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Most all that arrives at my heARt now..
comes to print here..
now in only
approximation
of course
as words
will never come
close to equaling
God of Nature’s reality..
sure we can attempt to set
the world in concrete.. but
the world
is set
free in God
of Nature’s
SkeYes.. FREE..
Anyway.. i am so inspired
by people first and Nature
rest.. that often the headliners
of my next epic post come inspired
by words of others online..
but no.. of course online
is not all of life.
is it..
sure.. when one
scours the human environment
it is becoming more and more
it seems.. and E-world of
Humans instead
of Nature’s
touch to
six senses
of hearing.. seeing..
yes.. touch.. tasting
smelling.. and the new
science assessed 6th sense
of proprioception of where one’s
body is in distance and space
relative to the real
flesh and blood
Nature
balance
inside.. outside..
above.. so below
and all around..
sadly online
is really all about
seeing and hearing..
and that is not nearly what
life comprises when all intelligences
and the potential for many we do not even
recognize.. that truly exist now.. for only
some folks that expand their mindful
awarenesses into the realm of
art of being.. including
emotional intelligences
of infinite ways
of feeling emotions
along with the art of
movement or generally
dance and martial arts
that can be infinite too..
in scope and complexity
of what we can create to do
and not just be.. as stagnant
labels of human being..
hmm.. it seems so
many folks
wanna be
famous these
days.. without the
understanding of what that
wish would actually bring.. and
that is truly easy to see when one looks
at the problems of Hollywood stars.. Musicians
and all the other top dollar folks.. including Athletes
too.. who are the bringers of Sport now to tame a human
tribal way in safer activities than guns and nuclear bombs..
to the art of singing and dancing.. that inspire our inner emotions
to bring liGht into our life.. raising our SpiRit of emoTioNal HeARt
higher and higher in mirror neuron emotional contagion way
of affective empathy true.. where we feel more of life
both in senses and emoTioNs.. nuanced and
beautiful as they can be.. and sure this
includes sensuality/sexuality too..
as of course that is the driving
innate force of human
Nature survival
and all
animals
who
reproduce
to carry own on
this earth of tHeirs
and ours aLive for
more breathing
and existing
here on
this most
Beautiful terrestrial
plane.. at least where humans
are evolved to inhabit in their
innate skin of living breathing
homeostasis in animal way.. now..
One day if i keep going at this
rate i may write a novel of 40K words
or more.. just in stream of consciousness
writing BUT OH NO.. THAT AIN’T WHAT HUMANS ARE
STILL EVOLVED TO DO.. AND THERE IS A PRICE
FOR THAT I WILL PAY IN TERMS OF HEALTH OF
SITTING STILL NO MATTER HOW LONG I DANCE
AFTER I STAND UP.. AFTER 24 TO 48 HOURS
OF WRITING OR MORE..

SO STOP..

My body says no to that.. no matter how powerful
now the neurochemicals and neurohormones of human
potential in mind say GO GO GO.. GO GO GO.. now..
i have a rational mind that tales me.. stay stay stay..
at least long enough to retain
human balance in animal
homeostasis where
just to create
is not enough
and just to connect
online is not enough..
one must venture out into
the flesh world of Nature and
other Human Beings.. to fully Move..
Connect and Create as the God of Nature
evolves us still to be moving.. connecting
creating now.. more more more.. and away
from this new experiment of sitting still
and working in a virtual world so
far away from other
incredible human
intelligences
that are not
even being touched
at all when we sit here
online and waste them away
in human epigenetic potential
LOST LOST LOST.. YES. LOST..
HUMAN BEING DOWN THE
TOILET BOWL OF
ONLINE
ONLY..
HMM.. warning for me
yesterday.. is when i leaned
down with my left hand to sit
and rise from my Cadillac of office
chairs designed to sit for 8 hours
or more.. of plus 250 LB humans
with really thick chrome metal
arms.. Industrial style
in office as it were
before i broke
the dam left
arm of my chair off
again.. now.. granted i
do leg press half a ton twenty
five times.. and bicep curl over
200LBS easily with arms fully
employed at gym.. but still
it is the amount of time
of sitting in this
chair and getting
in and out of it..
that creates the wear
and tear to break a arm of
chrome thick metal steel.. two
times now in 6 months.. welded
by professionals last time.. scheduled
to get re-welded again now.. so yeah..
even though i dance around 166 miles
a month all around the public.. i must escape
this chair more during the day now of all hours..
and my cholesterol testing shows a rising issue
with that too.. as well as active blood pressure..
that is rising somewhat too.. the
bio-feedback is in.. i don’t
wanna end up like Moby
the Cat who just smiles..
loves.. and eats..
i must move like
a feral cat more..
to more fully connect
and create in the real
Flesh and Nature world Now..
So back to my other world of flesh and blood
now.. i suppose i continue to gain the status of
legend.. by what i do.. in dance.. instead of who
i am as Fred.. yes the dancing guy legend stories
continue to come in.. as two of the bathrooms are
broken at Old Seville Quarter last night with
a very long line to get to the urinals
of relief.. and as with most males..
no.. no words allowed
in bathrooms.. get
it.. get out and
that’s it..
but last night
was an exception as
a group of about 7 or 8 guys
wanted to know all about the history
and more of the so-called dancing
legend of P-cola Florida.. and
then when i was getting
ready to leave the
parking lot..
a dude getting
in his car spotted me.. runs
over and taps on the passenger
window of my car saying.. hey man can
i please get a selfie with you.. i’ve been
seeing you dance for like 6 years since i was
18 and have always wanted to meet you.. please..
please.. please.. hmm.. okay that’s how legends
and even myths about folks flow harder
as first it is one year.. two years.. of
dancing.. now 2 and a half.. and
someone else adds in
another three and
a half to make
it 6 years
of dancing
free and wild
and notable enough
to crave a selfie autograph
with said legend.. and anyway..
the prospect of fame.. is a sour taste
to me.. as that is the last place one can be
truly free.. and have fun.. and be noticed for what
they do.. instead of who they are.. so dancing legend
dancing guy of the P’cola metro area.. will continue to
be enough for me.. as i control the fanfare.. and no
one can close me in.. in a small box
of publicized fame..
and plus
i am a sacred
clown and or fool
overall as my current
assigned role in destiny
now.. and what i do.. to serve
the God of Nature is now between
God and me.. and no other frigging
employer.. so while some folks are working
hard for bucks.. for fame.. or the weekend
i am frigging working
ALL FOR NOW..
HOLDING NOTHING
BACK EXCEPT FOR THE
HINTS GOD GIVES ME ALL
INNATE.. INSTINCTUAL AND
INTUITIVE LIKE FRIGGING
BREAKING THE LEFT
ARM OF MY HEAVY
DUTY INDUSTRIAL
OFFICE CHAIR
FOR SITTING
STAGNATING
PER MOST SENSES
AND EMOTIONS OF HUMAN
BEING.. as yes.. i am only frigging
human and i get no special passes for
anything in life.. but it does feel good to have
both females and males now.. by the scores
when i go to the public dance hall.. hi-
five me and say the most common
phrase i hear
of
DUDE
YOU ARE
AWESOME..
and keep in mind
if one reads me before
very much.. that i once
was a shut-in in my home
for 66 months.. only escaping
in severe pain with shades on..
sitting in my car at Super-Walmart
wishing.. i could go in there and
just be a frigging participating
human being like
everyone else
in the world..
while Katrina
shops back then..
So now i dance
the Lesson and
Revelation of 66 months
of pain for me is Dance
SinG and
F in
work
for
NOW..
So.. just now returning to this
computer for this.. after Yellow
boy grabbed my arm with his sharp
claws while i was reviewing what
i did last night by way of current
‘Atlas Danced First’ Post..
as after several cloudy
and rainy days
he knows
and feels
where the place
he must be is at..
and that is on the
patio relaxing in both
shade and sun free..
as the Sun gives life
to us.. and to
avoid it
is to
wither
away too..
even for human
beings.. with all our
clothes and other illusions
of culture that set us so far
away from God’s Nature iN
uS as Wild And Free Beings
no better than another animal
of this earth.. but of course so far
removed and worse off than most wild
animals in ways of Nature in moving
connecting creating intelligences that
modern schools and standard IQ
rarely touch.. including
all sensory.. sensual
and emotional
intelligences
and the
Existential
one’s of connection
with the God of Nature
as well.. that are a synergy
of all above.. to create the whole
of uS to work for now.. with GOD
JUST
NOW..
i will be visiting dVerse
online Thursday themed link
about writing now directly
about images.. later after
i visit a few blogger friends
to get inspired about what they
are currently writing.. to add more
here.. but this time early.. i already
know and feel what the title
of this next post
will be.. yes..
‘WORKING FOR NOW’
WITHOUT hopes for fAMe
and money.. just for
working for now and
beinG pArt of
NoW.. Free
and Wild
as God of Nature
WiLL have Nature’s
Children Wild
and FREE
aLive
NOW..:)

1737

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/01/atlas-danced-first-free-verse-nude.html

Facebook Friend Rafiah says..

Nana Abu receiting and explaining Zarb e kaleem
is the greatest thing ever. It takes very special people
to understand the poetry of Allama Iqbal and it takes
even more special people with very
special heart to feel his poetry.

i say..

http://www.amiqbalpoetry.com/2012/11/the-morning-sun.html

i found this one about the Morning Sun..
and it certainly rings true to me..
as in the morning sun in
the specter of the
Forest behind
my back door..
of walls and ceilings..
all the answers of God
are there just waiting for
me to see and feel.. once
they come as one
wITh
me
as
Nature Free..
but no words can
truly contain this
free.. as contain
is prison and God’s
Nature lives free iN
uS when
Free and
WiLd as
the rest of Nature
of course.. all the
answers for God
above.. so below..
inside outside.. aLL
around us
Nature
FReED..:)

1889

Consistency.. the pill
for fear.. the
cure..
creativity
just doing
something
new..
hmm..
people get all
freaky when exposed
to something new.. unless
they themselves go down
the path
less driven
by others
in so
many ways..
some folks feel it their
duty of tradition and acceptance
to do it all the consistent way..
others
get
bored and
make a new path..
another human journey
unbundles unpacks
iN epigenetic
SpRing
a new human
way is born alive
so free.. now.. and
breezy.. the wind
of all directions become us.. now..
and yeah.. of course the man reason
that republicans push limits on
female reproduction..
along with
all other patriarchal
ways.. is fear of being
man.. and taking the full
responsibility of meeting the
demands of a woman truly free..
most men are terrified by truly free
women.. but many countries do not
allow truly free women
to be themselves
so they marry
disgruntled
and Nature gets
the final say.. as most
often.. when pregnant women
are disgruntled or forced into
institutional rape.. the
stress during
pregnancy
in hormonal
in-utero way..
just
creates more
weak males
or no
males
at all..
Nature gets her way
either by metaphor of
the womb
or timid
males..
and the cycle goes
on.. until women become
free enough to choose who
they want to freely procreate
with or not procreate at all..
and just
do other
creating
stuff.. to
help the species
survive.. but anyway.. the
cat is out of the cage.. there ain’t
no turning back now.. women
for the most
part are
becoming
FREER ALMOST
EVERYWHERE
WE
SPEAK..
sMiLes..
i Love Free Women
but.. no.. i ain’t scared..
’cause i am
a FREE
MAN
without
silly fears..
as i know and
feel what women
TRULY WANT..
TO BE
FREE
IS IT..
JUST FREE
LIKE US AND
ME.. SO FREE..:)

2195

SMiLes.. a great philosopher..
probably.. hundreds.. thousands..
and billions of ‘philosophers’ once
said.. then and now..
Love is never now
as strong as it is
when lost.. now..
Loving
now.. now..
is the greatest
Love.. as Loving
now.. now..
is never now..
lost tomorrow..
as now is tomorrow
too.. and yesterday doesn’t
matter when Love iS Loving Now..
In other words.. when Love is Lost
People pay attention to Love now..
Loving Now
solves that
problem now..
but Now.. now
iS the practice
of Love Now..
that counts
when now
successfully employed now
as a way of life.. now in other
words.. words are not enough..
Doing Love now.. is all that
truly counts now.. whether
remembered as now lost
or Loving
Now.. now..
continuAlly
now.. now. now..
anyWay.. Love
iS Strange
Love iS
Real
and Love
CAN BE..
ALwAYS NOW..:)

2336

Next stop now..
dVerse with
the direct
describing
imaging
prompt
from
Thursday..
time for
a few
and gym
calls
then..:)

ImagiNation..
visual images
created and remembered
in mind that some of us
can count on.. but some
of us.. as science and
others tale in
words alone..
are not
images
that they
can see with
eye’s mind
iN view..
Never a word
person myself until
recently as far as thinking
goes.. reading plenty but
visual images.. patterns.. are my forte.
Interestingly enough.. some folks
navigate the world in words of
guiding through
and for others
an iron cross
can take one farther
iN iMages than the longest
locomotive
words
known
as print..
so.. sure..i’m waiting
patiently for 6 to 99..
guaranteed to come..
as pictures tale more
words than mind
will
ever say..:)

*
Grey crawling ash bark
driving branches.. touching
skies.. rain calling..
Tree reaches up
now for Sun..
fAlling behind
clouds.. hope
rotting..
roots
SinG
back..
sky responds..
rains Free Sun..:)

*
Lillies.. Roses.. flowers
all.. color human
emotions.. petaLed
strong..
fading
falling
petals now
make room for
other colors
Life..:)

Trees of night
live liGht
in shadows
of greater
bright..
roots
dig
deep in
hidden life..:)

A skip and jump
out of sequential
order to Shawna’s
place before
it morphs
into
whom
ever’s
place..:)

Books dream
in carpet
hAirs
cat
snores..
Sun shines
out.. book
screams..:)

Back in sequential
order for now..

*
Facebook photos stagnaTinG
never changing profile
ways.. all days
change
picture
real now
and make
i what i is
now.. never
afraid
to be
now.. i..
wheRe aLL
now i KNow/FEEL
that matters.. now..:)

*
Beach Life.. after
glow.. washing away
all reminders on us
oF
earth..
iroNic..
dusTing
liFe now
iN ground..
uS.. oFF..:)

SUn sHades..
SuN BaThes..
CaT pAws
SinG
sUn
cLaws
sPlay
cAt
SmiLes
SuN WHoLe..:)

Eight is enough for now..
and sure.. regarding the
asterisks for places
where my longer
play was not
welcome
before..
some folks play
short and light..
some folks
play long
and hard..
others make rules
and try to fit others
in molds.. not everyone
can get the attention span
of JOB
until
they go
to hell.. and
learn a little
patience
in heaven
and learn how
to work long
and hard
to make
the best of
all that exists
as now.. so in other
words.. i could spend 30
seconds or so and do the
brevity thingie.. that is
the new twitter way
of most all
that comes
into human
minds now..
or go deeper
harder and have
a metaphorical
human orgasm
of now
always..
in UniVerse
of MiND.. Quantum
released and unleashed
to do more.. than 30
second poetry
here
and there..
pLeasing the
audience
of
brevity
theRe..:)

5:25 pm..
Anyway.. the truth
is.. after spending
almost always now
online during
my illness
from
November
26th.. 2010..
then.. until
July 22nd or
so of 2013..
rising up
on the
beach
and
dancing
real life again..
yeah.. the phoenix
thingy applies
specificAlly
here.. what
i learned
very well
in those
first
three years..
is online ain’t a
place to make real friends
in the touchy feely way of life..
no matter how hard one tries.. most
often.. although rare exceptions do
come here and now.. yeah.. i can
name.. maybe.. less than 20 out
of 100K or so.. compared
to thousands in
the real
fleshy
world
of past
and present..
where i can actuAlly
reach and touch folks
with eyes.. dance..
or song.. now..
yeah.. eYes
with shades
don’t really
do the trick
so dance.. SonG
and sMiLes must
suffice for now..
at least.. well..
anyway.. the flesh world
is where we meet friends most
often that last.. if we become
Superman online or cater to the
lowest common denominator we
can buy likes
and favorites
online..
but nah..
i can’t
play that shallow
game of life.. where i
never even dip into
the human
pARt
at aLL.. i
must dive
deeper..
and
skim
past the
shalLow
Life now..
i could make
100 links of poeTry
out of just one epic
post here.. but why
do a hundred
when
1 WiLL
do for
me at least..
brevity as epic
works for me..:)
5:31 pm…
Back at
11:34 pm..

Hmm.. one more
poem.. from Shawna..
didn’t see the link
before.. but read
it anyway.. before..
and blog gone now.
so i’ll skip to
that first..

Oh.. poem
connections
high.. low..
spreading out
and in.. writing
completely satisfying..:)

okay.. back in
sequential
order now..

Water flows
dePenDinG nOne..
flows Water..:)

SKating SpiRaLinG
ice cuts
pond
sheds
silver
duSt..:)

Rusty memories of paint
peeling off aluminum
anything.. scrape
paint.. and
peel again..
cycles
human
made
entropies..
rust or not..:)

Crystal moon..
Winter deLight
shining
briGhter
haze
Summer
Dreams..:)

SaiLinG.. air birds
taKing fliGht..
oars
roWing..
sunliGht
soaRing
hiGher
never
heaRinG
words at aLL..:)

Get an iMac
one’ll never
go back..
now so
confident
anYone wITh
computer problems
doesn’t have iMac..
Micro
soft..
bLues..:)

7 here..
now sleep..
12:29 pm
1302016..:)

Back at 8:33 am..
with 26 more to go..
to get all caught up!..;)

Iron of past
so secure and
true.. butterfly wings
say false.. all is change
and potential
new..:)

Oh my God..
that’s why i hate
form poetry.. it’s
like birthing the
same baby
over and
over again..
ad nauseam..
essence is cool..
now when Quantum
mind is unleashed
and released.. essence
free of prison form hell..;)

Side note here.. this is what
i love most about random
poeTry all over
online wherever
i go.. my mind
is a UniVerse
inside free
now when
unscathed by
limitations and
expectations of cultures
and others imprisoned by
what comes before.. now
don’t get me wrong
what comes before
is mighty cool..
but what
comes new..
that’s the REAL
MAGIC of Creativity..
and it dam sure don’t
come in paint by numbers
style alone.. Allone is
taking it all in
consideration..
from allthatis..
letting all
that go..
and
just floWing
the tides and
rivers.. streams
and oceans
in fields
of consciousness
both visible and
invisible to us
in planning
awareness
freer
in
mindful
awareness total..
human Quantum
miNd and boDy
iN balance
unleashed
and released
wheRe the new
stuff comes out
more and more
as nows
go
by..
yes.. truly
like a mind
orgasm it is..
where below
comes above..
with aLL
iN
synch..
hmm.. looking
for a song.. now
i feel the one
for this
segment
of
open
flow
Ocean
poeTry
FREE!..:)
Side note ends..

Canines.. oh.. so sharp
sinking.. SinKing
apex predator
so free..
short
hunts
grocery
store steak
captures blood..
flesh so rare and fat..;)

Oh.. the glory
oh.. the peace
iF IsiL sword
swingers
wILL
replace swords
with bats and
just
play
BALL!
instead
of human
heads.. ugh..
dum humans..
without tribal sports..;)

side note..
#dumhumans
side note ends..

sidenote begins again..
a very taling note on the
state of mindheart
of many poets..
online and
off.. is the
melancholy mostly
‘present’.. now..
and yes..
been theRe
and dOne
the dArk
pArt all
too bLack..
and understand
the hatred of joy..
and probably why my
happy parTy doesn’t get
too many melancholy poet
visits here.. with my
celebration of my
liFe iN
360 degrees
of supeRJOY
HERE..
anywWy
there was a
prompt on humor
at dVerse one time
and suddenly all the
creative minds went
blank as they
couldn’t
figure
out
how to
write about
the emotion
of human humor..
oh my GOD.. can’t ya
see anything.. ironic..
saracastic.. satirical
about the insanity of
the world we live
in.. where
some folks
make a man
an only God
man.. and others
make a man the last
prophet of the entire
trillions or so stars
of Universe.. with all
God’s other creatures
to bow down
before
these
two
folks.. message
from God.. where
words are just
symbols
and God
iS
so much
MORE IN ESSENCE
OF ALL THAT IS.. EVEN
iN THE TINY EYE OF A
HUMAN AIDED TELESCOPE
NOW.. HUMANS ARE
SOCIAL ANIMALS
MORE THAN
INTELLECTUAL
ANIMALS.. LET’S
FACE THE FACTS
AND AS YOU KnOW
AND i FEEL EMOTIONS
ARE PARAMOUNT TO
HUMAN HAPPINESS
AND SUCCESS
iN SOCIAL
LIFE..
but the problem
is humans are ignorant
of reality when it comes
to social acceptance.. they
will believe FUCKING ANYTHING
to be accepted by the tribe..
words are dangerous..
Love is real..
Common Sense
iS contagious
when humans
put tHeir
feeling and
thinKinG caps
on and get
unhosed
by lies
of the
past..
to control
and subjugate
humans through
illusory fears
and promises.. for
status.. power and
material gains.. to
collect enough subsistence
to make sure tHeir kiddies
get all the spoils and riches
of the raping and pillages of
someone else’s home of free..
but these are the psychopathic
leaning humans among us.
problem is getting
gullible
humans
to understand
the difference
between the God
of Nature Truth
and LiGhts that
each individual iS
gifted from birth
to discern verses
cold and psychopathic
leaning lies of F in
Control.. Freaks
after power..
spoils..
and
raping
someone
else for more..
including mother
earth as whole..
to F in
Kill
the whole
human
race
for selfish
purposes of
devil’s eyes…
side note ends
again.. for now..;)

It’s surprising i have
any friends at all..
as i refuse
to lie
to God
or me
or anyone
else.. as what
i for one am here
for is to spread
truth and liGht
no matter
how un
comfortable
it may be
to hear
and absorb
but the truth
is the truth
and liGht
WiLL set
ya free
in God’s
Kingdom
of heaven
iN aLL oF
God’s Nature
manifest iN uS
for Now.. the first
step to freedom iS
escaping the lies of
the past.. and then
creating something
new with God’s
gift of moving
connecting and
creating for God’s
children once again
free and wild
unshackled
from
lies
of before..
the golden
age of knoWinG
Truth and LiGht
of God of Nature
that is hear now..
for those who listen
to aLL those iN the
kNow and Feel of
THAT..
IT’S ALL OVER
CULTURE.. FOR THE ONE’S
WHO DARE TO GO THERE.. POP
MUSICIANS.. AND OTHER ARTISTS
GET IT.. SPREAD IT.. AND ARE
JUST WAITING FOR
SOMEONE
TO
GET IT
TOO..
JUST TO
BE NICE..
AS THEY ALREADY
GOT IT.. AND JUST
WANNA SHARE TO ALLOW
OTHER FOLKS PASSAGE
TO
HEAVEN
NOW..
sadly that
freedom terrifies
some folks enough
where they
are willing
to kill other
folks and remain
now in hell instead
of going to heaven
now.. ignorance
iS insanity..
bliss
iS kNowledge
and feeLinG
of what iS
REAL AS
TRUTH
AND
LIgHt
for each
human to individuAlly
discern with the gift
of eYes from God aLL
innate.. instinctual
and intuitive living
as God inside
uS Now!
juSt
Now!..:)
yeah.. sidenotes
come in particles
waves and fields
of three
iN OCEAN
TRUE AND
LIGHT
AS
WELL..
FOR now gOne..:)

Human boarded homes..
floors old.. human
old in age.. but
still new in feat
of young.. where
55 year old
floors
will
crash
to earth
from 55 year
old feats of
feet still groWinG
Stronger with God’s
relative free wIll
gifted iN uS.. we
come crashing
ahead
with
new
liGht
of Strength
and Love for Joy’s truth..:)

Another quick side note..
A Poetry ‘professor’ once
visited me and phrased
her guidance first
with i don’t
wanna rain on
your party BUT..
first clue she
ain’t happy
and i am..
and then she
says.. more than
14 lines must be
single spaced
according
to ‘THE
RULES’ of
poetry and
ya.. got
too much emoTion
going on here.. and
haha.. i’m thinking..
hey baby.. if ya ever
go to hell and get out
ya will understand and
FEEL THIS MUCH AND
DO THIS
MUCH TOO..
WITHOUT SIDE
WALKS OF HUMAN
BEINGS TO TAKE
YA BACK TO
CONCRETE
HELL..
lesson learned
for me.. lesson
feeling for others
likely still coming
in God’s GREAT NOW..:)
yes it was quick.. took
30 seconds to type
it.. might take
more than
a minute
to read iT
though..;)
side note ends again..
and the pARty stays ONE!..:)

Bright eyed peaches
desKing miNd/boDy
heArts
creativity
@school..
cogs now
machines
@work..
prey
hoping
one now
peach wiLL
stop rotting
and ripe again..
moving.. connecting
creating fruition aLive..:)

yeah.. another side note..
leaving school with
three degrees..
briGht eYed
and busy
talEd..
waiting
to create
a world.. ugh..
job prospects
outside of
office
work
few..
minimum wage
liGht in Military
Government Bowling
Center work.. meet
100k or so flesh
and blood humans
over around two
decades..
each human
a UniVerse
within of
experience
to know and
feel.. all those
interactions treasure
UniVerse Whole of meNow..
UniVersity of Bowling
Two decades almost
spent.. greaTest
education
ever for
a human
now..
and then theRe
was/iS gym.. and dance
hall.. beach and all the
other churches and
Universities
of God’s
Nature
True in
liGht of
all Natural
prowess of strength..
human.. art and wisdom
true in liGht for then
and alWays
now..
it’s the
pARt ya take
with ya so far
away from work
of machine and
textbooks
of school..
if i am a FKing
genius it is more
because of the humans
in the Bowling Alley
than any school
or actual
technical
work
i’ve
ever
done.. the
human heARt says
more than any other
art of science now..
experience of wisdom
and love.. in Truth
and liGht is
the way
that
keeps
giVing
inFinity
NOW alWays..:)
and side note
ends again..;)

um..
plums
are not
enough..
bers..;)

pAint on paint off..
was off wAx on..
art iS iN
new
strOkes
bRushing ‘fences..
fenCinG sWords..:)

side note..
#iMFkINGbriGht ..;)
ends stARts..

back to dVerse
now..

*
Imagery poeTry
iS kinda nice
but iF there
ain’t no
deeper
meaning..
i’d rather
iMagine wITh eYes..
Nature iS better
but i’ll
settle
4
crisp
clean
iPhone6S
photo(s)..
ugh.. words
without
deeper
meaning..
just concrete..
more or less to me..
but sure.. concrete
status.. great.. for
metaphor
scare..:)

sidenote.. yep..
Seriously.. the challenge
is as old as humanity
now.. MOST always
the conservative
natures against
the liberal natures
of uS.. some see
concrete.. some
see metaphors..
some afraid
of naked
some
unclothed..
bottom line
is some scaRed
some fearless..
i WONE..fearless
and liberal MInD
AND BOdY FREE
BALANCE..
now.. fish
out of
conservative
poetry schools
online.. the little
nippy bully fishies
bit at me.. until
i said F it..
yes.. Fred it..
i am
free..
naked..
liberal.
OPEN MIND
AND BODY
BALANCed..
wiLd hUman
SO FREE AGAIN!
side note
ends..;)

yeah.. sure..
i’m preAching
to the choir
oF me..
but iT
iS me
that liVes
so free and wiLd..:)
side notex2ends
again..

Essence
oF tea
Feels..:)

side note..
(:..this is the
most boring
prompt of
all.. FOR
A naturAlly
visual
THiN
KinG
person
like me
but..oh..
challenge
so GREAT!.;)

Seriously.. some
folks navigate
the world with
words.. and
do not
see images
like some
of the rest
of us.. DO..
namely
the liberal
among us over
conservative
iN ways
of
seeing
more iN
life.. iT
iS challenge
of Nature
continUinG
as uS..
iN Us..
spectrum..
variety..
of challenge
and ease in flow
of images.. words..
senses.. sensualities..
feelings.. and so much MORE!..:)
side note ends..

*
Ah.. so many guidelines..
books.. and other online
help guides for publishing
books.. oh.. so much brown
nosing.. to get another
look.. so many
empty
platitudes
to stroke egos
to get another
like and another
look.. oh the
world of
commercials
has invaded
poeTry land..
thanks God..
i am
free and
not a
shallow
point
of that..
in online bricks..
of wall that has
no escape
but more
brown
nosing
to go..
but still..
oh.. you inspire
me so.. as i am
working for now..!
and no FKing
pubFishing
print..;)!

another note..
Anonymous AsteRisk
poeTry inspiration
is so dam cool..
as ya can
say what
eva’ ya
want
and
not worry
about butt
hurtt sore
folks..;)
[/giggle}:

FloWeRed
earth
tRagic
pot…

Asphalt
humans..
road
play
prey
road kill
spells
hU
man
dooms…

Houses fade
in Summer Sun
pyramids
fall
to
Star dust..
Birds play
alive
in
Tree homes..
knowledge
feels
lives
free..:)

Ghost homes
on dimly lit
streets..
waiting
for
soUls
to enter
again..:)

liFe Door..
never ceaSing..
now
open
asKing
onenowforever
more
everfornowone..:)

Book signed by
Pope.. XPriest
Grandfather’s
Book.. Yellow
Boy sits
atop
book..
wife
says
scram..
i say..
if Yellow
Boy is not
that book
there is no
God but pages
in a book.. that’s
a parable my friend
and more than
simple
imagery
reServed
for now..:)

Meaning and Purpose
iN sacred fishing
boat of liFe..
Sacred aLL
aLL fish
caught..
Virgin
or
Not.. sMiles..:)

(:..yeah.. that’s
a parAble.. 2..;)

ALLuRe oF innocence
pInk petaLed
floWers noW
oF yoUth
aLiVe..
never
gro
WinG
cOlder
spiRit
floWinG
FreEr NOw..:)

Ugh.. money
pit homes..
remind uS..
tenants
upon rent
Home Earth..:)

Ah.. i guess you accidentAlly
lInked your first one as the
second one in the
lIink page..
but at least
one person
found the
new one
and now me
too.. hmm..
funny how
easy most
folks give up
these days..
lesSon of
JOB goes
a long way
to search a little
longer for success.. but
anyWay.. back to the
current one..
yeah.. potatoes
can be boring
but they
sure
do fill
up tummies
more than
colorful
fruits
and veggies..
potatoes.. always
the common man
staple.. of life..
so filling
and feeling too
in comfort food way..
and humans are like
that too.. it is often
the brown paper
bag humans
that touch
us the
most
on sidewalk
streets.. at least
those of us with
brown
paper
heaRts
my friend..
Victoria..
stores no cOld..:)

Note.. i went on a little
longer here than
usual..
as i predict
there will
be no
plastic
bags
to follow..;)

Old homes
across tracks
of trains..
where
porches
live.. extincting
being human..
AC rules..:)

WeLL.. my friEnd
almost at the
end Lynn..
i wrote
37 poems
to get here
and it was
worth it
just to see
the shape of
your snow
drift
words..
now on to
39 as the sNow
of me
drifts
oN..;)

P.S..
Poe
Try
Hob
by
that
never
ends..
free..
easy
peacey
breezey
wiNds..
forty
iS juSt
anotHeR
one oF
mY favorite
numBers to
eNd anD beGiN aGaiN..:)

OMG..! thanks so much!
i keep hoping to remember
to change the year and
a half blades out
on my
2 0 1 4
Honda
Civic
EX
Coupe..
aLL Blue
Onyx..
with
raindrop
smears
blocKing
storm View..
ha! maybe
you saved
my life..
with
juSt
aN
iMageRy
poem..;)

Well.. that
makes a total
of 40 with the
double hit on
Lynn’s poem..
and of course
OG.. more
with all
my side
note poems
including this
one.. hehe..
poetry done
now.. for
dVerse forms
until Monday..
more writing to come..
but it’s now to get out
in the flesh and blood
world.. and
DANCE BABY
DANCE FREE
OF INK AND PENS
AND HARDWARE TOO..;)

12:123 pm..
1302016
yeah.. God
rewards me by
the hoUr
foR
noW..;)

A tear
of freedom
is aLL iT takes…

Yes.. it took precisely
230 minutes to complete
this last segment..;)

5476

Hi.. gigoid.. thanks for coming by..
just back from working out.. and
sleep will be coming soon for me too..
enjoy your recharge.. i plan a full
night of sleep as well..
compared to last
night of dance..
for sure..:)

5516

Work-out shirt photo..
SpRinG back again..
coming this weekend
warm is always
possible
in North
Florida
way
of
change..:)

5535

From Google Plus..
Victoria says..
I enjoy your poetic
comments.
Thank you Freddie.

i say..

SMiLes..
you are always
welcome Victoria..:)

i say now..

#alwayslearningsmalltalk ..;)

5560

SMiLes.. friend gigoid..
Nature Kills
Nature Loves..
Nature Laughs
Nature Plays
Nature Purrs
Nature Creates
an inFinite numBer
of poems through human
too.. Emotional Intelligences
Number IQ.. Moving Art
of Dance.. Ballet
and Martial Arts
too..
more we
gAiN more
oUr relatively
infiniTe human
potenTial intelligences
the more one sees God
aS magiC
cenTeRed
iN bEinG
and balanCe
liVinG iS As Us..
but true iT seems
theRe are the chosen
ones.. who figure thiS
out by choosing
themselves
and finding
God
iN
Center
play moVinG
connecTinG
creaTinG
repeaTinG
iN no necessary
order.. expand for more..
Some UniVerses keep
expanding some fAll
back.. but my my
to have
some
choices
iS maGic
iN
deed
for what
iS credible
for MAgic
God
iN
aS
uS..
God or NatUre
makes no difference
the maGiC iS thE sAMe
when experienced asOne..
Been to both places now..
one iS a concrete boX
iN liFe.. tHe otheRs
hAve no
liMits
aLiVe..
now..
as ART..
and that’s
all theRe is.. is
now.. any
way..
for now..
Zombie Apocalypse
or alive in moving
connecting and
creating
ways
as GOD
now iN aS uS..
Nature sounds so
much prettier and uglier too..
but no one ever said God iS FAir
or knowledgeAble or perfect
except iN illusions
of huMan
eYes..
that see
perfect
when
perfect
is heLL..
below the
practice oF
tApEsTrY noWaRt..;)

SMiLes.. AlWays a pleaSure to visit
here in all the free floWing
work you do to
add Truth and
liGht
iN ways oF
ancient and modern Love
and Wisdom.. there just
ain’t nothing like
iT most
other
places
i go.. my friend..
so yes.. a treaSure
remains
here..
for now..:)

#notalwayslearningsmalltalk ..;)

5835

Hi Friend Zee.. all essence of Art..
Human heArt.. iN SpiRit reAching
out to Grow.. not folLow..
and that is mostly
the problem with
school and work..
maKinG humans
now into
computers..
cogs in machines
to suit society and
now basic
subsistence
needs.. it’s
a scary
thOught
trUly not
to have
the time to
a write a poem
in a month’s demand
of school or work.. or
painting either.. as deliGhtfuL
iN color and dArk oF umbrella
sHade from colors iN liFe
as you paint ‘above’
my friend..
but sure
i wandered the
desert of no creativity
from age 13 to 53.. with
little respite from a culture
demanding me to be
more machine
than human
now then..
the metaphors
for the Matrix
and Terminator
series of movies
are no myth
they are
real
now.. prophet
movies of wheRe
humans are now..
then too.. but more
so.. so much more so
now.. until we escape
the science of culture
and are
just free
again..
to move..
connect
and create..
as that is what
eliminates the
black umbrella
of culture
that
covers
the colors
of the wind
that paint
so beautifuLLy
when free flows uS..:)

6027

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/01/29/significance-of-human-being/

From
last
year..
sTill
applicable now
tommorownow
as well.. of course..;)

6039

Haha.. Shawna..
you know that song..
you light up my life..
you light up my
brain.. brains
of a feather
stick togetHer..
but i’m not gonna
say it
like
it was
orginAlly
statEd..
heheR..
as usual…
Yeah.. this Innate
Autism and Bi-Polar
stuff is really hard when
one is in mainstream
society..
but haha!
when free
it’s super
hero
stuff..
but more
like legend
not being afraid
to JUST BE ME..
man.. i wish you could
be just you.. in the flesh life
as you do it OH SO WELL.. ONLINE..
and that’s where i starTed
so let it be written
so let it
be done..
i made myself
into a mythical creature
first.. and i manifest as
the dancing
guy in
real life..
and the martial
arts dude.. and
the dude that
presses
half a ton
with his legs..
DREAMS COME TRUE..
all i wanted in life was
friends.. and i feel
like i have a few
plus my wife
now..
so mission fully
accomplished..
dancing and
poeTry
is just
icing
that made
the cake come true..
Love you friend..
i’m glad
you
came
my way..
and now off to
visit your blog
with my
fingers
crossed
that it
stays
there by
the now i get there
now.. so off to Shawna’s place..:)

6253

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pineal_gland

OMG..! Shawna..!
one of my
favorite
subjects..
my
pineal
gland..
and for folks
who don’t know/FEEL iT..
that’s in the upper head..
yes.. as you kNow.. cut and
paste coming for thiS.. hehe..
and DMT.. OMGx2.. the
spirit molecule
isS alwWys
riSinG me
uP when i
sinG and dance..
some folks get
easier access
and i got
some
at 21..
and now i have
an all natural prescription
focused more by new electronic
music and trance dance HIGHER
AND HIGHER.. without substance
drugs.. and seriously
most everynow i dance
i have folks begging
me for whatever
i’m on.. and
i just tale
’em dance
baby.. 166.66
miles a month
and you can
have this
alWays
now too..
A dancer moving
with savage grace
like dancing girls
in ancient Egypt am i..
and hell yah.. males did
it more than women..
back when
being
naturAlly
hiGh
was the
iN FEELinG
to do to connect
God oF allthatis
ONE ONE ONE..
LIKE YESHUA…
sure he danced almost
as much as me.. or more..
in the desert sands of balance
my friend.. where each gRain
of sand
iS UniVerse
to dance on
hiGher and
hiGher with
eYes oF God..
if i could bottle what
i feel like inside.. when i dance
so free and wild.. i could make
a trillion dollars and feed all the
poor.. and give everyone..
a home for free..
and no i wouldn’t
seLL iT..
i would just
give it free to the
billionaires..
as a practice
of life.. and
then they
could see
that heaven
iS iNside and
notFKING iN
A DOLLAR
BILL..
and
give
theiR
spare
dollars
aWay!
sMiLes
so hiGh
and a John
Denver SonG
comes to mind..
i Loved his movies..
by the way.. about God
being George Burns..
and being
John’s
best friend..

it’s hard to prove
you see God to
folks who
Can’t
FEEL
GOD
ALL
INSIDE..
OUTSIDE..
ABOVE..
SO BELOW
AND ALL AROUND
BUT IT IS THE REAL
DEAL THAT OUR ANCESTORS
KNEW AND FELT WHEN THEY
danced under the moonlit
fires of night
naked
togEtHer and
FREE.. ’till some
one came.. and
told ’em you are
crazy
God iS
a word
and not
iN ONE
and all
around the
dance of liFe
iNTruth and LiGht..
Thanks for the
GOD PROMPT!
wITh spiRit
Molecule
fully in
tow.. as
i just got
back from
danCinG
12 miles..
my friEnd
Shawna..
aGaiN!..:)

Dance on.. Shawna Baby..
And Keep your Angel WinGs on..
Yeah. that song We Could Be Heroes..
By Tove Lo.. Doing the Nike Victory Dance..
All the way home.. Baby.. And
yes.. reference ‘these’ very
pretty car selfies.. Car selfies
are so cool.. yes.. again..
while parking of course..
And speaking of
Angels.. so true.. you never
age.. just like my wife.. and more
homework coming
here..

http://keithsneuroblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/autism-gender-defiant-disorder.html

Yes.. per this link.. Androgynous
folks on the Autism Spectrum..
on the so-called
higher
functioning
end like you
and me.. yeah..
sure.. know you
haven’t been
diagnosed
but hmm..
yeah.. i’m almost
totAlly sure.. we both
have the ‘Angel disease’..
hehe.. as
the research
above shows that
folks with this so-called
YOUTH disorder have higher
levels of DHEA.. well into
older ages.. compared
to control groups..
so yeah..
perhaps we
are Angels in
a metaphorical way
of course.. as higher
levels of this does
keep ya
younger..
Baby Shawna..
yeah.. that’s wheRe
i got the Baby pArt
from.. ’cause
ya never
age..
since
around
’98.. forever
twenty-one
and all
that
stuff!..;)

Anyway.. enjoy
the homework.. if
only i didn’t talk so
dam fast.. and scattered..
i probably would have ended
up being a real teacher
instead
of an
Internet
PHilosopher
and all of THAT..;)

AND.. IF ya wanna know
more about Autism now
and Androgyny.. truly
a fascinating subject
on its own merit too..
here is another
link here..

http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=215625

Back.. in my scientist only days
at the Wrong Planet before..

(back when i was metaphorical
Lucifer too.. in that place
called metaphorical
Hell.. An Angel of
LiGht.. WhO
took
a permanent
vacation from
HELL.. last
Summer..;)

Yes.. and before..
i became a full
fledged
Poet
Philosopher
in blog way..
yup.. and i bet
ya like the topic
of serial killing too..
just a hunch based on
one of your favorite
movies..

http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=218916

Yup.. some of the topics i authored on the Wrong Planet
out of my 8005 posts and around 8 million words
there are still top Google search results
based on topic
name..

i get around..
hehe..;)
with
different
aliases..
THAT one
is Aghogday..
and haha.. like you
my friend..
there
are
MANY
MANY
MORE..
from the past..
but now i keep
with the same
one..
as i’ve
got stuff
to say
for
the
ages..
now..:)

And also ‘nuTher
side note
here..

Aghogday..
back in its popular
days.. used to bring
up the result Aghori
too.. on Google..

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aghori

Yup.. the left handed path..
and the dark side and
all of that..
Anyway.. ya
probably have
some nursing
to do.. imagine
if we met face to
face.. we would
talk for days..
and
wear
our
brains out..
yeah.. probably
good that you
erase your
blogs..
’cause
i can
be A FRIGGING
EXHAUSTING
HEADACHE
LIKE MY
WIFE
SAYS..
and part of the
reason that my online
activities are her
REALLY
BIG
HEADACHE
PILL.. for
brain
relief
from
ME!..
heHEX2..;)

But see that’s the thing..
with DHEA.. my
brain never
ages
AND KEEPS
GROwING
LIKE
FREDINSTEIN’S
MONSTER!..
And i keep
getting
faster and
stronger..
and etc.. etc..
yeah.. kinda like
the modern
Prometheus
movie.. now..
Frankenstein..
only difference
between me and
other folks with
Bi-Polar and
D E L U S I O N S
oF G R A Nduer..
i can prove
my
SHIT..
ONLINE..
WITH LiNKS
HEHEx3.. AGAiN!…;)

And yes.. obtw..
When i was 13 the
cashier at McDonald’s
called me Miss.. as
i was super
androgynous
then.. as hard
as that may be
to believe now..
but i was
slowly
aging
reaching
full maturity
at age 53.. like
the comic book
super hero..
Hell Boy..
with
me
born
on
6660..
the rabbit hole
keeps getting
deeper huh..
see ya later..
‘Alice’..;)

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HeLLo.. Friend gigoid..
Life is only as good
as the moment
is full
of Life..
To feel the
moment iS
to Live LIFE!
hmm.. words..
words.. words..
words..
SUCK..
Dance.. dance..
dance.. dance..
dance..
MOVES..
i dance
words
and MOvE
ON..
NOW..
dance
MOVES WORDS…
Writing in a way to
stay iN the Now..
alWays verb
vs.. yester
day’s
noun..
Hmm.. lesson lEarned..
to worship a man or idea
of yesternow.. is NOT to
move forWard..
whether
it is
a word
or a man
named
GOD…
As a participant observer
Anthropologist i study
it aLL
iN
PerSon.. and when i
visit Catholic Church this
morning.. there will be much
talk about 2 to 3.5K years
ago.. and little
talk or
ACTION
ABOUT NOW..
MOST PEOPLE..
will be nodding off..
or dazed and confused
or just plain bored.. and
leave wrong after they
receive the magical
bread and wine..
thinking that
will get
’em a
free ticket
to heaven
after all
their
stress
is gone..
as D E A D..
Man that’s sad..
they just hide the
truth of what Jesus was
really saying about heaven
being now.. and the fact that
human potential was groWinG
and not siNking forever into
the past of one human
being.. myth
and man..
but here’s the deal..
FEAR IS THE DEAL.. tHEDEVIL..
THEY JUST CANNOT HANDLE
THE TRUTH AND LIGHT THAT
ALL THAT IS IS NOW AND NO
OTHER NOW BUT NOW..
AND TO PRACTICE
A PERFECT
PRACTICE
OF FEELING
AND FILLING THE
MOMENT OF NOW..
is as close to FiN heaven
as they will ever see
or FEEL
NOW
JUST
NOW..
and that was also
the message of the
Luke 17:21 reported
words of a man named
Yeshua.. and OMG yes..
so many other philosophers
poets.. and sitting on a rock
thinkers of Universal Truth
and liGht.. meanwhile
a man hangs on a
wall with
or without
a cross..
and
people
kneel
to him..
hoping with
all their heart for
heaven after life and
to meet the man then..
when.. all he was truly
reported to say is
ya find it..
within
and work
from theRe..
it’s all about
‘ME’ getting
iT correct
now..
iN any
hUman heARt..
SpiRit expreSsinG
emoTioNaL BoDy
miND Balance
SoUl..
NoW
JUST
NOW..
as much oF
Truth and LiGht
wE CAN be for
NOW never
ending
NOW..
And yes.. the flesh dance
of Life works excellent to
bRinG noW hiGher and
hiGher iN BliSs..
ever RinGinG
True iN everY
ceLL beLow
and aBove..
in our miNd and
BoDy balanCinG
SoUl.. Working
for NOW..
just
NOW
aLL
aRound!..:)

7692

Shirt of ‘yesterday’..
says.. PLEASE DON’T
MAKE ME DO STUFF…

NOw-Typical..
after Church..
sweet.. shy..
photo of
wife..
with super
confident
husband..;)

Attempting
to teach the
Man of Steel..
a little flexibility
iN Moving Dance..
however he is now
accustomed
to flying,,
so he
iS having
difficulty
on terrestrial
Land.. moving
iN SpiRaLs
practiCinG
balance
but not
giving
uPoNa
lesSon
plan
yet..;)

7754

Another visit
At Shawna’s
place and
she provides
this SonG.. noW..

i say..

i can never gEt
enough oF
church
under
the milky
way.. now..
sMiLes.. ageless
timeless.. juSt now..:)

And now to spRinG board
off that thought.. church today..
iS most excellent as iT sPeaKs to
Love as a Universal human
emoTioN above aLL other
human FoRce oF emoTioNaL
bEinG..
and iT iS..
as to live wITh
Love.. to lose the
ability to either give
iT or receive iN positive
feeling.. F E E L I N G..
NOT JUST A WORD..
F E E L I N G..
iS THE lesson of
a liFe of what iS important
iN liFe.. vs.. what iS shalLow..
without the mEat of Love..
iN HeARt.. expresSinG
SpiRit oF Love..
iN miNd
and BoDy
BalanCinG
SoUl..
alWays
now..
And to kNow and
FeeL.. so many other
human bEinGs have
lost tHeir capacity
and ability
to both
give
and receive
the FEELING
of hUman Love
that speLLs
empathy
and sympathy
both feeLinG
and ExpresSinG
FREEly as Flow
of Love
NOW..
My church
iS Love..
My Savior
iS Love..
My God
iS Love..
and that
iS all i need
to feel iS
LOVE..
All positive
Flow of energy
always now..
wheRe the
Love
Muscle
iS alWays
getting
WorKed
Stronger
juST
NoW
aS
LOVE..:)

And Speaking of
Truth and LiGht..
the Monsignor
Catholic Priest
Mike.. shaRed
the Cherokee two
Wolf Story to illustrate
how we exercise our Love
Muscle by feeding iT beautiful
wolf ways instead of ugly
wolf ways..
iN the Video
i’ve often used
on this blog
before..
as iT
iS true
one must make
the intended conscious
effort of self to feed the
wolf of Hope and Love
rather than the wolf
of Fear
and
Hate..
and
associated
pro or con
S O C I A L
emoTioNs now
wHere we move
toward liGht or
DArk.. basEd
oN oUr relative
Free WiLL.. to feed
the liGht wolf
over
dArk
wolf
now..
AnyWay.. i’ll end with
the video oF topic..
as iT’s worth
watching
and reading
through.. as a
UniVersal Bible
of Indian Wisdom
oF Love.. iN Truth
and LiGht oF
BEinG
HUman..
and OMG..
‘thiS’ bLog post
iS getting lonG!..
time to publish
soon!..;)

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  1. SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid..
    never now a need to apologize
    for not having time to respond
    to all my
    torrent of
    words in flow
    and cou
    rage..
    as well..
    For me it is the inspiration
    that counts.. and friends of
    course.. i never expect
    anyone to
    float
    in the boat
    i do now.. as my
    river’s path
    is different
    of course
    than most..
    or haha..
    all perhaps..
    SMiLes again..
    as of course aLL our
    journeys and paths
    are ‘IEP Individual
    Education Plans’
    provided
    by both
    the God of
    Nature iN iNnate
    iNstinct and iNtuition..
    and OMGx2.. a culture..
    school.. and work.. spoon-fed
    to us from almost now when oUr
    eYes meet liGht in delivery room
    of birth in culture.. now.. recently
    i used the old Cherokee Indian
    Chief’s Wisdom of feeding
    the two wolfs of human
    Fear and Hate..
    opposed to
    Love and Hope..
    but surely even though
    Love is All i Need.. challenge
    of Cou
    rage pArt
    of Love iS a
    necessary pArt
    of Life for balance..
    and the tale of
    three cats
    who live(d)
    in my home..
    Arthur.. the first..
    20 years-old at death..
    inside outside neighborhood
    Noble Alpha cat.. never getting
    injured in a fiGht.. with no being
    he ever bowed down to in
    life other than
    free as he..
    wITh wiLd
    cAll of THE
    God of Nature
    wheRe he found his
    own answers in life..
    of course with the
    partial assistance
    of human made
    culture.. now..
    for a guaranteed
    and subsidized meal..
    when the hunting was low..
    but the fact is he kept the
    challenge of life for survival
    and moved steadily from
    fast to slow.. to
    his last
    day of
    life.. when too
    weak to meet
    the challenge
    wandering into
    the woods.. to go
    back to the dust of Nature
    and yes.. as Karma goes
    to feed the
    birds
    in his
    last hurrah..
    doing life his way..
    Yellow Boy.. all feral..
    on his last leg of difficulty
    iN finding a meal..
    down to
    single
    digit
    LBS.. when
    he came out of
    the woods and cried
    under our shed.. gaining
    predictable subsistence..
    and a new found
    respect for
    human
    beings..
    his friends
    from the brick
    caves who altruistically
    provided a bowl of
    life sustaining
    tender
    vittles
    and Love of
    Course.. as the
    wiLd boy who only
    knew the fight of life
    and comfort in his own
    arms and paws..
    gained
    the
    comfort of
    human warmth
    to the belly of my
    wife.. and lap..
    that became
    the mother’s
    milk
    of life
    once again..
    born to the paws
    of Love before
    the hunt
    and
    play
    of life
    takes
    over..
    Yellow Boy will never
    lose the call of the Wild
    and even after ‘the operation’
    as muscular and power
    flows from before..
    THE EPIGENETIC
    POTENTIAL OF CAT
    WILD STAYS
    IN PLACE..
    same as human
    when more fully
    challenged
    in the
    cou
    RAGE
    of life..
    And Moby the human
    among the cats.. adopted
    by us from down the street
    neighbors at three years
    old.. baby allergic.. cat
    goes.. to us.. spoon-fed
    from birth.. with only Love
    as the requirement
    of his ages..
    job done
    well on
    Love..
    but job
    on couRAGe
    not pArt of his
    Human
    culture
    functionally
    disabling instruction
    of life.. can i blame him
    now for his diabetes.. for
    his crippling weakness and
    arthritis in flesh and
    bones of walk.. at
    age 10.. nah..
    the enemy
    is also
    Love
    in his
    case.. and this
    same sitting comfort
    in human’s case..
    Love is like oxygen
    to quote ‘that
    band’ you get
    too much.. you get
    too high.. not
    enough
    and
    ya
    gonna
    die.. in life
    at least.. but
    without
    the
    cou
    Rage of
    Life.. suffeRinG
    iS and Misery iS the
    eventual pitfall and
    stumble to a shorter
    life in weakness and pain..
    As always a balance.. iS the
    answer to life.. Finding the balance
    iS a challenge of a lifetime for most
    folks now.. but i for
    one PROVE
    IT’S POSSIBLE..
    and what works for
    me may not work at
    all in terms of dance
    and all arts for others…
    that’s the complicated
    pARt.. theRe
    are no
    same
    answers
    to the questions
    of life.. The search
    for balance..
    iS
    a
    me Art
    of NOW..
    but sure.. we
    at least share our
    stories now of what
    works.. and perhaps
    helpful hints wiLL spark
    the life of others
    iN
    Balance
    as well..
    Anyway.. our challenge
    today.. my wife and i..
    was finding a lid
    to a plastic
    container
    at Target
    that was low
    enough where Moby
    can climb over the edge
    for a litter box.. with
    continued
    diminished
    use of his legs
    a complication
    of both Diabetes
    and Cat Arthritis..
    and medicine
    is no longer
    meeting
    the
    challenge
    alone.. now
    Humans have
    a choice to move
    early to avoid this
    premature fate
    in Wheel
    Chair carts
    at Super-Walmart..
    but sadly culture
    says
    sit
    still boys
    and girls
    and do
    not F
    in Fidget
    in your seats..
    at work.. at school..
    at home.. and now
    stuck to screens
    as a self-fulfilling
    prophecy.. that
    even i fall
    to.. too
    often
    now..
    that i must
    balance even with
    166.66 miles of
    dance walking
    a month..
    as sitting
    still is scientifically
    proven now.. as bad
    as smoking cigarettes
    for degenerative
    human
    health..
    So i came down
    from the Mountain
    and not only said
    let’s dance in
    Church
    i actually
    F
    iN
    show
    Ed
    ’em
    how
    to do iT..
    i make a bigger
    impact on healing
    in the real world..
    as reading
    me.. now..
    can encourage
    folks to sit more
    and more and more..
    but i must at least
    leave a record
    of what
    i lEarn(ed)
    as yes.. it is
    possible to both
    move.. and use
    a smARt phone
    but OMG
    not in A
    car! oN
    FOOT iN
    AN OPEN
    FIELD OF LIfE..
    OFF OF SIDEWALKS
    OF HUMAN MADE HELL..
    i can show ’em A way..
    but i cannot
    make
    them
    drink
    from A
    Chalice
    iNArtFuLFlowNoW
    oF Human Dance..
    Holding Hands with
    the God of Nature
    and All others
    once
    again..
    as a tribe
    oF FREE DANCE..
    And a Springboard from
    that comment to here..

    http://gigoid.me/2016/02/01/popcorn-delivery-on-tuesday-only/

    SMiLes my FriEnd..
    yes.. in the end
    now and the
    beginning
    now.. iT
    aLL comes
    down now to
    the Politics
    of SEX..
    Oh.. the balance.. oh
    the culture.. oh the
    FiN Insanity of
    an originAlly
    scores of thousands
    of years.. foRager then
    human being.. wHere
    Sharing was the law
    and selfishly
    collecting
    was forbidden..
    and The Semen
    of Life was sacred and
    sharing sex was the
    way to human
    peace no less
    than Bonobos
    do today..
    and nah..
    not just my
    roving opinion..
    A Science studied
    phenomenon in a
    ground breaking
    book study
    named
    ‘Sex
    AT Dawn’
    free reading
    for me at
    the B and A
    Bookstore now
    yesterday.. only confirming
    what i for one know and feel
    as truth and liGht now.. both from
    studying the Nature of Humans
    and Bonobos in the wiLd..
    now our closest primate
    cousins.. and only one
    who shares
    the missionary
    position of sex..
    oral sex..
    and
    yes..
    French Bonobo
    tongue kissing as well..
    and same sex female
    genital rubbing and
    males swording
    their public parts..
    and while some folks may
    be saying disgusting.. bull
    shit.. the only reason animals
    lick the parts of others like
    these bonobos..
    is to feel the
    other animals
    pleasure
    through mirror
    neurons.. oxytocin
    receptors.. and in general
    the emotional contagion
    of human
    empathy/
    sympathy
    all imPaSsIONed..
    for the hunting.. gatheRinG
    and shaRinG of Life.. reducing
    all agression.. violence.. warring..
    while the ignorant psychopathic
    leaning folks in Iran.. cover up
    adulteresses to their head
    for maximum
    suffering
    and misery
    for torture
    in stoning
    to death..
    these really smart
    humans didn’t just
    have single or only
    double parent families..
    they had up to double
    digit and more fathers
    where the Semen and
    educational nourishment
    of more than one father in
    the ways of the forage of life..
    was seen as a positive way of
    sharing the Holy Semen as a
    sacred sacrament of Life.. instead
    of nasty disgusting.. humans now.. who use
    it as a violent tool of defacement of women..
    to share the dark.. of owning women and collecting
    them as no more than cars with moving parts
    to keep in garages..
    or all covered
    up in clothes..
    with
    owner
    ship
    papers..
    But of course the real
    insanity is huge populations
    of humans in desolate areas
    of the earth with few
    natural resources
    and harsh
    weather
    conditions..
    not really
    safe
    for
    human survival..
    where tools.. become the
    functional disability of life..
    making humans softer..
    softer..
    weaker
    until
    a Life
    of Moby
    becomes
    tHeir fate..
    and to add greater
    misery and suffering to
    the torture.. they are spoon
    fed shovels of mental stress..
    in sitting still positions.. enduring
    the tension and somatic pains
    of degenerative
    stress..
    until
    a slow
    burn of
    early death
    is the final
    fate
    of
    Life..
    Anyway.. as i said
    before.. there are no easy
    answers.. and again as stated
    over and over iN ‘this’ blog.. social
    acceptance iS a vital instinct for
    human survival in tribal
    ways.. and
    whatever insanity
    to accommodate a
    land of few resources
    and harsh environmental
    conditions.. is the spoon-fed
    rule of life in cultures.. or religions
    or whatever metal chalice that
    holds the rules
    of humans
    for enough
    insanity
    in order
    to at least
    survive long enough
    to reproduce folks
    into the same
    insane
    cycle
    of human
    life again..
    if i was born in another
    country.. or not retired now
    from disability and challenge
    meeting that challenge and doing
    all of this now.. my boat could still
    be pain and suffering..
    but i found a
    river out
    of the
    dead
    sea
    and am
    still traveling
    upstream
    in heaven
    now.. NOW..
    but yeah.. still
    writing way too
    much.. and sitting
    still way too much..
    and that is my problem
    too.. a self-fulfilling sacrifice
    as well.. in attempting to do
    everything i can to help
    other folks
    out of
    cultural
    and religious
    hells.. so sure
    a price for Love..
    a price of cou
    Rage..
    a price
    for free
    D O M
    and the
    ANSWER
    AS ALWAYS
    iS BALANCE..
    SO.. now.. sand dance
    with clouds and Sun iN Nature
    for me.. to connect back out of
    faux life to real life in
    flesh
    and blood
    FredLand..:)

    And yes PS.. then and now..
    the Beatles ARE prophets
    of the God of Nature..
    Make
    Love Not
    War.. Peace
    Baby and no
    need to imagine
    Heaven when it is
    NOW.. just now..
    in a warm
    embrace
    all naked
    dancing around
    a moonlit campfire
    of niGht.. with other Human
    Beings with the SPark of God
    living from head to toe.. and
    yes.. like.. LIKE one should much
    more now.. for peace and
    bliss from tip
    of Penis
    to the
    Bottom
    Floor of Vagina..
    truly.. ULtiMateLy..
    The truth and liGht
    Feels Good.. God lives
    in US.. and PleaSure
    after
    Cou
    Rage
    iS God’s
    Way of Reward
    and Balance..
    and that’s
    how we
    show
    God a
    Good time
    with ways of action
    and consequence also
    known as just doing
    Good Karma
    now..
    Good
    Karma equals
    Pleasure after
    struggle.. to show
    God a bad time..
    is the
    way to
    hell now..
    there is NO
    ESCAPING THE
    GOD OF NATURE
    EVER NEVER
    NOW..
    SinG a
    Joyful SonG
    of God in Blood
    Sweat and Tears
    in Smiles and Laughs
    or go to
    the other
    place
    away
    from liGht
    iN the
    dArk
    of eternal
    hell now..
    just
    now
    in REAL
    LIFE NOW..
    GOD IS REAL..
    HEAVEN IS
    REAL
    AND HELL
    IS REAL NOW..
    and people do have
    A GREAT DEAL! of relative
    free WiLL to get TO
    the liGht
    place
    with
    a
    little help
    as alWays..
    now from
    FRIeNDS..:)

    SMiLes.. my friend..
    Challenge and Change
    iS both the dArk
    and spice of
    life.. as
    well as
    liGht
    and yes..
    a little/lot of both
    for me.. currently
    too.. my friend
    Gigoid.. but
    trust
    lives
    Me..
    Love..
    as WeLLiT..:)

  2. i had a science teacher
    aha.. her name
    sounded
    like Ms.
    RaNew..
    but hmm..
    sure spelled
    differently then..
    i think now..
    but she told
    us a story
    about
    taking the TV
    out in the Yard and
    Shooting the F iN
    thing as it was
    ROTTING HER
    WHOLE FAMILY’S
    BRAIN.. hmm.. i saw
    the family.. don’t think
    they moved their body
    that much.. but she did
    comment to a boy i knew
    named Roger that Roger
    means sit up straight or
    you will be bent
    forever
    little
    boy..
    hmm.. yeah..
    she was eccentric..
    and that’s why i remember
    her.. as STRANGE GETS
    NOTICED.. FOR FUN
    OR SCAREY
    TOO..
    SO anyway
    on the tale end
    of the Beatles Song
    up there.. with Ringo
    and Paul Singing CosmicAlly
    Conscious by inspiration
    of Indian Guru and all
    of that.. yes.. when
    we dance and sing..
    in trance like mind away
    from problem solving.. the
    Truth and liGht of mind
    and body balance
    as part
    of our
    genetic
    shared memory
    with all of creation
    since the point of whatever
    is that still ends and begins
    with now.. iS a REAL DEAL
    OF RELATIVE FREE WILL
    TOO.. that science is
    stArting to shed
    some liGht
    on too..
    but i ain’t
    got time for
    the slow.. clunky..
    step one step
    this and
    that
    worm
    process of Science
    Art iS FULL SPEED AHEAD
    OF ME.. AND MAGIC IS REAL
    WHEN YA KNOW AND FEEL
    MORE ABOUT GOD
    THAN CHURCH
    AND
    SCIENCE
    ALONE.. at least
    what it has to offer
    for now.. overall.. although
    many helpful hints along the
    IEP.. way of course
    for now..
    and the way
    now takes me
    to dVerse to respond
    to a few poems.. for
    Monday Haibun with
    Fredbun special
    micropoetic
    expressions
    from me as
    usual..
    and then escape
    finAlly out into the
    GREAT OUTDOORS
    OF GOD’S COUNTRY…
    AS WALLS OF SCREENS
    AND CONCRETE.. CAN
    BE SO DAM
    CONFINING
    WITHIN
    THE REALM
    OF WAY LESS
    THAN
    RENEW
    POTENTIAL..
    but back to the
    beginning of the
    story this scream
    of computer will
    F
    iN
    Rot my
    Body if
    i do not
    MOVE BABY
    MOVE AWAY
    FROM iT SOOn
    and frigGinG MORE
    IN THE FUTURE NOW..:)

    SO LET THAT BE WRITTEN
    SO LET THAT BE DONE..
    IN FACT I’M GOING
    OUTSIDE
    NOW
    COSMICALLY
    CONSCIOUS
    BEFORE
    I LOWER
    MY
    CONSCIOUSNESS
    DOWN TO COMING
    BACK HERE
    AGAIN..
    AND
    ATTEMPT
    TO RAISE IT
    AGAIN.. iN approximation
    of these metaphors named
    human symbols
    of reality
    named
    words..:)

  3. Side note stARts..
    Yeah.. i went on to
    dVerse now..
    couldn’t
    pass this
    concrete
    thought
    iN form
    oF FloWer..
    side note ends..

    Concrete form humans
    meadow violet floWers
    Dividing Nature
    and tools..
    where
    fools
    tread iN
    concrete from
    Violet Nature deliGht..

    Flower soft
    truth
    Concrete dead

    side note again..
    now outside
    away from
    dead
    for me..:)

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    A skip over
    to Facebook
    Friend.. Suzanne’s
    Link.. for now..

    Superman/Batman..
    Nowborn Superman
    Nature Free Streams
    FloWinG under
    Angst.. now..
    Batman
    bridges
    born
    riches..
    gaining
    best tools
    weapons
    maKinG
    Laws
    Orders
    concrete now..
    oh.. so.. predictable..
    safe.. Yes.. oRder now
    DArk.. Freedom LiGht..
    Cape FreeDom..
    mAsk
    Order..
    BAtman
    dArk pArt..
    employ
    tools..
    B out..
    Atman Truth liGht..
    dArk Balance Order
    Truth too.. Batman
    Science.. Superman
    hEArts Freedom Now…

    Atman Balance
    he ArTs..
    Superman way..:)

    now back to
    Sequential order..

    Bridge.. concrete passage
    way over living stream..
    paths infinite..
    bridge one..
    Stream
    flows..
    Bridge
    sTiLL

    Single file
    human
    Bridge now..:)

    *
    Center stage
    work plays
    Love down..
    under tunnels
    tear drop windows
    buses move on without Love..

    Hope moving
    Buses
    Moving Love..:)

    *
    Harried Lives.. sLow
    cook.. of stress iN
    hell.. Train
    Windows
    reflecting
    Faces.. inner
    Brain.. UniVerse
    uS deeper reflecting…

    Train tracks
    now
    deeper ThInk..:)

    *
    Streams now
    Bridge past
    concrete memories
    stay same.. now
    pasSinG.. now
    Streams..
    pass now..
    same stay
    memories
    concrete
    past bridge
    now Streams..

    No Escape
    Now
    Screams..:)

    Males.. sTill often preconceived
    predators.. when they are
    just in man mode..
    So true..
    how cultures
    since the Agriculture
    age have made
    this fiction
    reality
    change and
    balance back
    to egalitarianism
    where chosen
    froZen..
    ones’
    become
    allnoW free..
    coMing stronGer..

    theaTer
    naMed aLL
    Earth..:)

    Exquisite RAnDom beaUty
    MeadoWed WiLd FloWers
    SinG SonG.. VioLet.. noW
    LiFe.. aLways chanGinG
    never set onconcrete
    wAll.. floWers… Now

    TaPestry
    ALL
    NAture…:)

    SonG oF JFK.. then..
    lOnely Mother.. ’63..
    two children.. Yes..
    Valor glory way..
    lOnely stone
    cut bridge
    life streams
    on.. SonG
    oF mY
    mother..
    then too..
    lonEly
    woman..
    father worship
    by three year
    old boy..
    one sister..
    Doesn’t
    matter..
    Mother
    won’t
    work..
    Father.. No..
    wants Money..
    leaves early..
    Son lEarns..
    never care
    about
    money..
    Father
    dies..
    some
    money and
    little heARt
    then.. at 81..
    Son Lives
    wITh Tons
    More..
    reGains
    hEart..
    lesSon
    lEarned…

    Hi.. Daddy..
    meeK
    InHeRiT aLL..;)

    SPend heARt..
    save
    MoNey..;)

    lesSon multiPLies
    iNow
    HeARt/MOney..;)

    NoW
    True
    StorY…;)

    Thanks Daddy..
    smALL
    iNheRiT
    aLL nOW
    HEaRT
    LESsON..:)

    All Caught up
    to nine total..
    slow day at dVerse..
    workout comes.. food..
    and my new
    show
    Lucifer
    after that..
    and back
    to here..
    yeah..
    the
    other
    place..
    then..;)

    5:07 pm…
    oH BoY.. now..
    SPrinG fever
    coming soon..
    still dayliGht
    and creativity
    does grow
    wITh liGht
    of ME..:)

  4. BB-8.. is a rather strange..
    Droid.. as he or she or
    whatever BB-8 is..
    seems to express
    complex emotions..
    quite a change from
    the rather predictable
    R2D2.. of 1977..
    fast forward..
    some 38 years
    and Evolution
    Orange is upon us..
    iN sacred balance..
    of the middle chakra..
    per food and sex..
    and feeling a
    wide range
    of emotions..
    but i must say
    i am a lot blue
    today too..
    and enough
    of that hear..
    more about it
    on my blog
    later..
    sadly
    already
    enough….
    Rewind.. somewhere
    around the Winter of 2006..
    i never could have a cat inside
    as my allergies.. so severe to cats
    closed up my sinuses and throat
    to the point i could not breathe..
    i suppose the first time i lost
    my ability to Love.. was
    when my Dog Charlie
    my only friend
    in middle
    school.. outside
    of family.. passing
    by the Tennis Court
    in school bus.. saw him
    on the side of the road..
    beyond my ability
    to take
    one
    more hurt
    in heart.. as almost
    everyone told me i did
    not deserve to exist then..
    except for him outside of family..
    no more dogs for me.. it hurt too much..
    and so wanted to love and be loved
    in return by a girl friend.. one comes
    at 18 leaves.. at 19 on a dance
    floor while the EW&F song
    After the Love is Gone..
    is playing..
    and she
    says sorry
    i don’t love
    you anymore..
    crushed again..
    but the dog i Love
    is still alive.. and there
    is nothing still I can do
    to bring her back..
    alive
    or not..
    i suppose it
    is part of the
    Autism Thingy..
    emotions so strong
    and nuanced and complicated
    that ya just have to find a way
    to shut them off.. not understanding
    that shutting them off.. is the worst
    thing a person can do.. and
    writing is such a blessing
    now to process grief..
    when my Father
    died in
    2014.. and
    a month later
    our 20 year
    old cat
    Arthur..
    and i borrowed
    this song from friend
    Shawna.. a few weeks ago
    petting my cat Moby..
    coming to the reality
    that we probably only
    had a few weeks left
    with him.. as
    he was progressively
    getting weaker and
    weaker from
    Diabetes..
    to the
    point today..
    after returning from
    working out.. where
    Wife Katrina tells me
    he no longer can
    control his bladder
    and can barely lift him
    self up off
    the floor..
    still managing
    to Love and purr..
    through all his weakness
    and pain.. with no complaints
    really to tale us of how bad
    he feels throughout his
    body.. anyway.. we
    would love to
    hold on to
    him longer..
    but with animals
    modern medicine is
    kind.. there is not a requirement
    for severe suffering as animals
    can naturally go.. easy
    into the peace
    of night..
    only knowing
    living.. never suffering
    too much.. and never
    truly knowing the
    reality of
    death either..
    other than
    escape from
    misery and suffering..
    so yes.. we said our
    goodbyes tonight..
    and tomorow
    will be the last
    goodbye.. too..
    and i suppose
    this song will
    be our song..
    and whenever
    i need to cry for the
    grief i will be able to
    play it to bring the tears
    again.. tears for Love
    is never having
    to say we
    are sorry..
    and the first day
    i saw Moby looking at me
    through our neighbor’s window
    i said to myself.. what a furry grey
    Lovable Looking cat.. and later i saw
    him in a bright red Winter Sweater outside..
    and said man i wish so much i could have
    a cat like him inside to love all the time if
    only my allergies would go away..
    well when God took my emotions
    away.. God took my allergies
    away to cats as well..
    so one day
    Moby arrived
    on our porch..
    back in late 2008
    around three years
    old then.. he with no
    front claws had been
    kicked out of home
    ’cause a new baby
    was allergic
    to him.. then..
    he found refuge
    at our home..
    and the
    neighbors
    allowed us
    to adopt him..
    and he and Arthur
    became inside cats..
    with Moby only inside..
    just Loving me all he could
    and me finally being able
    to feel that Love
    some years
    later returning it..
    when we had to
    put another beloved cat..
    Sunny Boy down.. the son
    of Yellow Boy injured by another
    cat around the block.. finding out
    he had Kitty Aids at the Vet..
    such a hard decision that
    was in April of 2013..
    but finally a tear..
    that made me
    feel stronger
    inside than
    five years
    to that point..
    finally a tear
    that led to my
    recovery.. along with
    poetry writing.. and eventually
    dance.. to bring emotions all
    back and stronger than
    ever before..
    Now Love is
    mine to give.. and i have
    enough to give to many
    more cats in my
    life and humans
    too..
    come
    what
    may..
    Yeah.. and anyone
    who says that God doesn’t
    exist.. has never met God
    like i have… as today when
    we were going to have our
    last full day with
    Moby.. those
    neighbors
    passed us
    twice in Target..
    speaking to us..
    in our last ditch
    effort to find a litter
    box as plastic lid from a
    storage container that
    Moby might
    be able
    to lift himself
    into.. we didn’t have
    the heart to tale them
    what was happening to
    their beloved
    cat from
    before..
    perhaps we
    should have
    given them
    one more
    chance
    to see him..
    but perhaps
    that was God
    just telling
    me God has
    God’s hand
    on my
    shoulder
    letting me
    know God
    is still here
    for me.. to hold
    my hand.. come
    what
    may
    still
    forever
    now.. NOW..
    anyway i WiLL
    change my life for
    the even better iN
    memory of Moby.. like
    all other darkness has
    brought victory of liGht
    to me.. with 100% faith..
    hope and belief iN
    God even in
    the dArkest
    hell when
    i could
    feel none
    of God
    then…
    Yes.. God does
    work in mysterious
    ways for those who
    truly wanna
    find
    ’em..
    it’s
    a choice
    of relative
    free will WITH GOD
    BEYOND ALLIMAGINATION
    OF SCIENCE.. HAS SCIENCE
    HAS
    ZERO
    IMAGINATION..
    AND HUMANS
    ARE TRULY
    MAGIC
    FULLY
    EMPLOYED
    BY GOD..
    NO MATTER
    WHAT ThEir MISSION
    iS iN THIs LIFE.. AND FOR
    ME IF i HAD TO i WOULD BE
    THE
    DEVIL
    FOR GOD..
    THAT’S FAITH…
    AND YES.. PER
    THE NEW SHOW
    LUCIFER..
    THE REAL
    METAPHOR
    FOR THE
    DEVIL..
    iS ONE
    WHO EVENLY
    DISTRIBUTES
    KARMA.. NOW
    IN HELPING
    GOD
    SET
    THE RECORD
    STRAIGHT..
    BUT IN
    MOST
    HUMANS
    THE REAL DEVIL IS FEAR..
    oF LIVNG FREELY NOW..:)

  5. http://theoceanisgrey.blogspot.com/2016/01/not-to-worry-no-longer-in-motion.html

    Quick visit
    to Shawna’s
    place.. and
    then some
    sleep…

    OMG..
    you
    ARE
    sTill
    here..
    a record
    and i’m
    sad..
    have to
    take Moby
    to his last
    visit at the
    vet tomorrow
    so say a prayer..
    my friend..
    for cats
    in
    heaven..:)

  6. Well.. most every visit
    to the vet is a trauma for
    Moby.. terrified he was to
    visit a vet.. and the feral animal
    in him.. came out in a defiant display
    of cat power.. with growls as deep
    as most small Lions..
    but today.. he was
    calm for his last visit
    and Loving to the end..
    and Love is the gift of some
    cats like Moby.. that gives from
    beginning to
    last
    breath
    of God’s
    gift of cat..
    and sure i did my
    crying and so did Katrina..
    and now i have something to
    do with my emotions instead of
    repressing them all bottled inside..
    i can dance.. i can listen to the sad
    songs that remind me of Moby
    and cry tears for the
    beauty of his love
    i miss.. and
    then i can
    reflect better
    on cats of the past
    who i loved so much too..
    and my dog Charlie.. and
    increase the size of my heArt
    even greater to hug my wife
    and other folks too..
    and speaking of
    cats and
    Growing
    Grinch
    sized heARts
    into ten or more sizes
    bigger than before..
    for my own
    reference
    and Love
    my first couple
    of posts associated
    with Sunny Boy as i was
    trying so hard to come out
    of emotional numbness iN liFe..
    then a story about Oreo.. the
    6LB cat that attacked Sunny
    Boy that led to his demise
    and my first tear
    in five years
    and the
    rebirth
    of my heARt
    SpiRit and SoUl
    so alive eventually
    in July of 2013..
    where really
    even though
    so much suffering
    came from that fight
    including true death
    of a beloved cat..
    the savior of
    a sOul
    can
    originate
    in the silver
    lining of dArk
    acts of
    Nature
    as well..
    so sure.. the
    world is black and
    white.. and grey
    but the
    colors
    briGhtest
    of Life can arise
    from the dArkest
    bLack of Life
    where
    daRk
    is
    an
    ARk
    to liGht..
    with additional posts
    coming in memorial
    of my father
    and cat
    Arthur
    that
    Summer
    of 2014..
    and
    now
    ‘Paws
    of Love’
    to close this post
    out now.. in Memorial
    of Beloved Moby..
    a cat who also
    helped
    me hang
    in there for
    five years
    with the
    suicide
    disease..
    type two trigeminal
    Neuralgia.. and there
    are the celebrations of life
    that still exist.. ranging from
    my Sister’s Biopsy that came
    out okay yesterday.. to selling
    my father’s estate last week
    and finally having the
    opportunity
    to become
    more
    debt
    free..
    in paper
    work ways..
    and what a gift
    writing is to be able
    to memorialize all
    the emotions..
    losses..
    and gains
    of life.. but
    to be able to
    fully experience
    emotions ranging
    from dArk to liGht
    and expresSinG them period
    iS the elixir of life that
    keeps us moving
    free and
    powerful
    as God’s
    trUly
    liGht
    creatures
    as humans can be..
    Where the Sun of uS
    are our rAys of Love that
    reach out as far as imagination
    and creativity will take them.. and
    also enhanced by the robots.. and
    scientists of life.. from Gates.. to Jobs
    to my iphone6s.. that is even powerful
    enough to
    open
    up
    my brain
    and hEart..
    forever.. relatively..
    in human terms of
    servers online and
    phones strong
    enough
    and
    patient
    enough
    to hEar me..
    sMiLes.. i wouldn’t
    wanna be anything but
    human.. and a Kat too..:)
    And for memories (lInked)
    sake.. memories now from
    the past.. and a particularly
    human one.. named
    Autistic
    Love
    Letters..
    that truly
    led to my
    awakening
    as a human being
    with several mystical
    posts coming after that..
    where human archetypes
    ranging from numbers to
    soUl came to liGht after..
    then.. and
    what has
    eventually
    led to
    ALL
    of
    this..
    NOW..:)

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/03/katie-miaaghogday-my-perspective-on-life.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/03/challenging-alexithymia-with-music.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-divine-comedy-autism-and-alexithymia.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/04/goodbye-sunny-boy.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/06/visiting-garden-of-band-aid.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/06/autistic-love-letters.html

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/07/oreo-meaning-of-life.html

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/05/22/in-memory-of-my-father-first-fred/

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/06/13/celebrating-first-fred-fathers-life-in-memorium/

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/06/30/true-friends-never-pass-away/

    And no.. i didn’t
    write 10K to 40K or even
    50K posts then like
    my first free verse
    poetry
    Novel
    linked
    here weighing
    in at 41,133
    words for
    main post
    with around
    10K or
    so more
    words
    in comments
    section to make
    over 50K words
    in this one..

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/12/26/godsuniversenovel/

    but i did a 6K or so word
    post named
    Revelation
    66.. that
    Brian Miler
    Called the Mother
    of all Blog posts..

    http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/2013/07/revelation-66.html

    and that
    Mother
    had many
    giant children
    eventually
    hehe..
    like
    Jack
    in the
    Bean
    Stalk
    BrinGinG
    them down
    from the clouds…

    Anyway.. the point is..
    (:..PERHAPS NOVEL..
    IF i DON’T PUT
    THE BRAKES
    ON SOON..;)
    the human heARt iS
    a muscle of imagination..
    creativity.. and most of ALL
    feeLinG.. when expresSinG
    that fEElinG as SpiRit in writinG..
    dancinG and
    even martial
    arts And more
    ARTS! to SHAKE!
    IT ALL OFF!
    in a miNd
    and BoDy
    BalanCinG
    SoUl.. now..
    AND FEEL
    iT MORE
    AND MORE
    AGAiN..!
    iN SpiRit
    oF EmoTion..
    True..Love is the
    Muscle and LiGht
    both courage and
    kind that i wanna
    exercise more and
    more.. and yes.. sure.. share
    and yes.. i have craZy Love..
    as Love iS as Love does…
    iN my case
    iT iS
    EXxtremeLy
    ZEALOUS
    LOVE.. AND
    i ain’t the
    first one
    TO
    LOVE
    LIKE THIS..
    AS IT IS
    THE
    GREATEST
    iN AND OuT
    THING TO DO OF ALL..
    but perhaps you have
    to go to the
    dARkest
    place of
    All to Love
    the Most.. so
    if i signed up
    for that pARt..
    i guess i wasn’t
    reAlly crazy after
    all iS said and done
    to get here iN the
    Heaven oF
    Love iN
    Cou
    Rage
    and
    KiNd
    now!..
    So yeah.. sure
    they talk about the
    Singularity iN terms
    of uploading intellect
    as machine and
    hUman online..
    but no..
    that is not
    a Singularity
    that is only half
    a brain and body
    less than human
    as robot being..
    the real BB-8..
    is as inFiniTy
    standing
    tall
    now
    8.. wHere
    folks have been
    uploading tHeir greater
    intelligence of Arts in
    human emoTioNs
    eXpResSing
    that SpiRit
    of HeARt
    iN miNd
    and BoDy
    balanCinG from
    the first dance
    naked around
    campfires of
    moonlit
    nights
    wildly
    wiTh beats
    of drums..
    and recorded
    in that first cave
    painting and more..
    as a record of our
    soUl comes
    collective
    consciousness
    iN more than intellect
    and science iN ways
    of hEart and aRT
    Alive stiLL
    now
    iN media
    of uS
    that stays
    alive for
    others to share
    for generations and
    generations now.. as
    there is much to learn
    butt.. by God.. THERE
    IS MORE
    TO FEEL
    ALIVE..
    AND
    SHARING
    THE REAL
    GIFT OF
    BEING
    HUMAN..
    THE GREATEST
    GIFT OF LOVE iN
    COURAGE AND KIND..
    YES.. MOBY iS A VERY
    INSPIRAtiOnAL CAT
    AND ALL WHO
    INSpiRE ME
    LIVE oN
    iN
    my Art
    of Human
    Being.. both
    flesh
    and
    media
    as iS
    NOW
    and
    then.. ALiVe..
    iN eYes oF Me..:)

  7. Rafiah
    provides
    a quote
    from the
    Kuran that
    says..

    “2:152 – Surah Al-Baqarah

    So.. remember me
    and i will
    remember
    you..
    and be
    thankful
    to me..
    and be
    not
    ungrateful
    to me…”

    And i
    say..

    ..:)

    But first i say
    all the rest
    of the
    above
    and
    more..
    wInks..

    And then i say..

    HoldinG aLL
    iN liFe.. dArk
    and liGht
    iS to
    hold
    God
    iN oUr
    hAnds JuSt
    NOW Free
    and WiLd
    as wE
    SpiRits
    of God
    can bE N0W..:)

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