Star Seeds Friend Son of Godzilla

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Hi Shawna.. nice to see you headlining
my next epic post here again..
as haha.. i have real
human issues today..
and actually behind
the reciprocating
of writing back
to folks today..
so yes..
proof..
i am
just human
when faced
with human
issues of life..
but the good news
is.. i am alive and well
and Moby is out of his
misery and suffering..
and there are still
plenty of people
to Love in
this world
friend..
like
friends
like you and
gigoid..and Rafiah..
my Monsignor Mike
Priest from Church..
Cortney.. Chelsea..
Soheir.. Imran..
and all the other
family members
as friends and
family who
are the
Star Children
who group around
me for now.. just for
fun.. sMiles..
and yes..
i like the
name Lee..
my first Girl
friend Sonia’s
middle name
was Sonia Lee..
and she had a lot
of kids and nursed
a lot too i’m sure..
memories..
more
memories
friend..
the
stuff of life
that make us breathe
more.. more.. Love..:)

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

Hi gigoid.. thanks for stopping
by and see.. once i gained
some real world
issues to deal
with.. you
even beat
me to comment
here before i am
still getting around
to your new post
today.. and yes..
the heArt
is an
endless
organ
iN
symphony
of Love..
as long as
we play heArts
all the other heARts
alive and passing..
are one
with
us..
my friend..
as every living
and inanimate
creation has
a spirit
that the
sensitive
of us can feel
as real or as memory
REAL.. iN the touch
and FeeL
oF Loving
liGht
Life
NOW…:)

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Ha.. i do that too..
reading in a
high brow
accent..
it’s like i’ve
always been
born somewhere
proper.. and you
are on a real roll..
Shawna baby..
your poeTry
is all hEated
up..
i am like
totAlly
exhausted
but will be
by tomorrow
for catch up
on dVerse..
if you
keep
hanging..
high and low
here for now..:)

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Well.. my favorite Springboard today..
gigoid.. iS Jung’s Instinct for Play..
Cat Arthur never
stopped the play
for hunt until
his last
play of
instinct
to settle life
in the woods at
age 20.. Yellow
Boy.. faces the moment
inside still with the play
of tools.. like
prey
available..
made as such
from us.. plastic
rodents.. etc..
And i for one
play everynow
from head to
toe.. in feeLinG
Life free enough to
FeeL.. iT aLL now..
WiLL iS instinct
when properly
driven..
like a finely
tuned human
Ferrari.. practice..
practice.. practice..
biofeedback of body
wIth miNd.. and potential
iS practically limitless
in terms
oF
Human..:)

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Facebook Friend Rafiah provides
the following link.. illustrating
25 global wedding dress
traditions..

http://www.techinsider.io/wedding-dresses-from-around-the-world-2016-1?

And i say..

Katrina wore an ivory skirt
and Navy Blue shirt..
i wore a Navy Blue suit..:)

Rafiah says..

I want to see the picture
please. wink emoticon

i say..

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Coming in
my next blog post..
Promise..smile emoticon
Ha! And you already saw it
at this post as you commented
on the post.. And i found it with
Google.. Of course..wink emoticon

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/04/19/22886/

i continue to say..

Hehe.. It’s even in the
thumbnail photo..wink
emoticon

#ilikegoogle

#soulsearchgoogle

Rafiah says..

#ilikeyouandkat

Yes, I remember the photo.
You two look absolutely adorable.
Both of you look like a
teenage couple on
your wedding. ha ha
#iloveBBQtoo wink emoticon

i say..

Part of that iS literally true..
Katrina was 19 when we married with
me months away from 30.. And honestly
inside i feel much younger than i did then..
As now i dance instead of jog.. For health
AND Well being..smile emoticon
#iLoveBBQandRAfiah2

Hmm.. and this bRinGs me to
my next thought here.. yes.. again..
uploading one’s soul on the Internet
with the robot tools.. of human
science scribes.. like Google
for our free perusal..
i’ve posted
a total of
703 blog
posts now..
including my
blogger blogs..
with well over 3 Million
words.. and additionally
somewhere around 8
million words on
the Wrong planet
Website there
in 8005 posts..
yes.. of course one
can believe it averaging
around 1K words a piece..
easy to believe with me
hehe.. as i continue
to escalate the
word
count
in my
more modern
blog here.. by
a year or so from there..
anyway.. with scores of
thousands of photos too..
the card catalog of my
mind and soul.. and
yeah.. body FULL
TOO.. is as
close as a
search
box
for Google..
as combining the
key word katiemiafrederick
or Aghogday with almost any
human word or idea.. will pull
up precisely the result i am
looking for to express
a feeling in words
or photos
from
the past
of what i’ve
already done..
so when Rafiah
asks me.. i remember
the photo of Katrina
and her Mother..
in a wedding
dress and
just do a key
word search on
that idea.. and voila
up comes.. precisely
the photo that both
me and Rafiah
are looking
for and
as synchronicity
WiLL have it.. Rafiah
already saw it.. but i
just didn’t identify
it clearly as a
wedding
dress
then..
but still.. just
the words Katrina
and her Mother
brought
me to
the
dress..
directly
on topic..
and not only that
precious family and
cat photos i haven’t looked
at in almost a year.. and the
best surprise.. a loving photo
of Moby who passes away
yesterday..
and people
wonder why
i take all this
effort in what i do..
this is no.. FiN
poetry
contest..
this is
my
FiN Soul
WhOle now..
uploaded online
in a way i dare to
say has never
been
done
iN
recorded human
history.. and truly
a person might have
to go to hell without a
soul to make this much
effort.. so perhaps
it takes a person
getting out
to do
something
of this magnitude
that has not ever
been done before..
and of course.. couldn’t
be done before.. as the
technology to do it.. to this
extent has only recently
come available
in the last
several
years..
will more
people do it.
HELL YES.. IT’S
JUST A SELFIE
ON STAR
JUICE
STEROIDS..
And some folks are shy
that’s human nature.. they
are afraid of female breasts
and male penises.. and all
the STUFF associated with
that.. but our ancestors when
FREE AND WILD AS GOD INTENDED
NEVER EVER BATTED AN EYE LASH
ON BEING FREE IN SHARING ALL THERE
WAS ABOUT LIFE.. IN HOLDING HANDS
AND ALL OTHER HUMAN BODY
PARTS AND FUNCTIONS
THAT WERE ALL SEEN
AS SACRED FUNCTIONS
OF THE GOD
THAT LIVES
ALL FREE
AND NATURAL
iN US.. then/now..
WHEN SET
FREE OUT OF
THE CLOTHES OF CULTURE..
Freedom is intoxicating.. wild and
free.. for the simple reason that it is
Human Nature FREE FROM THE
CHAINS OF CULTURE AND
RELIGION THAT SEEKS
ORDER OVER TRUE
HUMAN
FREEDOM
iN CALL OF
WILD OF GOD
still living innately
instinctually and
intuitively within us..
JUST WAITING TO ESCAPE
LIKE THAT METAPHOR OF SUPERMAN
GETTING OUT OF HIS RESTRAINING
CHAINING CLARK KENT CLOTHES
STRIPPING DOWN TO HIS
UNDERWEAR AND TIGHTS
AND CAPE..
AND SURE
LESS IF
THE FCC
WOULD HAVE
ALLOWED THAT THEN..
SHOWING IT ALL FREE
AND WILD AS KIND AND
COURAGEOUS HUMANS
FLYING HIGHER.. HIGHER..
ALWAYS DID BEFORE
imprisoned in the
clothes
of human
cultures and
religions.. to accommodate
the psychopathic intentions
of folks to own Nature as
jealous possessions
including other
human
beings..
particularly
women and
children.. in a sex
trafficking operation
no less than what
we see today
where
selling
sex is the
way instead of
sharing human
being all natural
functions with the
same frigging DNA
as gifted to us by God
so free and wild.. loving
in kind and courage ways..
when not restraining human
moving.. connecting.. and creating..
in all sensory.. sensual.. and yes
specifically sexual ways all
associated with
the sacred
act of
reproduction
no matter how it
is done in a family
all of the same
frigging
DNA..
at core..
or if not done
at all in ways of
making babies.. juSt
ways of diluting the
aggression.. violence
and wars of the world then/
now.. anyway.. this comment..
prose.. poeTry.. and pArt of my
SoUl.. in Spirit expresSinG.. and
miNd and BoDy balanCinG soUl..
inspired by two folks who are Facebook
friends.. one who dared to show her
less of dress on Facebook and
one who loves her more
of dress on Facebook..
but the bottom line
is.. each one is
free to
do
of what
makes their
soUl feel secure..
one shy and one
like a vivacious sky..
but both precious
still as gems
of the
earth..
who are free
enough to live
as they care
to now.. FREE..
so sure.. i support
the Burka.. and sure..
i support.. what folks
wear in entertainment
bars in New Orleans
too.. all human
all now
are
WE
when
Free and
Wild to do
what our
Natures
say.. now..
some shy..
some bold..
ALL precious
human soUls..
Take any of their
freedoms away and
‘trust me.. you wouldn’t
wanna see me angry
as BAtman2.. or 3’..;)

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SMiLes.. Reference.. other
Facebook Friend here..

FACEBOOK Friend Florence
provides a photo nicely
illustrating that
God created
Nudists..
and humans
created sinners
with clothes.. i
would share
the photo..
now.. butt..
if ya wanna
see it.. y’all
will have to
find iT iN my
friends list..
as one
of my
‘stalkers’
might flag
me for nudity..
if i fully expressed..
the idea tastefully as
done on her page now..
Ha.. and somehow i missed
the ‘original photo’ of her that
precipitated her post.. seeing it..
now and i say.. then.. and now..
Smiles.. Live free.. And Wild..
Hiding beauty is the
THE REAL sin..
smile emoticon

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SMiLes.. i never met
a poem.. capable
of not inspiring me..
SMiLes more.. i never
met a criticism.. capable
of not inspiring me.. SMiLes..
no longer afraid of either liGht
or dArk.. i am fearless.. as the
DArk.. can literAlly inspire more
than liGht.. as even the loss of
friend as human or pet..
decreases
oxytocin..
the social
bonding neuro-hormone..
but then increases at the
same now.. the creativity
neuro-chemical dopamine..
life is bitter sweet.. to
taste both
at the
same
now..
and enjoy
it is Nirvana
and Bliss.. now..
and on top of that science
shows that some humans
more naturally seek order
and same.. while others
more naturally
seek novelty
and different..
A basis
for all
the spectrum
of human conservative
and liberal natures..
and perhaps that
is the core
of
creative
differences..
anyway.. i just
find it all fascinating
and attempt to observe
it better and understand it..
i stopped linking at dVerse
just ’cause some folks
could not even
understand
what i was
saying in
terms of
deeper
metaphors
iN philosophy of Life..
i’ll take essence over
form.. anynow.. but
of course.. i am
extremely
extroverted
and liberal..
not surprisingly
an odd mix
among
online
poets.. overall..
often escaping
the social world
of confusion.. from
what i’ve observed.. at least..
to find order.. in online forms..
And not saying one way is
better than the other..
overall.. just
different
that’s
aLL
iN
change
for noW..
Suzanne..:)

SMiLes.. Most AlWays Loving
the lEarning too.. And i also
enjoy writing form.. Along with
stream of consciousness free writing..
But with Dance Arts and Martial Arts..
i find All Form too restricting..
for me.. At least..:)

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Reference// Facebook Profile
photo.. Katrina and i..
with Red Flannel
shirted Monsignor
Mike.. all sandwiched
in the middle.. as it were..

i note..

STAR SEED CHILDREN..;)

And then go on and on
to say..

VIP’s.. hehe.. of the local Catholic Church.. Katrina..
me.. and Monsignor Mike.. my old Tennis Buddy
from high school.. and fellow Beta Club member..
super smart.. top 11 boys were we out of classes
close to 400.. but Football.. Baseball..
Basketball.. nah.. just
Swinging the
Racquet
at
balls where
Tennis ball
and human
become
one
Force
in the
Zone of Flow..
and yeah.. he’s way
too busy to play Tennis
with me.. and although i’ve
danced more than 4800 miles..
29 months now.. i do not FEEL
either Tennis or Running
would be good for A
impact of
my 230
LB Body
to hit the
concrete too
hard with all that
force behind the
bones of
me
heHE..
so dance it
continues to be..
and martial arts moves too..
Oh yeah.. and we also
spent about a half an hour
talking to Katrina’s old
Science teacher from
7th grade.. named..
Mrs. Rich..
and she
said Katrina
looks identical
to the Katrina
from 7th grade..
when she was
12 years old..
some stuff
rarely changes..
and she talked about
an Autistic Boy at her
church who could never
really speak.. but sang
Silent Night like an
anointed Angel..
yup.. Star
Seed
child like
me and Mike..
and Katrina too..
yep.. the VIP..
bit.. now too..
And yes.. all my REAL
FRIENDS ARE star seed
children.. yes metaphor
AND REAL..
for those
folks ALL
iN mY FAMiLy..
AND YES.. ALL HUMANS
ARE BORN of Star Dust..
originAlly SPeaKinG
and yes..
WE are
ALL ONE FAMILY
OF STAR DUST CHILDREN..
ALL WE SEE ON PLANET
EARTH NOW.. AS.. EVEN
SCIENCE NOW PROVES..
THE STAR CHILDREN
METAPHOR AS REAL..
for all of creation
on EARTH
N0W..:)

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Culture is a necessary..
virus to deal
with girls
and boys
gone wild..
haha.. it’s
a numbers game
of flesh and knowledge..
feelings and heARt..
coming together
to come
again
in greater
numbers..
iN eYes onLY
big enough for
150 to 200
other
sets
of friendly eyes..
that get oppressive over
numbers much more than
that on average
in social
stress exceeding
the capacity of
the social
animal
us..
Nature has many
answers to control
the problem.. ranging
from viruses to bacteria..
to just plain running a
muck in street
faced
sewers..
but we cleaned
the act up..
and multi
plied
more and more..
where order is the
standard to control
the free and wiLd
chaos
of boys
and girls
gone wild..
i’m wild and
free again..
just don’t
tale
the order..
in other words.. Free
is an elite order of Wild..
kinda like
free lance
seals.. rangers
green/purple berets
and other SpeciaL
FORCE
soldiers
noW oF
Nature
aka God..:)

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i might have already mentioned it before
in our conversations but John Calhoun’s
‘Beautiful ones’ experiment that
describes what happens
to a social animal
75 million
years removed
from our common
rodent ancestor now
who we still share
much of the same
social animal
DNA with
when
resources are plentiful
in a confined utopian
environment with
social roles
dissolving
chaos
and extinction
becomes the eventual
rule.. when females become
aggressive pair bonders and
males no longer defend their
territories.. and spend tHeir
time grooming and
grooming.. out
of the
social
anxiety of
no longer having
a social role for
basic
subsistence
and reproductive
gaining and sustaining
activities.. so in Japan
and South Korea.. farther
and farther removed from
the creative products
of lively hood..
young folks
in Japan losing
the desire to have
intercourse with the
opposite sex.. cosmetics
coming more.. almost as
attractive to males
as females
in South Korea..
Metrosexuals here..
who no longer
care to
have
children..
Nature already has her
paws in the answer
and the answer
is we humans
my friend..
Nature will have
her way inside us..
and we look later on the
outside and say.. oh shit.. that’s
what happened.. we’re just
rats in our own guinea pig
unwitting experiment
while the
painkiller
and psychotropic
medications continue
to rise.. to treat the
symptoms of
the
IRE OF
MOTHER
NATURE ALIVE
IN US FOR NOW..
it’s already happening..
the signs are all around
us.. a slow and miserable
torturing end for many..
who never
find
the
answers
from God of
Nature so clear
within each individual
who becomes enlightened
to the way of Nature’s innate
instinct and intuitive ways
of gaining balance..
well some of
that
balance
IS PAINFUL
AND WHETHER WE GO
THE BALANCED ROUTE
OR ROCKY ONE..
THE WRATH
OF NATURE
AKA
GOD
IS A REAL
DEAL NOW..
AS WELL AS HEAVEN
OF PLEASURE FOR THOSE
OF US WHO SHOW NATURE
IN US A BALANCED
AND GOOD
TIME
NOW..
GIVING
MORE THAN
TAKING FROM
MOTHER NATURE
AND others for now..
but meanwhile all we
can do is ride the wave..
until we hit the shore
of the next
wave
that comes..
my friend gigoid..:)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_B._Calhoun

And sure i was a beautiful one too..
but i am attempting to get as
ugly as i can..
with my
limitations
considered..
and oh God.. that
Wrong Planet place
i used to visit.. is the
microcosm and the
canary in the
coal ‘mind’
of John
Calhoun’s
experiment..
the males hate women..
and the women hate males..
that was the sickest part of
all of that whole dam place..
and sadly i see often see
the same thing
around in the
poet world
as well..
but there are truly
not many males participating
there.. as compared to females..
for reasons of the heARt obviously..
a failing
one among
males still more
than females it seems
to me at least for now..
but perhaps even
more trouble
some is how
soft
all humans
are getting
and nature smiles
as balance slowly
comes
back..
Godzilla.. baby..
is more like
God than
any
human
ever imagined
as far as i for one
can see.. back to
Blue oyster Cult
once again
i go..
son
of God
zilla
hehe
for
now..
and sure..
Mr. Calhoun..
as ‘well’..;)

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Back to dVerse
and Monday
Haibun and
or Fredbun
as it still
is here..
will do this first
before going on
to Tuesday
prompt
on being
reborn
whatever..:)

Connection the Life
the moving.. the
art.. imagination
creativity
at play
in Nature
at Mind
and Body
of human quelled
by spells of electronic
devices..

Home
schooLed by
Nature..:)

Cars.. trains..
planes.. buses
metal vessels
and vehicles
without a soul..

Flesh enters..
device
exits metal..:)

Wild flowers field
Violet eyes children
swaying ever
green
dance
moving..
branching out..
Tree of child born..

4 inch
screams
Nature SingS..:)

Journey fishing
no catching
catching no
fishing Journey
onLy
fishes..

Pole
lines
Whole..:)

Question..
Questions..
Questions more..
Dancing Dancing
Dancing more..
Children join
in.. older stares..
it works it
works it
works…

Dance
SMiLes
aGaiN..:)

TRains oF culTures
windows freedoms
outside box
cars..
no longer
coming back
home.. camp
cold and
windowless
destinations..
virtual life
no
longer
reels or
feels life
fishing whole…

Catch of
the day septic
tank comfort..:)

Side note begins..
visiting Shawna’s
link.. blog gone..
but read it
last night
falling
asleep..
coming now
a response to
it.. coming
allover
words
of
bliss..;)

side note
includEd
ends..;)

Bridges Road
to LiFe..
Grass SinGs
Nature.. now..
We Bridge
Roads to
Grass..
sign
stay off..

Humans on
grass..
So Green..:)

Break time..
2032016
3:25 pm..:)

More like.. Nap
time for now..:)

Back again at 11:18 pm..
so far behind.. but
seriously what’s
the rush..
hehe..
i mean
this is like
real time writing
huh.. wInks aGaiN..;)

SMIles.. dandelion seed
more powerful
than all
remains
from pyramid
dust.. so high
before.. low now..

DandeLioN
YeLLow Sun
dust BriGhter..:)

Searching under bridges
for homeless souls..
homeless finding
souls with
or without
culture
bridges…

Human fuLL
soUl bRidge
withiN..:)

A fear of white hair for
years until i saw
the smiles
in white
hair
teeth
of elders
going into Walmart
free.. younger ones
carrying weight
of ages.. on
weaker
frowns..
timeless
angst.. feels
no age but old..

SpiRit liGht
gRows
onLy yoUng..:)

Art of Zen riding..
Like Zen writing
All becomes
one Force
oF ARt..

Buses.. Trains
Planes write
flowRidinG..:)

Matter not.. how much
human animals grieve
over.. fear
death..

Animals
Live iN
FliGht..:)

SMiLes.. i suppose
A first poem..
inspiRed iN
Cave oN
Cold Winter
day..

Writing
SinGs
Coldbound..:)

*
Building BriGht
Sounds loud..
Sun shines
eYes
hide..
ears shy..
senses sharp..
dull sensuality…

FamiLy whoLe
liGht
DArk day rules..:)

SMiLes..
additionAlly
a hymn.. for
screen writers
misSinGsiGns
oN hiGhways
loSin’ heads
oN iN collisIons..

Lose attention
blood gone
words replace..:)

SMiLes.. i Love Seagulls
and remember my
Uncle telling me..
hey.. things aren’t
that bad.. you
could be
a seagull
eating
raw
fish..

flYinG..
apParently
no apPeal..;)

i always wanted to travel..
but then i walked..
i always wanted to walk..
and then i danced..
and i now travel all around
iN
me..

never
complicated
alWays thrilLed..:)

Reminding me here of a powerful
thunderstorm.. no skyscrapers..
cat hugging
in warm bed..
this mourning..

Another cat
life ends now
one begins..:)

ALL CAUGHT UP..
to weeklong
Haibun Monday..
perhaps more later..
next stop Tuesday
prompt all ’bout..
what would ya
be reborn
as again..

for
now
just sleep..:)

12:30 am
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Facebook Status..
HAirY.. WiLd.. and
Free..wInk emotiCon

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WeLL.. thanks my friend..
gigoid.. coming through..
as promised..
a treatise
on change..
human change..
massive tools that
make fools out of
all of us..
and no..
not in a
sacred way..
when we live out
of Nature’s balance
of giVinG no less than
taKinG.. the Powerful
without a balance
with Nature
iN ’em..
FeeLinG
Nature.. will
never care about
Nature.. as theRe
iS no closeness
to the
liFe of Nature
as iS.. when closed
up iN back room
boardrooms..
and extending
ways of changing
into a dollar bill.. the
extended metaphor still..
of the extension of tools
as us.. lives beyond
human
common
sense..
the answer is
common sense..
but there is nothing
much common about
that answer anymore..
sadly enough..
nah.. i don’t
think human
has it under
control.. but Nature
greater.. as mentioned
yesternow.. wiLL roar
her Atomic
FiRe
iN
GodziLLa BRAiN..
ExceLLenT musiC
by the way..
gonna’
rent iT
M O R E
for free
hehe..
yeS.. tHere
iS alWays hope
wiITh hUman HeARt..:)

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Facebook Friend..
Rafiah.. provides
a link to more
info.. on
a Movie
she is watching
named.. ‘ The Usual
Suspects’..

And i say..

Smiles.. mysteries
with about face..
endings..
smile
emoticon

And before that Rafiah
changes her profile
photo to.. a dejected
looking Ballerina with
her head in her hands..
and a Black Dressed
Mary Poppins looking
lady.. fully with
black
umbreLLa
and then i say..

i guess i’ll have to
be the baLLerina..
ruLed bY bLack
hat arts..smile emoticon..:)

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It’s what’s inside
that counts..smile emoticon
And sPeaKin’
of counts..
tonight.. my
96th Dance
Week Night
at Old Seville
Quarter.. Pensacola
FL.. with all the cool..
college age folks
there.. and
if i get my
newest
blog post
done
that
will be
titled..
‘Star Seeds
Friend Son of
Godzilla’.. more
fun photos will be
added to ‘that post’..
around the wee hour
of Friday 3am.. butt
if not.. those photos
will Come all in one
package.. some
now tomorrow..
when it all
gets togeTheR
how it comes
together..
yeah..
comes together
like the Beatle’s SinG..smile emoticon

Well.. i suppose i could go on and on
more.. after all i am two prompts
behind on dVerse which means
there is still around 50 or 60
or so more poetic
expressions to come
and more if any
more Haibuns
named fredbuns
in my case come
before the end
of that
weeklong
prompt too..
but hmm.. i suppose
for now this is enough
as i most always make
a post on Sacred
Holy Thursdays
as special
days of
R and R
for me..
so the train
will take a break
here for now.. and
come again tomorrow
now.. with more poeTry
in the comments section
of yes.. this next new blog post now..:)

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Oh yeah.. and side note
here.. ever since 20 years
old.. some 35 years ago..
i’ve been in some
kinda debt
starting
with
College
Loans then..
credits cards after
that and cars and
mortgage loans..
and miscellaneous
stuff loans.. and
as of now..
i am finAlly
Loan and
debt free..
so yes.. this
is i owe you not
celebration day for
me.. wheRe i continue
to dance.. and SinG
in poeTry for free..
and the less
i owe.. means
the more i have
now.. to Love..
debt sucks..
and is a constant
itch of human beings
overall tonow.. that
cannot be
scratched
for satisfaction
to now.. either..
The key is to Love
now.. be heRe now..
and move oNnow..
connecting and
creating with
now.. Loans
are stuff
of the
past for me..
maKinG now that much
more Real in real now now..
and yes.. i only oWed about 3 more
years to go on my last car
and mortgage loan..
but my father
expedited
that for
me with
his estate all
cashed out for pay offs..
just another piece of A
system that
no longer
owns
meNow..
So sure..
Thanks Dad..
for investing
iN uS.. as mY
Sister iS loan/debt
free too for now.. aS WeLL..
and both reTired at or before
age
55.. not
bad for two
poor Autistic
kids.. singLed
parented
and aLL
of that..
yeah.. thanks Mama
too.. as the gift of
her Love..
was the
REAL POWER
in US NOW sTill the end
and beginning of now REAL..:)

AND yes..
More photos
COMING.. SOON..;)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/02/star-seeds-friend-son-of-godzilla-free.html

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19 Responses to Star Seeds Friend Son of Godzilla

  1. Well.. Hello.. Dear Friend.. Leah.. too..
    Usually at the point of sending you an email
    to make sure you are still doing well.. i get
    one from you the next day.. so yes.. it works
    out well.. and hehe.. i’m only a link away
    for anyone.. friend or so-called
    enemy who wonders how
    i am in living color..
    i Love the Victorian
    headpiece you made
    for the ball and it looks
    lovely.. and so do you..
    and hope you enjoyed
    the concert very much..
    lots of change for me in the
    last couple of weeks.. in liGht
    and dArk.. but ha!.. still with no
    Day Job as it were and is for money..
    i can’t complain really.. what comes my
    way.. but anyway.. after a long 19 to 20..
    month journey of selling my father’s estate
    we finished that.. and a real epic moment for
    me yesterday was getting debt and loan
    free.. including car and home.. for
    the first time since i was 20 with
    a student loan.. as reported
    in the celebration part of
    my blog yesterday but
    even thinking further
    my mother charged
    me a loan for
    my first
    car..
    the 1970 Maverick
    previously owned by her..
    when i was 16 years old..
    paying the $500 dollar
    loan off to her at
    a zero percent
    interest rate
    of $50 dollars
    a month in
    payment
    which was not
    as low as it seems today
    as i was working as a Janitor
    and Minimum Wage was
    something like
    $2 an hour
    or so..
    Anyway.. it is a peaceful
    feeling not owing anyone
    any dollar amounts of life
    anymore.. but haha!.. i’ve
    made giving a way of life..
    now that the money
    comes for
    free..
    but sure that
    free almost killed
    me before it set me
    free in ways of work for
    over 3 decades before..
    anyway.. i thrive
    off of busy
    too..
    and it is a necessity
    for folks with ADHD to be
    this way to keep that laser focus
    that keeps us out of fog of mind..
    to keep the positive neurohormones
    and neurochemicals coming.. so i am
    coming up on my 12 month anniversary
    of my challenge to do a poem in response
    to every poem on the dVerse online
    poetry pub.. that i’ve been interacting
    with for two and a half years now..
    and have actually been
    successful in doing
    that and i could
    go back
    and count..
    since it’s all still
    documented on my blogs..
    but at an average of 70 poems
    a week or 10 a day on full average..
    yeah.. that’s pushing 4000 poems
    in one year.. not counting
    how many i do in my
    style of stream
    of consciousness
    writing to the tune
    of anywhere from
    20K to 60K words
    a week or so.. yeah..
    it adds up..
    and my other
    challenge of 1000 miles
    of dance walking every six
    months.. i’ve fallen a little behind
    on.. as i am about 180 miles shy
    of the 5,000 mile mark since
    the end of August 2013..
    making the end of this
    month the
    challenge for that..
    where i met it on
    SuperBowl Weekend
    last February but it will
    probably all balance out
    for the 6,000 mile mark
    at the end of August
    as i really need to
    get out
    more and dance
    and this tales me i
    am writing a little too
    much as opposed to dancing..
    gotta keep a balance of moving
    and sitting still creating to keep
    the health and wellbeing all
    great.. and the focus of
    course.. with the
    ADHD.. and
    overall
    dopamine
    variant Nomad
    gene obviously passed
    down from my Law Enforcement
    father.. or warrior gene or whatever
    other metaphor one may use for the
    crazy one’s
    like me
    hehe..
    and the dArker
    challenges were
    a biopsy for my
    sister that came
    out A okay in
    the liGht..
    but our
    Cat Moby..
    passing away
    putting him
    down this
    week on Tuesday..
    the big grey one who
    has been suffering so
    from Diabetes no longer
    receptive to medication
    as a solution.. and
    degenerative
    arthritis
    from a
    life of
    not moving
    for anything
    other than food
    for 10 years..
    as compared
    to our in
    side out
    side cat Arthur
    who lived for 20 years
    and down the street Ginger
    Cat Tennessee who is still a fluffy
    and robust 17 year old force
    of Nature.. yeah.. it just
    reminds me of Super
    Walmart and
    the folks
    i graduated with
    who move more like
    Red Foxx than
    Jack LaLanne
    as Red
    Started that role
    on Sandford and
    Son as Fred Sandford
    at age 50.. five years
    my junior then..
    human
    beings who
    are not impacted
    by some genetic condition
    that makes them obese have
    a great deal of say so.. on how they
    will live their Senior years.. based on
    life style.. but anyway folks like
    Jack LaLanne.. and Charles
    Atlas prove that
    human
    potential
    is like our cat
    Arthur.. and the
    Ginger cat Tennessee
    when we remember we as
    just another furry creature
    of Nature.. who will pay the
    consequences of not meeting
    a physical challenge of life as
    well as a mental one..
    so i will focus
    more on that
    dance challenge
    now.. as even my cholesterol
    and blood pressure has been
    a little elevated as of late
    in labs.. but we humans
    have this gift
    of cognitive
    abilities to
    make that
    change..
    where
    all that
    Moby had was that
    spoon fed gift from his
    original masters that set
    his epigenetics in cat
    way to very
    low
    in cat
    potential
    for a full and robust
    life to the end like
    Arthur
    and Tennessee..
    if only people
    knew and
    FELT THEY
    ARE
    only
    animals and
    not just something
    in between their ears..
    THERE WOULD BE lots
    more smiles
    at
    Super Walmart..
    but of course the working
    world that is mostly sitting still
    now.. makes it almost impossible
    for some folks to do it.. exhausted
    at the end of a day sitting with
    no where to move
    to burn
    off stress
    hormones and
    chemicals in the
    mind and body
    all day long
    in this
    new way
    of cultural
    sedentary hell..
    Digging ditches is
    no better either as repetitive
    movements of any kind will
    lead to ergonomic injuries
    in physical way..
    from neck pain
    to back pain..
    to PAIN
    IN GENERAL..
    And ha.. yeah.. i am the
    only one at my age of
    Sandford and Son still
    dancing at Old
    Seville Quarter
    now on Thursday
    Night.. although
    there was one
    other guy
    who seems
    to have given
    that up besides me..
    My heroes are folks like
    Jack LaLanne and Bruce Lee..
    and others who refuse to play
    the rules of an insane culture
    at hand in ways of
    restricting
    human
    Nature
    in Moving
    Connecting
    and Creating life now..
    Anyway.. three or four or
    how many times i’ve said
    anyway in this stream of
    consciousness thought..
    Lovely hearing from
    you.. and i always
    look forward to
    the next
    now
    my friend Leah..
    and yes.. you know
    where i am.. hehex2..:)

  2. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/05/seminal-moments-arrive-randomly/

    Love to read your
    eclectic posts.. friend
    gigoid.. and let the
    coffee of them
    percolate in
    my mind
    and body for
    just a little while
    at least.. to see what
    random seminal notes
    as you say will come
    from the garden
    that is fertilized
    longer and
    watered too..
    but anyway.. as you
    likely know and feel now..
    almost any line and seriously
    amusingly more any
    word can lead to
    a Novel
    from
    me.. hehe..
    as you know and
    feel stream of
    consciousness
    writing accesses
    much greater human
    potential.. than the problem
    solving way of making life
    real.. hmm.. but in a life
    that is truly spoon fed to
    so many folks..
    and rote
    ways of
    remembering
    stuff for the daily
    grind of work.. where
    has creativity gone.. when
    on Facebook.. all one sees is
    sharing mostly what the directors
    producers and actors of someone
    else’s play has to offer..
    but still for some
    including me..
    the percolating
    takes longer.. yes..
    40 years for me
    since the first
    fresh brew of
    the coffee
    of creativity
    comes at age
    13.. and goes away
    when the muse of life
    of emotions is taken away from
    me by the religious right of my
    community.. who are
    stiff cardboard
    boxes.. that
    i too
    mold myself
    into.. for the pure ignorance
    of what my frigging human nature
    was taling me from the beginning
    of my life..
    be wild and
    free.. yes.. my
    rant.. manifesto..
    and mantra.. be
    wild and free
    give more
    than
    take
    and like Nike
    says once again..
    JUST DO LIFE
    WILD
    AND
    FREE..
    So i’ll continue
    the rest of the Novel
    on my Blog as usual..
    and have a great day..
    as wild and free as
    nature blesses
    you.. the
    gift of life
    iN dArk
    and liGht
    from God
    who has
    Zebra
    stripes too
    Nature in all her
    black and white.. grey..
    and colors over the
    Rainbow.. in
    true human
    magic
    imagination
    and creativity tales
    me yeah.. it get much
    dArker and liGhter
    than this..
    and someone
    out there is likely
    living now in a better
    heaven.. or worse
    hell than i for
    one have
    felt and seen..
    but line iS
    iT iS n0w
    what iT iS
    and God
    ALLthatis..
    no escapes..
    but living now..
    MiGht aS WeLL maKinG
    M A G I C NATuRE NOW
    WELL MIgHT oF BALANCe..:)

  3. Talking with my lovely
    dancing friend from Seville
    Quarter late night last night
    when the crowd thinned enough
    to get a word in heard.. her story
    of the challenges and stresses
    of modern life.. Facebook
    competitions of happy
    faces.. and now
    the competitive
    nature that
    can be
    a modern
    smart and
    very attractive
    girl’s life.. that says
    be the best or you
    are nothing.. is so sad
    and such a source of
    emptiness as
    competition
    in material
    ways
    of life
    erases the
    inner life of sharing
    and feeling for Love
    instead of appearances
    and a race for who has more
    in ways of stuff when likes become
    stuff.. and even sharing in ways of
    material online shares.. of
    concrete hell..
    i’d rather put out..
    than receive as receiving
    brings these days.. often.. so many
    restrictions to keep that receiving
    coming by playing the rules of the
    given social norm.. where evil
    is often good and good
    is often evil..
    and discerning
    the two.. becomes
    even more foggy for those
    led down a harbor.. of
    myst between
    the human
    animal
    fur of
    life wild and
    free.. yes once
    again.. wild and free..
    sharing and cooperating
    no different really.. overall
    that a wolf pack roaming
    together to keep
    life real
    and
    surviving
    balance.
    yes.. wild
    and free still for now..
    Loving the one you’re with
    in ways of eYes of shaRinG
    and hell no Love is
    not limited
    to sex..
    Love iS
    a way of
    Life iN Sharing
    overall.. so whomever
    i am with.. iN human
    connections i
    am Loving
    the one i’m
    with.. giving all
    of who i am to them..
    in the moment of now..
    as truly that’s all we have
    and no moment is too smAll
    or large to Love as Human..
    and no human is
    too large
    or small..
    or any other
    kind of different
    to not Love as Human..
    one now i told someone all
    i see is friends i like in strangers..
    and that person told me it must
    not be very special to
    be liked by you..
    oh..
    the
    irony..
    every jewEL
    a human to me..:)

  4. Just another Eagle named
    Fred from Old Seville
    Quarter..wink emoticon..
    wow.. after every Rave
    Dance night.. my mind
    and body is like
    candy
    of creativity..
    with ocean roar
    of waves.. iN peace
    of balance.. high..
    no adrenaline
    the ecstasy
    of DMT..
    when
    human
    becomes a perfect
    storm of Love.. and to
    be clear.. all Natural
    DMT.. no substance
    drugs for me..
    as the
    essence
    is me.. when
    creativity flows
    alive.. from the
    deepest
    recesses
    of stored memories
    from all of my life’s
    experiences and
    deeper deeper
    where
    genetic
    memory of ancestry
    experiences swim
    again.. and yes..
    fly again like
    an Eagle to
    the sea..
    where the
    spirit of us is
    set free.. and giving
    and sharing becomes
    the real of now.. with
    no one.. to take
    that away
    when
    we
    fly like
    an Eagle to
    the ocean of us so
    free.. so feathered wild
    and deliciously briGht
    in Sun of us.. waves
    of rays..
    of liGht
    as uS come
    deLiGht so free
    and wild aLiVE..
    where all is
    now.. aLL
    iS liGht
    soaRinG
    hiGher and
    even hiGher..
    so what i’m basicAlly
    creatively saying here..
    is i could can keep going and going
    until this becomes my second technical
    word length Free verse poeTry novel of
    over 40K words.. and yes.. two full
    prompts from Tuesday dVerse
    prompt on what one
    would Love to
    be born again
    as.. and the
    Thursday open
    link night prompt..
    as well as any left overs
    from the weeklong Monday
    Haibun prompt.. 24 from Tuesday
    to catch up with.. and likely close
    to 40 for Thursday and maybe
    two more from Monday
    for close to
    66 in total
    effort now..
    then when this
    Epic post and associated
    photos.. music videos.. lInks
    and other artistic stuff comes
    to another end for the next
    beginning now.. but as
    Katy Perry says.. with
    perfect storms
    of humans
    riSinG in the
    magic of God
    of Nature now..
    where relatively sPeaKinG
    some of uS are the capsTonE
    of the ancient pyramids of Egypt..
    Where the origin of what is arises
    from one point of pyramid spreading
    out inversely wHeRe the above and
    so below iS uS at BegiNinG and
    end of all..
    and sure Supebowl
    weekend will get involved
    in this post as well.. as
    it is a pinnacle of modern
    popistry in Art.. iN
    Enlightened
    human being
    halftime way..
    as the initiates
    chosen from God
    of Nature Art among
    us in Natural selection
    of the what that is for now..
    shines greatly around the
    world.. in the best effort
    artists make to bRinG
    the rest of the
    world
    iN dArker
    ways better
    to liGhter ways
    of Star Seed children
    now.. my last Novel
    Free Verse Poetry post
    was actually a combination
    of three posts before that..
    doing one at one post
    is a bigger challenge
    than that but
    hey.. it’s
    Super Bowl
    50 and Mardi
    Gras Weekend and yeah..
    baby i’m gonna get out there in
    the public and likely dance a marathon
    effort this weekend too.. but again it is the
    challenge that makes me who i am all in
    dARk and liGht of the
    storm i am
    for
    now..
    in moving
    connecting
    Eagle Free Verse
    PoeTry Novel
    now.. and
    dArk Horse
    way
    aS
    WeLL..:)

  5. Starting at Monday prompt for Haibun here..
    with only one link added in there for now..
    and then the next one jumping all the
    way to Thursday open link
    night prompt.. spotting
    Shawna’s blog
    before
    it goes
    the way of
    a Hurricane
    wind.. to
    something
    else.. now
    somewhere
    else.. then
    now.. so here’s
    to Monday first..

    Worlds of work homeless
    office buildings no
    humans left
    inside..
    empty sHells
    of fingers spRead
    sheet theiR way further
    and further inTo rinGs
    oF Dante heLL.. oh
    the homeleSS
    man SpRinGs
    outside…

    meLted
    dReams
    real comes trUe..:)

    It’s nows like this
    i’m so glad i’m not
    a girl.. but yeah..
    Lesbian would
    be cool..
    anyway..
    omg.. two
    prompts behind..
    full prompts.. will
    have to remember your
    poem from Tuesday too..
    but sure i can.. to make
    my entry for that.. Daisy C..S..
    anyWay.. God kNows
    when i’ll get here
    on Thursday prompt
    or wheRever.. so i came
    over early.. to insert
    my words..
    and yeah..
    teenage pregnancies
    are definitely going down
    here and around the world..
    as electronic
    sperm
    don’t go
    anywhere
    but sexting
    still
    empty
    sHells
    of
    seminal
    blAngst.. but
    hey.. overpopulation
    and all of that it’s
    where God
    finAlly
    geTs
    her revenge
    for aLL the other
    animals suffering
    at the ’cause of
    human
    sex..
    hmm.. but
    yeah.. holding
    hands.. that
    sure
    was
    nice..:)

    And now for
    sand dancing
    and Sun before
    i purUse the other
    53 left so far now..:)

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    Back at
    12:17..
    2082016
    now wITH
    two more
    Fredbuns
    inspired
    by Lynn’s
    Haibun..;)

    As always answers
    stARt at the cradle..
    humans who are
    Unconditionally
    Loved with
    Kind and
    couRAge..
    are trustFul
    enough of humans
    and Nature around
    them.. to be secure
    inside..
    never
    allowing
    themselves
    to be used by
    others.. but now..
    then.. there is poverty..
    W/O subsistence.. and
    ills of health..
    where
    common
    Christians
    refuse to
    lend the
    helping
    hand
    of Government
    to reach places
    out of
    churches
    and
    neigh
    borhoods..

    Humans raped
    more
    than sex…

    OBTW..
    hi Lynn..
    once again
    at the very end..
    writing hundreds
    of poems.. and
    finishing my
    2nd ‘official’
    Novel
    of Free Verse
    Poetry tomorrow
    iN 18 days..
    around
    50K words
    before Catholic
    Lent starts
    and sure..
    my Lent
    and Ramadan
    never ends now
    as alWays
    true.. iN
    liGht..
    iN Dance
    and Words
    of SonG..

    Soldiers
    oF God iN KinD
    CourAGeX2..:)

  6. https://omabdalrahmaan.wordpress.com/2016/02/02/chapter-49-13-mitues/

    A long week of many
    changes.. late getting
    here but alWays
    the less here..
    and sMiLes that
    bRinGs me to my
    next point.. my
    friend SOHEIR..
    trUly coming face
    to face with God that
    iS real and all that Is..
    IS a humbling experience..
    there is a Love and Respect
    that has no match.. and A Faith..
    Hope.. and Belief that iS all resolve
    secure and trust.. so in other words
    there is no need to fear another
    human being..
    or a need to
    rise hiGher
    as theRe
    is no higHer
    or lOwer of
    God as
    US iN
    uS
    WitH us
    my friEnd iN
    fAct all nows are
    beginning iN God’s
    Unconditional Love
    of liGht and dARk..
    most imporTantLY
    FeeLinG God Now..:)

    And so sorry.. i didn’t
    have sweets to
    share..
    but i
    am onLY
    sweet.. wInks.. so
    Heir sMiles for now..:)

    Smiles to you again my friend
    and as i already reported in my
    latest blog post before you define
    SOHEIR as Egyptian Star.. i cAll you
    out as Star child/seed tHere..;)

    Oh yes.. Definitely believe you
    and truly Love that name SOhEIR
    and the Star Woman who wears it WeLL..
    And might write another novel this
    weekend with yoUr Star as
    pArt oF God’s inspiRaTioN..:)!

    SMiLes again my friend..
    i looked back to
    make sure
    you saw the
    first one named
    ‘GodsUniVerse Novel’..

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

    and i see you did.. and
    the next one if i make
    it to the required 40K
    standard in words
    will be after
    my current
    blog post..
    named
    ‘Star Seeds
    Friend Son
    of Godzilla’..
    writing is great
    fun to me.. sMiles
    again.. friend Soheir..
    and Good Night to you
    as well..:)

    https://omabdalrahmaan.wordpress.com/2016/02/05/friday-quotes/

    Pray.. Laugh.. and Hug..
    iN positive ways..
    alWays beat
    worry.. stress..
    and hurry
    as negative
    direction in Life..
    And yes.. all tools of humans
    ranging from letters made
    first by tool of sticks
    scratching lines
    in soil.. to
    the highest
    skyscrapers
    are not
    the core
    of us iN
    feeling the
    empathy of human
    connection as a tribe
    of one eYes.. iN sharing
    Cooperating.. and most
    importantly surviving..
    i am rich without
    any clothes
    of culture
    and haha
    i can
    prove
    that too..
    while most
    folks hide
    behind
    the covers
    of culture now
    my friend.. and
    to be clear that is
    a general metaphor
    for all cultures as all
    cultures are extensions
    of tools that become
    the human
    being
    inside..
    sadly so
    much now..
    more than ever..
    it seems to me.. now..
    But perhaps the most
    important quote as that
    relates to separation of
    church and state
    from the
    Kuran
    that states..
    There shall
    be no compulsion
    (in acceptance)
    of the
    religion
    is the wisest
    pARt of aLL as the
    human tribal instinct
    most always THINKS.. iT
    has the last word in group
    THINK throughout the
    ages.. but God alWays
    comes out on
    top
    knoWinG
    and expresSinG
    more than human
    EyEs will ever
    do al
    one.. now..
    AnyWay.. Happy
    now.. it’s all that’s
    ever truly counted
    iN human eYes
    that live
    now
    at least…
    my friend..
    SOHEIR..:)

  7. And now to dVerse Tuesday
    Prompt on what one
    would like to
    be if
    born
    again..
    yeah.. hmm..
    and her it goes..

    *
    The toad.. The frog..
    the amphibian still lives
    in uS.. the fish.. the
    single cell organism
    still lives iN US..
    while some
    folks worry
    about the cycle
    of death and life
    others just live
    whomever
    they care
    to be
    iN change
    for now..
    after all
    we are all
    connected and
    one.. with aLL
    Nature as birth
    and death shows
    iN DNA way..:)

    GreaTest risk of hoping
    to live again.. is the
    reality of never living
    now.. so much to do
    so much to see..
    yet so
    much to forget
    that now even exists..:)

    *
    Perhaps the sAddest pARt
    of the Christian religion
    is insisting a man never
    changes for 2000 years..
    when no human is the
    same human with
    precisely the
    same words..
    moves.. and
    emotions..
    from second
    to second except
    for a machine.. if
    Jesus truly comes back
    he will be a robot
    according to
    modern
    Christianity
    and the same for
    any other prophet
    who cannot evolve to
    greater human potential
    iN both Truth and Love
    iN Wisdom and LiGht..
    wheRe the colors
    continuALLy
    change eternAlly
    now iN a RaiNbow
    that never ends
    for now at least..
    and on top of that as
    reported in Luke 17:21..
    if ya don’t find heaven
    at hand now.. you’ll never
    find it ever any now but now..
    inside.. outside.. above.. so
    below and all around..
    looking for golden
    floors iN
    palatial
    homes and
    Pearly
    gates..
    just the
    Lottery
    of Old
    World Lies..
    where the house
    of lies always wins
    the finally tAlly
    away from
    heaven
    now..
    Jesus was a Naturist
    iN words.. feelings
    and deep metaphors
    same as any
    poet
    who
    finds
    God as Nature..
    and sadly the thought
    of reality scares the
    beJezus.. out of
    some folks
    and
    leads
    to greater
    rings of Dante’s
    hell away from God
    iN uS as Nature
    now..
    juSt now..
    the gift of God
    iN human potential
    wasted on the lies
    of psychopathic ways
    of folks starting with
    Emperor Constantine
    in the Nicene
    Council of
    325 AD..
    making the humble
    prophet.. man
    and teacher
    Yeshua.. into
    a Soldier Sun God
    while Constantine
    follows suit and
    erects a monolithic
    statue of himself
    for others
    to kneel down
    and worship
    him as
    a Sun
    God2..
    the one percent
    are always here
    as psychopathic
    folks with little
    heARt for Love now..
    as Spirit expreSsinG
    that Love.. iN a trUly
    miNd and boDy balanCinG
    soUl.. that gives rather
    than elevating to higher
    levels of empty status
    and power
    with
    no blood
    or body
    iN bread and
    WinE of Love
    now.. wHere
    Christ iS Love
    and not a robot
    who never changes..:)

    And as a side note here..
    i attempted to use the metaphor
    of a Desert Isle escaping the lies
    of culture as change in attaining
    heaven now.. no different really
    than Luke 17:21’s report
    on Jesus.. but reference
    that same post when i was
    Brow Beat by folks
    who insisted i not
    use philosophy
    and metaphors
    in my way of writing
    to the greaTest of human
    change.. ignorant in the true
    meaning of the New Testament
    and the humble Man Jesus who
    was only a man no different
    in potential than most
    other human beings..
    anyway.. they
    deleted my
    link
    on this
    greatest change
    iN Truth and LiGht
    of human Wisdom
    and Love..
    and after
    two other
    times when folks
    at the top of
    the online club
    could not understand
    my deeper metaphors
    than what that
    they are used
    to.. that was
    the last straw
    of the camel
    who was visiting
    the whole of tHeir
    needle.. and asterisks
    indicate the places where
    i am no longer welcome.. dusting
    my sandals off.. but still watching..
    listening.. and getting inspired as all
    of human
    being.. dArk
    and liGht..
    ignorant
    or wise
    inspire..
    me now..:)

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/09/15/30347/

    And truly it is disgusting
    as these folks are continuously
    complaining about folks who
    do not visit poetry
    sites to respond..
    and me writing literally
    now thousands of responses
    never failing to respond in
    the last year since March
    of last year.. and
    just because
    i do more
    and run deeper
    than everyone else
    easily measurable empirically
    beyond their ability to focus
    and understand now..
    they discarded
    me like a
    piece of garbage
    no different really
    than my middle school
    bullies in school.. physically
    stronger.. then.. butT
    the truth iS
    intellectual bullies..
    who work in the world
    of science and rules
    and regulations
    can be
    just as big
    bullies buTT
    they’ve never met
    a Lion
    like
    me who is
    tenacious
    as air and water..
    malleable to change
    no different and
    alWays Winning
    the War no
    matter how
    many battles
    other folks THiNK
    THEY’VE WON IN discarding
    my humanity out of their
    circle
    of
    influence..
    but haha.. now
    the whole thing
    just adds to my story
    and as they say of ages
    old a prophet/sage is never
    understood in
    tHeir
    own
    environment
    whether country
    or online FiN
    ‘country clubs’..
    of Know it
    alls and
    control
    freaks..
    and yes
    side note
    ends..

    *
    And hmm.. a firm
    denial that one is
    not coming back but
    going to heaven after
    life.. however the
    same folks demanding
    that Jesus comes
    back.. now.. how
    iroNic..
    i could
    make
    a parAble
    oF thiS..;)

    Beautiful.. WeLL adjustinG
    human appreciating now
    and who they are wishes
    for nothing more but to
    be who they
    are now
    and then
    for now..
    sure we alWays
    evolve to lEarn and
    feel more.. somenows
    too.. wE devolve iN dArk..
    feeLinG less.. but bottom
    liNe iS core flAMe oF
    us iS both uS
    and ShaREd
    when
    Free
    aLive.. Now..:)

    SMiLes.. my friend..
    i like to think of
    me as nameless
    faceless soUI..
    projecting spiRit!
    oF Ego iN human
    personality driven
    by emoTioNal
    hEart as WeLL..
    as SpiRit!
    where i iS
    me as SoUl..
    I iS Actor oF
    i and i iS
    Director
    and producer
    of I actor
    as ego
    and personality
    as Zen art of person..
    the art that others see..
    potentiAlly dArk or liGht..
    but the greaTest pARt oF
    aLL is i can transform
    myself into many humans
    or other animals now
    as all our
    DNA
    iN genetic
    style iS similar
    shaRinG
    mostly
    sAMe..
    yesterday.. i
    was a Jaguar
    on the primitive
    hunt.. dancing
    the night
    away..
    and today
    i am now
    a Nautilus
    building shell..
    and later.. a
    Panther/Jaguar
    again.. in style
    of martial
    arts..
    sparring
    with air
    flying
    with
    ease
    oF
    cLaws..:)

    Oh.. so free and wild
    to be human is
    what i choose
    to come
    back as
    now.. breaKinG
    bricks layer by layer
    oF domesticated
    human aLL
    aWay
    finding
    furry core of me..
    briGht eYed and
    bushy taLed
    once
    aGaIN..
    and yes.. reTiring..
    paying the mortgage
    and car off last week..
    seaLed the Free
    and Wild deal
    of me
    once
    aGain..
    iK inK of paws
    LiOns Free..:)

    SMiLes.. so hard
    to swim.. so hard
    to fly.. float on
    land no
    swim
    but fly..
    reborn a butt
    er fly iN liGhT..:)

    Nature old..
    Nature grows..
    Nature knows
    onLY now..
    Nature
    us.. Nature
    we.. Nature
    i.. oh..
    so free..:)

    Improvisation
    here on
    Shawna’s
    misSinG
    lInk..;)

    Just gonna
    borrow this
    for a
    smAll
    project
    oF min(e)d..
    onLy need
    iT now
    for the
    end of
    the weekend..
    i’m thinKinG now..;)

    Hmm.. yeah.. what IF.. yes.. this is a side
    note or perhaps pArt of Shawna’s place..
    WHAT IF.. Jesus did come back
    like so many folks thInk
    he wiLL out of now
    some 2.2 million
    humans around the
    world.. who is he..
    would he be the one
    before.. would anyone
    accept his Muslim
    looks in the
    US.. likely
    dark eyes..
    medium
    stocky
    build..
    brown
    skin..
    hmm.. yeah..
    i guess he’d have
    to transform into
    that portrait image
    of that sweet blonde
    haired female with
    a beard.. that
    so many homo
    sexual priests
    along the line
    of Catholic Church
    approved of with
    mighty strokes
    of pens..
    yeah.. sure..
    if ya thInk there
    are a bunch of pedo
    phile men.. in the
    ranks of Catholic
    single men..
    there are
    many more
    practicing
    homosexuals
    than that..
    but back to my
    point.. as too bad
    they cannot simply
    come out of the closet
    and be them.. self.. instead
    of putting on a straight face
    at the pulpit after coming
    back from the gay
    bar.. that
    same sex
    marriages/messages..
    cannot be sacred
    in humans who love
    God and each other
    same and as holy
    and sacred as
    anyone else..
    A true
    failing of the
    Catholic Church
    a lack of respect
    for Nature in suggesting
    that birth control is a sin..
    when nature as the God of
    Nature is fighting back
    in her own way
    in us on
    that.. and
    to be clear
    her as far as God
    goes is no more
    an entity with
    a vagina than
    he as God
    with
    a Penis..
    for Patriarchal
    Homosexual church
    leaders that truly
    wish God had a big penis..
    sarcasm in tow.. there for
    all the pain and suffering
    put on people
    of different
    sexual orientations
    by priests with different
    sexual orientations.. so
    silly and downright dum..
    not to express
    God given
    Nature
    all the way
    whatever it is..
    God’s plan is balance..
    and not humans plan
    for control..
    power..
    and status
    in shiny robes..
    anyway.. SO WHAT IF..
    WHO IF.. AND WHERE IF
    JESUS COMES BACK.. I MEAN
    YESHUA.. OR JOSHUA.. OR OTHER
    LANGUAGE NAMES.. OF THE FLESH
    AND BLOOD ONE MAN.. who a hundred..
    thousand.. or ten thousand other
    men’s words now have
    been attributed to
    through the first 40
    years of no written record
    to the first printed version
    of an English Bible then in the
    middle of the last millennium
    about 1500 AD or whatever..
    So What iF.. truth iS..
    until a path iS
    prepared for
    the forecast
    one.. and a place
    big enough to hold his
    or her or whatever’s soul..
    Jesus will remain in prison
    of HeARts.. SpiRits.. and SoUls
    who refuse to grow.. Jesus iS
    only as real as Christ maKinG
    the man
    of Love
    our HeARt..
    as a mission
    and Art of Life now..:)

    side note ends..
    and time for gym
    workout.. and
    back to
    Novel
    ways of
    writing after
    the continuing
    struggle and fiGht
    for excellence in
    human potential
    continues
    for
    me.. tainted
    with who knows..
    perhaps a thouSand
    Grains
    of sand
    iNLOVE..:)

    6:25 pm…
    Back at 10:57 pm..:)

    SMiLes.. perhaps the
    GreaTest Forever
    Loves.. sparked
    the return
    of the
    UniVerse
    aGain.. and
    then Love would
    be the hiGhest Force..
    and perhaps it is.. Magic..:)

    Gravity.. perhaps Nature’s oldtest SonG..
    and a cure for aGinG bones.. muscles..
    tendons.. ligaments.. iS playing
    wITh gravity and not against
    it.. art of gravity.. floating
    humans terrestrial oN
    land of marshmallow
    comfort.. wheRe gRound
    becomes a dance floor
    gliding feet come
    one with
    Earth
    and gRain
    of SAnd
    BuTTerfly
    SinGs iN
    human
    feat
    oF
    feetONE..:)

    Birth of water whole
    from start of Ocean
    womb.. sailor’s
    deliGht oF
    what we
    were
    underwater..
    never sinkIng
    shore..
    finally
    crawling out..
    be the
    water
    whole again..:)

    Bird of bridge
    swoon of heARt..
    fly so hiGh
    liGhting
    never
    landing
    hard..:)

    *
    Other than when
    human dies.. most
    other animals
    feed the birds..
    humans collecting
    it all..
    even
    dead..
    morbid
    obsession
    with form
    away from essence..:)

    Child dreams of innocence
    real iN imagination
    and creativity
    true.. moving..
    connecting..
    yes creating..
    wishing fruition
    no limits or expectations
    in passings or futures..
    now a child’s
    eYes..
    alWays
    Innocence
    SpiRit Young
    Never aging
    fountain
    youth..
    inside
    never going..
    dreams live on..:)

    Birds of a feather
    sings songs often
    not together.. solo
    they go..
    lonely
    but always
    searching
    for another
    feather..:)

    Child’s eYes of paradise..
    leave no room for
    doubt.. all is hope
    all is new..
    all deliGhtful
    when parents
    Love
    the
    same..
    Children’s
    liGht a SonG
    that never
    ends..
    with Love
    at least..
    living Again..:)

    A world of input
    sharing input
    liking input..
    away from
    moving.. connecting
    creating in flesh and blood
    is in two
    words..
    humanely
    insane..:)

    Tree of knowledge..
    form.. so distant..
    lacking
    essence..
    Tree of Life..
    Born again..
    leaves Grass
    Green as LiFe..
    closer..
    Now Real..:)

    Ah.. yes.. an eternal
    now born iN eYes
    Love.. again
    through
    out
    ages..
    Loving
    eYes stay now
    everforevernow..:)

    Second response to noweverforevernow..
    SMiLes.. No time in heaven now beyond inFiniTy..
    Beyond fire.. All time in hell as infiNity..
    To fully understand this one must go to
    both places in different nows..
    The lesSon of eterniTy now..
    Some folks call it the dArk
    niGht of the soUl or
    meeting Karma and
    the God of Nature
    allthatis face to face..
    For me at least.. Yes.. the adventure
    one Lifenow.. finding no time now as
    eternal in heaven and the anti-now..
    In the other place.. That question
    can inspire a novel.. my friend..
    Thanks.. I’ll finish the rest
    of it.. On my blog.. wInks..
    Just for fun..:)
    SMiLes..
    like God
    ‘said’..
    i’ll
    come
    back
    creating
    Now juSt
    noW..:)

    Third response..
    SMiLes again..
    i second
    now
    that..;)

    Dragon Fly
    oh.. and roach
    wonder.. ugly..
    not owing
    any human
    explanations
    first survivors
    among
    living
    earthy
    beings and
    likely last to go..)

    Well that ends
    the Tuesday
    prompt
    of 24
    poetic
    expressions..:)

    11:59 pm..
    and back for
    Thursday open
    link night catch
    up game tomorrow..
    hopefully finishing
    before the Super
    Bowl begins..
    just for
    challenge
    as all i’ll
    be watching is
    half time.. with
    Chris Martin.. and
    Cold Play and
    Beyonce
    too enjoying
    tHeir show
    of human
    archetypes
    of so many
    songs and dance
    as well as other
    humanly designed
    sign language
    attempting
    to scribe
    the
    essence
    of all that is
    aka God for now..:)

    Back at 12:41 pm..
    after some
    Global
    deTours
    on 2062016..
    StArtinG now
    with Thursday
    open lInk night
    at dVerse doing
    a few before
    dance shopping
    comes in
    Marathon
    ways..
    at all
    wife
    Katrina’s
    favorite stores
    and mine too in
    the nooks and
    crannies of
    the metro
    mall
    where
    store
    management
    allows me to
    let is all go
    free in flow
    of Zone..
    hmm.. deserving
    honorable mentions
    as one.. force
    of stores..
    particularly
    Dick’s Sporting
    Goods.. the
    Earth Store..
    and Spencer
    gifts.. as
    well as
    Star
    bucks
    in the mall..
    dancing in Star
    bucks in tight
    quarters like
    the Earth
    Store..
    and Spencer
    Gifts.. and
    away from
    the mall
    and Barnes
    and Nobles
    Book store is
    like micro
    poetic
    expressions
    a reAlly
    tight
    fit
    that has
    much to say..
    in feat of feet..
    like that dancing
    Penguin
    Happy
    feet
    me..
    all relaxed
    in flow to go..
    So here i go more
    in writing to
    dVerse
    for a few
    more.. finger
    treats.. now..;)

    Poems.. Dance.. SonG
    Art.. in general..
    a way of life
    that expands.. moving..
    human imagination now
    and creativity.. a UniVerse
    we within.. onLY expanding…
    Science.. the anti-art
    for order..
    including
    poems
    and
    dance
    that
    pAinTs
    by number..:)

    Hmm.. asteRisk
    removed from
    that one..
    let’s
    see iF
    my poem
    stands
    or is
    erased
    now by
    whatever..
    if you see
    an asterisk
    the answer is
    yes.. if not..
    either
    way..
    the
    poem
    sTill
    exists
    here..
    ah..freedom
    the place
    now that
    censorship
    cannot touch..
    at least here..;)

    Store Dance
    comes now..
    back later..
    for more
    writing..;)

    1:24 pm..
    11:49 pm.. back
    and hmm.. my comment
    stuck.. and that’s
    actually the second
    person that was
    moderating
    my comments
    out that has
    decided to let
    me back in..
    hmm..
    positive
    energy
    i guess..;)

    Anyway.. back to
    dVerse.. 32 more
    poetic expressions
    in response coming
    for me.. and
    i’ve gotta
    a Novel
    to publish..
    perhaps as
    early as
    tomorrow
    write fred
    write..
    dance
    fred
    dance..
    and that’s
    where i just
    came from in
    steps of
    measure
    of around
    16 miles..
    now to
    let the
    fingers
    do
    the
    dancing..;)

    *
    Numbers.. Numbers
    Numbers.. Spread
    sheet
    hell..
    fingers
    fingers
    digits..bits
    and bytes..
    of never
    quenching
    thirst for Love..:)

    Skipping over to
    Shawna’s place
    for another
    revisionist
    new
    response
    to her poem..
    that no longer
    exists on her blog..
    SMiLes.. the Big S..
    i mean little s..
    just stopping
    by long enough
    to say.. now..
    i like you..
    Happy
    sun now
    day.. any
    way.. Friend..
    i feel all
    the gaps
    in with
    NOW..
    btw..
    OMG..
    that reminds
    me of what my
    first Girl friend
    named
    Little
    s.. remember
    her name was
    Sonia Lee..
    and there
    was little
    f.. too..;)

    Okay.. back
    to sequential
    order.. now..

    Well.. wITh Azaleas stiLL bLooming
    Violet.. iN middle oF WiNter
    SprinG cAMe anD
    leFt aNd
    never
    arrives
    i guess..
    but DaFfodils
    kNow tHeir place
    In February..
    iN hINt
    ofFSprinG
    here sTill
    cominG..:)

    Emerald Green Beauty…
    of Bermuda.. none
    like it i’ve seen
    except close
    to wheRe i
    live.. in San
    Destin.
    place
    of the
    Truman show
    close tHere too..
    sMiles.. so much
    poeTry to be
    geneRated
    sTIll
    MovinG
    now by
    paradises
    oF earth..:)

    Ha.. being on the Autism
    Spectrum with Asperger’s
    Syndrome.. if i had a
    dollar for everyNOW
    the kids made fun
    of me.. FOR THE
    WAY i spoke..
    i now..
    would be
    richer than
    i already am
    from it making
    me stronger..
    and yes.. then..
    speech impediments
    were much of an
    improvement over
    not speaking
    at all
    until age
    4.. and now
    i don’t shut
    up.. and
    that’s no
    mythoRy..
    and perhaps
    THAT iS for REAL..
    no speech pathologists
    for me.. my memory
    was good enough
    for straight
    A’s.. so
    the teachers
    didn’t pay
    no mind
    to my speech..
    then.. somenows
    the girls liked
    me before i
    opened
    my mouth..
    but at least
    i had a shiny smile..
    so i learned not
    to talk
    again..
    just
    sMiLes..
    with shiny eyes..:)

    Ah.. balance
    now of noble
    inside outside
    cats.. ours always
    live longer than
    domesticated
    only inside
    ones it
    seems
    by double..
    but yeah..
    so sweet
    they are inside
    as well.. so pampered..:)

    Smart phone saviors
    oF red lights
    and
    waiting
    rooms
    standing
    in Line..
    too..
    never
    a dull
    moment
    with Facebook
    antics.. candy
    crunch
    and
    poeTry
    for me..
    and sure
    some ‘other stuFf2′..:)

    PoeTry of human
    seNsualiTy thE
    dark zone
    wheRe
    most folks
    fail to go..
    i ain’t
    scaRed
    and so glad
    to see no one
    gave you a
    hard time
    here..
    butt the
    dark oF iT
    ALL.. iNside..:)

    As hard as it may
    be to believe i can’t
    write.. scribble
    scrabble
    dysgraphia
    is all i get..
    without
    digital
    keys
    i just
    shut-up
    in print..:)

    *
    Brick forest..
    weeds grow into
    history before..
    grass breaks
    stone..
    uproots
    human
    gone..:)

    Only two
    asterisks
    out of
    33 poems..
    not bad at
    all.. so
    great iN
    fAct..
    as even
    asterisks
    inspire great..:)

    So many positive addictions..
    including poetry
    to feel
    the void
    of yester
    now
    empty..
    dance for
    me too..
    and
    Love
    of course..
    Prescription
    Ativan for
    5 years..
    difficult
    too…
    free is best.:)

    SMiLes.. i’ve read
    that in mountainous
    areas folks are more
    likely to call God
    Nature..
    and in
    deserts
    where
    taLLest
    standing
    iS humans
    God becomes
    nowman and or
    some last prophet..
    Nature and God
    even bigger than
    human or Mountain..
    depends oN wHere oNe Lives..
    and how far one can see pass
    horizon
    yesternows
    here for now..:)

    1:07 am..
    2072016
    13 more
    and
    now
    sleep..:)

    Back at 9:13 am..
    with now for a couple
    before Church now
    comes..

    SMiLes broken as culture
    infinite number of
    rules and
    regulations
    that now say
    not good
    enough..
    ha! i say
    F culture
    yes.. Fred
    culture i am
    me.. and else
    is Illusion except
    moving.. connecting
    and creating.. and those
    who care not to can certainly
    travel another way if
    they like than
    bliss
    of the
    heaven of
    now.. Mastery
    iN relative
    FREE WiLL
    under LOVE..
    God aLLows
    aLL
    of uS
    when
    sOught
    now found
    inside outside
    above so below
    all around uS now
    expanding Stars
    of Us UniVerse
    withiN
    aLive
    NOW..:)

    Dust and Ashes of freedom
    one and sAMe riSinG faLLinG
    Star dust once us..
    prisons many..
    brick and mortar
    mind and boarder..
    boarder or free
    iN
    side or
    out above
    so below
    aLL
    ’round
    free now
    or prisons
    apArt
    our
    relative
    free
    WiLL
    house
    inside free
    moving connecting
    and creating in or
    out of hUman
    made
    priSons..:)

    Back at 1:25 am..
    2082016..
    still
    playing
    catch up..:)

    Lost Love..
    Loving Losses
    strange bedfellows
    of nuerochemicals
    and neurohormones
    that follow loss..
    dopamine
    pleasure
    riSinG..
    poeTry
    calls.. oxytocin
    social bonding
    falls.. caLLinG
    Love.. more..
    oh.. the signs
    and hints of
    nuero
    stuff.. now..
    to understand
    Nature can be
    to master
    iT iN..
    relative
    Free WiLL..
    wheRe no
    one..
    controls
    uS but Us..
    FREE iS
    alWays
    inside..
    trUly
    us.. inside..
    outside.. and
    aLL a’Round..
    at least i feel
    i kNow.. i feel
    i reason..
    i master
    relative
    free
    will..
    miNd and
    boDY balance
    as soUl oF uS..
    moving.. connecting
    in emoTioNaL spiRit
    oF heARt.. expresSinG..
    feeLinGs.. now regulating
    emoTioNs.. inTeGraTinG
    senses.. a dance now
    and SonG
    of LiFe
    for
    NOW
    Free WiLL
    under Love..
    F R E E D O M..:)

    Letters Love
    never connecting
    passing ships iN
    Oceans uS.. so far
    so dark
    so deep
    so shallow
    left feeLinGs
    oF Love.. forGivinG
    Us.. stArtinG aGaiN..
    no one iS perfect
    wE aLL work
    toGeThEr
    best
    as
    one
    Force..
    dARk and LiGht
    iN Star Wars oF
    miNd and boDy
    balance.. now..:)

    So true.. Love
    iS not onLY
    kinD Love
    cannot
    gRow
    now an
    ocean
    with
    out
    cou
    rage..
    Kung
    Fu Pan
    da now
    1.. 2.. or
    3.. Kung Fu..
    in general..
    martial
    arts..
    bRinGs
    strength
    of character..
    integrity of
    miNd and boDy
    balance.. and now
    best of aLL.. trUly
    innate.. instinctual
    and intuitive to be
    the water requires
    zero letter of
    instruction
    to follow
    heArt of
    moving..
    connecting
    and creating now..
    UniVerSal Truths now
    follow Loving Strength..
    iN Fearless UnconditioNal
    LoVE
    N0W..:)

    Human Archetype of the
    DArk niGht of the SoUl..
    Human sOul
    as real
    as science
    when the
    art of
    uS
    rises
    again..
    when child
    becomes science
    and art once again..:)

    This is a really great poem..
    perhaps the best out
    of the whole
    dVerse open
    link lineup
    this week..
    and one
    comment..
    wow.. what
    iS thiS.. poeTry
    or Facebook.. sMiles..
    Tit for tat like or share..
    cold hEArted orb.. kNows
    no.. notta
    feeLinG.. now..
    Moon iS briGht
    hUman dark..
    give and
    get or
    now no
    give at aLL..
    giving iS the best
    pArt oF aLL for
    those who
    feel
    the now
    reward..
    sAdly
    dArkest
    heARt
    goNe..
    now..
    SinGs iTs
    SonG oF
    no RefRain…:)

    Ah.. to think that
    the first farmer
    forgot poeTry
    was never
    words
    and
    only essence..
    to feel iT.. yes..:)

    Canary yeLlow
    humans faLL
    iN cOld
    Winter
    mines.. minds..
    Canary winGs
    SinG aWay
    from
    cultUre
    lies.. fLy
    hiGher
    than
    cAges mAde..:)

    *
    SMiLes..
    God speaks
    through aLL
    even through
    metaphorical
    DEvils and Satans
    ignorance
    speaks
    for none..
    and to be
    clear i like your
    poem.. sMiLes
    again.. that’s
    iN reference
    to the
    first
    response..
    up there forgetting
    that the prophets
    signs are
    in concert
    halls.. as
    God is an
    equal
    opportunity
    employer whether
    profit or prophet..
    sMiLes times three..;)

    SoUl
    no memory
    but now..:)

    Hardestiny
    and sofTest
    Loves.. live
    iN
    mirrors..:)

    Baptism in the air
    and water
    without
    scripture
    or even
    one word..
    Air and Water
    SpRinG eternal
    now.. aWay
    from eYes
    oF cOld..
    flows
    spiRit
    Youth
    returning..
    heArt and SoUl..:)

    Les
    Son
    now A
    Butterfly
    never looking
    back iN Cocoon
    ways now.. dreams
    oF FliGht
    fruition
    SinGS
    WinGs
    oF flutter
    hEarT FeeLs..:)

    Spectrums from conservative..
    literal.. to open minded
    figurative.. wild
    and free
    or imprison
    science.. art
    is freer with
    imagination
    and creativity
    not closed in
    plastic
    bags..
    trial and
    error failure
    and success
    alWays
    trying
    better
    chances
    no matter who..:)

    Road travels
    human moves
    connects creates
    Road travels
    human cars
    move..
    without
    connecting
    creating..
    Roads travel
    destinations
    change moving
    connecting
    and
    creating
    travel..:)

    SeAsons greeting
    All fOur
    butterFly
    danCinG
    humans now
    create FliGht
    through liGht
    inside shiNinG
    briGht aLL
    foUr
    seaSons
    lONg for
    NOW..:)

    Humans
    Domestic..
    Wild as
    Wolves..
    sMiLes
    oN a
    dog’s
    face.. Sitters..
    Rovers.. aLL
    animals
    including
    uS.. no
    different
    reAlly outside..
    excuses from
    culture..
    Nature
    SinGS
    true
    and free
    moving sitting
    one and sAme..:)

    Ocean dreams
    of old goNe..
    so blue
    so deep
    so cOld
    daRk
    blue
    one
    sInks..
    Oceans emerald
    glow in gulf..
    so shallow
    yet
    deep
    in life’s
    row now oF
    yeLLow sUn..:)

    All caught up
    at 3:18 am..
    and to
    publish
    a seventh
    chapter
    of a Novel
    titled “Super
    Bowl of Love”
    tomorrow
    with
    Novel
    titled
    “GodsUniVerseNovel2”
    all 7 chapters
    coming later..:)

  8. gigoid says:

    Got here late, for me, but, will be back…

    Cya, mon frer ami

    gigoid

    • Hi gigoid.. hey.. sMiLes better
      late than never and like
      Arnold and you
      say you can
      alWays
      come back
      and of course
      feel free to do so
      with never a rush
      iN Fredland also
      kNown as Boogie
      Wonderland..
      hmm.. and
      i feel like
      putting that here
      write now.. haha..:)

      And as a jumping off point..
      that reminds me of hmm.. 2006
      before the type two Trigeminal
      Neuralgia.. came for me..
      to take my emotions
      and life away..
      first a strange
      pain in the
      bottom of my feet
      a year or so later
      to find that it was
      an auto immune
      issue with Sjogren’s
      Syndrome.. something
      about the vessels and nerves
      of feet.. a pain so bad on the
      bottom of my feet that
      touching anything was
      beyond a cut of knife..
      pain is like a universe
      of dArkness wITh
      humans as
      theRe are
      so many potential
      pains that one has
      never experienced before
      no different really than there
      are so many moves in body
      of UniVerse-like potential
      associated with an
      InFiniTy of emoTions
      one can feel groWinG
      through the body.. per receptors
      iN cells associated with neurohormones..
      neurochemicals.. some rarely experienced
      like all natural DMT.. likely associated
      with the Pineal Gland.. for
      advanced.. ascending
      masters as it were
      and still is.. but
      the bottom
      line to
      get
      iN touch with one’s
      boDy and miNd in Dance
      oF moving integrating
      senses and
      regulating
      emoTioNs
      iS a way up.. up
      up.. to the metaphorical
      ascension of human being
      in riSinG bliss.. up up up
      and away.. farther free
      as human being
      heaven.. nirvana
      bliss now.. hmm..
      yeah.. once
      again.. like
      Fredland
      oF Boogie
      Wonderland now..
      nicely illustrated
      by the Blue Eyed
      Penguin above..
      so below
      inside
      outside
      around here… now..:)

      http://gigoid.me/2016/02/08/bags-of-bewildered-alien-budgies/

      SMiLes.. gigoid.. i
      used to be impressed with
      my stellar IQ points
      until REAL LIFE
      taught me.. that
      Standard IQ
      is a culturally
      derived intelligence
      of the last 10 to 12 thousand
      years.. and sadly takes human
      farther and farther away from the
      almost limitless other innate..
      instinctual and intuitive
      intelligences
      that play
      by rules
      of art over
      Standard IQ
      science points
      in ways of
      verbal
      and non-verbal
      intelligence.. reading
      writing and arithmetic..
      all devices of human
      cultures.. moving..
      connecting and
      creating
      all
      arts of
      human being..
      Standard IQ
      develops
      creature
      comforts..
      but sadly sits
      humans still
      in desks of
      hell.. decades
      in school and work
      and now in a 4 inch
      to 5 inch scream
      of screen…
      Standard IQ..
      is a 10 to 12 thousand
      year.. human experiment
      where the recipients
      of the testing
      requirements
      are the
      unwitting
      so-called
      smart
      guinea
      pigs..
      i’m no longer
      smart i feeL
      life instead
      asSMaRT
      kNowing iT..
      i no longer
      plan.. i do..
      i just do it..
      and for someone who
      feels nature there is no
      doubt that moving.. connecting..
      creating and sharing hands oN
      eYes oN and feelings oN..
      iS REAL as WeLL..
      as taKinG
      no more
      than one
      gives.. back..
      American Indians
      faiLed every test
      of standard
      IQ
      other
      than
      human
      intelligence..
      and they lived
      iN balance as
      they knew
      no
      different..
      in ways of
      Standard IQ
      lies.. i hope
      my IQ
      points
      are lower than
      ever.. but sadly
      they are not..
      so i have
      to pray
      10 times
      more than
      average men
      or women to
      keep
      iT
      ALL
      TOGETHER
      ONE.. REGULATED
      EMOTIONS.. INTEGRATED
      SENSES FLOW iN ZoNE..
      WitH GOD oF
      NATURE
      DANCE
      AND
      SING
      ONE..
      What a relief
      to know and
      FEEL GOD
      iS Real
      as
      Nature
      REAL
      iN
      uS
      no lessons
      of desks or screams
      of screens required..
      for Truth
      and LiGht
      innate
      instinctual
      allintuitive
      COMMON
      F iN sense..:)

      Yes.. i enjoy copious amounts
      of stellar IQ mental masturbation..
      Dopamine generator it is.. WInks..
      And it gives the wife horrible headaches..
      So.. i Just Do iT ALL online with non-suspecting
      prey.. And to be clear.. To pray is more and less..
      Cognitive behavioral therapy in either dArk or liGht
      ways of powerful nocebo and or placebo effect and affect..
      Yes.. Science is slowly catching up with Aeons of mystery schools..
      For human occult.. i refuse to wait for the rest.. So like the
      Goddess of Victory and Shoes says.. Yes.. i just do iT..
      Dance and SinG A SonG of Nature As Classical GAS..:)

  9. https://shadowsofthedivine.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/an-open-letter-from-a-dead-child-to-his-mother-on-his-death-anniversary/

    A little after midnight
    old friend Lala Rukh..
    on the 6th.. the day
    i’ll visit you
    always as
    i never
    break a promise
    from a soul now whole..
    alWays God wilLinG
    of course but
    God sWays
    whole
    with
    uS.. my friend..
    hope you’re doing
    okay.. great will be
    better but i’ll take
    okay.. as
    enough..
    continuing
    to grow
    at least
    for now.. happy
    happy.. just
    happy
    to
    say happy
    my friend alWays..:)

  10. I like the words “free and wild” a lot! And giving to nature more than taking……..we are long overdue for that. Thanks for your comment on my blog, kiddo. Keep shining your light!

    • SMiLes.. my friend Sherry Blue Sky..
      ah.. the only one from dVerse
      brave enough to
      venture
      wheRe
      no man
      or woman
      has gone before..
      hehe.. most
      anyway..
      hehex2..
      hope you
      are having a
      wonderful
      weekend
      now..
      as i find free
      and wiLd and giving
      giving giving.. the
      answer to
      the
      UniVerse
      of me..
      wInks..;)

  11. http://gigoid.me/2016/02/06/portions-of-augmented-tuxedo-milk/

    Torn between the balance
    of two lovers..
    writing and
    dance..
    both imagination..
    both creativity..
    one healthy
    one not..
    Before i stArted dancing
    before i magically got
    well and changed
    Personality
    like Dr.
    Jekyll
    and
    Mr. Hyde
    from INTJ
    to ENFP
    civilized
    to wild
    and free..
    almost
    over night..
    where even a
    licensed therapist
    named it as a real
    miracle.. yeah..
    a Catholic
    one too..
    her
    defined religion
    then and now..
    but for me an
    all natural one
    as i see Nature
    as God more mysterious
    and magical than any book
    of fiction.. including the
    Bible and Kuran..
    anyway.. back
    to writing..
    before my
    dance of life..
    i spent 24 hours
    in one day on June
    5th.. 2013.. about a
    month before
    spontaneous
    recovery..
    writing
    a ‘Garden
    of Bandaid’

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2013/08/18/visiting-the-garden-of-band-aid/

    and
    before
    E-scaping
    from the cocoon..
    on about July 22nd..
    the beginning of the
    next day.. my birthday
    on the 6th of June..
    i then looked down at
    my feet and saw them
    balLooning.. the habit
    of writing..
    had become
    an addictional
    one to
    shorten
    my life if i did
    not start paying more
    attention to my body
    of imagination
    and creativity
    along
    with
    mind of
    writing
    sAMe..
    it took me almost
    two years to date
    this year.. where
    my feet
    no longer
    swell sitting
    down.. and
    almost 5000
    miles of dance
    to get theRe..
    words
    are pretty
    meaningless
    compared to
    basic
    animal
    homeostasis..
    the humble graiN
    oF sAnd stiLL knoWs
    more than i.. as iT
    kn0ws noThing..
    and
    feEls
    WeLL
    iF
    not @ALL..
    hOlding up
    the mountains
    no less than
    iT
    self..
    my current challenge
    is to write a Novel
    by the end of
    Mardi Gras
    day on
    Tuesday..
    if it happens
    it does.. if not..
    so what..
    after
    all
    it’s
    just
    a
    gRain
    of sAnd..
    after all
    is said
    and
    danced..
    my other challenge
    iS to dance my usual
    literal marathon of
    dance walKinG
    over 26 miles..
    starting
    today
    Saturday..
    at all my
    wife’s favorite
    stores.. but first
    a sand dance
    comes with
    Sun now..
    as
    balance
    goes on
    eternAlly
    now.. the
    only Heaven
    i kNow.. for
    now.. NOW..
    iN FeeLinG
    ah.. the FeeLinG
    without that words
    are just sHeLLs
    of dead
    finGers..
    a science
    project under
    hEaVEN
    oF
    heART..
    and nah.. i probably
    will only get half a marathon
    in.. as Sunday is a visit to
    a Southern Baptist
    Pastor’s farm..
    after Catholic
    Church.. and
    then there is
    the SuperBowl..
    i’m all for replacing
    Tribal wars with
    Tribal wars
    of
    relatively
    benign football
    except for concussions
    and early onset dementia..
    but the half time show.. i gotta
    see that.. hopefully live.. as
    it is the highlight usuAlly
    of
    pop
    art each
    year now..
    with so much
    deeper meaning
    now and symbolism..
    that most people now
    are not even aware of..
    however.. only symbolism..
    i’m a realist and a mystic
    one and
    sAMe..
    NOW..:)

    SMiLes my friend.. gigoid..
    hope ya enjoy the trip
    and as the creative
    wheels continue
    to burn in my
    feet and feat
    oF mind.. iN
    B A L A N C E..
    i already wrote
    the Novel.. it has
    6 chapters so far..
    at around 40K
    words..
    starting
    with
    ‘WrecKinG bAll of Fearless Love’
    on January 23rd.. started
    writing that chapter
    on January 21st.. so
    finishing the 6th
    chapter on
    February
    4th makes
    for two weeks
    for the standard
    Novel word count
    oF Novel.. hovering
    write around the
    40K mark..
    so ha.. now
    it’s just
    the final 7th
    chapter i’m working
    on this weekend and
    i think i’ll end it on
    the 7th of January
    just for good
    mEaSure..
    putting aLL
    the chapters
    together in technology’s
    ease of cut and paste..
    and ha.. now i’ll never
    publish a print novel..
    impossible with the
    way i write with
    multi-media..
    however..
    with a paid
    Word Press
    site with unlimited
    storage.. i could
    conceivably
    publish a thousand
    novels with portions
    of my ‘Augmented
    Tuxedo
    milk’..
    cool
    metaphor
    you designed
    to illustrate
    that
    by the
    way..
    of 11
    million
    words
    overall..
    cut and
    pasted
    every
    which
    way..
    perhaps
    an infinite
    number
    of Novels
    who kNows..
    who feels..
    i’ll have to
    do the
    math..
    as your
    metaphor
    of title BRinGs
    an ease of answer..
    heLL.. why not be crazy
    when ya
    CAN..
    it’s a new
    frontier now
    after all..
    might
    as
    WeLL
    go now
    wheRe
    no man/woman..
    has gone before..
    Rod Serling one
    human out oF
    my favorites..
    and i.. my
    friend
    am
    iN
    the TwiLiGht
    Zone NOW..

    QUOTE:

    “The instinct of creativity must be followed by the act,
    the physical act of putting it down for a sense of permanence.
    Once you get that prod, that emotional jar, that “I have witnessed
    something.” Or “I have felt something.” Or “I have seen something.”
    Or, through observation, “I have been moved by an event.” I think
    the answer is, “Get it down. Get it down quickly. Write it down.”

    -Rod Serling

    And yeah..
    i’ll call all of
    ’em ‘GodsUniVerseNovel’
    as multi-UniVerses are
    cool..2..3.. etc.. too.
    and
    i’ll just
    sequentially
    number ’em
    like that
    from now on..
    GodsUniVerseNovel2
    so on etc.. infinitum..
    so folks like you
    who actuAlly
    read something
    i wrote.. will
    know
    it’s just
    a cut..
    copy.. and
    paste.. of the
    chapters that
    preceded it..
    wInks..
    BIG
    WiNks..
    Creativity
    mixed with
    TechNoloGy..
    the art
    and
    science
    of human magic
    now.. groWing..
    by the moment
    oFthe
    preSent
    oFNow..
    the CUTTING and PasTinG
    EDGE OF CREATIVITY..
    LIKE A RAZOR OF
    WHATeVER
    now THAT
    “DUDE’S”
    NamE
    iS…;)

    http://gigoid.me/2014/04/07/standing-in-the-pentagram-she-began-to-chant/

    Church.. and hUman Nature..
    Politics.. and Football..
    sAMe.. Tribal
    Nature iS.. NOW..
    us.. conservative
    vs. Liberal.. masculine
    vs. feminine.. Broncos
    vs. Panthers.. and
    even atheists
    vs. theists..
    the greaTest
    pARt oF Allthatis
    isallthatis includes
    All of
    thiS..
    sMiLes..
    iT iS what It Is..
    but to understand
    IT.. can be to master
    iT wITh relative free WiLL
    in the gift of now..
    iN B A L A N C E..
    Soccer again..
    is my favorite
    way to
    unify
    and divide
    humans without
    anyone getting
    hurt too bad..
    but one thing
    is for sure.. as long
    as human beings are
    flesh and blood primates..
    the tribal instinct ain’t goin’
    anywheRe even iF back
    down to
    the small
    group at base..
    it will be a battle
    of the sexes from
    patriarchy to
    egalitarianism
    to even
    matriarchy..
    the balance of
    Nature sways back
    and forth as the Pendulum
    of realiTy wiLL have destiny’s
    fate alWays
    now..
    riding the
    wave oF
    IT iS
    alWays moving
    connecting and
    C R E A T i N G..
    the flavor of now..
    So.. sure.. go team..
    Love for me iN
    LiGht at lEast..
    but sure.. i’M
    human too..
    and sure..
    sometimes
    conservatives
    irk me.. as i am
    so unlike ’em..
    so at least
    i understand
    why.. shrug
    and move
    on.. now..
    as it is well
    beyond my pay grade
    to change either hUman
    Nature or Mother Nature…
    adapt yes.. but change
    basic human
    nature.. now..
    nah.. yes.. I E P..
    that’s a continuing
    work of Art oN the
    individual level
    always
    now..
    iN Education
    P L A N Ning..
    with the tools
    of culture at
    backhand
    too.. now
    serving
    the ball
    nicely
    when
    racquet
    and ball
    become ONE..
    balance oF TeNnis..
    Anyway.. i got my
    full marathon of dance
    iN this weekend at around
    26 miles.. and although the
    first 40K plus 7K or so
    words of the Novel..
    are complete..
    the 7th
    Chapter
    sTill coming..
    and looks like
    the finished product.. now…
    yes.. for ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’..
    iS closer to Mardi Gras day..
    on 2092016 for now..
    but anyway.. my
    health says
    thanks
    for all the
    dance walking
    memories from
    this weekend.. it’s
    frigging amazing getting
    to do that in Footloose
    Town.. now.. don’t
    get me wrong..
    not as
    bad as
    Westboro
    church.. in
    ignorant
    ways of
    being.. but still
    almost beyond belief,,
    as just several years ago..
    the local radio station.. and
    local Preacher were calling
    homosexuals demon possessed..
    and the Manager of the station
    suggesting that welfare moms
    who are single.. should
    be sterilized after
    the first
    child
    if they
    don’t
    get off
    the government
    ‘dole’.. then they
    turn around
    and talk
    about
    HOW F
    iN great
    Christians
    they are.. and the
    preacher dude.. has
    an intro.. on his radio show…
    saying he has a direct line to
    God.. sure the DeVil talks too..
    sMiles.. Life
    iS fun iN liGht
    i’d rather be
    Lucifer
    than a
    real fiery
    dEvil preacher
    and his radio
    leader..
    now..
    he
    HE..;)

  12. One of my favorite Earth Store Associates..
    and Facebook friend.. Ashton.. iN one of
    my favorite places in the mall to do
    the slow version of my dance walking..
    kinda like a Bull set loose in
    a China Cabinet.. all
    dainty and stuff..
    wInk emoticon

    Seriously.. Batman..
    why so Serious.. when
    ya CANbe tWirLinG
    a’round happy
    like me!..
    wink emoticon

  13. On a cold night soul…
    Walking at 3am..
    Shades..
    tattered
    jacket..
    Darkest
    Woods.. creatures
    call out to me.. Moon
    says keep stepping..
    Streetlights as
    briGht as
    Sun..
    keep stepping..
    LiGht Soul comes
    out within.. keep stepping
    beat changing.. step backwards
    step sideways.. step around
    step spinning move hands..
    move up and down
    and all around
    spin..
    spin..
    spin..
    spiraling
    everywhere
    allplacesnow..
    the sacred
    dance
    of
    my Sioux
    and Cherokee
    ancestors indigenous
    ROCKING TO THE BEAT
    OF MOONLIGHT IN HeARt
    of me.. singing faster softer
    sweeter harder ROCKING
    YES.. KEEP ON ROCKING
    DISTANT SOUND OF
    GOD iN the
    background
    of my Eyes..
    God’s skeYes
    live
    again
    iN Stars
    of my
    eYes..
    still alone
    SoUl Rising
    SpiRit dancing
    tongue sinGinG
    Ancestral refRain..
    God says connect.. now
    move.. connect.. travel
    dancing shows more than
    moving connecting more
    moves creating no limits
    no expectations step
    more.. connect now
    more create more
    travel more
    feel more
    see more
    mind
    ful
    LY
    aware MORE now
    touch others more
    with steps and eYes
    and tongue of Love..
    SinG.. Dance
    steps
    of words now
    to write.. write
    write.. dance dance
    more more heroes
    eYes give
    more
    than
    take
    live
    briGht
    EnliGhtening
    Awakening more now
    Dance.. Sing.. Create
    record it all die young
    in SpiRit rise now..
    Live
    Life
    ALIVE!..
    Hero spiRit
    LIVES NOW!..
    Artistry of God’s
    eYes live iN uS.. now
    as wE move.. connect
    with other humans
    and all
    Nature
    God one
    and sAMe..
    creating anew
    UniVerse expanding now..
    greater beyond the boundaries
    of culture passing and new
    now..a Revolution of art..
    means expanding HeARts..
    SpiRits rising..
    ascending hiGher
    Peace greater now
    miNds and BoDys
    BalanCinG now
    as soUl grows
    alWays LovinG
    Life more..
    colors now..
    deeper briGhter
    sounds richer..
    F E E L I N G
    eYes deeper
    human
    LOVES
    ALL
    GOD
    EXISTS
    GREATER iN
    Force of human
    SKeYes oF Love NOW..
    Super Bowl halftime
    ritual.. no different
    ancestral refRain louder
    roar of crowd global
    now.. natural
    selection of
    SpiRits come
    togetHer great
    spiRits on stage..
    heARt beat moves
    louder.. crowd
    sinGs in mirror
    neuron refrain..
    beat of eARth
    comes louder
    wiTh
    human
    Love
    no longer now
    limits by frowns
    of restrictions move
    sing higher.. beat now
    higher.. richer.. deeper
    harder.. softer.. alive..
    move… create more
    briGhter liGhter
    rays of Love
    spread
    out from
    Center point..
    no different than
    origin of beginning
    and ending all of
    now always
    living
    now..
    SinG
    beat
    dance
    Earth feels
    refRain of human
    SonG UniVerse
    breathes
    a sigh
    of
    relief..
    Humans groWinG
    stronger togeTher
    holding hands
    a’round
    ill
    globe..
    mending
    band-aids
    of Love
    glue
    of Love
    greater than
    any division
    of fear
    and hate
    Rock on
    Love on
    spend heARts
    togetheR one..
    globe comes
    together
    Unity
    n0w oF
    Planetary
    SoUL.. now
    REvolution
    Orange comes
    as Hive
    oF Humans
    live living
    NOW aGaiN greater
    than ever before now
    dance and sing hero liGhts..:)

  14. Facebook Friend..
    Rafiah says..

    Grilled bbq fish is
    the best fish ever..

    i say..

    Grill it all..
    smile emoticon!

    Rafiah says..

    Eat it all…
    smile emoticon!

    i say..

    If i get my wish..
    one day all of
    us will BBQ in
    flesh and blood
    life together
    my friend..
    and
    perhaps
    it will be in
    heaven now..
    smile
    emoticon
    Wish=Prayer..
    at least for me..
    smile emoticon

    Rafiah says..

    You cook. I eat.
    wink emoticon

    i say..

    Ha!.. Katrina
    cooks.. we eat..wink emoticon
    Seriously… i haven’t cooked
    in 26 years.. washed clothes..
    or even washed dishes..
    #luckyhusband
    ..wink emoticon

    Rafiah says..

    nooo. You are such a brat.
    That day, we, Kat and I, will
    make you do all the labour
    while we sit back and relax.
    tongue emoticon wink emoticon

    i say..

    Okay.. sMiLes.. then you
    will be the taskmaster..
    wink emoticon
    Hmm.. yeah..
    i probably
    could do
    it for one day..
    smile emoticon
    when we visit..
    smile emoticon

    Rafiah says..

    We’ll set you right.
    tongue emoticon

    i say..

    Yes.. that’s
    what task
    masters
    do..wink
    emoticon

    Rafiah shares
    a beautiful
    rendition
    of Surah
    70 from
    the Kuran..

    i say..

    SMiLes.. Surah Ali-Ma’arj.. 70..
    is one of my favorites from the Kuran
    except for the words in my copy of the Kuran..
    per this specific Surah.. that are not told
    in the translation in English you provide here..
    while i agree that both heaven and hell are at hand
    and have been to both places.. hell a place
    where every second is a thousand years..
    and all there is.. is time.. and yes..
    the skin is gone as this fire is
    worse than any manmade flame of fire..
    as there is no feeling at all and yes..
    one will wish the entire of existence
    of everyone and everything away.. to escape..
    as there is no will to even die to escape..

    And yes.. the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand..
    a place where there is no time.. and eternal
    heaven now.. a place where all is internal bliss..
    inside.. outside.. above.. so below.. and ALL
    around and material goods that are manmade
    extensions of human tools have zero value
    above God’s Nature.. before human created
    tools and became the tools as human
    becomes more machine and tools
    than human now.. where those
    Terminator and Matrix movies..
    ring as true too.. for the
    fire of real human hell
    now away from heaven..

    But sadly.. my copy of
    the Kuran gives the male of the
    species permission to hold women as slaves..
    and demand sex of these women.. willing.. or not..
    so that is where my copy of the Kuran.. and
    Muhammad fails IF he actually said these things..
    but even his closest male companion disagreed
    with the ending printed version of the Kuran
    and was persecuted for that.. so questions
    remain my friend.. truly no different than
    the bible.. Christians read that also
    permits sex with willing and unwilling
    slave girls as rape.. in the Old
    Testament part of that..
    including supporting
    the slavery of
    human beings
    as women…

    Any part of
    any words away from
    the God of Nature are evil
    and come from a devil.. as
    metaphor.. same as in the U.S.
    where so-called Christians will
    say that homosexuals are demon
    possessed.. who Science proves
    now are a Natural Part of
    the balance of Nature
    when overpopulation
    pressures come..
    and part of the medicine
    for aggression.. violence..
    and warring ways.. for even
    our closest primate cousin the
    Bonobo in the wild without any
    written and recorded culture at all..

    And these same so-called modern Christians
    will call for the sterilization of women..
    who continue to have children on welfare..
    and will call for the poor to pay their
    own way in life.. instead of helping
    them out as fair laws will dictate
    for a social net in society that
    works for the less fortuned ones
    among us.. who are often truly
    closer to heaven.. than the rich
    who live in the hell of human extended
    tools of materialism that becomes us..
    instead of God’s Nature.. innately..
    instinctually.. and intuitively
    in us.. as us now…

    But anyway.. again..
    my copy of the Kuran is
    in English and as in all
    poetry and translations of
    different languages.. the
    meanings can vary greatly
    depending on a person’s innate
    and environmentally influenced
    ways of being.. in both translating
    language and interpreting metaphors
    of other human beings.. Muhammad
    obviously experienced pArt
    of Hell and pArt of heaven..

    Otherwise these metaphors in
    just literal words could not
    be brought to him.. through the
    deeper spiritual part of human emotional
    being.. as one cannot see this place.. just
    in literal words.. as there are no literal
    words to describe many potential
    experiences of the inner
    Universe of Human Being..

    a place of small exploration in
    terms of science that has no tool to
    measure the non-repeatable experiment of
    each Unique Human Being internal experience as UniVerse..
    as this pArt of human experience is mostly Art of
    Emotions or lack of Emotions that either free
    uS iN Heaven Here on Earth by continually
    practicing a prayer of positivity..
    or take us to Hell on Earth by
    ignoring our innate God Given
    Human Nature and taKing the
    word of human and all of human
    tools to be the truth and liGht
    away from our God given Human
    Natures gifted by the God of Nature..

    Science is the scribe of God..
    but humans are the Art
    of God alWays
    now among
    all of
    God’s
    creation
    as equal
    partners holding
    hands when free
    my friend Rafiah..:)

  15. sreeja harikrishnan..
    February 6, 2016 at 1:23 AM says..
    Delightful pics and enjoyed reading…
    a different perspective of things around us….

    Kate MiaFebruary 7, 2016 at 6:29 PM
    Hi sreeja.. thanks so much for stopping
    by on this streamlined version
    of my Word Press Blog..
    on this blogger blog..

    http://katiemiafrederick.blogspot.com

    hope you are having a
    wonderful weekend
    friend..:)

    And this is
    the ending of
    ‘GodsUniVerseNovel2’..
    to come after the seventh
    Chapter ‘here’ titled..
    ‘Super Bowl of Love’..
    yeah.. just popped
    iNto my mind..
    it’ll work.. now..
    moving here now
    to my first free
    verse poeTry
    expression..
    from latest
    February 2013
    to earliest March
    of 2013.. third
    month of the
    thirteenth
    year.. 2013..
    iT iS pArt of aLL
    my blogs..
    and sacred
    to me.. now..
    yes.. just now..
    between me aLL
    and God.. now..
    as this entire
    blog and all
    i’ve written
    oN the Internet..
    aLL 11 million words..
    between my blogs now
    and the Wrong Planet
    website.. are the ‘SonG
    oF mY SoUl’.. both
    iN Science
    and Art..
    as iT iS
    the balance
    that counts most
    iN liFe as aLways..
    and balance iS aLL
    about what
    this first
    manifesto
    of miNd..
    talks
    too..:)

    i think i was born as
    a kind of Classical Pantheist..
    as i saw patterns and connections
    in things that were more of my thinking
    process, along with the tactile sensory world..
    than what I think most people may experience
    as an internal dialogue of thought…
    i still have a vivid memory of
    connection to everything in
    the world.. as if i had been
    here forever.. before i was
    able to speak that i cannot
    fully put into words.. from
    about age 3 looking out
    into the distance over
    the river i grew up next to..
    But i think in some ways i knew more
    about my existence then than i do now..
    as i could not separate myself from what
    seemed like a very old home of nature…
    i am glad i had the opportunity to roam
    desolate pristine beaches as a teenager
    and young adult.. without any fear..
    and feeling one in being with the
    waves.. white sand..
    emerald green
    gulf.. sea oats
    and sea gulls..
    with no dramas
    in my head…
    But even my ancestors
    could not experience that with
    not being sure where their next meal
    was going to come from… Not likely that
    many creatures in the Universe could
    experience a little slice
    of nirvana like that…
    i can remember
    getting back into
    my car and being
    jolted back into the
    reality of all that is the
    complexity of modern culture..
    which at that point in time was so..
    so limited as compared to today..
    i was never quite the same after
    home computers come along..
    as i drifted further and
    further from a
    home of nature..
    The people i dealt with
    in the public at that time..
    in what was a “Cheers” like environment..
    was also a slice of nirvana… Cigarette filled..
    but the emotional contagion of a hundred human
    beings that are happy that i had the privilege to serve
    and make even happier.. equaled the nirvana of the
    walks on the sun-filled beaches..
    i loved my exquisite
    sensory experience of life…
    It was worth not being able to
    touch man made texture without
    goose bumps and an incredible feeling of discomfort.
    When i see Landon Bryce’s book “I Love My Own Autistic
    Self”, the little guy on the front is how i usually felt inside
    that people could only see in the gleam of my eyes…
    People often told me they wished they had what it was
    i had.. or wanted some of the drugs i was taking.. but
    i had no idea what they were talking about
    because there was nothing i wanted
    but to exist, for so many years…
    It was a powerful feeling that
    no one’s negativity could take
    away from me.. not even when
    the rest of the world told me i
    was not one of their kind…
    Sorry.. that was quite a tangent..
    but it is kind of therapeutic for me..
    i hope you don’t mind…
    My point i started off
    with was religion and
    Classical Pantheism..
    which is all of nature
    and science for me..
    the cultural complexity
    of what has come from human
    collective intelligence.. including
    all the strange oddities.. even the strangest
    of religious cults and beliefs.. But most of all
    the reality of that beach those waves.. and those
    grains of sand.. that do not exist without me…
    A gift.. a wonderful gift that was provided by
    my father and mother.. and their ancestors
    where there could be no break in the chain
    of events of human struggle that all my
    ancestors experienced to survive and reproduce..
    and their rodent ancestors about 75 million years ago..
    and all the other ancestors not identified and material
    substances that came together to make that possible..
    from the origin of what is.. whatever is.. is..
    That one point that i can only abstractly
    define because of the human collective
    intelligence that provides the map
    to what can be described.. as one
    point that we all share that can
    never be disconnected.. as long as we exist…
    Wow.. i just realized that sounds kind
    of like the intro to the “Big Bang
    Theory” TV show…
    And relatively speaking
    the knowledge that i gained
    that this is one sliver of conscious
    existence and what really is a little slice
    of heaven for some that do exist..
    considering just the benefit of
    a warm soft bed.. a hot shower..
    and things now considered so mundane
    that took billions of years to come into
    existence that were not here a little
    over a century ago.. Like toilet paper…
    But i could never experience that connection
    of what is.. any stronger than when i was three..
    i have everything and everyone before me to
    thank for that experience… Including collective
    intelligence and the understanding of that
    one point that still exists in all of us
    and everything else…
    i never met a stranger..
    not even a grain of sand on the beach…
    But i did not feel a category.. a religion.. a race
    or even a gender for myself.. which at least for me
    enhanced the ability to find a friend in that grain of sand…
    i suppose it is the immune system issues and chronic pain
    that has taken some of that gleam out of my eyes.. but it still
    exists in the eyes in what i perceive of the anthropomorphic
    expression of the cat in my face book photo…
    Who at 18 years old is likely closer to the
    wisdom of that three-year-old child that
    only exists in my memory and pictures…
    i sense that type of wisdom requires
    no human intelligence at all
    beyond the core that is shared…
    i think it can be lost so much easier
    in a human into a little sliver of hell
    somewhere outside that balance of heaven..
    Particularly in lives where instant gratification
    has become the norm…
    i am at the service of
    my fully inside cat..
    but he has never
    had that gleam in
    his eyes.. or the
    same struggles to survive…
    The yellow cat in my Google plus
    avatar on the “Autistic Hoya” website..
    was a feral cat that only knew struggles
    in his several years of life behind our house in the woods..
    He became my emotions after chronic pain had removed them from
    my existence… He gained a gleam in his eyes of gratitude to have
    a balance in his life when we allowed him
    a place to gain predictable subsistence.
    An identical yellow cat that likely is his offspring..
    younger and stronger appears intermittently out
    of the woods and started to injure our now neutered
    cat.. racking up $200 dollar vet bills..
    every other week so the once
    feral cat has now been forced
    to become a fully inside cat…
    i am watching him slowly
    lose that gleam in his eyes..
    with the call of the wild slowly
    drifting away.. along with all the
    likely incredible sensory experiences
    that come with an outdoor world that
    the other cat that never gets injured in fights
    at age 18.. can still fully experience…
    As i sit outside toward the back of
    my yard, in the afternoon sun.. he is
    pacing back and forth politely..
    still with a humility of respect
    for a place of subsistence that
    keeps him from tearing the screen of the patio.
    Perhaps if he could speak and let me know in words..
    what i was taking away from him.. i would listen.
    But i cannot bear the thought of additional bloody
    wounds on his face… But still i remember what it
    means to have that connection and balance…
    When i watch him pace back and forth..
    it is one of the few things in life
    that will bring a tear to my eye
    that reminds me that i too am still connected..
    Other than that.. it could be just a word like Synesthesia..
    that seems to trigger something in my brain letting the brakes
    off the logic to move into figurative space..
    At least for me.. even one word
    can be a gift that leads me
    to a place in words that i don’t often visit…

    KATiE MiA
    Kind Autistics Taking In Everything
    Mindful in Awareness
    Autistic Love
    And the Science of Kindology
    An Ideological First Identity

  16. gigoid says:

    Finally made it back, but, not enough time to finish the comments; still have the next one to go. This is a good one; congrats on being loan free; it’s a good feeling. I have it too, but, am what I consider unencumbered, by any real property to speak of. When I was very young, I heard the phrase, “If you want a life of trouble, fill your house with treasures.”, a concept I took to heart, and, have never desired to acquire much at all…. I understand the idea of having a home base, but, I tend to make that wherever I happen to be…

    Side trip, eh? I do that…. I’m going onward, now; still some ways to go tonight to get caught up…

    Love

    gigoid

    • Hi gigoid.. thanks for coming by and i’m glad you enjoyed
      the story here as is.. and your comment about
      the troubles of attaching to material
      treasures is a first human
      problem.. as
      all other
      animals
      live relatively
      free without human
      clothes of culture.. one
      of my favorite movies.. the
      Planet of the Apes.. back in ’68
      when i was 8 moving to age 9..
      coming out of that movie..
      questioning already
      the cultural
      lies of
      an animal
      living away from
      Nature.. Charlton riding
      on that horse.. with perhaps
      the most beautiful girl in the
      world on the back of his
      horse.. in a pristine
      Nature of
      beach
      front paradise..
      bitching ’cause the
      humans blew it all
      up and let it
      all go
      back
      to pristine
      Nature as such..
      i’m thinking (now) man.. this
      ain’t no dam video game..
      check out that sweet girl
      on the back of your
      horse wHo
      wOUld do
      anything at
      aLL to please ya
      now.. juSt enjoy
      A hunt of
      life.. now
      and breathe the
      fresh air without
      atomic
      fumes
      of human
      idiocy.. yes..
      thanks God they
      blew it all up..
      and the
      Apes
      took over from
      soft and domesticated
      other primates.. who
      no longer
      developed
      the innate.. instinctual
      and intuitive tools..
      for social
      cooperation
      without frigging
      guns.. bombs..
      and pointy
      war
      heads
      iN killing
      fields of
      SUPER HUMAN
      IGNORANCE SET
      iN prison then and now..
      anyWay.. Apes stronger
      togetHeR.. to quote
      the new
      Ape
      Caesar..
      the kind and couRAge
      oF Ape iS riSinG aGaiN
      iN human primate
      culture kNow..
      too.. perhaps
      thinLY sparsed
      around the globe…
      but hell ya.. some out
      of the domesticated
      element of life..
      are re-
      wiLdING
      again.. and
      slowLy coming
      inTo PasSioN and
      Fashion at least
      wheRe i live
      one on
      me..
      hehe..;)

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