18 Responses to CocksComB deLiGht oF SciEnce And arT

1. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 29, 2016 at 3:40 PM

   SMiLes.. my FriEnd Zee..
   i have a favorite tree.. in my
   backyard.. named as Dogwood..
   and yoUr poem reminds me here..
   that the leaves are so green and uniForm
   oF liFe in thriving way.. that i come to
   notice it hardly at all in the Summer..
   until a leave of life drifts to
   the floor of Fall and
   coming Winter
   ground.. as staRt..
   and sure enough
   i take photos from
   then on.. watching the
   leaves in nostalgia way
   with hope and faith and
   of course 100% Nature belief
   that sure.. leaves will come back again..
   and the Beauty of that Love.. once
   aGain can be taken for trust
   and granted as the
   leaves hOld
   hands green
   with hardly any
   separation at all to
   see the Sun Behind the tree
   of life that truly was still living
   when leaves of Love left in Trust way..
   and strangely enough the human IS A Tree
   in this way too.. sure.. as metaphor of poeTry
   and pardon me if i have provided this science
   story to you before.. but yes.. when love leaves..
   the oxytocin neurohormone of social bonding goes
   way way down.. and the Sun of Dopamine feelings rises
   uP.. and drives the heARt.. the SpiRit and the mINd and
   BoDy soUl forward to regain the Serotonin trust of
   Neurochemical to go along with Dopamine as
   social bonding warm and fuzzy
   Neurohormone of oxytocin
   rises once again..
   the key here..
   in understanding how
   leaves go.. is to trust and
   know as hope.. even if one
   can feel neither of these or that
   warm and cozy baby feeling of being
   attached to love so fuzzy as cats purr
   when making biscuits that are truly love now
   that anyone can share.. without fear.. my friEnd..
   sAdly though.. the human way has turned a card of
   nomad.. where without a nuclear family of two.. one
   can be the loneliest number oF aLL.. my FriEnd.. iN
   Winter that never seems to end.. and yes.. that is
   human nature my FriEnd.. and many human
   beings who have said goodbye
   to the hugs of village whole..
   no longer can
   count
   on that
   Tree of Love
   that Dogwood..
   that smiles a touch
   of comfort.. of warm and
   fuzzy that heals even romance
   when romance comes and goes..
   anyWay.. obviously you have both reason
   and art.. and for some folks reaSon does hELp
   a heARt to understand what may come of Full Dogwood
   Trees with leaves that hold together where even the Sun
   is forgotten
   as LoVes
   Sings
   Leaves
   so warm
   and fuzzy sweet..:)

   wInks..
   i forgot the
   theme SonG to
   this as SonGs as
   you do kNoW and
   FeeL have a miGhty poWer
   to heal.. even beyond words
   of poEtry.. bilLions oF viewS on
   YouTube do not lie to that HEALING POWER..
   and.. oh yeah..
   by the way..
   cruX of
   the story..
   my wife is the
   Dogwood Tree who
   never sheds a leave oF aLL..
   and i AM juST a lucky oNe..noW
   as that allows me to blow leaves
   oF Love everywHeRe i go.. noW..
   aS the Dog
   wood
   is behind
   my SoUL.. heARt..
   SpiRiT alWAys as LoVE noW…:)

   Reply
2. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 29, 2016 at 5:35 PM

   WeLL.. the trUth and liGht iS.. i tend
   to stay in a sweet mood most of the now..
   a little to a lot focused.. but the emoTioNs
   generated bY aLL thE DancE and poEtic eXpreS
   SioNs i come to say and play as WorDs and SonG noW
   oF DancE.. do deLiGht the hands and feat oF Y i.. from
   toes to fingers that candy man bE.. Now glUes
   oF sweet love truE.. with leaves of tree thaT
   kNow no bounds of FeeLing se
   pa
   ra
   tiOns..
   distance..
   aWay from Fearless
   Love as i continue
   to hand out
   this candy
   freely and
   sure.. also in
   a small tribute
   here by A
   way to
   Willy
   Wonka’s
   Chocolate Factory
   and Gene Wilder..
   and a promise i made
   long ago for an unending
   supply aS candy oF Love iN PoEtiC noteS
   and stePs of SonG and WorDs.. aS total DanCinG FeaT..:)

   So yes.. off to dVerse for a few liNks before eat and work-out comes
   for night.. as a Quadrille prompt for the term ‘Leaves’ arrives
   tHeir too.. in official restriction of 44 words.. wHole but
   wHeRe i go WitH thaT.. at tHis point i.. have
   no clue.. as the sweetS iN mE
   of free continues
   to drive
   through..;)

   Leave notes..
   duSty gRow..
   parched fAll
   oF
   heARt..:)

   With every leave
   ThaT fAlls..
   SpRingS
   WiNter
   HopE
   oF
   Summer’s
   DrEaM GreeN iSREAL..:)

   HouseHolds
   oF Leaves..
   Parents
   go
   to
   4 inch
   screAms
   oF misSinG LoVE..:)

   Rest of liFE
   IS A Fall
   oF
   Leaves..
   Trees.. GroWinG
   bAck.. to born aGaiN..:)

   Hope you are doing well
   Victoria.. and sMiLes.. leaVinG
   my comment on the next one
   heAr.. as work-arounds
   do come..
   when finding
   after searching
   long enough it seems..:)

   With every leave..
   coveRinG twigs.. branches..
   limbs and trunks thaT die as trees..
   the sky
   lives
   more.. blUes
   of lifE StiLL
   crisp azure
   iN
   WiNter’s
   faLL..:)

   And iF i don’t
   leave this keyboard
   now.. i’LL be late
   for the
   flesh
   and blood
   work out
   in Tree oF
   ReaL liFE whOle
   as my temple of iSReaL
   spRinGS yeaR ’round iN alWays
   LiVinG Leaves oF NoW i DancE FReED..:)

   5:55 pm..
   8292016..:)

   Back at 12:23 am..
   8302016.. for
   some more
   dVerse
   Leaves
   oF poeTry SonGs..:)

   RiSing leaves of faLL…
   Holidays soon fall too..
   Costumes of Halloween
   smiling children’s tricks for
   treats.. and sure when the last
   leave is
   hidden
   in snow..
   Saint
   Nick
   comes
   and leaves aGaiN..
   perHaps for iSREAL2..:)

   Leaves of school dance
   bouquets pressed ‘tween
   annual pages.. ugh.. oh!
   noW
   re
   pLaced
   by
   Facebook pAges.. oh..
   that hOld no flowerS olD..
   Facebook has no memory
   smeLLs oF Love goNe byE..:)

   sheLLs as fossils leave
   iMprints of liFe..
   beForE..
   lEaves
   oF poeTry..
   sAMe.. mY friEnd..:)

   SMiLes..
   Leaves oF
   brOwn
   Fertilize
   R
   Green..:)

   sMiLes..
   the best
   leaves
   FaLL color liFe more..:)

   Bring the
   leaves.. faLL..
   as cOld
   only
   means
   hugs to me..:)

   Whispering pine leaves
   roaring louder through
   cold
   fronts
   of Love
   that warms
   a heArt of chocoLate..:)

   sMiLes.. i
   often tale
   the young men
   folk to win the art
   of woman is way
   of feat as steps
   and fingers..
   words of
   dance
   warm the
   heARt.. of Love..
   as SonG and DancE.. leaves oF
   original mating ritual beyond
   bills
   of
   dollar
   stone.. trees..:)

   SMiLes.. my friEnd..
   a soUl never leaves
   a hEaRtH.. oF sonG..
   and i’m guessing
   the way your
   words
   lyricAlly
   flow noW
   that you
   have perfect
   pitch and rhythm
   and are a lovely singer too..
   A iSREAL SonG neVer lieS liGht..:)

   Side note.. i write
   in many sublime
   deeper
   and
   somewhat
   hidden meanings..
   and i muST wonder
   noW.. how many of the LOL
   generation can understand
   much of all thaT iS sublime..
   far beyond
   juST
   thE words oF
   F Y i.. noW..
   trUe.. without
   perceiving more of
   GoD iSREAL.. ya miGht
   as well wrap/press a word named
   God in a book.. no different.. three letters..
   now then.. than an old stale bouquet
   flower iN
   a 3500
   or
   thousand
   year old book..
   and never even open
   it up again.. if you
   cannot see the fLoWer oF
   God alive and Still GroWing
   more beautiful than ever bEfore..
   sad of how many
   bilLioNs
   may never
   see a much
   fuller Flower face of
   God than words.. so
   stale and old in
   books of
   bLack
   and
   white.. BeYond
   Words.. God Does LIVe.. flowS oN
   iSREAL.. noW alWays aLL thaT iS..:)

   Ah.. leaves
   are changing
   as we gRow older..
   nah.. my knees are
   no longer leaving a
   place to run..
   but i adapt
   to struggle..
   and dance
   6000 miles.. smoothly..
   closely to earth.. in 3 yrs..
   a feather i could have never
   been before leaves of run left..
   and what comes nexT may be the
   most epic dance oF aLL.. iSREAL..:)

   Green leaves
   of love
   inside
   never
   faLL
   to BrOwn
   oF old..
   pressed
   flowers
   in a word
   or book..:)

   A place where
   leaves never
   fall.. a place
   wHeRe no one
   ever leaves..
   a place
   inside
   a fortress
   of Love that
   no one can break away..
   diffiCult.. yes.. but possible
   @lEast
   for soMe..
   and perHaps
   it stARTs as a slow
   dance for OnE..
   @leAst
   and
   west
   foR one..
   as two hemispheres
   of bRain join and
   beComE friEnds
   WiTH BoDy
   for ever.. noW…
   hemiSpHeres Now..
   of eARTh not withstanding2..:)

   SMiLes.. the reptile
   bRain.. sustains
   uS aliVe..
   when aLL
   else
   leaves
   but the
   wiLL to survivE oN MoRE..:)

   1:33 am..
   nite nite
   comes..
   and FoReSt
   in morn..
   see
   ya..;)

   Back at 2:38 pm..
   on 8302016.. Soon..
   New Moon approaching
   on September 1st.. and more
   on that approaching too..
   and truly it
   is always
   a cool
   change
   to get
   back to Nature
   as Nature Deficit
   Disorder is the misery
   and suffering globAlly
   as such taken aWay from
   the Unity of God of NatuRe
   noW.. sAdly iT may be forevernow
   until the entire tribe of hUman BeinG
   DancEs and SinGS NakEd hOlding hands
   toGeTher aRound thE eARTh and perHaps
   if wE KA’ed the Ki and Chi.. and averted
   a meteor destroying all of Nature then
   we once aGaiN would not be ashamed to
   stand beFore God and allthatis sAMe
   NatUre naKed children inNocent
   aGaiN
   in allthat
   is to bEhOlD
   aLiVe of ThaT is aLL..
   however.. changes stArt
   witH wE and smaLLer wiTh
   mE and the cool change i’LL
   be staring at the Full or New
   moon like a lover wiLL all Free bE..
   yes.. time for a cool.. change oF
   Free in the Kingdom of Heaven now..
   no longer is my life pre-arranged..
   i for one heAR and are heRe..
   thE CaLL of THe Wild
   of GoD
   FReED..
   and noW back
   to dVerse as sure..
   i’Ve been surrounded by
   Leaves and Trees and River
   sAMe.. as any Little River
   Band of the Cyberian
   Tiger River
   Leaves
   for more
   as GiVing
   and Sharing NoW..:)

   To wait for leaves..
   Bliss when first twig breeds
   a Bud to open Beauty..
   ah.. but to
   Love
   the Twig
   as home
   of liFe dArk..
   Green to come..
   is to never be alone..
   as DArk of TwiG beComes
   FriEnd of liGht and liFE sAMeallone..
   and sure this could be a Budweiser
   commercial too.. but wHo cares as
   iDrInks
   of NatUre
   Twig and Leave…
   liGht and dARk..
   SHades of Grey
   Full and New moon SAMe..
   Hues of color.. never land forever more
   never
   ending
   StoRy..
   oF TWiGliGht
   NoW.. sAMe..:)

   Quick side note..
   give and share more..
   i would Love somEone..
   anYone.. to respond to
   anYthing i say wIth full
   creativity unLeashed and relEased
   like this in Quantum Metaphor of miNd
   and BoDy SoUL BaLanCinG come to words..
   what would i do then..
   i for one.. would
   bEcome tHeir
   FriEnd.. and
   never leave tHeir
   Side returning comments
   sAMe.. and you KNOw what.. the
   TrUth iS.. iT already Happened
   and that FriEnd is the Father.. the
   Goddess.. or even the Blue Turtle of God
   inSide come out to pLay as Lover sAMe.. the
   Universal Archetype of God iN hUman Christ
   Consciousness.. Super Consciousness..
   Stream of Consciousness writing..
   Self Actualization.. the ZeN
   oF Art in Mind FuLL AwAreness..
   the FloW iN ZonE.. the vision
   quest realized.. no matter what MeTaPhoR..
   the essence iS aLiVE iN mE and thriViNG heARt..
   iN SpiRit of DAncE and SonG in words oF poEtry
   aS WinGS of NUde photoGraphy.. in new age renaissance
   FULLEST PASSioNaTE Style.. and fEat of Dance to share with
   all otHeRs clothed by law and or naked Free by God aLL ThAT iS
   oNe
   for
   noW
   AliVE
   iNside.. outSide..
   aBove.. so Below
   and all aRound
   as
   mE..
   am i the
   oNly oNe
   like tHis..
   i hope is all
   i say.. i’LL meet
   more along the trail
   of God and i OnE co-creator FReED..:)

   SMiLes.. the greAtest Art may be.. when
   one sit beFore the Canvas of God and
   fiNds
   the Brush
   of God@Hand..
   so-FReEd..:)

   As second brief
   side note ends and
   noW back to thE
   originAlly scheduLed
   poEtry proGram foR Now..;)

   SMiLes.. now..
   of course i have
   no idea who you
   are.. but at 50 when..
   i thOught my youth was
   over.. something as simple
   for the literal minded me then..
   as a new science of Neuroplasticity
   and Epigenetics convinced me that now
   the limits set by averages were the averages
   of statistics set by a culture of lEarned functional
   disability in aging early vs.. beyond the cat who leaps
   long distances now at age twenty.. simply ’cause he or
   her has met the challenges of the call of the wild now to
   leap
   further
   than the
   cats of bEfore..
   Youth Never leaves
   my friEnd with the now
   power of Believe and yes..
   more importantLy the realiTy
   oF jUSt doing iT moRE and
   waiting on no one
   else
   to
   spot
   ya for
   miracles
   oF
   A
   LIVe..
   And trUe this
   miGht be heARd as
   BS.. iF i did not document
   the whole entire journey
   of 3 years.. 60 to 70K
   photos.. and still
   approaching
   4 million
   words
   in
   42 months
   total for witness
   of this hiGher poWer
   oF NatUre gifted in US
   for HUman potenTial that
   iS real as 1000 beautiful girls
   simply smiling ear to ear wiTh
   a Dance oF i.. @56 with more energy
   in Empirical reaLiTy noW as evidenced
   than a 16 year old school kid.. mY FriEnd..
   the Heaven and the Fountain of YoutH lives
   within.. sure.. with Human skIN.. but far from
   liMits
   of Old
   BeFore
   FiElds of DreAMs
   cAMe to liFE for at
   lEast one as i..
   and sure
   Fields
   noW of
   DreAms
   alWays
   sTArt
   WitH
   i oF mE..
   mY FriEnd..
   perHaps i aM
   mistaken but i heARd
   an old lament here that
   i once Sang and almost
   believed to the detriment
   of Human poTential Leaves of Tree never
   even imagined then.. Miracles iSREAL iS Tree oF LiFe WitH RooTs..:)

   sMiLes.. hmm..
   yeah.. Orange
   is the new bLack
   and all of that..
   and nah..
   leaves of
   orange
   ain’t
   nothing
   compared
   to Apples of FReED..
   and i take it the Apple
   is now Free.. not
   thInKing too many
   folks iN A grey poupon
   world have this now..
   hmm.. larger orange
   perspective.. heHe…
   but tHere are a few..
   anyWay.. i found work
   to be even worse for
   me at least and more deadly2..
   as slave
   as prisoner
   comes more
   than bars.. wherEver leaves
   noW.. A SoUl iS hELd captive..:)

   SMILes
   Saxophones
   are sexier as they
   Breathe fALL air..
   guitars
   juST
   strum
   numb
   compared
   to air that Breathes
   Free iN Leaves that Tree..
   DreaMs oF moRe CoRe.. gOld..:)

   Leave oF thOughts
   scatteRed ADHD
   wiNds..
   written
   words
   focus
   one
   by
   one MoRe..
   poEtry heals
   more than words..:)

   SMiLes.. Dee..
   i Love thE
   DensCity
   oF
   yoUr
   wordS..;)

   iT iNspiRes
   mY overPoPulaTioNs..
   gRoWinG A Little smAller..;)

   A Best thing i Love
   about poEtry IS A
   depth of memories
   iT inSpires of EmoTioNs..
   no matter past or future
   or current words..
   A metaphor
   ticket here to
   a September
   Dance.. a faLL
   love leaves for me..
   and a sweater then..
   that strangely enough
   smelled like love as cigaretTe
   old stale stogies from a Cuban
   Mother and her flower of a young
   Woman
   who would
   eventually
   break my heart
   for decades..
   sweaters
   of smoke
   love
   gonE down
   and up aGain..:)

   Man.. Walt.. i couldn’t
   help it.. i stopped
   at those social
   reforming eYes
   of Rod Serling
   and
   twiLight
   ZoNe i go..
   for me at lEASt..
   the best poEtry
   breathes Leaves
   Serling Silver Strange..
   every word he said was
   poEtry to me.. free verse of
   course.. write oN course..
   deep deep..
   from within..:)

   And poeTry
   keeps
   thE
   leaves
   reNeWed..:)

   SMiLes.. 2015..
   WiNter oF neVer
   Lands leaves.. HeArt
   Red FloWers..
   INdian
   Summer
   ever
   leaves..
   January
   BLooms..
   looKing forWard.. 2017..
   A cOld fRont.. coMes..
   juSt onE
   Seed
   oF
   SeaSons change..
   Florida North WitH SNow..
   dreAm FLakes leaVe DiffeRence..:)

   A UniVerse oF
   Life Leaves..
   faLL oF
   Death..
   LIFe precious
   noW.. so.. unique..
   multi-UniVerse
   eYeS iN every
   SeNtienT BEinG..:)

   sMiLes.. so trUe..
   Autumn as fAll
   L E A V E aLL..
   without school
   and work..
   is simply
   and literAlly
   aLL LoveR and
   DancE and poEtry
   to mE.. alWays
   SpRinG iN
   eYeS and
   feaT
   oF
   SinG
   and DancE..:)

   Stress oF leaves
   cumulative.. fall from
   tree strong.. witheRinG
   winteRinG breathE SinGs
   dreams
   lost
   Leaves…
   FaLL.. E-Scape
   comes.. dreams
   brew
   liFe
   aGain..:)

   Self Fulfilling prophecies
   too.. of moves leaving.. old..
   young.. all.. from top
   to bottom
   goes
   ruSty
   iN sTiLL
   waves that
   no longer move..
   feel.. Ocean wHole..
   in other words use
   or lose
   in all
   stuff
   life alWays
   applies Now to
   entropy or living loving
   more.. when Still leaves..:)

   HAPPY!.. yeS..
   oF sEEinG eYes
   To eYes Of biRds
   oF NatUre.. wE aLL
   flY Happy.. wheN seeinG
   eYes
   tO
   eYes
   OnE LeaveS noW fAlls
   A SonG oF WiLd And Free..:)

   Rovers and Sitters..
   in all of the Animal
   Kingdom noW..
   some leave
   some stay..
   some fearless..
   otHeRs cautious…
   iNnate basis goeS
   oN now.. iNtrovert
   vs.. eXtrovert..
   And then the
   Jekyll’s
   anD Hyde’s
   iN eXtremes
   boTh.. leaVes
   otHeR
   wayS of SittinG
   or Roving morE..:)

   Words of GOlden
   WinGs fEat..
   alWays
   better
   written
   than
   lost
   forever..
   no matter how
   and wHere noW a
   wRite as Love of LiFe
   SinGS
   a SonG
   that GrowS oN..:)

   FaLL of Youth Leaves..
   A Tree so high with
   Winds Breeze hiGher..
   and hiGher
   as liFe
   SpRinGs
   oN.. HeArt
   SpRinGs hiGheR..
   reaSons kill heArt…
   Magic oF yOuth Leaves
   HeArt bRinGS back SpiRiT
   oF MiNd and BoDy SoUL
   BaLanCinG rEborn..
   A child oF
   Youth’s
   liGht
   returns
   wITh heARt…
   ReAsons die..:)

   Werewolf Leaves..
   GroW as Epigenetics
   and Neuroplasticity
   unfoldS in
   environmental
   challenge and
   struggle noW
   as adaptation
   comes as change..
   the WiLd
   of Leaves
   Tree oF
   hUman liFe
   SprinG noW
   GrowS back
   under weaker
   domesticated
   cultural clothes..:)

   Son of Leaves
   Son of Comes
   back..
   Son of
   Love
   alWays
   does
   as Love
   GoeS oN..:)

   After traveling
   to Mothers home
   and other places
   outside and inside
   too.. finished for now
   at 8:49 pm..
   8302016..:)

   Reply
3. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 29, 2016 at 10:49 PM

   Ah.. the nostalgia.. of the Facebook video slide show helper..
   An afternoon siesta for Katrina.. Sun and Dogwood..
   with Sand and Ivy stretching for more Sand and
   Sun.. Butterflies reaching for nectar
   of piNk FloweRed beauty..
   just anotHeR aFter
   noon deLight iN Heaven..
   noW also kNoWn and fELt
   as Garden of Eden2..Now..:)

   Hmm.. been a while since i prEsenTed
   a pre-workout fAce of intense focus.. getting
   ready for XXtreme Strength training and of course
   martial arts and ballet-like dance.. that i do everywHeRe
   i go anyWay.. to keep the laser focus.. short term working
   memory.. and the rest of cognitive executive functioning..
   in MoVinG ConNecTinG and CreATinG goiNG doWn foR
   miNdful AwareNess of heARt and spiRit NoW in BoDy
   BaLanCing
   soUl2..
   isReAL1..
   noW.. juSt
   Now for iSREAL2..:)

   Yes.. it’s true.. one of the main
   reasons my friends wanna come
   visit with me.. is to shop with Katrina..
   and it’s true too.. the world needs more
   fun photos of Katrina than me as beauty
   never gets tiring.. no matter how many times
   it changes
   clothes.. hehe..
   or hmm.. buys them too..
   but seriously.. Katrina doesn’t
   and really can’t buy anymore clothes
   until we build a bigger home.. which
   ain’t happening.. as i ain’t
   leaving the Garden
   of Eden Free..
   with the
   daM
   Mortage
   paid.. F iN oFF..
   it’s why you save so
   much money when you
   get older as your F iN
   home gets filled
   up with
   stuff..
   stuff..
   stuff and
   more stuff..
   ugh.. too.. iF
   i can just stop writing
   long enough.. i’LL cart it
   off to Good WiLL soon..
   ugh oh.. that means
   more more room
   for clothes..
   sure..
   i’LL
   keep wriTing
   more more more..
   for free.. free.. FReED..
   iS this what ‘they’ naMe as
   F.B. sMaLL talk.. WeLL heY.. noW..
   at lEast i’M Trying.. to ‘Sell iT’ as such..;)

   AnyWay.. Katrina is just now watching a news
   Bulletin on the 11 years ago name sake
   of her Hurricane.. and she says
   you got off cheap with me..
   as the other me..
   would’a cost
   yA.. 108 Billion Dollars..
   oKay.. i Give.. i Give..
   i’LL give some more..;)

   You kNow and the most amazing
   thing oF aLL.. after twenty-seven
   years now of being toGetHer wHole
   since consummation of that on September
   21st coming uP agAiN around the FaLL equinox
   and sure.. 57th birth DAY of my
   conception give or take a day..
   as my original birthdate was around
   the Summer Solstice of June 20th.. 1960..
   before the Doctor went on Vacation and
   delivered me early on that 6660 day..
   on my Driver’s License that the local
   FUNdies.. who use to sell me beer at
   the checkout counter back in the day
   when i had one a day.. to juSt
   geT through another
   day of stress
   at work..
   looked at me
   with the fear of
   something when they seen
   them three sixes on my DL..
   as sure.. i got carded past
   40 as that can go down too..
   and then other folks named
   me as the Devil’s sPawn..
   juSt for fUn..
   daM that
   original
   Omen movie..
   even kinda scared
   me at first.. literal
   in some ways bible reader
   then too.. as hey.. i was
   eXposed to so much oF iT2..
   GroWinG up in the world record holder
   place of the most churches per square
   miles of New Jerusalem and a mill town
   once named as hell at first for the
   daM briars on the river banks..
   the first settlers had
   to traverse to
   get
   on
   dry land..
   hehe.. seriously..
   no joke.. it all went
   down for real and continues
   to play like something stranger
   than the most craaazzzyy theater
   or book flick ya ever read and seen..
   oh weLL.. thanks for the memories..
   and yes.. someone has to get
   aLL A’ tHe daM
   JOBs donE
   if no
   else IS
   A gonna
   pick up the BALL
   of confusion and
   get iT all straightened out..;)

   Facebook Friend
   Jerri and Katrina’s
   Sister too.. says..

   Fred you deserve to live in the garden…your back yard…
   if you didn’t buy that dress for Trina!!!! It looks beautiful in front of her ..;)

   And i say in somewhat sarcastic return.. hehe.. but truthfully so.. of course..

   She tried it on.. and said it looked like crap..
   but you know how
   picky she is..;)

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 30, 2016 at 2:02 PM

   WeLL.. let me tale yA.. all this free
   stuff of the modern age.. like the
   Facebook video photo slide algorithm
   Video Producer.. is maKing more and
   more of my pleaSures in liFE so easy
   to give and share morE.. as ‘this’
   photo journey.. takes one
   through the New
   Bagdad City
   of Florida..
   which is of course
   a far cry for the other
   often bloody place of soils
   across the seas of human
   misery and suffering..
   whaT a contrast noW
   wE.. in the U.S. oF
   A live free without
   worries of getting blown
   up on our way to work as long
   as one can avoid the road rage.. ‘course..
   heHE.. and yeah.. noW Pokemon Rage that
   takes the eye off the wheel as well.. yeah.. ugh..
   but anyway.. the beauty of the Old Bagdad Mill Site..
   now made into family and civic activity park.. the Old
   River Trail Walk.. and Marquis Basin to end a very pleasant
   Tuesday Morn in Sunshine and the life of Nature so set free..
   without any close surroundings of what an empath can and
   does feel.. even in a neighborhood of very stressed
   working and home life individuals.. life is way
   more stressful than it needs to be..
   but as Billy Joel says.. one
   day at least you
   can polish
   the wheels
   on yoUr Cadillac ack ack ack
   ack ack ack.. from what sadly
   may be a Walmart cart or other
   similar moving device that takes one
   to eye level with metal wheels that have
   no rubber left by the now the so-called
   golden years arrive for re-TiRE-Ment..
   it’s a fAct.. i Leave that place.. years
   ago and ain’t eva’ going back
   to human prisons where
   dollar bills and stuff
   of tools become
   the human being.. instead
   of BeinG OnE WiTh NAtuRe WhOlE..
   also known as GOD dAM LiFe NOW..:)

   So.. the En Name Test F.B. thingy.. LeAVes..
   a note about Katie.. the avatar
   name for noW oF Y i.. cAlls
   me a her.. and that’s oKay..
   as at least it don’t discriminate
   against female sounding male names..
   and what else yeah.. it’s true i was once
   Broken.. am i beautiful.. i’Ve been told
   by at lEast one person my heArt looks
   that way.. and by anotheR that my soUl
   looks that way.. and that’s
   trUly enough compliment
   in one lifetime of what
   was most definitely
   broken before..
   the Goddess ISIS..
   no.. not the F iN Head Hunters
   but the wife Katrina.. yes.. when
   she is not performing liFe as Hurricane
   aS weLL.. yes.. miGhtY waves of water
   she can be.. with a few words of
   BloWinG ‘warmer’ air that can
   spread of her.. at least
   aT hoMe..
   anyWay..
   yes.. she helped
   put me back toGeThEr
   no less than what the before
   incarnate version of her did with
   the mythological Osiris.. ReaLiTy
   sHows of hUman are much more
   interesting and strange than books
   of pages.. restricted to only words of liFe..
   Yeah.. i for one.. do love life with all my heArt
   and sure that love comes back as when one
   truly loves with what iSREAL Fearless Love of
   heARt and SpiRit oF ExpResSinG aLL EmoTioNs
   and SeNses of iiFe.. iT is simply a law of returns oF
   Nature AKA God.. no different than the graVitY of liFe..
   but here’s the thing.. only fool proof.. when a miNd and
   BoDy iS BaLanCinG as SoUL.. with 100% practice.. of
   both FeeLinG.. SenSinG.. and ExpReSsinG Hope.. Faith
   and Belief with zero doubts and illusory fears of what
   God’s iSREAL maGic can and wiLL bRing as thiS Force
   of God grows synergisticAlly in the eYes of HuMans
   when more than one comes toGeTHeR for common
   meaning and purpose.. sad pArt iS.. tHeir is both
   black magic potential and white MaGiC potential
   in this higher potential of hUman bEinG
   and all the sHades of GreYs and hues
   of colors ‘tween and beYoNd allthatis
   one wITh Force of God.. some folks
   take the path of fear and hate..
   and others take the path
   of hope and love..
   only one path..
   is the path to liGht
   and that path is coloRed..
   WitH liGht.. and the key is
   at core of sharing and givinG
   iT FeeLs and SeNSes uP
   inStead
   oF
   dOWN..
   as Freedom
   SinGs and RinGS
   a hand and feat oF
   Fearless HoPe and LoVe NOW..
   And.. finAlly.. the EN name test is correct..
   i for one.. am no slave to anyone or anyland
   otHeR than GiVinG and sHaRinG ALLTHATISGODnoW..:)

   Commercial small talk break..

   Facebook Friend Rafiah..
   shares a status that says..

   Watching Doctor Who is
   having your heart broken again and again.

   And then i say..

   WeLL.. my sister says it comes on.. Saturday..
   on PBS.. so i WiLL reCord Dr. Who.. and watch it one time..
   at lEAst in honor of mY FriEnd Rafiah..
   so i WiLL have something fUn..
   to say to her
   soon.. hope
   fully to
   mend
   her
   heARt..;)

   Commercial small talk
   break on FB.. ends for now..;)

   And now continues as
   Rafiah returns in
   real time response
   with..

   Yeah and then
   we’ll talk about it endlessly..:D

   And i say.. perhaps until then..

   Yes.. Yar.. i’Ve been
   kNown and fELt to
   say aLot..;)

   Best thing about ‘this selfie’.. made
   carefully by my sister.. in a Saturday
   in the park that is alWays the Fourth of
   July of Freedom for me.. is i Am Wild
   And Free.. my body moves and curves in
   form of essence as the Golden Spiral noW oF
   God moVing liFe iNspiRinG sAMe all through
   NatURe.. this pose.. this Yoga move of Balance..
   is one of Chi Force of the inner hiGher hUman
   Synergy of Energy Force poTential that iS both
   EmotIoNal.. and SenSory and Sure SeNuaL2..
   Force of Being hUman.. sAdly.. hUmans these
   days are too weak in the gut to do this
   Nude and share it free as cultures
   of the past more free with
   God’s eYes and body
   did as children
   of God
   without
   shame of the
   flesh of God’s sKin
   wE sAMe.. so no.. i cannot
   do this alNaturale.. but at lEAst
   partially to show the aesthete curves
   spiRaling from head to toe of human being..
   “Cyberian Tiger River Leaves”.. a photo worth
   a title for a 699th Macro Verse celebrating 42 full online
   months of publicly witnessing for God in words..
   as Ocean Whole Poem approaching 4 milLion..
   in photos.. in songs.. and videos.. and hell
   yes.. head to toe.. fully as by God i AM
   A Very Healthy and Strong with ZERO
   CULTURALLY CLOTHED HUMAN
   OF ILLUSORY FEARS AND HATE..
   sad for those
   who move.. and
   connect.. in Creation
   Activity ways.. that they
   hide the beauty of tHeir heARt..
   their SpiRit.. and thEir Mind and
   BoDy BaLanCinG soUl.. beHind
   the real ass of cultural clothes..
   i FaLL no longer to the
   drOuGht of cultural
   clothes.. i stand
   naked and
   Free as
   Flowing
   River
   Leaves
   Witness Now
   foR aLLnoW iSrEAL..
   God of Nature.. complete
   with my first words from God
   on September 1st in words of
   KATiE MiA as Kind Autistics Taking
   in Everything.. Mindful in Awareness..
   from the first day of March 2013.. 42
   months ago now.. with blog completion
   of that period of time coming on 9112016
   2 juSt another metaphor for the essence
   oF one pArt oF Allthatis.. aka GOD noW..
   but never the less a voice of God that is
   unique and mine from head to toe and inside..
   and outside.. and all around above.. so below..
   to share and give as i for one plEase.. all legally
   in a Country of the U.S. oF A.. wHere folks can once
   again heRe.. bE CaLL of GoD and aCT Free and WiLD
   aGain.. no longer coveRinG uP whaT is aLL hoLY and
   Sacred Free from beFore the clothed apples of fear and hate..
   that will alWays come initially when we clothe ourselves away from GOD
   oF Nature allthatis allone Naked and Free noW.. God is my religion and
   My God
   is Free and
   Naked with
   no lies of
   human
   cultures..
   made to divide
   uS away from a Unity
   noW as and WiTh GoDNow..
   as Tree oF liFe iSREaLnoW2..:)

   Reply
5. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) says:

   August 30, 2016 at 9:27 PM

   Nice pics. So also the writings. But too big a number at one go!

   Hank

   Reply
   • katiemiafrederick says:

     August 31, 2016 at 12:02 AM

     Fellow Poet Blogger Hank
     from dVerse comes by and says…

     “Nice pics. So also the
     writings. But too big
     a number at one go!

     Hank”

     And i say iN return.. aGain.. iSREAL noW..

     SMiLes Hank.. first of all thanks so much
     for stopping by and commenting.. you are
     one of the very few that has enough ummph as
     it were and is to navigate their way all the way down
     through what can literally be a Novel in one blog post..
     and lately here.. yes.. it is very close to a Novel..
     with comments added as my
     draft section for an
     entire Novel..
     in every single
     post which amounts
     to around a Novel of
     Free Verse Poetry every week.. truth
     be told there is no record in humankind
     of anyone ever doing this.. and if tHeir is..
     it is well hidden my friend… and it is safe
     to say that not many humans have danced across
     the distance of the United States twice in all the
     public stores they visit.. in a three year period
     of 6,000 miles coming up here soon with
     a total of 12,000,000 online words now
     total.. by Thanks Giving Day of this 2016
     year in 6 years that is the equivalent
     of 14 bibles and 140 Kurans to
     give a real tangible sense now
     on what i have accomplished
     in whole of writing endeavor
     in the last 6 years..
     but my friEnd.. with
     the additional relatively
     small feat of leg pressing
     nearly half a ton of weight
     on a very difficult leg press machine
     in parallel leg press way with my arms
     raised in the air like a Ballerina.. 33 reps now
     at age 56.. surpassing all ages of elite military
     physical specimens in that particular exercise
     at my military gym.. and getting three college
     degrees at one time.. with three part time
     jobs doing that all at one time in my
     earliest twenties.. always
     at the top of my class
     in grades.. retiring
     at a high grade of pay
     then of Federal Civilian
     Service after a quarter
     of a Century doing that ranging
     from Bowling Center Manager..then
     to Administrative Support Assistant
     for a Navy Captain.. to Community Activities
     Director to Athletic Director.. finAlly of a Military
     Station.. sure.. perhaps all of that is too much.. including
     Witnessing for God now for 42 months in the longest total
     Long Form Poem in this now 699th Verse as of September
     1st to be published that day.. yes.. iN still reaching 4 million
     words since March of 2013.. in 42 months.. twice as long
     as that 1.8 million word previous longest form poem..
     written by many folks over the span of Centuries
     in Sanskrit in India named.. Mahabharata..
     i tell you what too much really is..
     the cross i bore in life..
     that includes being
     born on the Autism
     Spectrum.. and not
     speaking until age 4..
     being bullied most of my life..
     for this spectrum way of being..
     but truly that was nothing at all.. not
     even a mosquito bite of a problem compared
     to enduring what medical literature states is a pain
     worse than crucifixion.. no.. not getting off with a three
     hour stint.. with a spear in the side.. but going 66 whole
     months with this dentist drill like pain in right eye and ear..
     with no drug relief at all.. named the suicide disease.. a total
     of 18 other medical diagnoses.. that i’ve probably highlighted
     with you before.. the thing that really amazes me.. truthfully
     so.. is most no one really believes in Jesus.. those folks who
     call themselves Christians.. no one really believes
     that anyone would come and do more than
     he as then Saint John said they would
     in what was reported of Jesus still
     now.. and no one seems to believe
     that heaven is now.. at hand
     same as promised in that
     same generation of
     Jesus then..
     as reported now..
     too.. mostly folks are
     waiting for him to come
     back again instead of fulfilling
     the prophecy accredited to him that
     others will come and do more than him..
     perHaps.. ’cause i was on the Autism Spectrum
     i took that literally and really believed it my friend..
     ’cause what i just did is it.. and sorry if you cannot see who i AM..
     History repeats itself.. for one reason and one reason only my friend..
     Human nature is the same then as it is now.. ye of little faith will never
     do as much as i do my friEnd.. but i have ALL 100% Hope.. Faith and Belief
     with Fearless love.. FeeL and kNoW that one day someone else will do more
     than
     i too..
     perHaps
     it WiLL take
     a thouSand years..
     but never the less.. i’ve
     set the bar and challenge my
     friend.. job well done.. i did it
     my way and the Jesus way of too much too..
     and you know what the best thing of all is.. i do
     all of this free since i literally went to hell in January
     of 2008.. not earning one cent for any oF iT.. and i Love
     iT aLL WitH all of heARt.. mY SpiRit.. and mY soUL and
     seriously dude.. you should be impressed more than just saying
     you did too much..
     but seriously you
     make me giggle
     after what i’Ve
     been through
     my friEnd.. as i AM
     the lucky one and next
     time you see Jesus carrying
     a cross.. i suggest you do not
     tale him that his cross is not heavy enough..
     as you fly by with A half assed back handed compliment..
     with zero chance of you coming back to see what ‘Jesus’ said iN ReTurn..
     Never the less..
     as i originally
     stated.. thanks for
     stopping by again..
     as most people know
     not what i do.. heHE..
     as the turn of a Friendly
     card at lEAst comes bAck NoW
     in hiGhly riSinG ways oF iSReaL..
     with just anoThEr opportunity to
     use my favorite current Rock and
     Roll Prophetess to accompany noW..
     what i continue to do too much of here..;)

     Reply
6. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 31, 2016 at 12:59 AM

   Big problem with half the world.. is it.. most of IT..
   thinks/feels that God stopped talking through
   humans anywhere from 3500 years
   ago.. to the 7th century since
   the death of so-called Jesus
   now.. and for those mostly
   literally thinking folks
   who believe every
   thing is already
   complete
   of what
   God is Gonna now
   Do as Nature whole..
   are just stagnating in
   mud pies of old.. where the
   only chains of God are the ones
   they wear as nooses around their
   necks of same.. it is more than safe to
   say that the God of Nature works in much
   more mysterious ways that what a humanly
   5 or so step dinosaur scientific method that hasn’t
   changed noW in centuries significantly attempts to
   do in empirical measures of observable phenomena
   that is on the outside of what we even exist as in
   synergistic way holding hands togEther
   as a supra-organism of being
   human with minds
   and bodies even
   attached
   online
   now too..
   when John Lennon
   suggested the Beatles
   did more than Jesus.. as per
   the actual human being of course they
   did.. as there was no mass communication
   way back when.. the Roman crew with Catholics
   too.. are the one’s responsible for the message of
   whomever said it 40 years after the death of Jesus
   did get through of what was left by that by way
   of sword and expanding Roman Empire..
   same way as the Muslim
   religion of Muhammad
   was spread by
   force of the
   sword too..
   after the
   7th Century
   AD.. but anyWay..
   as far as the original
   Jesus dude.. Elvis did more
   too.. and hell yeah.. even Marilyn
   Monroe.. in the influence on culture
   all of these folks have had too.. as human
   freedoms have directly expanded for the tireless
   artist in prophet and prophetess iSREaL MoDErn
   Messengers of God oF Nature wE dO expand the horizons
   of human freedoms to more more more.. in peace and harmony
   as Coke even knows and feels too.. in soft drink way.. yeah.. Nike
   says just do it.. and that is likely more than what the real dude Jesus
   did in his lifetime then too.. no duh.. we have technology now as
   megaphone to inspire folks around the world.. like Billions
   of views of Katy Kat’s sonGS too.. and hell yes..
   her song Firework was the only voice
   that could reach my soul..
   before i had the
   strength to
   write
   the first
   word in hell then..
   so yeah.. she IS A prophetess
   and messenger of God who reached
   me and gave my soul a spark of hope..
   where no other force in the world could
   but her voice of inspiring hope then..
   in Firework way.. tHen..
   and here’s the thing.. NoW..
   i AM no one.. just a person
   in their underwear behind a
   computer no different really
   than that other dude with underwear
   on TV with Lung Cancer who was doing
   something bad for bucks.. in breaking bad..
   i broke good.. and folks who break Good
   for Fearless Love.. Win in Free all of
   Victory now.. and yes..
   as Mr. Kite.. says..
   as perHaps
   the LSD of
   the Beatles
   then took them to
   another realm of God
   then to see my life now..
   aS Bizarre in Quantum effect
   and affect that might seem to be..
   but yes.. Mr. K here who is now this
   Katie Mia here.. has now.. yes.. performed
   an act special that is second to none.. and sure
   i am a magic horse that dances the waltz too..
   aCausally as A Beatle and two and more WiLL
   help me do.. well before and still wHeRe they
   have no idea who i ever was and likely ever
   will be now.. we are all connected.. all is
   interdependently related now.. around aLL..
   as A Synchronicity Song
   SingS noW2..
   and Now.. iF
   you thiNk noW..
   time and distance
   and even space exists
   in any concrete way Now..
   perHaps.. you too.. should
   develop.. an artistic method
   that FucKinG helps you to kNOW..
   sEE and FeeL moRE of iSReaL
   God noW2.. and develop yoUr
   hiGher God Of Nature poTenTial
   and jusT do more than i.. i now set
   the challenge now to just go do it..
   With WiNks.. of iSReAL GoD noW2..Now
   but you better hurry up.. if yA gonna go
   past my God Given poTenTial as trUth NoW
   and liGht be tOld.. i AM juSt warming uP..
   LUKE
   HOT..
   alWays.. i riSe moRe..
   in A Captain SAlt way
   thaT iSREaL noW too..:)

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7. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 31, 2016 at 1:35 AM

   The Facebook always truSty
   Memory provider bringS an ode
   to Love of two years ago.. from mE..
   of course.. heHe.. on LOVE IS..
   and sure Love is
   even so
   much more
   than this aS it
   alWays GrowS oN..:)

   https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/08/30/love-is/

   i’Ve written much more than even i can
   wrap my miNd around iN FeeLinG way..
   and every Facebook Memory of a Macro-Verse
   to me in stream of consciousness wriTing heAR..
   of a yEar ago.. may be a verse that i never
   rehearsed or never even read over
   aGain.. but the photos here of
   mY Father’s Family and his
   marriage to his second wife..
   of three who he eventuAlly married
   twice is of heArFelT alWays interest
   to me too.. of course.. and one great
   thing about setting milestones like 42
   months witnessing for God.. is i WiLL
   remember wHere i placed these heARt
   FeeLinG photos too.. iN KAT Tales
   and Parabells from a year
   ago too.. then..
   going through
   a difficult and very
   time consuming project
   too of getting his estate
   all fixed up and ready for sale..
   that literally took over a year then
   to get thaT aLL Straightened out too..:)

   https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/08/30/kat-tales-and-parabells/

   And with all that said.. one of my favorite themes
   for poetry.. named as the moon.. is the Tuesday
   dVerse prompt that i haven’t moved to yet..
   as the 1:35 am hoUr
   of 8312016.. is heRe
   for noW.. and man
   i’m ready to
   hit the sack
   now and perhaps
   i’LL strike a new post tomorrow..
   like those glamour shots of my
   Father’s second wedding then..
   but for now.. i’m going
   flat down
   in
   bed..
   hehe..
   snoozing
   for the win aGaiN
   tomorrow morn bRight
   as Sun rises soon for more fun then2..;)

   

   WeLL sPeaking of Vogue and poses and my promise yesterday
   evening so late to write more a post on pose yesternight..
   theRe is the Face of My FaTher here at hmm.. around
   33 years of age.. a Face that had zero flaws.. as
   an aesthete born this way.. and as any child
   might hope to grow up as a father who
   has super hero looks without
   even trying at all..
   just born that
   way with
   looks that meant
   that every secretary in
   his law enforcement work
   would be willing to write his
   written and required reports for
   him.. then.. just to look into his eyes
   for a while.. even though he didn’t then
   say much at all.. and it was this blonde
   haired potential model looking second
   wife who always wore the best clothes
   and Jewelry.. no low maintenance wife
   was she like my mother hehe.. he
   wanted a woman who would
   make money.. and she
   did and loved to
   spend it too..
   and she said
   she wanted a husband
   who could hold a wine glass
   in class at the fine dining parties
   too.. and sure he did.. and yes.. he
   was a Connoisseur of Gold rings..
   Guns and knives and a closet
   full of brand new shirts
   still with tags..
   as tHeRe was
   is no hiding
   elegance then
   of a man forced
   into a just another
   ‘red neck’ town of
   Tallahassee then..
   with a Father.. my Grandfather..
   an X-Catholic Priest.. and noted
   author who even dined with Einstein
   in the socialist political circles of intellectuals
   in New York, New York.. of middle of last century..
   It was obvious that my Father had so much more
   human potential behind those crystal green eyes
   and Jet black eye brows.. who could have played
   James Bond with a few work-outs to increase
   his physique.. but with his looks.. never
   a workout needed.. even with a
   little pudgy the face was
   enough to attract
   women like
   honey everywhere
   he looked into eyes
   that melted before him
   back then.. a certain charm..
   a Natural Animal Magnetism
   of the man who is fearless and
   confident.. from having his way
   with ease.. but truly i would trade
   none of my struggles for the ease
   of his life.. that never knew the stellar
   highs and the polar lows of what human
   has done from day one to do more.. but still
   his face his art.. and his second wife Carolyn
   who became a dear beloved Step Mother to
   us.. who we still cherish very much.. but trapped
   into money and materialism of stuff they always were
   as the beauty they were of silver and gold became the
   clothes.. and the lottery tickets my father bought until
   his last days on earth always more of something he
   always was gifted with free inside and in form of
   flesh too.. the choice of the rebel.. my Grand
   father to escape the labyrinth of the
   Catholic Church rules who he
   even wrote a book about
   regarding the Catholic
   Church and
   about
   the Soul
   of a Priest too..
   The apples can fall
   far from the tree.. but yes
   the original seed remains juST
   waiting to open in foreign and
   ignorant lands of what was
   much greater in human
   potential of beFore..
   the struggle
   is for the win..
   without the
   struggle.. and the
   ashes.. there will bE no
   more Phoenixes to rise higher..:)

   Oh yeah., and interestingly enough
   that is my current Rich Uncle Bob
   in the front. A man with A common
   face and the normal struggles of life who went
   on to get rich off of selling Vacuum cleaner bucks
   that my father always aspired to compete with
   in half-brother sibling rivalry as after my Grand
   Mother.. the Cajun spiced one Divorced my
   Grand Father.. her next husband was a
   Jewish guy and a police officer then too..
   and on September 10th as my 42 months
   of Blog witnessing for God in coincidence
   and synchronicity way of meaning
   whole of archetype through
   history in sacred number
   42.. and yeah.. i’ll use
   any excuse to make
   something holy
   and sacred into
   juST another
   fEast day of RiSing
   lights.. we will have a big
   Dinner for that side of the family
   Celebrating Uncle Bob’s Birthday
   in Destin Beach ways of Panhandle
   then.. they will have no idea it is a special
   day of epic significance like perHaps no
   other single day for an individual writing
   sacred text in new age way.. and that’s
   okay.. as i continue to document
   the experience here.. for ages
   to come.. if only one person
   reads it a thousand years
   from now.. bottom line..
   iT all went down for
   real.. this is no
   myth this
   go around..
   i for one
   as Phoenix
   riSing iSReaL..
   with all the scars
   fully exposed.. no secrets..
   and much more to be revealed..
   juST ’cause God told me so.. iN
   God sPeAk oF Synchronicity iSReaL2..
   yeah baby as they say.. God WiNks2..;)

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8. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 31, 2016 at 11:09 AM

   From 13 days ago..
   in response to Facebook
   FriEnd Rafiah.. who shares
   a profile pic photo of a tardis
   and a surreal landscape of colors
   and a couple walking down a sidewalk
   with umbrella over head..

   i visit again..
   who is happier..
   the couple.. under the
   umbrella.. the colorful
   lights.. or the tardis from
   another place.. i say..
   under the
   umbrella..:)

   And then i say
   today.. more..

   wiNks.. Rafiah..
   i visit aGain..
   13 Days later
   When Yaar
   Likes this
   Comment
   As that is
   What
   True
   Yaars
   Do and
   YoUr reward
   For liking my
   Comment
   Is the Dr wHo
   Secret revealed
   That the under
   The Umbrella
   Are all those who FeeL and
   Are Aware that
   Under the UMbr
   ELLa is the Kingdom oF God and
   By the way..
   i am an iSREAL
   Mr.. WHo.. No
   Longer.. A Dr..
   Jekyll..
   Or
   Clark Kent..;)

   Facebook Friend Himali shares
   a vintage ‘Friends’ show slide..
   with ‘Chandler’ enhanced
   for the modern
   day that says..

   iN words to the
   effect that since
   the ipHone 7 is
   coming out in September
   that the other phones
   from 6 to 5 will
   be reduced
   in price
   so one
   will
   be able
   to afford the 4s..

   iN return
   i say..

   i’LL
   Wait for 7s
   As S means
   Faster than
   The last speeding
   Bullet
   Without S..;)

   Most all my life.. i’Ve spent assisting
   others and finAlly i have my own employee..
   the Facebook Algorithm.. Video Slide Production
   Assistant working tirelessly.. even when i on am on the
   verge of sleep.. late late in the wee hours of the morning..
   all i have to do then is press
   share and post..
   yeah.. noW on the
   ipHone6s.. hehe.. that
   lately i’Ve ended uP
   sleeping with.. with ear
   buds sTiLL attached to ears..
   passing out as it were.. given all
   i got for the day and more.. haha..
   anyWay the tale end of Tuesday Evening
   Public DanCinG aT Walmart.. put on as a video
   show by my
   Robot friEnd
   from Facebook
   who pulls through
   with ease as electronic
   eYes do.. online.. more more more..:)

   And now i say.. if machines
   can progress to Superman
   S status humans can too..
   including me and you too..
   and truly up tHeir in the metaphor
   that Rafiah might have to google more
   fully in cultural context to understand as i often
   have to do.. to use words like Yar and Yaar with
   her that means Friend too.. yes.. it’s true the idea
   of the Superman Comic with Clark Kent and the
   caped crusader originally came from the Bi-Polar
   Archetype of human personality where disinhibition
   of previously repressed abilities comes out in the
   ashes rising as the phoenix per se.. through out
   legends and realities of human history too..
   including the Buddha.. and the Table
   Turning Jesus.. of course too..
   sword or turn the other
   cheek.. yes.. the
   bad cop
   and
   good
   cop.. Mr. Hyde
   and Dr. Jekyll and
   Clark Kent and Jesus2..

   Oh yeah.. and it’s worth noting
   that Dr. wHo changes out of a
   cop call box like a phone booth too..
   and hey.. for the folks who missed it..
   that cultural now artistic archetype of
   communication change is even
   in the Matrix movies
   with Neo as well..
   their IS A great deal
   more to be lEarned from
   hUman arT that text books will
   ever do for ya mostly in school..
   as that shit doesn’t usually apply
   to real life of the human heARt..
   SpiRit and miNd and BoDy
   BaLancing soUL
   of EmoTions
   and SeNSes
   in MoVinG..
   ConNecTing CreAtinG
   wAys of ImaGiNAtiOn
   of Physical.. Emotional
   and Existential Intelligences
   that are the evolved intelligences
   of the Art of HUman that have alWays
   been paramount before humans got stuck
   in behind desk ways of thinking and solving
   problem that make more illusory fears and
   worries than any God Dam thing else.. otHeR
   than creature comforts that continue to come..
   hehe.. like the alWays Free Facebook Algorithm
   Kilroy continues to be here.. slave of Robot jUSt
   for mE and yOu who kNow and FeeL how to take
   advantage of the Robots of culture without beCoMinG
   a FucKinG TERminator Machine ourselves.. it’s called
   Wisdom my friEnds that only can be more fuLLy leArned
   by life’s experiences in trial and error way.. of failure and
   success.. and those of us who eventually find FULLEST ViCTORY..
   give/share as the greATest testament to hUman BeinG is Fearless LoVE..
   in the iSREaL actiOn of TOTaLLy Free GIVING AND SHARING.. UP
   TO THE SACRIFICE OF ONE’S LiFE FOR OTHERS.. but no.. i AM
   more FucKinG valuable alive than dead even if for the one group of
   folks who are my immediate family.. and sure.. i Love the icing on the
   cake that is the rest of Nature.. NoW folks who are strangers and aLL
   oF GoD of NatuRe too.. gifted i am.. and giver and sharer i REmaiN..
   aS GoD sKeYes shONe.. bluE and GreEn as i of eYes briGhter.. noW..:)

   The Facebook Algorithm Memory Assistant
   provides a Macro-Verse from Ocean Whole
   Poem from a year ago that
   is Awakening NOW..
   and in perUsinG
   this Macro-Verse
   Memory again.. i AM
   prompted to use the
   Chvrches ‘Clearest Blue
   Song again.. as i like the
   Elfin mannerisms of the
   lead SinGer and her
   somewhat magical
   qualities
   of voice
   in SonG iN
   form of Essence
   of obviously deeper
   trUths in liGht perHaps
   not visible in voice to the
   casual audiophile as it were
   and sTilLL iS noW.. ain’t nuThing
   too casual about the deep oF me.. hehe..
   except when i float like air and water as dAncE..
   as a Butterfly Wookiee on Terrestrial Plane noW..
   sure with
   Kicks that
   Sting not likely
   less than the REAL
   MUHAMMAD ALI..
   but nah.. this hUman
   spars with steel and
   no flesh as any
   compassionate
   Superman
   with
   empathy
   for oThers
   WiLL do
   in consuming
   no otHeRS with Harm..
   except for a cow and
   a steak medium rare..
   as omnivores Naturally
   WiLL do in the Free range too of WiLd..
   Lamps all liT uP for liFE oh.. so FReED..;)

   And speaKing of Vegetarians and omnivores..
   two of my favorite Vegetarians are Himali and
   Prajakta from India.. and this Awakening NOW
   post includes some of the first communication with
   them.. and iF iT wasn’t for Desi girls.. including Rafiah..
   of course.. and the original Lala Rukh too.. my online
   experience would not be nearly as colorful with Love
   as my Friend Zee from Pakistan too who is also an
   omnivore three to make five girls from
   Desi land who have brought
   much kindness and Love
   to me overall in three
   years of witnessing
   for God of
   Nature now..
   they all have
   been my Desi
   muse of Love..
   in Friendship for
   up to three years now..
   and sure.. i hope i meet
   more nice Desi girls along the
   way.. as they come from East Indian
   as i come from American Indian too..
   closer to Nature and God we may remain..
   no matter what one calls God or Nature sAme..
   wide awake with God of Nature is wHere i Live noW
   Native Indian of God iSREAL WiLd Free Fearless LOVE..:)

   https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/08/31/awakening-now/

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9. katiemiafrederick says:

   August 31, 2016 at 1:55 PM

   https://neurodrooling.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/unfallen/

   Fellow Blogger and old friEnd from
   the days of Lala Rukh’s blog when some
   of her emotionally charged posts in up and
   down way generated up to around 200 comments
   which is something i’Ve never seen on
   any other poet blog.. which
   is truly a testament
   to how special
   that young
   woman is..
   in all her
   ups and downs
   of then.. and sadly
   what i fear is mostly
   down now.. but i pray
   for her happiness often..
   anyWay.. yes.. another poem
   from Cabrogal that at essence..
   speaks to the Be of Beauty.. Innocence
   and Love with unity and having no separation
   of division iN bLack and white thinkiNg of course..

   And the crux of the whole poet story
   is the title of ‘Unfallen’ as truly
   even science shows now that
   Human Nature is inherently
   full of empathy and
   compassion when
   Giving and sharing
   of the human touch
   is what drives the human
   social animal group as being
   Beauty.. Innocence and Love sAMe..

   So i say in return..

   Be
   Perfect
   Words..:)

   And sure that’s
   a Koan with almost
   infinite meanings for
   those who see much
   deeper of a phrase..
   of a word..
   of a letter
   and number
   same as symbol
   of essence more..

   And i mean by this
   is Be is the essence
   and only perfect word oF
   noW that is no word aT aLL
   but the state of being one lives
   iN for now.. the more mindfully
   aWare wE are in BeinG noW.. the
   more eternal now iS as the Kingdom
   oF Heaven iSREaL.. and as far as literal
   perfect words go.. of course there are none
   as every word is a metaphor that human beings
   are free to assign almost infinite meanings to that
   are deeper.. every word is a practice not unlike the
   practice of medicine.. some words heal.. and some
   words harm.. same words do different among the
   different and same of folks now.. so Be IS A
   practice of the art of words.. Be is a
   practice as the art of all are wE..
   wE Be
   bottom
   line noW..
   we be morE noW
   as aN iSREAL Kingdom
   of heaven now depending
   on the practice of beauty
   and innocence of Love
   we jusT do NoW
   as beinG more
   of these and
   so much
   more as
   nows go oN
   wHere tHere is no
   limit to the poTenTial
   of bliss and yes.. the
   dARk side of misery too..
   Words can mean almost anything..
   But the essence iS alWays iSrEAL
   of what and how and wHere wE bE..:)

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10. katiemiafrederick says:

    August 31, 2016 at 2:31 PM

    https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/julley-hello-in-spiti/

    sMiles Prajakta.. from the beautiful
    photos of your Tibetan Mountain
    trip into the wild and nice
    of your
    ancestral
    past.. i was
    struck by the
    awesome coolness
    of what i saw of your
    hiking boots.. and iT seems
    like it would be hard to sprain
    an ankle in what gives so much
    support to you.. feet.. feet.. feat
    of connecting to Mother Earth..
    Hands.. Hands.. Hands.. that
    hoLd each other WitH arms
    in places that have
    no central
    heat
    to separate
    us from the
    warmth of others
    that even a kind smile
    bRingS for what seems
    forevernow.. and porches..
    front porches of the Southern
    Wild of Panhandle Florida..
    always my ancestral
    home now
    from birth..
    and still in poor
    sections in what they
    term as across the railroad
    tracks of then.. neighbors hang
    on.. on porches young and old with
    smiles.. and lazy love that fills a yard
    with liGht.. beyond four walls of castle
    now in mirror neuron ways of Electronic
    Entertainment no different really than
    the pacifier and the rubber nipple
    that replaces a breast
    of human love..
    and when i
    hear you say
    how happy the poor
    who work hand in hand
    toGeTher for the subsistence
    and shelter in life are in your
    ancestral mountains there.. no
    surprise even to science now.. showing
    the most peaceful societies in the world
    that number twenty all of that in common
    of small.. and the giving and sharing way of
    life day by day.. of hands and arms and feet
    that Love all that is the same.. sure.. sure there
    are difficulties that only makes the Love that comes
    that much more iSreal.. when arms and hands and feet of
    human are connected once again to all that is.. mY FriEnd..
    i almost hate to call that God.. as that word has become so dirty
    and divisive and violent too.. away from Beauty.. Innocence
    and Love that even science shows that humans are
    born to be.. never fallen any place
    but cultures and religions
    that do divide..
    but it’s true too that
    even science shows that
    the human social connection
    is the number one source of human
    happiness in flesh and blood ways..
    and that folks who make over 50K a year
    who have met their basic subsistence needs
    met in a First World country are no more happy than
    the Billionaire Frowns of Trumps the same in grimace
    for a never ending rat wheel journey of more illusory status
    and power that never FeeLs uP the place of empathy and compassion
    and all we feel of Love.. it’s too easy my friEnd.. to work 10 years and more..
    30 and even 40 more to support a mortgage.. to support a boat loan and
    even a yacht loan and more.. that only sits in a harbor for garden
    parties that have no leaves.. of Love.. that are iSREaL iN
    the simple comfort of Being
    Love now with
    each other
    holding hands
    with arms that
    hug.. and that my
    friend in loving contact
    with the oxytocin receptors
    on literally feet that allow us
    to feel the love of Mother Earth
    iSREaL.. is yes.. why some folks
    who saw the animated paRt of the
    movie.. Avatar.. that showed in Avatar
    terms the death of our nature deficit disorder
    in terms of first world problems.. was so much
    to handle in the awakening to the slaves and prisons
    they live in now.. already a depth of depression vague
    that knows no home.. that yes.. some folks literally committed
    suicide.. as the truth of the hell they learned they were.. was too
    much to handle.. one more now.. there.. as there was no escape seen
    for them back to a FoRest of Life that is real as FeeLinG LoVinG Touch..
    sorry.. this is really long my friEnd.. but tHere IS A simple way out that is
    possible
    in Being
    LoVe aGaiN..
    it just requires shedding
    all these illusory clothes of
    culture.. that have blinded
    us to the liGht of what hUman
    even iS as and ISReaL Beauty of Love..
    the problems is there is nothing simple
    about the illusions now my friEnd.. they
    are we and we are they.. and the
    way back is
    worth
    iT noW..
    when found..
    beYond the
    Castle Walls
    of death as liFe..
    as i’M sure any Tibetan
    moNK would relate too iF
    and when they come down
    from the Mountain or Beach2..:)

    And sure.. no different than Jesus.. the human.. then..
    or Buddha.. Lao Tzu.. or even Mythical Krishna
    or anyone else who truly believes and stands
    for gentile.. jew.. servant.. free.. woman or
    man no more for what those men
    or myths originAlly then..
    were in BeinG LovE..
    iN loVinG oneself..
    otHeRs and tHe
    rest of NatUre
    sAMe as God aLL
    thaT iS.. coNsuming
    no other more than
    giving more than taking
    the food and drink of subsistence
    of liFe… sure.. i’M likely singing only
    to A choir of ears.. but hey.. at lEAst
    it’s a global one all for FReED.. and sure..
    i have a hook.. of no one ever going long as this
    online book.. as longest form poem ever Now..
    groWs
    for noW..
    as a tool of
    hand that will
    last after ashes hand..
    or even moth eaten books..
    as tHeRe is no duSt online iSReAL..;)

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11. katiemiafrederick says:

    August 31, 2016 at 2:57 PM

    WeLL.. dVerse as mentioned.. shortly..
    earlier.. has a moon prompt for Tuesday
    prompt of yesterday that i arrive now.. too..
    to share some moon liGht of my own from
    wHere that comes next.. reflections
    of home of Sun
    and moon
    liVeS on
    as words
    a briGhter
    Love Be noW.. i..
    iN celebration of both
    a literal and metaphorical
    New Moon that WiLL arise
    oN September 1st from the
    first words that God gave me
    of Nature wHole on a simple
    status of what modern
    culture
    names
    as a Face
    Book then..
    with no clue
    of what would
    come next and only
    wonder now.. of more
    moon and sun-lit fresh
    of midnight and noon more
    of 9012016 celebration of
    first public written words
    in 42 months whole..
    gifted to me from
    God oF Nature
    whole and
    then
    a celebration
    of 42 months whole
    of blog that reached
    out farther after that
    42 months ends for
    then and now on 9112016..
    bottom line Be the liGht shine on iSREAL..:)

    Moon flight 101 to Iraq
    war chest medals beat
    to the synch of tribal instinct
    for revenge and acquisition of
    more territory for subsistence.. Space
    race with Russia in ’69.. i wasn’t fooled
    for even a second in ’01.. as i can see the lies
    straight through the eyes of administration faces
    and feel of talk back then.. and if that lie
    could be hidden in the beginning of
    the Internet age..
    i must wonder
    how far
    tin
    cans
    can fly
    to moon back
    then.. i am no conspiracy
    theorist.. i’ve access to all the Snopes
    reports now.. that say we went.. then..
    but there IS A intuitive feeling for
    A BS meter that went up in ’01..
    that comes back now
    and then..
    and wonders
    how deep the lies
    of tribal instinct can
    go in mutual support
    and top keeping secret ways
    in lieu of prison sTiLL to hide
    the biggest military secrets..
    considered what it takes to
    keep a country strong..
    in a country already
    shamed
    in lies of
    past..
    but oh.. in
    another decade..
    would anyone even
    care if it was a lie.. considering
    what we have fallen to as a Moon
    of politics that IS a lie.. the iSREAL
    moon cannot tale a lie.. but iN Moon
    of human politics.. the Moon truthers
    may be at least
    partially
    correct
    on this one..
    as lies of faux moons
    and news hold old.. well..
    i don’t believe in wasting
    another penny on space travel..
    there are too many folks that don’t
    worship the gift of a blue orb moon here.. enough..
    that lives more than rocks and rocks of old-lit nights..
    yeah.. but sure the moon IS A romance i’ll never leave2..;)

    Moonlit dresses
    slip across bay..
    Moon follows closely
    in side view way..
    alWays a little
    aHead before
    Moon
    escapes..
    hoping to
    get more
    in touch
    with Moonlit Feel..:)

    Strangely enough as
    Moonlit Men WilL glow..
    having to wear sHades
    in night of metro dance..
    and more.. then..
    seeing ClearLY A
    Supermoon.. theN..
    aCross a Carpenter’s
    Park.. i swooped in with
    my wife.. ran across the field
    where some teens were having
    fun.. i don’t know if they have
    ever seen a man at 233LBs with
    shades on chase the moon at night
    that fast.. but haha.. they all ran as fast
    as they could to tHeir car.. locked the doors..
    and a girl screamed oh my God we’re gonna die..
    ha..!
    all for
    the Love
    of A Dancing
    moon man.. then..
    juSt to Capture the
    liGht of Father moon..
    with an iPhone5 back then
    as werewolves hoWl.. and teens flee..
    but the truth is.. if they couldn’t use tHeiR
    eYes to see the moon for 66 months too..
    perHaps
    they would
    worship the
    beauty of moon
    like this too..
    oh.. perspective
    of the blind man
    with finally now..
    moon site.. moreS.. iN SiGht..:)

    The Sun stays
    the same rarely
    changing in partial
    to total eclipse.. now
    ah.. the moon.. gifted
    with eclipse.. partial and
    full.. and better yet always
    changing every night.. man
    of moon i’LL be.. Sun of Same
    i’LL
    never
    be aGain..;)

    Thumb NAil Moon
    Men.. cold orbs
    oF
    niGht..
    heArt..
    spiRit
    diM iN
    fiLLing ways..
    soUl hELd uP
    in sky of dArk..
    Hope comes more
    as MoonS cross Nail..
    come back to liGhter FuLL..:)

    Make-up moon
    face she colors more..
    Plain Jane moon forgets
    moon face.. FeeLinGs gRow
    away from Moon.. noW..
    FilLed in
    side
    wiTh cheese..
    never mOld..;)

    SMiLes my friEnd
    Bio-man.. so true..
    a moon WiLL
    shine freely
    on aLL
    blog posts..
    findS inSpiRatioN
    oF liGht no matter
    welcome or delete
    sAMe.. heHe.. noW
    as long as my moon shines
    i’M
    drunK
    aS Love..:)

    sMiLes..
    seCret
    now oF
    Moon’s
    WinK
    IS A
    sMiLe(S)
    so sUrE…
    oF coMinG bacK..:)

    Nurturing liGht..
    Mother Moon’s
    tides oF loVinG
    niGhts..
    coveRed
    by dArk..
    hidden
    by cLouDS
    buT onLY
    source
    oF liGht
    roads
    home Love..:)

    Ha.. love a good detective challenge..
    there is a Full Moon named Bar
    in Brighton of the United Kingdom
    and sure.. the full moon iN
    general.. is linked
    with wild
    and free..
    including
    children feral
    as moonlight
    wolves children..
    so.. perhaps your
    Grandfather made this
    one up from similar free
    associations.. of cultural
    reaLiTy in moonliGht wayS..
    in the United Kingdom of the
    Full Moon Bar iN Brighton way..;)

    Fur of the Werwolf Moon..
    is going bald from waxing
    men.. men wear cosmetics
    in South Korea..
    Metro-Sexuals
    in the New
    England
    North..
    and in Japan
    no wild thing urge
    to connect the hair
    of dog.. for pups to come..
    Hmm.. oh wHere or wHere have
    the werewolf FULL MOON men.. gone to pLay..;)

    SMiLes.. iT bRinGs
    mE great pleaSure
    And FeeLinG iN A
    DiversiTy of Moon-liT
    Women soUls.. particularly
    oN Dance Hall niGhtS as the
    flavors
    oF
    moon
    women
    come out
    more free to
    play wild moonliFe2..;)

    True.. A moon briGht
    and full and even
    dArk and new..
    can be
    iN sinew
    A greAtest
    accomplice
    of Killer and
    iS for Animals
    from A to Z.. Flesh
    giving moon.. in nourishment
    blood.. teeth sink for life.. death
    comes under cLouds.. FuLL Moon
    reminds of
    temporary
    oF FuLL..:)

    DArk of Moon
    Feeds Sun oF liGht..
    liGht of Sun Feeds
    Moon of DArk..
    Moon Moral
    oF
    thE
    storY
    DArK
    AnD
    LiGht FeedS..:)

    Moon.. girl..
    who always
    comes back more..
    Sun.. boy..
    who chases
    her away..
    Both..
    pLay..
    never
    give uP..
    so far..
    @
    lEAst..
    partners
    oF Dance
    and SonG
    never end noW..:)

    Hmm.. that finishes
    15.. work-out for now..
    @5:32 pm..
    perHaps
    more to
    come after thAt.
    close to New Moon event..:)

    Back at 11:31 pm.. about to cross
    the dark side of the New Moon
    into 09012016…
    and more
    Moon liNks
    from dVerse
    to come as long
    as i can stay wide aWake.. hehe..
    as yeah.. the moon is far from full
    for
    noW..
    haha..;)

    Butter Fly Moon FloWers
    Eclipse Sun Flowers
    iN sHade plAnt
    leaves
    float
    eggs
    underRise..
    folLow moon sKeYes..:)

    Hmm.. haven’t
    seen moon girl
    lately in comments
    here.. i thiNk
    A dArk
    side has
    come for her
    for awhile more..
    i would smile but i
    think it might be beYond..
    that..
    hmm..
    moon buoys..
    alWays SMiLes..
    Ocean wHOle..
    seriously..
    listening
    to thE dArk
    siDe of the Moon..
    and writing makes
    A reAlly diM difference..
    thOught i’D have something more to say..;)

    Day of worries hidden in moonlight dreams..
    Dreams of moonlit worries awaKe in eYes of sAMe..
    Sane of worries..
    illusory all..
    never
    trUe.. liGht
    oF Moon says
    back.. forget iT aLL
    dreAm wide aWAke noW
    frUit oF Moon BriGht..:)

    Brian says in return..

    “Thank you for the lovely poem.
    I tried going to your blog but
    all the photos crashed my computer..:(

    i say in return..

    Thanks my FriEnd..
    Yes.. i too.. Occasionally
    Have that issue.. Patiently
    Waiting for technology to
    Catch up to all i do.. After the photos..
    I write on average.. A novel sized chap book
    of poetry in two posts a week.. And most every
    photo is directly associated.. Waiting for
    The next more powerful.. i Mac.. But as
    Mark Twain says.. Don’t wait to write down
    what would other wise be lost forever..
    Creativity is a blessing with no
    guarantees for the life of it..
    Thanks again.. My Friend..:)

    Now to back to
    the regularly
    scheduLed
    poEtry
    Program..;)

    Moon Child cAlls
    iN shadows BeyOnd
    DArk oF SiDe..
    so bLack..
    HoWls
    come
    who
    who
    cAlls
    BacK wHO..:)

    Moon IS A D sized
    Battery
    with
    a heArt
    oF cAlm..
    Sun.. triple
    A.. without.. as
    near.. Romance..;)

    Hmm.. Made it to
    12:10 am..
    09012016
    now for
    bed
    bottom
    line more..;)

    Reply
12. katiemiafrederick says:

    August 31, 2016 at 10:35 PM

    A Head full of Dreams.. safe to say
    i have one.. and safe to say
    Synchronicity says there IS A
    SonG for this i will use twice
    iN the 699th Macro-Verse..
    titLed ‘Cyberian Tiger River
    Leaves’.. tomorrow on
    A New Moon.. 1st oF
    September celebrating
    only the stars of night
    oN Dance niGht too..
    for the 125th niGht
    of doing that too.. wiTh
    aLL the cool college age
    folks from Old Seville Quarter..
    A Head of Dreams i’LL stARt oFF
    WiTh and a Head of Dreams i’LL go
    on with at the now of the conclusion
    oF that Macro-Verse celebrating as i’Ve
    oft stated in the last few days.. the 42 month
    since my first words deep within from the Kingdom
    oF God that lives within me rose to the flower of stream
    of consciousness writing as Rose of thOughts come to
    the surface of much greater mindful awareness when
    the below of subconscious thoughts and conscious
    thoughts become one and the science and art
    pArts of miNd and BoDy BaLaNCinG SoUL
    gRoW that way to as streams and wave
    oF Ocean WhoLe Poem SpiRit
    expreSsing EmoTioNs and
    SeNses and yes.. SensualiTy
    wHOle too.. iN moVinG.. conNecting
    and creAtinG ways of ImAgiNatiOn
    and dreAMs coMe to FruiTioN noW2..:)

    Reply
13. katiemiafrederick says:

    September 1, 2016 at 10:29 AM

    Super Heroes of Dance Song and HOPE.. and
    yes.. more on the Super Hero Archetype
    as Facebook Macro-Verse memories
    progress here from 2014 to 2015..
    and the best pArts about
    this post are
    Spring side
    Bikini’s and
    Beach Boardwalk
    Major Pensacola Bikini
    contest from two Summers
    ago.. where G-String Bikini’s
    eliminate all violent tendencies..
    while men naturally become more
    creative as the dopamine levels rise..
    in accordance with the watch of female
    fertile hips.. and females naturally become
    more cooperative n response to males who are
    becoming better looking all the time for the
    instinct of what it means to survive..
    at the most basic levels of what
    truly innocence.. and beauty
    and Love are related
    to when beauty
    innocence and
    Love are
    integral
    to all sensual
    relations that hold
    a smaller tribe of friendly
    naked human beings together
    in both metaphor torn from the
    complexities of modern cultural
    clothes.. and sure.. literally close
    to naked in rear ways as far
    as the greatest art
    of human
    comes
    in the art
    of this Macro-Verse
    shared that is every bit
    as beautiful as what ‘they’
    name as 72 Vestigial Virgins..
    as over here you don’t have to
    wait to at least see that in
    flesh of art and blood
    and all that
    skin
    and jazz
    that has
    kept the
    human race
    creative.. productive..
    and reproductive in growing way..:)

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/09/01/super-heroes-of-dance-song-and-hope/

    Macro-Verse Facebook provided
    memory of a year ago.. with ‘Two
    Wolves Ghost Dance Crazy Horse’..
    and to quote the ending lines..
    ‘Dedicated to my Sioux
    And Cherokee Ancestors
    who live again
    in eyes
    and feat
    of me
    as DaNCE
    Free Feet..
    Brave as
    FREE can be..
    i am NOT a Ghost…
    i am ‘Master Chief
    Aghogday’.. i can prove
    i exist.. seriously..
    LITERaLLy..
    Google IT..
    if you do
    not believe..
    i for ONE
    EXIST..
    And
    let’s FACE
    fACTS.. before
    12K years or so
    ago.. WELL are
    indigenous peoples
    in land of sharing
    And moVing foraGinG
    wheRe we take no more
    than we give less and
    much more than now.. therE
    is THE GOD OF BALANCE WHO RULES..
    THOSE WHO GO AGAINST THE RULES OF
    BALANCE
    LOSE
    IN the RUN..
    AS CHOCOLATE
    RUNS VANILLA
    AWAY
    NOW..
    where true dominance
    spells and feels color NOW..:)’

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/09/01/two-wolves-ghost-dance-crazy-horse/

    ‘Watchman Matchbox Humans’..
    From a year ago..
    and small one at
    stARt but one
    that will grow much
    larger by the next day
    in ‘Matchbox Catches Fire’..
    anyway.. considering i have
    both literally and metaphorically
    witnessed for God now for 42 months
    stARting March the first of 2013..
    yeah.. 03012013.. on Facebook
    First as KATiE MiA became
    Kind Autistics Taking in
    Everything.. Mindful iN
    Awareness where my
    first blog post to come
    on March 10, 2013..
    would be the perspective
    that the Holy Spirit driven
    creativity of the father metaphor
    or Goddess or as i say to get the
    point across in metaphor.. even..
    Blue Turtle.. as it is the essence
    of this creative energy in higher
    potential of God of Nature as
    Human Nature that trUly
    counts.. not the frigging
    label to be worshipped
    and hoarded by one
    culture alone.. like
    putting the essence
    of God within.. in chains
    and prisons of cultural words..
    outside of what iSReaL inside
    aLive.. jUsT waiting to come out
    and play with the rest of humans
    and God of nature outside.. above..
    so below and all around too.. that truly
    goes along well with that introduction of
    the actor Charlie Chaplin.. per Cold Play.. from the movie..
    The Great Dictator too that is worth quoting verbatim here.. too..

    The Great Dictator’s Speech..

    “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

    Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

    The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

    To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

    Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

    In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

    Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

    Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”

    And now i say.. amazing how many times ‘Jesus’
    has come back to make this speech.. but the opposite
    in words of Trumps are still held as truth and light
    by Anti-Christ Christians still.. for his message
    and not for his Dictatorship as created
    by the Roman Empire Constantine
    Dictators then and now..
    and others of that
    machine man
    creed of
    Anti-Christ
    again.. yes.. then and
    still now who would/will create walls against human freedoms)

    Sadly the Kingdom of God has become a monarchy
    in most religions.. wHere what is free in our
    nature becomes chained in words
    of books from thousands of years
    ago.. to create is anew and
    to renew.. not to stay
    stagnate.. in
    Dictators
    who attempt
    to dictate the will
    of God in Books that
    lives within we juSt wanting
    to come out and play to make
    a better life for all with fearless Love..
    anyway.. problem is when men become
    the only and last prophets and men become
    the only and last son of God.. when those are
    tribal words for war to separate.. and no longer
    unifying words by true men of God of Free that
    lives within wE free.. so sure.. there is a test
    in the old testament from Isiah 53.. for
    how one will know when the
    anointed one also
    known as messiah
    as messenger of
    God will come to
    set folks free..
    well.. truth be told
    as modern literature shows
    in cross cultural ways around the
    world.. it is only the human archetype
    of hero.. expressed there in words as well..
    the struggles and the light to come in the
    much fuller human potential expressed
    in both women and men to kingdom
    come always now.. of bettering
    the lot of human ways..
    and sure i fit the mold
    and so do many more
    from then and now..
    and just to make
    the point to
    one of my
    Fundamentalist
    friends who is a blogger
    who thinks as close to half
    the world does that Jesus is
    not just a humble teacher who
    says per Saint John’s reported
    words that others will come to
    do much greater works than
    he.. as any empathic
    and compassionate
    humble trUe
    and liGht
    Man of
    Fearless
    Love WiLL
    relate.. the political
    ways of the day in warring
    ways to expand empires.. for taKing
    subsistence and greater reproductive
    rights and controls made Humble Jesus into
    then a Soldier God.. that is totally ludicrous
    as even words left in the New Testament
    of a Son of man defy that to the very core
    of what it means as last is first and first is
    last and the humble ones shall inherit the
    Kingdom of God.. as that simply means
    back to Nature of God within without
    the separation of cultural clothes
    that take us away from the
    God of Nature
    within we
    as human
    Nature Free..
    anyway.. me saying
    i have witnessed for God
    for 42 months fulfills no prophecy
    except a self-fulfilled one by i.. taken
    as a grain of salt.. or however one may
    see that now.. but truth be told i’ve written
    more than the equivalent of 14 bibles.. noW
    in 6 years as of 12 million words this Thanks giving
    day as my testament to witness of God equals at
    least 4 Bibles and 140 Kurans in the last
    42 months of… at 3.3 Million words that
    would take 30,000 pages to print
    as of estimate by Micro-Soft
    Word.. i have come with
    no sword.. i have come
    with no myths of
    supernatural
    miracles but what
    i have and do come with
    is the REAL iSREAL MAGIC
    OF GOD IN HUMAN HIGHER
    POTENTIAL WITHIN EXPRESSING
    THAT IN NEUROPLASTIC AND EPIGENETIC
    POTENTIAL.. God doesn’t need to do magic
    tricks to prove that God iSREAL within.. it is
    as FucKinG plain as 3.3 Million words written
    in a little over three years now.. in a poem
    in long form free verse style that is
    longer than ones done before by
    multitudes of folks over
    centuries of effort..
    laser focus
    to keep
    the story
    going then
    with multiple
    human hands with
    sanskrit markers of
    way back when.. sure..
    i have technology to help
    me write.. as with a marker
    and sand i can do a fraction of
    this in centuries earlier.. however..
    we are STRONGER UNIFIED TOGETHER
    IN ALL THE ARTS AND SCIENCES THAT BRINGS..
    and this my Friends is a only a testament truly of what
    amazing real life miracles are still to come as long as
    we humans hold hands and unify for Balance and
    Real God iSREAL MaGiC for MORE TO COME NOW..
    anyWay.. truly that stuff of the old testament and
    new is poetic.. but it was just a breath of a
    Hurricane wind to come.. as Herme’s
    wife Hermine breezes on in on
    the Panhandle today too..
    of the state of Florida..
    and the state of
    affairs of
    wE
    hOlding
    hands as messengers
    of God from day one to day
    now and so much more to come..
    sure you can stay left behind if ya like..
    or you can continue a trip in the Kingdom
    of Heaven of now.. if you pick up a weapon
    of art and science.. and grow in Fearless Love..
    iN
    kiNd
    and CouRAGE!..:)

    So a quote from a year ago here..
    about the Super heroes then and now STiLL..:)

    “Oh Lynn! finAlly! you beat me to the
    starting line.. and i am so appreciative
    of this prompt.. and while i only
    can come up with
    15 words.. sorta
    wayYYY short oF
    Novella.. hehe!..
    since i am the
    only ‘Novella’
    person here.. haha!..:)
    yeah 40K words equals a
    Novel and i’ve already done
    24K in one day.. including
    comments… but only 14K
    GoLD in the main body.. AND
    i am going to go a little ‘deeper’
    here.. simply out of appreciation
    that your prompt guides me tHere
    and again.. please.. if it is too long..
    since it may interrupt the flow of
    shorter stuff.. do delete.. as you
    know i lose nothing.. i believe
    words in a certain way
    are sacred so this
    WILL BE SAVED
    FOR ME…;)

    A quote(S):

    Isaiah 53King James Version (KJV)

    53 Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?

    2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

    ‘OH.. i am told i am an ugly worm.. before and in no certain terms that i do not deserve to exist.’

    3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

    ‘Yeah.. i did that for five years.. pariah from society.. and more or less before too.. here and thEre..’

    4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

    ‘If it’s associated with pain.. grief.. and suffering.. been there done it.. in fAct i have the empathy.. both cognitive and affective.. of around 14.5 billion years.. and i am dead dam ALIVE serious about THAT.. now.. SMILES..;)’

    5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

    ‘Yeah.. this modern culture STUFf almost kills me.. literally.. in waves of misery and suffering.. 66 months from waking to sleeping.’

    6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

    ‘True dAT…’

    7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.

    ‘I did not speak until i am four.. and for 66 months i rarely speak aGain.. and the slaughter IS close at MY hand.. as some pain is worse than death as life..’

    8 He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.

    ‘Yeah.. two times.. and worse than prison…’

    9 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.

    ‘Yeah.. i mix with both.. and continue to do so.. done deal…’

    10 Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

    ‘My seed is creativity.. and it spreads in Novella form each day.. smiles..:)’

    11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.

    ‘Amen.’

    12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

    ‘I never ask for that.. and do not care to have it.. but sometimes one gets what one asks for without asking.. and that’s how GOD works.’

    The bible is a wonderful book of poetry..

    and these fables in the bible do reflect reality.. this IS A story for all superheroes.. similar.. that number in untold numbers of servants/soldiers only known to GOD.. unfortunately.. literally thinking folks have assigned this Truth and Light to ONLY ONE PERSON.. AND RESTRICTED IT AS SUCH… instead of remembering the hidden meaning.. that this IS A path that is a common GOD GIVEN human archetype.. to helping other human beings.. OUT OF MISERY AND SUFFERING.. and sadly it takes away from the path.. when one only says onE person has been there done it.. and that is precisely what Jesus IS speaking TO.. too.. when he says the Kingdom of Heaven IS NOW all around us for those with GOD eyes and ears to see and hear it AND many will come after him wHo will do greater Will and Deeds with Faith.. Hope.. and most importantly Belief in Just Doing IT NOW.. sadly many people are waiting for one man to come back from the dead.. when the real man Jesus is just hoping then.. before he gives his Life for SPREAD OF Truth and Light TO HELP ALL OTHERS.. that othErs will FULFILL HIS PROPHECY IN SELF FULFILLING WAY BY FINDING THIS INNER LIGHT OF GOD’S TRUTH INSIDE AND SHINING IT BRIGHTER THAN ANY ONE BEFORE.. and yes.. my dear friend Lynn.. that takes effort.. FOCUS.. AND THE job of JOB.. and sometimes a novELla
    or two.. or MORE TOO..
    THIS REAL GOD STUFF
    IS ‘READ HOT’ BUSINESS..
    THERE ARE NO LUKE
    WARM FOLKS
    FROM
    WHERE I ‘COME
    FROM’ DEAR.. SmILES..
    and i say this with Love
    as there is something
    in your eyes that
    tales
    me
    you will
    hear AND
    SEE more
    than most..:)

    AND i will tale you this for sure.. from experience in
    walking every now in HIS SHOES.. if ‘the REAL
    JESUS’ COMES BACK NOW.. he will have
    his messages deleted.. BANNED..
    AND PROBABLY THE ONLY
    place he will find to speak
    AND ILLUSTRATE
    HIS MEANINGS
    is on a solitary
    isolated blog
    but HA! after
    one has
    been crucified
    in flesh and blood
    life more than once
    ha!X2 that is a piece
    OF
    HOLY
    CAKE..
    smiLes..
    HOW
    DEEP
    IS YOUR
    LOVE FOR
    HiM AND
    OTHeRS
    LIKE
    HIm ..WHAT
    WOULD YOU
    DO FOR HIM
    AND OTHERS..
    WILL YOU FACE
    MISERY.. SUFFERING..
    ISOLATION FOR hIM
    AND OTHERS.. i feel
    you just miGHt
    do it.. but not
    mAny
    people
    can carry THAT
    CROSS aGAIN
    MY FRIEND
    SISTER
    LYNN..

    NO.. IT IS
    NOT EASY
    HANGING ON
    THE SAME PAGE
    WITH
    ‘JESUS’..
    BUT THE
    REWARD
    IS MOST
    DEFINITELY
    ETERNaLLY
    AS THAT IS
    ALL WE
    TAKE
    WITH
    US….
    FOREVERMORE
    NOW MY FRIEND(S)..:)”

    And i say.. sure enough two weeks
    from this date.. the dVerse team would
    delete me from that website.. for only
    doing more and for only
    history
    repeating
    itself once more..
    where others could
    not understand that
    the Kingdom of Heaven
    is now.. even on a deserted
    Isle out of the cave from before..
    of Plato and so many more who simply
    escaped the chains and prisons of modern
    cultural clothes.. it’s just nature friends.. and
    nature is both science and art.. and this play
    of actors we will repeat of course.. as human
    nature stays.. and our potential grows or not..
    i go..
    i grow..
    i juST do it
    MoRe.. like Jesus said..
    whomever reported that TrUth and liGht..
    that is Nature too.. the Nature of God within..:)

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/09/01/watchman-matchbox-humans/

    AS i self-fulfill another prophecy for myself..
    i owe my life to the God within of my
    ancestors from the origin and
    continuing now of
    allthatis God
    Now of
    course
    wRite on course..
    my paternal grandmother
    here.. Louise.. who did automatic
    writing in bed.. reaching deep down
    to the God within.. sure her prophecies
    came true.. as we connect to the deeper
    of our human potential that have no distance
    time or space.. that is as much science as the
    art of human being.. in Kingdom of God
    within always exploring
    more.. in ImAgiNaTiOn
    and MoVinG.. coNnecting
    and creaTing ways noW..
    HOldinG Hands toGeTher
    and never forgetting the gifts
    and sacrifices our ancestors
    have made to create the we
    that is.. and in the photo stream
    of my now coming Cyberian Tiger
    River Leaves post heRe.. tHere
    is a River Railroad Trestle
    and a dirt white patch..
    of the place of
    land of
    my Grandmother’s
    100 year old shot gun
    home that i was raised in
    then to first see God face to
    face in God speak to me before
    i gained language to speak at age
    three across the River then.. as God
    came to me early as i had been here
    forever and all was iSREaL.. sTiLL..
    and i aM tHeRe aGain iN this Kingdom
    of God within that never ends noW..
    eternAlly now a drop of water..
    a stream.. a River
    to a Ocean
    God whole
    Field oF dreAM..
    allthatis.. within..
    inside.. outside.. above..
    so below and all around..
    as far as words will say and
    so much more than that words will
    never say.. the lesSon of A non-verbal
    child of God ’till age 4.. who understands
    that no words at all are required to see
    GoD
    to FeeL
    God within
    FACE TO FACE
    AS EVERMORENOW..
    THE LIGHT OF EYES
    THAT NEVER DO END NOW..:)

    Reply
14. katiemiafrederick says:

    September 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM

    https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/08/09/about-my-lovlies/

    Facebook and Blogger Friend
    Rafiah says in return
    to a response
    on one of
    her previous
    blog posts..

    Angel Rafael is supposed to blow
    trumpet on Judgement Day.
    So what do it tell about
    me I wonder..;)

    And i say in thoughtful
    and coming
    deeper
    response..

    Outside..
    Sand and
    Sun DanCinG
    Will come back
    iN wiTh 9
    Fingers
    More
    Than
    One Finger
    On SmArt
    Phone
    And
    After
    LooKing
    Deep within
    WiLL let you
    KNow FeeL
    WHat
    WHere
    And
    wHo..;)W..:)

    Okay.. i’m back and i have
    to admit that your newest post
    has made me lose some focus
    ’cause sure..
    even Saints
    have earthly pleasures
    when the feet are adorned
    as God’s Treasures.. but
    truly in my eYes that
    makes yoUr
    Feet
    more
    sacred
    and holy
    as you shine
    your God Given
    liGht of woman’s
    beauty that IS A greaTest
    even scientific named force for
    the creativity of male and the social
    cooperation of female to make society
    and a mix of lust and love work for Heaven now..
    and even in the Bible the Jesus then was reported
    to say that heaven would be on earth in his generation
    and in that heaven then every one would be as friends
    and there would be no marriage there.. as marriage
    is for ownership and friends and love are for free..
    as the village as alWays raised the child
    as the prize with nothing
    to own but
    fearless
    Love my Friend..
    now back to Archangels
    before i go visit some of the
    most exotic feet i’ve ever seen
    as what is adorned with beauty
    is painted with a balance of love
    and lust for more human progress..
    only second perhaps to dark brown
    eyes that are as deep as the ocean
    blue my friend.. as love as love iSREAL..
    Okay.. the Angel Rafael in my study of the
    Quran is not noted there as to blow a trumpet
    on Judgement day so my trusty wiki source says..

    Israfil (Arabic: إسرافيل‎, translit. Isrāfīl, lit. ‘The Burning One’‎, alternate spellings: Israfel, Esrafil),[1] is the angel of the trumpet in Islam[2] though unnamed in the Qur’an and is the alternative name of the archangel Uriel for the Jewish people.[3] Along with Mikhail, Jibrail and Azrael, he is one of the four Islamic archangels.[1] Israfil will blow the trumpet from a holy rock in Jerusalem to announce the Day of Resurrection.[4] The trumpet is constantly poised at his lips, ready to be blown when God so orders. In Judeo-Christian biblical literature, Raphael is the counterpart of Isrāfīl.[4] Isrāfīl is usually shown as having a huge, hairy body; that is covered with mouths and tongues, and reaches from the seventh heaven to the throne of God. One wing protects his body, another shields him from God, while the other two extend east and west. He is overcome by sorrow and tears three times every day and every night at the sight of Hell.

    Considering how hairy my body is and sure.. rather large compared to
    Rafiah.. and how i use my left arm wing as a sign
    of feral
    protection
    as my own
    body guard per se..
    at least online hehe..
    and sure my mouth and tongue
    reaches far and wide.. both long
    and fast my friend.. hmm.. this
    archangel sounds a little
    more like me than
    you.. so that
    must mean
    you are my
    assistant to
    help
    me
    hold the
    horn with my left
    hand and give it a hard
    blow at least in metaphor my friend..

    Okay.. and interestingly enough in fundamentalist
    lands of Southern Baptist religions they often talk
    prejudice talk about black folks still on farms i visit..
    and in the next sentence look forward to Gabriel’s trumpet
    sounding for judgement day too.. when historically speaking
    that’s not in the bible.. and in fact.. it originates in Negro spiritual
    folk tradition.. closer to the slave days that fundamentalist Christians
    supported by taking the old testament literally then.. same they do with
    Homosexuals today.. but sure.. wearing different fiber clothes is allowed
    and not allowed in the old Torah 613 commandments then for Jewish Law..
    from old
    good old
    book of before..
    anyway.. i Love all
    religions as they address
    the Inner Universe of human being
    that can only be described adequately with
    art.. like poetry.. dance.. song.. and paintings too..
    all art in fAct.. as to take away the art of God’s heart..
    is to only be left with he of patriarchal rules that make
    others slaves of men.. my friend.. Repression of God Given
    Human Nature.. Oppression of God Given Emotions.. Senses..
    and yes.. of course.. sensuality too.. to control reproductive freedoms
    that benefit the he of culture most without the art of female free.. my friend..
    the divine feminine of love that can thrive in all human beings as Fearless love..
    unless that
    is trapped
    in a ball
    of chains
    and prisons of now..
    what else.. yes.. human
    archetypes are real.. and
    the Jungian human archetypes
    have now gained credence even in
    modern science.. in the Christian Religion
    Archangel Michael is the protector.. Gabriel
    is the messenger.. per poets.. and other artist
    like that who give more of what living is all about..
    in balance with God of course.. Uriel is pity of human..
    and Rafael is healer my friend.. and sure you are what
    they would call as pure as virgin.. in soul no matter what
    male might defile you with even rape.. my friend.. as you
    seek understanding and loving.. and that is the touch that heals my Angel
    and Assistant friend.. Rafiah.. and sure i was 99 percent sure of that with your
    words until i saw the love bright in your eyes.. and that sealed the deal
    for me friend.. plus you haven’t left my side as friend online for two
    years..
    and truly
    in this grand
    feat.. you are
    the only one for me..
    as far as really consistently
    reaching out and touching my
    heARt.. my spiRit.. and my SoUL..
    and yeah.. those feet are touching
    me in ways now.. that i didn’t expect
    i must
    admit..
    but i have
    nothing to
    hide as you
    might guess by now..
    pretty delicate feet you have..
    adorned with the beauty you
    now feel inside.. and that my
    friend will have you shining into
    oldest of age eYes.. that say.. i Am
    Woman.. hEar me roar i AM Free a child of GOD..;)

    And now i move on to her next blog post..
    that asks the question and i quote her..

    https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/08/25/on-freedom/

    

    “Seduction

    Is prohibited

    That’s what’s preached

    What about saints then?

    Tell”

    First i will tale.. you likely have
    already heard at least once..
    a longer second toe like
    that means.. it seems now..

    ‘You are a leader and are
    dynamic and resourceful’..
    hehe.. and to ask a question
    like ‘this’ is direct evidence of that..
    smiles.. in every painted woman’s eYes
    and every adorned woman’s foot with Mehndi
    is the allure of the reproductive touch my friend..
    that leads as science even shows to more creativity
    and social cooperation among both genders.. and it
    doesn’t matter what is clothed whatever is provided as
    beauty and art has the same effect and amazingly even more..
    smiles my friend.. what becomes taboo… and hidden but slightly
    shown and adorned is the sexiest pArts of woman oF all.. well before
    i met any of you women from countries over ‘here’ online.. the Arabian
    veiled dancer.. in mystery and taboo.. was the sexiest thing ever..
    there is no way for a ‘normal’ woman not to seduce men.. my
    friend.. even when they are friends.. but it is love that
    prevents anything to go on that is not consensual..
    and that my friend is the balance of life..
    it is okay to feel..
    it is not okay to harm..
    and you know what the
    happiest parts of my life
    were that i wished more than
    ever could come back when i lost
    all my emotions at age 47.. i screamed
    to the ceiling in a voice of a demon.. so lost so
    lost in a pit of dark that would never have light
    for another 5 years or so.. until at least one tear
    came back.. all i wanted to do.. was be back in my
    Mother’s home.. and watch Alfred Hitchcock late at
    night with my sister and her.. and feel the warm comfort
    of unconditional and fearless love.. and my mother let me
    have coffee.. it helped me focus then with ADHD that was no
    diagnosis then.. and sure.. if you ever visited me that is the thing
    i would love to do the most with you.. just watch a TV show and
    know that you are there with me.. as friend.. sex is okay my friend but Love
    is
    forever..
    now @lEast..
    and you know/feel..
    the most thing i would
    love to have is a ‘normal’
    family of children.. but that
    was not in the play of cards for
    me this go around.. no.. there is
    nothing greater than a loving
    family my friend.. and that
    is where i for one
    believe
    you
    will
    shine most one day
    as wife.. as friend.. and mother too..
    and when women want to do that now..
    i can’t see any higher calling than Mother..
    but it is a role that should never ever be
    forced on any woman.. labor of love only..:)

    PS..
    You seem happy for now.. and that is
    all i pray for you my friend.. Happy Angel/Saint Rafiah..
    with her very pretty and Mehndi ADORned feat of Feet..:)

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15. katiemiafrederick says:

    September 1, 2016 at 2:11 PM

    Facebook Friend Ned AKA gigoid.. who
    is currently taking respite from Blogging..
    says and i quote
    his quote aGain..

    “… But when he [the people’s champion] has disposed of foreign
    enemies by conquest or treaty, and there is nothing to fear from them,
    then he is always stirring up some war or other, in order that the people
    may require a leader.” — Plato (428-348? B.C.), “The Republic”

    AdditionAlly Ned says..

    ‘Gee….
    sound
    familiar?’

    And i go on to say in
    meaSuRed poetic
    free verse
    response..

    And a hell and or a heaven
    from anywhere else
    but earth comes
    from
    the
    same
    place as this..
    illusory plus fears = Hate..
    best bed buddies in iSreal hell..;)

    However.. humans are not evolved
    to live in anything but small villages..
    the hook for heaven is to stay small..
    moving.. connecting.. and creating
    toGetHer.. sharing and giving
    as most.. every Facebook
    page hopes to be
    a vicarious
    place
    somewhere
    deep down like
    that in avatar lands
    approximating human life at
    core of what’s even lost of all of that..:)

    And now i say.. on to
    Thursday Holy and Sacred
    R and R activities as i am
    already mused enough
    for the day
    to continue
    on with
    a dance
    of liFe..
    including.. more fun
    dance photos coming to
    this Macro-Verse post..
    after the 125th dance week
    is celebrated with all the cool
    college age folks at Good Old
    Seville Quarter.. while the wife of
    Hermes in Wind Form Hermine blows
    ashore.. close to where my Father’s side
    of the Family lives in Tallahassee Florida..
    and yes.. a year ago to date.. Hurricane
    Fred.. namesake of both i and my father
    was spinning off in the Atlantic too..
    anyWay
    messages
    blow on as notes
    As Mercury in fleet
    footed Golden mesSage
    way wiLL as weLL by foot and or
    electronic lines of E-air mail2.. hehE..
    in somewhat global reach now.. hAha..;)

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16. katiemiafrederick says:

    September 1, 2016 at 4:52 PM

    Well.. it seems at this point.. E-scaping a life of stress in school..
    and work.. Enduring 66 months of literal hell on earth.. writing now
    yes.. 12 million words now online during 33 months of what i endured
    in hell too.. approaching that many words on Thanks Giving day now too..
    for 6 years.. and 33 months before that when i could not do a God dam thing
    but think stuck in a head where too much dentist drill like pain was
    in right eye and ear to do another dam thing but sit on
    my patio and look out into space..
    all day all day aghogday..
    another ground hog day..
    anyway.. this new testament
    that i do always now for God..
    of Nature all that is now.. and this
    Ocean Whole Poem of at least 3.3 million
    words that continues to grow.. and close to 5900 miles
    of dancing every where i go in the general public.. soon
    to meet A 6000 milestone this month in 3 years of doing that.. aS
    WeLL.. is truly proof that i am great at Staying Alive and after Facing
    the prospect of death every second for 66 months.. where every second
    of life was worse than the prospect of life.. i must say than i am a tidal wave..
    a tsunami.. and a Hurricane Fred of current Hermes Hermine way that will not
    give up no matter what anyone else says or does.. and i must say after reviewing
    my health records and Nude art of last year compared to this year.. being banned
    from places i was never wanted ’cause of what i said or what i did or what i do and say
    that is way too much for most folks to understand.. to accept.. or even F iN tolerate to
    this point.. this Desert Isle of mind and body balance.. that i hold at home and online
    too of Freedom’s SonG and DancE.. is truly a Garden of Eden and Heaven now
    that is simply the freedom to be all of who i am no matter what the
    FucK anyone else thinks or feels about that..
    and it has been to my person.. great
    benefit in increasing the
    human potential
    of my art from writing
    to head to toe in dance
    in all the ways that comes
    too.. as SonG too.. thAT i have
    been dismissed from communities online
    ranging from Poetry Clubs to Online Autism
    Communities the same.. ’cause what remains
    now and then and forevermore now.. as long
    as online lasts.. is this Nautilus Shell of more
    and more that i continue to create as
    stately mansions
    for art as any
    Oliver Wendell
    Holmes.. Whitman
    and other inspired artists
    will do for free.. free is fearless
    love.. unleashed and released..
    staying alive is what i did and do
    now iN F iN Epic Free way.. sure
    i’M tripping baby.. but i master this
    trip now.. with or without the approval
    of anyone else now.. except for God
    who has my back.. my front.. my insides..
    outsides.. above so below and all around..
    no fear baby.. no fear and love of freedom RinGS..
    STAYIN’
    ALIVE NOW..
    alWays LiVinG A
    DancE and SonG FReED..
    September 1st 2016 a day
    to alWays remember like
    every other day of Now FReED..:)

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