    Indians were doing this
    long before the
    really insane
    ‘White Man’
    Culture.. pushed
    it’s way on this continent
    of God’s Green and Blue
    earth.. with killing tools..
    instead of
    wit
    of
    human
    being.. for social
    change to make
    human wild and
    free again..
    instead
    of repressed..
    oppressed..
    and subjugated
    with illusory fears..
    in a literal hell on earth
    of their own making.. where
    ‘before the apple’ humans lived
    with God of Nature instead of
    against God of Nature.. and
    sure our relative free will
    allows us to live
    in hell or heaven..
    but it is the
    ‘Sacred Clown’
    or ‘Soldiers of God’
    and ‘Healing Shamans’..
    innately assigned mission
    to bring human being back
    wild and free.. to keep the
    entire living planet manifest
    as God in Balance as God’s
    way is balance.. and some
    times it takes a little
    satire and fun
    to get
    folks
    attention
    B A C K
    to being
    H U M A N..
    AND REBORN AGAIN..:)

    http://dreamflesh.com/essays/clownpath/

    http://dreamflesh.com/essays/warriorpath/

    http://dreamflesh.com/essays/shamanism/

    No.. there is nothing new under the Sun of
    God that i am doing here.. the only difference
    with me and most folks.. who might have
    the potential to do this..
    is i am fearless
    enough
    to do
    it free…
    and sure there
    are others.. like
    Miley Cyrus.. Katy
    Perry.. David Bowie..
    Freddie Mercury.. etc..
    who get paid big bucks
    for it.. and yes that is what
    is required to reach the largest
    audiences then.. but thanks to
    folks like Steve Jobs.. and
    Bill Gates who are also
    sacred clowns and
    warriors in their
    own innate..
    and creative
    ways.. the
    INFORMATION
    TECHNOLOGY BACK
    BONE.. NOW.. allows
    one to just be a LEGEND
    and not have to deal
    with all the pain
    associated
    with
    fame..
    FAME
    SUCKS..
    IT DOESN’T
    TAKE A ROCKET
    SCIENTIST TO FIGURE
    THAT OUT.. but the way
    of the Legend.. earned
    without money.. is
    the way of
    Jesus..
    and that is
    the message proven
    to have the greatest impact
    overall.. THE LEGEND.. WHO NOW
    needs nothing.. but life.. and
    helping other folks
    in NEW
    AND
    CREATIVE
    WAYS.. NOT
    SEEN IN THE
    SOCIAL NORM
    TO MAKE
    CHANGE
    JUST HAPPEN
    one human at a time..
    a family.. and audience
    in a dance hall.. Facebook.. folks reading
    stuff on blogger blogs.. the creative
    potentials today practically that are
    free.. and require no path to fame
    and misery of being
    unfree.. are
    almost
    limitless
    for the truly
    imaginative
    and creative ones
    among us.. who once
    again hear the call of
    Mother Nature TRUTH
    and LiGHT aka GOD
    planted in our
    DNA..
    as human
    archetypes
    expressed in
    all Natural
    and Holy
    Spirit
    of God
    living within..
    in a soft resurrection
    of faith.. hope.. and belief
    in M O V I N G M O U N T A I N S
    ONE GrAin of sand at a now.. JUST NOW..:)

  8. http://gigoid.me/2016/01/13/pilfering-parabolic-pontoons-proved-perilous/

    StILL good morning on the west
    coast of Northern California to ya..
    friend gigoid.. and cat leelu asleep…
    In the Tarot.. the Fool Card of Zero..
    is obviously the highest
    human archetype
    to aspire
    to as
    it is
    carefree
    and in general
    FREE.. seriously
    with a smile.. laugh..
    and wINks.. it just don’t
    get any better than it is
    for a free lance Jester..
    to be employed as
    a Court Jester..
    NO THANKS..
    of course unless
    one needs money
    for bread and
    water..
    not
    much choice
    huh.. Thanks
    for retirement
    options of the
    past still open
    to the fortunate
    among us.. to no
    longer worship the
    almighty work of
    the dollar..
    so yeah..
    don’t know if you’ve
    seen that tarot card but
    for all practical intents and
    purposes that is Yellow Boy
    at my side.. wInks.. bozo i’ll
    be.. but no.. i don’t work for
    Google pennies
    i WORK FOR FREE!..;)

    And sure.. i’ve
    written about
    this before..;)

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/05/11/arrival-of-the-clown-shark/

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/05/15/joker-can-be-wild-and-crazy/

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/16/fool-dancing/

  9. https://writersdream9.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/a-little-bit/

    SMiLes.. my friend.. writersdream9..
    i ‘normally’ only respond to
    links now.. on dVerse..
    and folks who make it clear
    now.. i do not overwhelm
    them.. by commenting
    on my blog first..
    as yes..
    i realize i
    can be overwhelming
    as i am no ‘normal’
    human
    being
    at all..
    and almost
    from birth.. people
    let me feel that in
    no uncertain terms..
    and that is something
    i learned to overcome..
    as there are two ways iN
    dealing with bullies.. one is
    vengeance and the other
    is Victory.. Victory is
    the h0NEy of liFe
    iN unification..
    the common core
    of the Baha’i faith
    that i have studied
    intensely.. like all other
    religions.. sadly there is
    usually.. always.. at least
    one glitch that precludes me
    from calling myself an actual
    part of the religion.. including
    the Catholic one i attend every
    Sunday.. and those are concerning
    basic human rights.. to Love whomever
    one will Love.. as all Love at essence iS
    consensuAlly TRuLY ‘SamE Love’.. an
    excellent modern song.. now illustrating
    what i am getting to here.. that suffices
    the point clearly without many more
    details here.. as a person born
    by the God of Nature on the
    Autism Spectrum not able
    to speak until age 4 with
    problems with verbal
    communication
    throughout most of my life..
    i am outlier in the way i communicate
    that comes directly from THAT challenge..
    additionally.. i was born rather fragile looking
    and at times.. confused for the other gender when
    young.. yeah.. but sure.. no longer is that the
    case.. as yes.. the strong survive.. and
    that potential is in most all of our
    DNA if we accommodate
    the challenge.. but never the
    less.. i know the pain of outcast
    all too well.. and yes..
    it is time for another
    Messenger of God..
    in Baha’i faith words..
    and if need be.. milLions
    to set that pArt of God’s
    record straight.. as nah..
    God’s diversity is no straight
    line.. it is infinite in paths and
    spectrums of humans.. both in
    gender.. sexual orientations..
    and all other differences of
    lifE that the savior of
    science has
    cleared up..
    for many outcasts
    in Life.. as we move away
    from the patriarchal controls
    of the past.. so heavy handed against
    anyone reAlly then.. except for ‘white’ middle
    age patriarchs with money.. tools of weapons..
    and status.. to low brow the rest of humanity..
    as it were and continues to be in many countries..
    Change is now.. and WHO knows.. perhaps in someways
    Obama is NOW one of those new messengers as he refuses
    to let the herd of patriarchy mute his stance on all human
    rights iN equality for all humans to love whom they WiLL
    with Unconditional Love.. there are no ifs and or buts for
    that my friend.. all are children of God.. all diversity
    that can be unification..
    if enough of us
    go the
    path
    of Unconditional
    Love.. but sadly.. some
    still fear the different
    among the Children
    of God..
    and yes..
    God and his
    ‘New Messengers’
    are taking care of that
    as WE SPEAK.. SMILES AGAIN..
    the Unconditional Love is the
    God thing
    through
    and through
    when FREE..
    i find your post highly
    inspiring.. but don’t ‘worry’
    i will now return to the shorter
    and free verse way
    of me
    on dVerse..
    wInks..
    PS.. i visit literally visit
    all dVerse lInks through
    the course of this year..
    literAlly commenting in
    poetic réponse to
    tens of thousands
    of posts.. through
    the last few
    years..
    i feel
    liGht
    when i
    see it
    in words
    and it is here.. my friend..
    and that is the hiGhest
    compliment anyone
    WiLL
    get
    from
    me..
    other than
    a poem.. wInks
    again.. short
    and LonG..
    WitH
    ONE
    LOVE oNe GOD..:)

    SMiLes again.. my friend.. out of all the religions.. the
    Baha’i faith is one of the best i’ve studied
    so far.. and i realize all the details
    entailed.. and i wasn’t suggesting
    the religion limits Love.. now..
    whereas Catholicism does..
    however.. science does
    now show that
    homosexuality
    is a part of Healthy Human
    Nature and even more
    so among our closest
    primate cousins.. the
    Bonobo.. who rarely
    ever engages in harmful
    conflicts with each other..
    unlike the raping and pillaging
    chimpanzee.. that nihilists used
    to compare humans directly too..
    as coming in this world with
    an evil.. nature.. Truth iS..
    humans are not
    the virus..
    culture is..
    in many still
    sad ways now..
    anyway.. never
    the less.. i have great
    respect for your religion
    but on the other hand i have
    standards that no religion has
    met yet.. and
    perhaps
    that’s
    not too strange
    either.. sMiles..
    as we are truly
    all different in
    someway
    as well
    as
    sAMe..
    and i for one
    have learned to
    tolerate all the
    differences at hand…
    That makes for a peaceful way..:)

  10. Shirt of the day says..
    “I’M MUCH MORE
    INTERESTING ON THE
    INTERNET”.. NOW..
    i say.. it depends
    on who you
    ask..;)

    And this night time shirt says..
    “HI ITS ME FROM THE
    INTERNET”
    yes.. it’s true..
    in the 3 dimensional
    world.. folks ‘think’
    i’m too interesting to
    even guess what i do online..
    hehe.. ‘LOTS they don’t kNow’..

    So our neighbors who are the
    real parents of the ginger cat
    Tennessee who hangs around
    our yard.. for years now..
    are sitting in front of
    us at church
    and they
    show us
    a quick
    pic of Tennessee..
    all bundled under the
    covers at home on their
    trusty smart phone..
    and i say..
    yes i am a
    writer and i’ve
    shared the face
    of Tennessee all
    around the world..
    and you know when
    he got sick and was
    all a bag-a-bones.. yes..
    he got well in part ’cause
    folks prayed for him around
    the world.. and so she said
    no wonder he has such a
    big ego.. i’ll have to
    see him
    online..
    meanwhile
    Katrina is puckering
    up mighty tight thinking
    OMG don’t YOU DARE
    GIVE THEM YOUR
    LINKS.. they
    ain’t ready
    for
    ALL OF
    THAT YET..
    and yes..
    i know
    better
    than THAT..
    most of the time
    what stays on Fred’s
    sites stays there
    way out
    of the
    flesh and blood
    world.. except for
    a few prized very open
    minded friends who
    can HANDLE IT
    ALL.. with
    NO
    FEAR..;)

  11. http://gigoid.me/2016/01/14/the-last-bus-to-procyon-iv/

    The most ironic part of church
    to me is the truth and liGht
    iS seen mostly after life..
    and over 2000 years ago..
    at least.. without change..
    That leaves a very wide
    gap
    of
    additional
    Truth and
    LiGht now..
    in fact
    it leaves all
    the truth and
    liGht out
    of
    Now..
    And that is
    just plain inane..
    However the reality is
    for so many years.. to
    stray from the past and
    future meant outcast from
    the tribe as whole then and
    potential starvation..
    misery..
    and suffering
    and even illusory
    nightmares now of a
    place off earth named
    hell.. so what better way
    to fix that than make hell
    now.. hell no.. no longer..
    Free is possible..
    when Now
    becomes
    REAL..
    and yes i still
    enjoy singing.. even
    if most people are too
    wrapped up in minds
    of worry to hold my
    hand during
    the so-called
    Lord’s prayer..
    the temptation
    to go to prison
    hell here is the
    worst
    temptation
    of all for at
    least
    now
    away
    from FREE..
    Yes.. the River
    Flows NOW..
    And glad to hear
    your relief of pain
    is still flowing free too..
    Friend gigoid.. what works
    works..
    now
    iN practice..:)

  12. https://thefeatheredsleep.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/spoke/comment-page-1/#comment-6896

    SMiLes.. when humans are free to express
    all tHeir Truth and LiGht
    the dArkest Rivers
    of false
    become
    paths to Truth..
    There is nothing
    kind about a road
    or an online
    avenue
    until inhabited
    by the SpiRit
    expresSinG
    H e A R t
    emoTioNs..
    senses..
    yes..
    SENsualiTies..
    in a miNd and
    boDy coming
    back to balanCe
    FREE.. now..
    these are the best
    of nows my friend as no
    longer the deep of us in
    River’s liGht are shut-out
    from surfacing
    to the
    Truth of Now..
    where ‘Priests’
    are ‘Pedophiles’
    and ‘Whores’
    are
    ‘Saints’..
    and dArk
    is finAlly cAlled
    out for what iT iS..
    whEre liGht
    breathes
    aGain..
    thefeatheredsleep..
    Not often when a name
    becomes the last
    line iN Dance
    of poeTry
    but then and
    now a name fits in..:)

  13. Katrina picks out and purchases
    a Yoda Case for my Mac Pro..
    but no.. the R2D2 Lunch Box..
    was far to minuscule to
    house the meals i et..
    i mean
    eat..
    And i betcha.. if
    i had her face and
    body.. i’d be much
    more popular.. by
    way of likes..
    both on
    FACEbook..
    and WordPress..
    but that’s OK..
    better to have
    true and
    tried
    friends..
    as the outlier
    among me..
    Anyway.. tonight
    is my 93rd Rave Dance
    Night celebration week..
    at Old Seville Quarter.. with
    all the cool.. college age folks..
    but first.. i gotta another blog
    post to make..
    at least one..
    titled..
    ‘Mountain
    Low
    Valley HiGh’..
    with more fun Dance
    photos added to this post..
    sometime around
    the wee hour
    of 3 am..
    on Friday
    Morning..
    so be
    back at
    least by then..
    with more more
    more stuff to add..:)

  14. https://omabdalrahmaan.wordpress.com/2016/01/07/a-vacation/

    https://omabdalrahmaan.wordpress.com/2016/01/14/the-sovereigntyسورة-الملك/

    Hi.. Sister Soheir.. so glad
    to see you back.. will now
    be reading and commenting
    on your next post soon.. my
    friend.. Hope you are doing
    great.. and happy you Love
    WordPress… as well..
    SMiLes My Friend..
    surely there is a hell
    and anyone who would
    harm one hair on the face
    of Allah that is all that is..
    with callous..
    will be in
    this hell..
    it is like
    a pool
    with
    no
    end
    or beinning..
    fire surrounds
    it where one hopes
    to reach the flames
    to end
    now..
    but there
    is no escape..
    or visit through
    a window on the
    other
    side
    of beginning
    and end now…

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