Fried Forgiving Turkeys

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AlReady.. stARting a 722nd MacroVerse
of Longest Long Form Poem sTiLL of
course.. exceeding 3.3 milLion words
hehe.. even iF i don’t wRiTE anoTher
word that figure keeps it tidy as such..
and now anyway.. Facebook Macro Verse
Memories from 2 years ago.. somewhat
come flooding in.. as i’m sTiLL groWinG
a month behind providing the Text only versions
of recent MacroVerses as i do on my Personal Facebook
Page.. and additionally Blog Page and Nature Page on Facebook
too.. free back-up and the potential to open it up if one has a Computer
and Internet access that gets hung up on all the Multi-Media i employ
in stream of consciousness free verse photo PoeTry too.. in ALL the Synchronicity
ways that comes as well.. in total tapestry of God’s overall Masterpiece of Art
as it be.. with we human beings incorporating the pARts oF our eYes and eARs
eTc.. to help brush the painting with multi-layers and colors and sHades of Grey
including beYond rainbow colors of iMaGiNAtioN and cREatiVity.. iF yA gET my
drift as such.. foR noW @leaSt..
So yes.. MoVinG beHinD noW
iN Macro-Verse Memory..
from two years ago
with God is NOT GOD’s Word..

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/17/god-is-not-gods-word/

A relatively short MacroVerse back in my stay at the Wrong Planet days..
recovered then much more than ever beFore.. and STiLL attempting to
hELp the folks tHeRe understand the essence of God as NaTure
as a tangible Force oF aLL as verb.. rather than just a word..
a label.. a vague noun as such in some books here
and there with a variety of names too.. wHeRE
A God may be reflected as angry.. dark and
hate.. jealous etc.. or the golden rule
coMinG in Good Cop Jesus ways2..
away from slaying.. hating
friends.. family..
parents and
children if they
don’t follow YOUR
RULES YOU SET FORTH
as such.. up to death as literally
taken in the New Test too.. sadly as such
but hey.. when you are expanding a Roman Empire
you must come with a sword and slay folks if you expect
to conquer lands.. and a book that denies this is antithetical
literally as such to the laws of the land and remember it was
THE HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE.. NO CHURCH AND STATE
SEPARATION FOR MANY MANY YEARS.. ALL mostly ONE THING
no different than what we see in many Muslim Lands now..
where war conquers peace moreover at least in pockets
here and there and serious nasty pockets moreover
in other places too.. as we know and feel and
sense of course if we have any humanity
aT all for the misery and suffering
and deaths in murder
in the name
of some
God
of fear
and hate and
killing of sorts.
really angry and
stuff like that and super
out of balance.. like huh.. God
operates like that.. look around in space
the balance keeps all in orbit moving smoothly
including we mini-me’s of God on Earth down below
as so below.. and sure that part iS even written in a Gospel
of Thomas verse as far as above so below.. we fractals of Whole
God oNE
here
on earth
too as reflections
of God wHole.. sentient
star dust plus we come from
Star Burst Crucible fire.. and return
to that and the creation show goeS oN..
for all so involved as all that is wHole.. and
pArt we
too..
what else
yes.. the interconnecting
force of all that is.. no separation now..
all is whole.. in interdependent relationship
of all that is sAMe and Different too.. anyWay noW
at leASt that’s what it looks like through specks
of Human God eYes from down here on eARth
aT lEAst foR Now.. iF aLL goes WeLL and
Nuclear Bomb Buttons don’t get
mistaken for twitter
verses of anger
and fear and
hate and such as that..
let’s hope not anyWay..
peace be upon us.. OK..
in the good ‘ole U.S. oF A
too.. keeP iT thAT way globAlly
as such too.. as days and nows go on..
God IS A Force the essence oF aLL thAt iS
so much more than can be chained in human
letters.. and oThEr symbols here on eARth
iN all the media of thaT in cultural and religious
so-called
ways for
now.. OKAy..
probably not
okaY in many circles
but we hUmans are a diverse
bunch in multi-uni-verse perceived
ways.. so to be expected and understood
same of course now for sure too.. At lEast
on my
end
down
here too..:)

And now.. from two years ago..

Finding LIGHT IN the darkness of ill

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/17/finding-light-in-the-darkness-of-ill/

Another Short MacroVerse actually documenting the last
time i fell super ill with an intestinal bug.. and even had
to skip Dance that week on Thursday for one of the
only missed dance weeks of all.. closing
in on three years now..
and not quite
feeling
as invincible
of course as i usually
do.. which allowed me
to reflect more on the dARk
side of years gone past.. as verily
that’s how liFe works.. liGht associates
with liGht and DArk Associates with DArk..
sHades of Grey go toGether.. and us beyond
Rainbow folks find it hard to find each oTher as
we are rare birds for sure of a different feather with
a different
drummer
to dance
and
SinG by too..
i would love to
find hundreds of people
like me but we would probably
make each other explode with
synergestic positive floW iN energy
way.. so perHaps like my new Psychiatrist
says may be it’s great that there iS oNly one
of me
in the
Metro
Area that
he caters.. too
in helping oTheRs too..
it is what is.. i am what i am..
i’ll be all that is of thAT so on
yada yada yada iF yA gET
mY DRiFT oN all thaT iS noW 2..;)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/11/17/katman-beach/

And finAlly noW.. as the Facebook Algorithm
continues to serve me all free jUST for mY
FuN it seems.. in hELpinG otheRs too.. like
i say and dance too.. kATman BEach.. also
shared in my last
Macro Verse
number
721 too..
and worth
sharing here
too.. as Macro Verse
Memory from one year ago..
as these are some of the best
and most beautiful photos i’ve captured
at Pensacola Beach to date.. including the
wonderful Seagull photo i will share here too..
as GiVinG and ShaRinG is my for one way to go..
Anyway.. perHaps i will not be late for dance tonight
for my 135th dance week with all the cool college age
folks.. as i’m finAlly getting finished with a Thursday Night
MacroVerse at a decent hour with even some words to provide
introductory here for this 722nd Verse too as suggested bEfore..
and more fun dance photos coming to both the 721st Macro-
Verse and eventuAlly this one too.. as DancE IS A Happy
way of
liFE to
celebrate
WiTh sMiLes
in photos too of course..
to go a long WitH oNe LongEst
SonG overAll as Ocean WhOle Poem goeS oN..;)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/11/new-testament-heaven-in-eleven-sixteen.html

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Yellow Boy and Katrina assisting me
in pre-dance preparation in making
sure my ear plug gear is all
properly packaged and
protected in plastic
sandwich bags
as such..
as man
that Seville
Quarter Dance Hall
goes boom boom boom
and boom some more.. i need
my hearing so i take the appropriate
measures to keep in in tact with my
survival gear crew fully at work sTiLL..;)

Uh Oh.. again.. as per the
theme of the last 721st MacroVerse
in ending story of Beauty and the Beast
along with theme song for dance and ‘other stuff’..
my horn per beast
in the new version
of that Disney
creature
is reaching out
to touch someone
as such as head horns go..;)

AdditionAlly in accordance
with the 721st MacroVerse
main title theme of RocK oN noW iN LovE..
‘here’.. the nice girl in the foreground at the dance
hall is showing the hand signal as some other conspiracy
folks say is Diablo Devil horns.. haha.. not funny..
is yes the
Rock on
Sign and fitting
i will add now for sure..
and additionally 13 more
smiling dance girl photos to
go along with all of that
Rock
on Stuff
too.. and also
a pARt of the intro
of the 722nd MacroVerse
i AM currently worKing on here
as well as FACE BOOK stuff too..:)

As college educated folks tend to be more
liberal in Trump ways of thought..
critical thinking and all of that
particular fruit from attending
higher levels of education
institutions.. and Thursday
Night is college night always
now at Old Seville Quarter.. the
atmosphere was a little grim last
week but this week joy came nigher again
as can be measured in the smiles of dance photos too..
Sure.. a huge Sunshine Chill Shirt with shades tends to
generate a little more light with freest verse dance too..
as i continue
to keep
the groove
thing on.. albeit
hampered a bit by
a very short lived intestinal
bug of what seems to have only
lasted about 12 hours.. as compared
to what i referenced in my Ocean Poem MacroVerse
about one serious enough two years ago.. to interrupt a
week of dance.. i bounce back
fast it seems.. these
days.. with
positive
liGht iN Full Force..
Thanks God of Nature
Living Stronger within and as me..
as the Facebook Digital assistant continues
to slave away helping to provide a nice documentary in
video slide presentation of the dance and song life i live foR noW..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/18/winds-of-november-sun/

A nice Macro-Verse Memory celebrating
Winds of November Sun from two years
ago.. where daytime highs were 38 degrees
with a wind chill factor of 32F degrees..
and the following year the warm
and rain breezed in and this
the high 70’s in the day
still dominates..
with some
chilled weather
at least at night forecast
for this weekend.. so far
in the day.. we still have blue
skies and sunburn weather for
fair skin folks like me.. originating
in Ireland from Grandfather.. Black
Forest in Germany from his father..
and on the other paternal maternal side
of origination.. Cajun French/Spanish
and some Sioux and Cherokee on
my mother’s side along with some
more English that allows both
a burn and a tan..
depending on how i
rotate my body dancing
in the sun.. instead of the
old ways of just sitting there
or laying their and roasting like a Turkey
in a oven.. hmm.. humans are evolved to move..
in the sunshine and moonlight of God of Nature too..
and yes.. adapt to uncomfortable temperatures too..
to get all balanced and resilient same where for example..
i for one haven’t worn long pants since the year 2013.. and
yes.. the Global climate change here in never ending Summer
through Winter helps.. but yes that does include 2013 thru
2014.. and a spell of snow and 18F degree weather then
too.. we get strong when we adapt we get weak when
we don’t in both mind and body ways to challenges
and struggles at hand for positive change.. or the
opposite of course.. in basically sitting still..
stagnating where entropy takes a toil..
in literally human rotting in one place
of mind and body same.. move..
connect.. create.. in all seasons
and all months.. and days now..
and Spring is eternal as
breathing iN more than
standard IQ ways of
heARt.. SpiRit and SoUL
as EmoTioNs and SeNSEs
are respectively regulated and
integrated.. in miNd and BoDy Balance wHOle..
and when that said now to sand and sun dance..
and i yeah.. i guess i’ll break down then and do the
mechanical cognition activity of backing up several
MacroVerses.. in text only.. from the past month as
soon as i finish an excursion over to gigoid’s place
to see what his posts of accumulated wisdom in/of
the sAges of the ages have to offer for now today..:)

1987

Oh.. Lord.. just the
mention of the
phrase..now
‘applicable standards’..
brings back robot memories 25 years
then of Government work and associated
red tape.. of mechanical cognition robot
state of mind..
where input
output is
predetermined
and standardized
with little room
for creaTiViTy
in MoVinG.. CoNnecTing
aT all and now computers have
standardized human beings into
sitting still pARts of the machine
with less flesh and blood connectivity
and actually creative evolving ways in one
life to light the face of others with the connection
of the human race that makes us stronger toGeTheR rather than weaker..
in otHeR
words
duSt
in the wind
without as much
sentient plus stuff of life..;)

“It seems like once people grow up,
they have no idea what’s cool.”

~~ Calvin & Hobbes~~

GenerAlly speaking. back to
a square root problem one noW
iN moving spirals.. as ‘they’ no longer
dance and sing..
and
sit still
in data
download
input output
all day long same..
with severe and chronic
stress added into slow torture
of sitting still emotionless rarely letting go..
And yes.. so far.. particularly ages 0 to 3.. most of
the trust and love connections in touchy feely flesh
and blood ways are made then.. happy.. i was to see
several mothers with baby in carrier attached to breast
at the store the other day.. but one must wonder if they just
got picked up from the nursery and cattle ranch as such for raising
in emotional and sensory cages while parents slave on with a system without
touchy
feely
flesh
and blood love..
yes.. without that
anxiety and fear rules
in lack of love and trust..
replaced by less empathy and
eventual nurturing and compassion
and next thing ya know ya got Isis and
folks gloating over a protestor getting hit by a car..
as fear and hate bond as devil and demon same in
part
yes
raised
that way
as the
seed
of trust and
love are less planted
and fed early in ways
of watering empathy and nurturing
and compassion same… i was born in
’60 with a stay at home mom for the first
three years before dear old dad left.. ’cause my
mother wanted to stay at home with children in stead
of becoming part of a system for material success.. i still smile for real..
i still
smile for real..
and have no desire
to harm.. maim.. or kill..
but of course as we know/feel
A sTiLL only way soldiers work is to
kill their human being and others too..
and that too is pARt of the human stew..
but it’s
kinda sad
when it happens
with no wars at all
to civilians and their
war games same.. where
humans really no longer count as flesh and blood..
oh.. the killing fields come in hearts not touched by love
as a practice
of liFe..
RaiSing a GarDen
oF HUman LoVe..:)

“Trust the unexpected.”

~~ Robert J. Kriegel ~~

Most AlWays easier fELt
wiTh
Love..:)

GiVinG
pays Love..:)

“A man that is young in years may be old in hours,
if he has lost no time.”

~~ Francis Bacon ~~

No time At
all iN
bliss..
no age
aT all in bliss..
alWays spRings as bliss..
dePending
on what
bliss
is
is..;)

“He has no hope who never had a fear.”

~~ William Cowper ~~

What is hope without fear..
hope..:)

“The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

FucK the rules..
the system..
have
fun..
Live..
and be free
navigating local..
state and federal laws..
maintaining
fun..
Live.. i for
one SinG DancE..:)

“Inquiry is fatal to certainty.”

~~ Will and Ariel Durant ~~

While i question..
i also lEArn
to FeeL and
SensE liFe
as 100 percent
trust with no fear
And all certainty foR noW @least..
As A power/force oF Faith as Love
isreal wiTh no words aT aLL
now required as inquiry..
some folks
name
this A
Force as
verb named God..
works for me@lEASt..
iS and Be and AM..:)

“I err, therefore I exist.”

~~ St. Augustine ~~

LiFe with no dARk
would totAlly
Suck with no LiGht..
no different really than a black hole of fun..
but of course
we are evolved
for intermittent
gratification thaT
inCludes A perfection in practice of both err and dARk..;)

“If better is possible, good is not enough.”

~~ Logical Bee ~~

i am what i am
i be more than i was..
i grow.. i spread as garden sAMe..
LiVinG more for now..
groWinG
GroWinG
sprOuTinG
wings of more..
not unlike a
Jonathan
Livingston
seagull human isreal..:)

“Drop the question what tomorrow may bring,
and count as profit every day that fate allows you.”

~~ Horace ~~

LiFe the giFt
the preSent
back
to
future once
AGaiN NoW..
Sentient Star Dust
plus rises and thrives..
alive and i ain’t driving 55..
56 is even better noW aS liGht..;)

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My Friend Greg from the Bowling Center
days of employment for close to two
decades shares another one of those
ego lifting Facebook tests that
suggests it can determine
IQ based on Facebook
posts..
so i get sandwiched
in between Da-Vinci and
Tesla at 205.. Da-Vinci coming
in at 200 and the equally enigmatic
Tesla rising up to 220.. keeping in mind
that Bill Gates and Bill Clinton are in the
155 to 160 range.. and seriouSly.. i no longer
pursue many of the parameters of what standard
IQ measures and quite frankly don’t give a crap for
Standard IQ as it is largely a measure of what it takes
to do good in school.. and become an overall success
as a cog of the machine that is currently this culture’s idea
of
material
success in terms
of how much STUFF now
you can cram in your two car garage
from Walmart or Target if you are more
high brow in Publix than Winn Dixie too.. hehe..
my idea of success is whirling freely like a Sufi
Dervish on the beach one with Nature and God
same with surf.. salt air.. Emerald Green waves
with horizons of sea and earth that never end
now.. does standard IQ measure that Heaven..
well of course it doesn’t ’cause that ain’t got
A God dam thing to do with Garage Stuff
and towers with your name labeled
on it and such as that..
this culture
is seriously
sick in the head
of Standard IQ stuff..
i pay as much for guaranteed
Government subsidized insurance
for my wife and i between the Department
of Defense DOD style and Social Security Disability
in Medicare style.. yes.. two insurances as one pays
for potential needed medications and one does not..
with no doughnut holes at all.. and actually plus 800
dollars a month is more than i made in an entire month
at three dollars and sixty-nine cents an hour at my first
job at the Military Bowling Center after graduating from three
degrees in College where staying at the top of the class including
11th rank out of 381 students in high school.. through a triple major
of college to passing out shoes at a Bowling Center as Health
Science.. Social Sciences Interdisciplinary and Anthropology
in BS.. BA.. BA style were only good for teaching as work..
and without good oral speaking skills in coherent style with
out extreme social anxiety in that more important social
emotional and physical intelligence deficiency not
measured at all in standard IQ or school.. at that
point.. ruled out a teacher job.. and made the
reality of passing out shoes and having
to learn the most three important
intelligences of physical/social/
emotional intelligence in
trial and error
fashion
at the UBC.. University
of Bowling Center for about two
Decades.. and perhaps one day
i’ll write a Novel about that experience
as it was much like a soap opera and
more hilarious with all the self-deprecating
shit that i went through to get my human degree
on the Autism Spectrum as such.. hmm.. yeah
it was worth it.. after four years i looked normal
enough on the outside and comfortable enough
on the inside to get married to the Katrina who
i met there that made all of what felt as humiliation
and gained humility well worth worth it of course still to
date after close to 27 years of marriage.. the greatest reward
of everlasting eternal teen age beauty still the wife Katrina and
greatest personal assistant i could ever imagine anyway as only
can be explained as both a miracle of God and 100% evidence
for the existence of a God all that is that is meaning and purpose
too once the
Ink Blot
makes
total feeling
and sensing sense..
whirling on the Beach
in deep white sand spiraling
around the Sun as a Jonathan Livingston
Seagull same.. wHeRe the means of life is the perfection
of fly as a practice with FUCK ALL THE CULTURAL STANDARD
IQ.. SO.. THIS is my response to finish
here noW in regard to my results as such…
Ha! well.. i guess 120K words or so a month..
says ‘something’.. anyway.. with that said..
November Intestinal bug dragging on with
more words of back-up in Macro-Verse
style to catch up.. as the Book of October
catches up to a New Testament of November..
and the after effects
and
affects
of that..
and by the way
like my psychiatrist
said there is no test for
me nor anyone else very
much like me either.. and
like KC and the Sunshine
band say now.. that’s the way
we like it both.. strange and somewhat
mysterious too.. with almost infinite potential
meanings
to metaphors
too.. if you haven’t figured
out life is one big ink blot test..
that you perceive and create
this way and that way and whatever
way
comes next..
more interesting of course
when one is not an actual
paid slave to this system.. that system..
or this one hEAR..
O
K or noT..;)

Faceboook Friend Rafiah
and Poet Blogger provides a nice
tribute to her Friend and Sisters on
her blog and i say in response then and now..

A wonderful tribute to your
Friend Momina and her Birthday
Rafiah.. very
sweet
and
kind as well..
and he if she is
really magic i would
like to meet her too..
as i like MaGiC too..:)

Hehe..
don’t kNow
wHeRe the
he came from..

*and if she is..:)

sMiLes.. mY
FriEnd Rafiah..
Love IS A best
word
and
no word at all..
some folks
see it as
A word
others make iT a Force oF liGht
in FeeLinG and GiVinG as God shARinG too..
for me aT leASt.. God works best thAT waY iN liGht..:)

And now i say.. after careful analysis of all the world’s problems..
the solution is Love fearlessly smArt in GiVinG ShaRinG way.. jobs are
increasingly changing over to an automation of machines over human and no
the answer is not cutting taxes so the richer can cut back more jobs through
automation and build more Towers with personal labels as such.. and no the answer
is not a socialist or what one might name communist way either.. as that takes away
the incentives to be all you can be without similar forced into molds of society.. we
already have a hybrid answer that works well in homogenous oriented Scandinavian countries
with a social net and free market that works for all.. and that is going to be much more difficult
to do in a society like our country that is still based in reality on separatist ethic of Church of
us vs them.. as the chosen few.. yeah.. the Church is the biggest seller of lowering taxes for the rich
as sure it is a social network for jobs the same.. and Trump just jumped on the back of that Camel hump
and road
it all the
way to victory
of the ignorance
of those who would
suffer the most if all
his pipe dreams were instituted
as gospel truth.. it’s more complicated
than that.. so much more complicated and if
he sticks with it for 4 years.. as he is already
what one can easily define as heart attack material now..
there won’t be much left but a label on a tower.. live and
learn or don’t.. it’s now reported that his wife said we have a great
life please don’t do this.. why.. why.. why.. etc.. and such as that..
well here’s
the thing
about the
Trump
hole
of soul
it is a much
much deeper pit
than his Trump Tower is tall..
there are somethings that can not
be bought particularly a soul in MiNd
and BoDy BaLanCe that is over flowing with
the force of faith and love the same in total positive
light away from the DArk that reigns in black hole souls..
He wouldn’t believe me.. no different than anyone else if i told
him that all the answers are as simple as balance without fear plus love..
as finding that after wiring a brain and body for Garage Stuff from Walmart..
can truly
be a Trump
Tower through
the needle of a hole
of hell so deep that
a miracle is crawling out now..
He keeps digging he keeps digging he keeps digging more..
i’ve
tasted
this hole
too and it smells
the same…..
hell
the
smell
of hell..
a hard scent
and taste to get
rid of once you’re tHeRe..
as the gull flies free one with sun..
hmm..
soon as
i get rid
of this
intestinal bug..
trip to the beach not
gonna happen to day.. noW..
as i sTiLL fly hiGh iNsiDe.. Now..:)

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“It is surely harmful to souls to make it
a heresy to believe what is proved.”

~~ Galileo Galilei ~~

Hmm.. reminds me of what
our mutual Muslim friend said
when i told her science proves that
the homosexual element of her society
IS A natural part of Nature and God one..

“Science can go to hell”..

And sure
one can bury and
cover up Lesbians
to the Chest in Iran
without a complaint so
they will not be able to cover
their eyes while being stoned to death..
Religion
is not
just
dangerous
it is still deadly
to all of God’s children
as Nature same.. like Nature
ain’t got an answer to balance now..
FucKinG
cultural/
religious
viruses.. ain’t got no ‘brain’..;)

And you and i were the only
two out of the crowd that
stood up to it and said
no CLEARLY..
yeah..
the
Atheist and PAN
theist-plUs.. hehe..;)

“The opposite of Galileo’s defense is also true;
surely it is harmful to souls to make it mandatory to believe what is unprovable.
History is a long litany of absolute proof of such harm.”

~~ gigoid, the dubious ~~

yep.. God
hates
God
don’t make sense..
unless God is hungry..;)

Calvin: “Do you believe our destinies are determined by the stars?”
Hobbes: “Nah.”
Calvin: “Oh, I do.”
Hobbes: “Really? How come?”
Calvin: “Life’s a lot more fun when you’re not responsible for your actions.”

~~ “Calvin and Hobbes,” Bill Watterson ~~

It’s worth noting..
the Dinosaurs might
still rule without a
big
meteor
and the Gulf of Mexico…
iT all comes out iN A explosion..:)

Every normal man must be tempted
at times to spit on his hands,
hoist that black flag,
and begin slitting throats.

– H.L. Mencken

Unless they
are a Bonobo..;)

If you wish to know
Why there are disasters
Of Armies and Weapons in the world
Listen to the piteous cries
From the slaughterhouse at midnight

~~ Old Chinese Saying ~~

Or modern
Video Games.. all bloody and such.. WiTH
Lots of repressed/oppressed Anger up in there..
(am i a REAL man or not..etc..)
just waiting
to
shoot.. first..;)

“The Meaning Of Life:
The reason that we’re all here is that
it was too crowded where we were supposed to go.”

~~ Steven Wright ~~

Considering that as science
shows humans are still not literally
evolved to live peacefully in villages of more
than about 150 to 200 sets of familiar similar eyes.. yes..
it seems
it’s too
crowded
here for
a place
that gets along
without laws.. judges..
prisons.. and such as that..
fences.. brick homes.. and climate
controlled prisons with screens too..
to get away from the reality of human imbalance too..;)

“Are you sure it isn’t time for another colorful metaphor?”

~~ Spock, “The Voyage Home,” stardate 8390 ~~

i remember that movie..
they finally developed a way
to speak to whales.. with equAlly
colorful whale
metaphors..:)

“Recorded history is largely an account of the
crimes and disasters committed by banal little
men at the levers of imperial machines.”

— Edward Abbey

As it continues
to
unfold
in real time now..;)

“All military type firearms are to be handed in immediately… The SS, SA and Stahlhelm give every respectable German man the opportunity of campaigning with them. Therefore anyone who does not belong to one of the above named organizations and who unjustifiably nevertheless keeps his weapon… must be regarded as an enemy of the national government.”

— SA Oberfuhrer of Bad Tolz, March, 1933

Or on the other
hand
turn in your brain..
and Love for fear..;)

“Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do ingloriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple: who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?”

— John Milton — Areopagitica

Don’t discount
A Force within..
darK
and
liGht..:)

Nature deficit disorder
equals
God Deficit disorder
same one
to
me two…:)

“Every day passes whether you participate or not.”

— Deng Ming-Dao

And When fully
eNgaged
noW
alWays bE..:)

“Freedom begins between the ears.”

— Edward Abbey

The Body
is the mind
when free and
unfettered by between
the ears..
at least
for me..
stuck up tHeRe
for so many years..;)

“Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls,
and waste them with vexatious cares.”

— Plutarch — Of the Training of Children

Yup.. like
Walmart
Garbage
Garages
and
Trump Towers..;)

“It is far more impressive when others discover
your good qualities without your help.”

— Miss Manners (Judith Martin)

*Hi fives friend after
stoning a Lesbian
in Iran..
laughing
all the
way at the courage
of his friend while she
screams.. buried to her chest..
not able to cover her eyes.. at all…

it depends.. sTiLL now
on the culture/religion alWays..
what is or not impressive or good..
disgusting
or sweet
now in
devil eYes
wide open..
or closed to heARt…
bottom lines.. culture/religion
has no limits of disgusting..
with
some
nicer
attributes too..
in potential @leaSt..:)

“The truth is always the strongest argument.”

— Sophocles — Phaedra, Frag. 737

Or “science can go to hell”.

“As long as you live, keep learning how to live.”

— Seneca

Hope of those
who suffer and
die at the hands of ignorance…

“The soul is healed by being with children.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevski

The best thing about millennials
who DO NOT attend church..
they are very
much
like
the Good Cop Jesus
in tolerating differences
and accepting those folks..
and sure.. some of ’em aren’t too
thrilled about keeping one job.. and truth
be told
the
Good Cop
archetype of
Jesus was just
another hobo
with a hand
give for love
and a hand out
for help the human way
without cities.. and churches
and Trump such as that.. more.. in living
Tower
hell homes..;)

“You’re never too old to become younger.”

— Mae West

And even stronger
too.. with the real power
of epigenetics.. neuroplasticity
and the power of suggestion in placebo..
affect and effect in total fearless smArt love way..
as IsReAL Force faith..
in other
words
all in
positive liGht
with or without words of more..
Yeah.. and when folks tale me
that’s just idealism Fred with no
empirical results.. i’ve got
’em..
and whip
out a smart
phone with
all the evidence in plain view..
and they just leave with a what the fuck look..
anyway..
the evidence
says
don’t
just
trust books.. oF old
or even science alone..;)

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https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/11/19/dark-and-light-circles-of-life/

WeLL.. goodness.. or forced
rest as it might be called
in relative way
of what miGht
be rest in my liFe..
too much intestinal bug
to dance in public.. some sand
and sun dance as such.. and existence
spent behind a screen in the Mechanical cognition
of backing up text and links.. one step.. two step three..
even a computer programmed
like i used to be
can make
that
a breeze..
and reAlly.. it’s quite
amazing with the help
of technology one person
can publish the size of a book
in three places of back-ups and secondary
links to fully illustrated versions on line in a
matter of a couple of hours or so.. not in the wildest
imagination.. even back in the last pARt of last century
of course.. before the robot of technology comes to the
assistant
of doing
more more more
faster and more efficient
as in some ways we all become
the 6 million dollar dudes and dudettes..
eTc.. in tranhumanistic technological assisted way..
yep.. two Macro Verses backed up to three Facebook
pages yesterday and three today.. in what makes over the
size of two books in two days.. wHeRe all it takes is one step two
step three step more to get the job done in monotony mechanical cognition
stagnation with almost no creativity too.. productivity.. yes.. creativity little little
and more less.. i don’t enjoy it as it’s actually work to me and not fun.. as creativity
is always fun to me.. even when it comes iN dARk as all becomes more meaning
and purpose when emoTioNs and SeNSEs are touched accordingly from head to toe..
out of the
space of
robot only
thinking between
the ears.. yes.. you know
and feel the Kundalini Serpent..
perhaps.. the Vagal nerve that goes from
Brain to gut.. and spreads out neurochemistry
of daRk and liGht and the ‘tween of that iN sHades
oF grey as that dampens down to bLack hole numb
and on the polar end of beYond rainbow emoTioN colors
and senses.. a place that MuSiC and DancE as SonG ofTen
takes me too..
as iMAginaTioN
and creATiVity SinGS
and DancEs as noW goeS oN
LiGht and BriGht iN positive way..
hmm.. anyWay.. Facebook friend Rafiah
shares a status about finding a certain satisfaction
in watching harrowing negative spirit movies and i say..
Emotion is Life..:)
Spirit is Emotion..:)
And now i say..
we must feel..
whatever it takes..
humanity demands that when human..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/19/child-creates-god-again/

And now i share a rather short MacroVerse memory
as supplied by the Facebook Algorithm helper from
two years ago.. named.. “Child Creates GOD Again”..
worth quoting verbatim iN
my estimation at leASt noW..
and considering all stuff news.. timely too..;)

Religion historically..

has been used to control human populations

to live in much larger societies that they are evolved for…

Religion historically has been used

one and same with politics

for this same aim

to control large herds of humans…

Controls used are oppression

and repression of human nature..

particularly reproductive freedoms

and subjugation of the herd

through illusory fears for materialistic gains…

In this way in the past

religion has served this purpose well

to control populations

when subsistence was hard to maintain for the masses..

particularly to exclude the potential for anarchy among the masses…

Religion continues to serve this purpose among the masses

where the social welfare state is not strong..

and there are few safety nets

when subsistence can no longer be gained…

All the great philosophers who went out on their own..

and escaped these language and culture centric ideas of religion..

went OUT ON similar paths to awakening and enlightenment

escaping the illusions of a culture and religion

designed for a way of life in concentrated population

that humans are simply not evolved to do…

One tale IS THAT of a philosopher known as Jesus

who went out into the desert

and found the GOD of Mother Nature True there.

One tale of a philosopher known as Buddha

renounced his riches

and wandered the country side

eventually ending up under a tree

and found the GOD of Mother Nature True there..

careful not to name GOD so GOD would not be idolized

and instead sought within

for A true path of enlightenment and awakening

back into human intuitive and instinctual

God given ways of ‘KNOWING’ AKA FAITH

AND TRUST IN MOTHER NATURE TRUE

TO GUIDE ONE THROUGH

THE DARKNESS and LIGHT OF LIFE…

AND THERE ARE MANY MORE PHILOSOPHERS

INCLUDING Friedrich Nietzsche

who did serious research into the faults

and limitations of modern religions

as expressed now..

and came to agreement

with the tales of Buddha and Jesus

that GOD lives within us ONE AND SAME…

AND WE ARE CONNECTED

IN AN INTERDEPENDENT RELATIONSHIP

OF ALL THAT IS AKA MOTHER NATURE TRUE AKA GOD TOO…

THE MOST AMAZING AND HEART WARMING ‘THING’ IS..

NONE OF THESE WORDS ARE NECESSARY

OR THE WORDS OF ANY PHILOSOPHERS

OR EVEN SCIENTISTS

LIKE EINSTEIN AND CARL SAGAN

AS WE AS HUMAN BEINGS ARE BORN

WITH THE INSTINCT AND INTUITION

TO FEEL THE TRUTH OF GOD

WITH ABSOLUTELY NO WORDS…

The problem is as science now shows.. is..

when one LIVES IN THE MIND PATH

OF MECHANICAL COGNITION AND FACTS ONLY..

THE FEELING EMPATHIC

GOD CONNECTING

PER MOTHER NATURE TRUE PART OF THE MIND

WITHERS AWAY TO THE POINT

WHERE IN EFFECT AND AFFECT

NEITHER LOVE OR GOD EXISTS

IN AN ILLUSORY REALITY

FOR THOSE WHO LIVE IN THIS HELL

OF DEAD HEART AND SOUL ILLUSION

OF A WHOLE PART OF THE BRAIN

THAT HAS GONE QUIET

AND FOR ALL

PRACTICAL INTENTS AND PURPOSES

IS DEAD…

YES.. AS SCIENCE SHOWS

there is a feeling.. loving..

empathic part of the brain

that SEES JOY AND BEAUTY

IN ALL LIVING THINGS

INTERDEPENDENTLY CONNECTED AS ONE..

IN OTHER WORDS GOD..

AND YES THE SAME GOD

THAT CARL SAGAN.. EINSTEIN..

AND TALES OF BUDDHA AND JESUS DO TELL…

BUT TO ONLY HEAR THE WORDS

HOWEVER UNADULTERATED

BY THOSE FOLKS WHO USE

RELIGION FOR CONTROL

INSTEAD OF ENLIGHTENMENT

OR AWAKENING OF THE HUMAN BEING

BEFORE HUMANS FALL TO A LIFE

SPENT AS ROBOT INSTEAD

OF CONNECTING LIVING THING

WITH THE REST OF MOTHER NATURE TRUE

AKA GOD TOO.. WITHOUT

actually FEELING

THE INTERCONNECTING FORCE

OF ALL THAT IS AKA GOD..

IS TO NOT HAVE GOD IN ONE’S LIFE..

IN A PERCEPTIBLE WAY OF TRUTH

IN REALITY AS IS…

‘FIRST woman is LOVE..

And then man creates Atheist..

Then CHILD CREATES GOD AGAIN’…

And No..

it shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why AND HOW.. but…

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https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/11/19/dark-and-light-circles-of-life/

“Dark and Light Circles of Life”..
Just a link here as typically posts grew this year
10 times as big in 2015 than 2014.. and the rest of
the story here of course.. up to three times or so as 2015.. in 2016..
as the Nautilus shell of creativity in golden spiral ways continues to branch
out as existence ‘normally’ does when free and beyond the limitations and expectations
of mechanical
cognition of
rule strong
life.. yes.. the
one step.. two step..
three step ways.. and even
five or six of scientific method
of measuring all
in empirical
way
too..
hmm.. it juSt
flowS iN ZonE wHeRE
iMaGInatIOn iN lucid waKing
dreaMs come to fruition in the neXt
dance step or song word soon.. it goes oN
Free as liFE WiLL do when God Lives within as happiness true..:)

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Living beyond rainbow tops.. mountains
sing and dance colors unseen..
Sinking below
bowels
of
hell..
Depression
at dARkest
can no longer
cry
for
crumbs
of life…
Life..
paintings many
paintings few
paintings more
paintings none..
it’s safe to say and feel
and not feel at all my friend.. i’ve been to all these
places.. and at line one it makes the other places more difficult to see..
until fortune of illness comes.. like an intestinal bug of the last few days..
a glimmer of dark.. a remembrance of hell.. so far.. so far away.. yet real in them
days.. all 66 months.. at 47 thru 53.. a year or so not nearly as bad in college days..
and stints
of mania
uncontrolled
where one can only
scream as every cell is lit
up to the extreme.. where the sun is night…
Dante is correct.. and so are the other ‘religious
figures’.. who note hell and heaven and places
of purgatory ‘tween.. there are many
levels now from negative
50 minus to positive 50 plus
as above so below.. but surely
only those who have gone tHeRe
and come back
can relate
to either
place
as real
as only
angels
who are devils angels now..
unfeel hell and feel heaven..
same my friend.. it’s nice now
to have wings.. with levers of balance
float.. and for some minds and bodies it takes
almost a life-time for Frankensteins to get all the
places and parts toGEthER in one liFE noW iN sAil in synch..
yes.. my friend.. it’s safe to say.. i’ve seen both sides now.. i wish i had
a formula for all
as happiness
that would stay
better than any quick
fix of drug or faux magic…
i find one for me in imagination
and creativity in SonG and DancE..
and it is never free and always exploration
to the next
liGht of
day
noW
iN a
practice of
LIFe as liGht.. sTiLL
continuing away Now from
dArkness.. my friEnd.. now when
folks ask.. why do you do so much..
if only they knew.. if only they knew..
if only they felt and unfelt life as death..
the
price
of hell..
i hope not..
i hope not..
as i continue the escape..
and destination as liGht..:)

Other than that
light to you.. thefeatheredsleep
Candice.. in whatever way liGht comes now..:)

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“Joys divided are increased.”

Eggs
in one
basket
more
likely to all fall..
or
fAil..:)

“I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.”

~~ Antoine de Saint Exupery ~~

i feel but one freedom
and this is a freedom of body
then the
mind
escaped
prisons
‘tween
ears oF oLd..;)

“Forget about likes and dislikes.
They are of no consequence.
Just do what must be done.
This may not be happiness, but it is greatness.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

nah.. fuck
greatness..
i’LL take happiness
any now over empty trumpness..;)

Creation is a mighty joke,
but the laugh is at my own expense.”

~~ Meher Baba ~~

No escaping Nature..
but
sure.. giggle..
Y
not..
as Nature giggles..:)

Everything in excess!
To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites.
Moderation is for monks.”

~~ Lazarus Long ~~

Balance..
what goes
up now
too high
comes
down..
too
low.. then..
generAlly
speAking oN course..
enjoy low and high…:)

“Where principle is involved,
be deaf to expediency.”

~~ James Webb ~~

Slow burn of liGht lives..
Slow burn of dArk dies..:)

“Failure to understand reality
is not reality’s fault.”

~~ Bill Henneman ~~

Reality
is fault
Reality
is success..
Reality
is…
reality
dark or light
action and consequence
positive or negative..
Fault
is
Reality..
only humans fail on Earth
with words beyond reality..;)

“TO DO IS TO BE”

~~ Socrates ~~

Life is verb

“TO BE IS TO DO”

~~ Sartre ~~

Verb is life

“DO BE DO BE DO”

~~ Sinatra ~~

Verb IS God

” …and remember you’re a Man, not just god,
and for you there aren’t and never will be
any easy answers, only questions,
and no reasons, only causes,
and no meaning, only intelligence,
and no destination
and no kindly magic smiling down from above,
and no fires to goad you from below,
only Yourself and the Universe
and what you make out of the interface between the two equals.”

~~ Keith Laumer, “Night of Delusions” ~~

And then..
god thought..
created
words
and
got lost…
in pARts..
named humans..;)

FucK word th0ughts
be
God AM..:)

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Luke 25:35-43.. one of my favorite written
scriptures of the New Testament no matter
who wrote it.. as modern biblical scholars most
assuredly say it was no actual Apostle of Jesus and
and at most a Greek Translation of what was passed
around a round table of illiterate Aramaic speaking Christians in desert land wander
sects for 40 years.. where the literate Greeks chose which sect teachings they
liked and which they did not like.. ranging from some sects that suggested
12 Gods exist to the monotheism of 1 to what eventually was re-arranged
in the Nicene Council to three in one of Father.. Jesus.. and Holy Spirit
same as one God.. and of course promoting a humble Yogi-like dude
who was plenty zealous too from many reports.. last is first.. meek
inherits the earth to Soldier Sun God and King of the Universe too..
now that’s a helluva promotion considering what David got
in the words of Old Testament in whomever wrote that
story in what stands in hand written copied scribed
pages of the ages of centuries with what biblical
scholars suggest is a total of somewhere
around three to four hundred thousand
mistakes.. some.. simply innocent
as of course happens when
written stuff is copied by
hand and others
intentionally
changed it to fit the
deeper sentiments
of whatever now and day
came and comes next for those
in control of the mighty scribe pen all
and different in countless numbers of scribes
that kept the pages coming different over centuries
before a English Bound and printed copy came around
the 15th Century.. anyWay.. it’s the trUth and liGht that counts
no matter who wrote it.. and if you don’t think myth and hyperbole
works well with the so-called ignorant masses.. one need look no further
than the recent political election in a country where folks are even mostly
literate today.. with 12 years or so of education.. supposedly to greater allow
the ability for critical thinking too.. hmm.. the elite of the days are the ones who
wrote the bible.. not the Jesus.. not the Trump fans then.. yes.. the elite.. priests
and politicians and poets same.. the high brow as it were and still is.. and they
do provide some great lessons among the dark ones for the political brew
of church and state same of expanding the Holy Roman Empire and
church with newly crowned King of the Universe three in one
God in 325 AD or so in that Nicene Council.. that perhaps
as biblical scholars say could even come as 18% of the
whomever wrote the books by then and now.. in
New Testament way.. and more likely less of
what was written way way back then..
revised by the elite and high brow
centuries and centuries after
that and of course the easiest
thing for the ignorant to say is
i believe what ever the book says no
matter what happened yesterday as blind
believe equals faith no matter truth and light
or not.. well.. my friends.. textbook definition of
ignorance.. and trust in ignorance.. with bits and
pieces of truth and light that some how arrive still today
among all the hyperbole and myth now.. and as always the
lesson here is.. those who have walked in dark are more likely
to understand dark than those who have not.. yes.. more likely to
forgive on the bottom line of the story when the story book comes to end..
and reap the current paradise of love in doing that with a heARt that lives
over ignorance of know it all scribes that say if you break our rules you die..
you die.. you suffer die.. and are even tortured too.. as they do in countries
of so-called God still today for those who refuse to reign under the rule
of ignorance still.. as already illustrated well enough in this current
blog post today.. well.. moral of the church story in real life example
today is the new nice priest who does a very good job overall to
me failed miserably by the word of his own words today as
he said.. it is the end of the story.. the destination that is
important.. not the journey there.. yeah wRite.. sure..
like all of life experience doesn’t make now what
it is.. and in his ending words as he was lauding
the longevity of congregation marriages
as the audience claps for folks
who have married the longest
in anniversary way for
achievement of
sticking together
the priest ends with
no consideration at all
for the homosexual youth in
the congregation that science shows
is in any general audience to the tune of
4 percent or so around the world still today
at least.. and says this shows that marriage is
sacred between a man and a woman.. to get this
jab on the folks who are no less or no more important
than he in a Creator’s own land where God makes people
of all different colors of bio and neuro-diversity including those
with different sexual orientations too.. both in ways of innate and
environmental pressures in epigenetic and neuroplastic ways too..
and names himself God with the rest of the church and passes judgment
on their potential life long marriage in something less than scared as his
sacredness and the other folks who follow the ignorance of his rule and
church rule same.. or less.. or less.. sacred that what he and others are
in the congregation now.. you see.. he is still living in a land of Leviticus
paraphrased and changed by scribes countless times since 3500 years
or so again.. and not unlike the Pope and others in the Catholic
Church that admit Evolution is a real deal and God don’t have
to do magic tricks to be real now.. they haven’t crossed
the other barriers of ignorance for the original real
definition of apocalypse in Greek way of
lifting the veils of ignorance still today..
gentile.. jew.. servant or free.. woman
or man no more.. now there’s a
another favorite of mine..
a lesson of the sages
of the ages and the
good old U.S. oF A..
Declaration of Independence
of the inalienable rights to life.. liberty
and the pursuit of happiness for ALL HUMAN
BEINGS NOW.. no.. not just folks in pretty colored
golden robes.. with golden chalices.. in a big temple dome..
the sand of earth
the water
of life
that is
all of God’s
creation including
peoples all now too..
leave anyone out.. and
trust me.. you’ll never fully..
come close to fully living in the
Paradise at hand now Jesus was
speaking of in that parable of the
cross whomever wrote that story to
deliver that message and help deliver
this one and many more now.. it’s just
FucKinG common sense for those with any
FucKinG semblance of empathy and compassion
for their fellow human beings past church and state now..
the Declaration of Independence makes sense.. and feel oF
TruTh and liGht now.. and it took a FucKinG Constitutional
Lawer as African American President to finally put the core of
the good cop
Jesus rule
of Golden
without chalices
robes and temple domes
into law.. so the ignorant now
no longer rule the trUth and liGht now..
for now at least.. as long as trUth and liGht rules.. Free..
iN the U.S. oF A..
Good Cop Jesus
style
2..;)

Well.. since the intestinal bug started on Thursday night.. definitely
it has put a cramp on my public dance since that dance night then..
but still with no throwing up.. space for dance at least on
Sunday to the tune of local stores in Katrina’s
Thanks Giving store prep soon for the gala
Family of both sides Turkey.. eTc.. event..
for 10 miles or so today.. albeit quite a bit
dehydrated as my 230LBS is stretched out
somewhat thinner looking on a November cooler
iN SuN DaY Azure skies today.. and oh Lord.. i’ve
slept more in the last few days out of pure weakness
from not holding much in.. probably since i was sick years
ago and sleep was the only escape from daily hell of pain then..
where any escape from life was more like heaven then.. than hell of
real wide
awake flesh
and blood life.. but
hehe.. even sun and sand
dance came a little after a regular
workout on Friday of still leg pressing
1020 lbs 33 times then.. with a little more
kicking up dry sand dust in the yard on Saturday too..
as seriouSly..
once you’ve really
been to hell for 66 months..
an intestinal bug with a little more
rest is enough for ya to wanna wake up
and sprint across the field to church on Sunday
morning bright life
still now..
as rest from
exercise totally
in one day is something
i rarely ever do.. not even when
i could not sleep for 40 days back in 2008..
except for one hour of cardboard shallow sleep
with the aid of an alpha blocker for one hour each night
for the first 35 of 40 and none the last 5 of 40.. i literally
crawled my way into my home work-out room then and did
something anything of a dream to take my existence out of
coarse iron pain then.. and i still haven’t mustered up what it takes
to get that room back in shape for another work-out again.. as those
were walls of hell.. were walls of hell.. on earth plane then.. one day i
will when
there is nothing
else to do.. but in
heaven until the day
i actually need to workout
in tHeRE.. hell can stay on hold
and heaven will never wait for now iSREaL..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/20/skeyes-of-faith/

Skeyes of Faith

Short poetic Micro Expression on the term
Faith that wRiTE oN course has recently
been expanded from 2014 to date to a much
large Macro
Verse in
October
2016 too..
but hey.. you
know what some
say about brevity and wit..;)

Moving without Knowing IS Faith

Faith IS knowing without Moving

Faith IS Knowing

Knowing IS Faith

Faith IS NOT Knowledge

Knowledge NOT IS Faith

FAITH IS INCLUSIVE OF EXPERIENCE

EXPERIENCE OF INCLUSIVE IS FAITH

FAITH IS INCLUSIVE AND NOT EXCLUSIVE

EXCLUSIVE NOT AND INCLUSIVE IS FAITH

FAITH IS TRUST

TRUST IS FAITH

TRUST IS TRUTH

TRUTH IS TRUST

GOD IS TRUTH

TRUTH IS GOD

LOVE
IS
TRUST
TRUST
IS
LOVE

LOVE

IS GOD

GOD IS

LOVE

PATH TO GOD IS FAITH

FAITH IS GOD TO PATH

FAITH IS EMOTION NEVER WORD ALONE

ALONE WORD NEVER EMOTION IS FAITH

FAITH IS NEVER ALONE

ALONE NEVER IS FAITH.

ALLONE GREATEST GIFT GRACE OF FAITH IS NEVER ALONE INSTEAD ALLONE
ALLONE INSTEAD ALONE NEVER IS FAITH OF GRACE GIFT GREATEST ALLONE

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https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/20/uni-versal-soul-of-creativity/

UNI-versal Soul of Creativity

As i document my recovery
from a similar intestinal
bug that included upper intestinal
problems too.. from two years ago..
including a clip of words from this
short Macro Verse as provided in Facebook
Algorithm
free
secretary
assistant as such..;)

Truly..

the ones who create

leave a part of their soul behind..

whether it is word..

or song..

or paint of offspring..

or light of night shade..

gone dark..

magically to appear again.. with a twist of left or right…..

So yes.. i told my wife..

that table over there is part of someone’s soul and no..

not just the person who designed IT..

but the person who fastened the wooden leg bolt and was it me or you who did it..

i do not know.. so our souls are all mixed together in all we do and see..:)

And this entire current
Macro-Verse number 722 is
is due for likely
publish
on Monday
morning along
with some more
catch-up of two
Macro-Verses for back
up text only on three Facebook
pages too.. no title yet.. i suppose
i’ll sleep on it and see what comes when
iT is
all
baked
like
“Fried and Forgiven Turkeys”..;)

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Another much longer night of
sleep.. still recovering from Nature’s
equalizers of illness that tell human clearly
we are no
better
than
the dirt
and dust
we come from
as Earth whole
where the smallest of
creatures who invade our
bodies can bring us almost
to a standstill.. but hehe.. not
quiet with me yet as i Dance and Sing
on through a little fog
and tardy
of that..
hmm..
“Fried and Forgiven Turkeys”
as a ThanksGiving Prequel to what
will be the 6th year birthday of my existence
online measuring somewhere around 12 million
words of footprints and hand prints digitally large
in number
of key
strokes
as each
finger creates
another letter with
words combining those
letters into pages into novels
and books and new testaments
same oF old ideas and new ideas
too of awakening and enlightening
and all the other bullshit that makes
life what
it is
what it
is all that is
as we mini-me’s of
God Dance and SinG
On.. not really that much
different than the rest
of Uni-Verse plus
except
we humans
are currently getting
way way out of balance
as Fried Turkeys can do when
arriving more than well done at burnt..
and that reminds me of my last visit to a Southern
Baptist Farm where one of the nice overall men responded
to my wife’s hesitancy to prepare a Turkey from raw yet for
that tradition that most women accomplish by 40 or so.. as the
other matriarchs in a family almost soley female on both sides
continue to supply without any Katrina labor
on cooking the big T birds except
for one year where she
carefully
warmed
a pre-cooked
bird to perfection
by the instructions on
the package then.. anyway.. he
said words to the effect of.. wouldn’t
it be horrible if the ‘tree huggers’ made it
a conservation effort to save turkeys on Thanks Giving
day as ‘the book’ says WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DOMINATE
NATURE AS HE GOES BY ‘THAT BOOK’.. strictly.. even though
most of these people wouldn’t pay two sheets of paper to the wind if
someone in the desert ‘over there’.. instructed anyone to do something now..
as i look outside my window in what has been a night close to freezing in North
Florida Panhandle way.. colors from green to red are still prevalent along with
close to sugary white sandy loam earth.. very dry in drought style too..
Nature.. is overall friendly here in obvious lush abundance..
a drought spells a natural animal and human same
aversion in innate instinctual and intuitive
way toward a life giving moisture
of drink for life
for all
in abundance
way.. no matter if
the Walmart filled aisles
of groceries say nay to that
in all one can eat sugars and fats..
however.. if one living in a Flower State like
Florida can imagine living in a desert with very
little colorful life-giving resources.. a combative ideology
against Nature is not hard to imagine.. whereas the American
Indians found abundance in creeks filled with fish in drinking water
clean style.. as well as herds of bison as far as the eye can see
for more lasting sources of protein and fat too..
a place of foraging where starvation
wasn’t an every day
concern
in desert
areas where
fertility is a wish
on a nile flood and
such as that.. in fertile
crescent pockets here and
there.. anyway.. some folks had
the nomad gene and left those places
for better horizons And destroying abundance
with this idea of dominating and raping the earth
in places of abundance is a very dangerous and sick
ideology still now in other places where it comes down
to trees and breathing and rudimentary living actions like that..
the real turkeys are the ones who make heaven somewhere else
but the abundance of what is here for those brave enough and resourceful
enough to find the heaven spots on earth and settle there in balance instead
of continuing to
rape that
abundance
that balances
with God and
Nature same..
as uS.. here’s the
deal.. those who are
meek enough and last
enough to put the rest of
Nature and God the same
on a pedestal of respect live..
And those Turkeys who are humans
now who refuse are gonna eventually
get fried with or without a deep fat cooker
or not.. can Fried Turkeys be forgiven.. sure
they can.. when the meek inherit the earth in balance
as they’ve done so far to date.. without going extinct
by hands
now that
attempt
to foolishly
dominate the earth
as the real Turkeys now..
Truth be told.. the ET does not live above
alone.. the alien lives separated out of balance
with life giving earth as home with God as Nature
giver father and mother same as parents of us all..
helping people find their way home truly does mean stripping
off the dArk clothes now of culture and getting back in balance with the Earth Free..
that gives us all Heaven.. Purgatory.. and Hell.. as God same does in Sunshiny LiGht
beYond rainbow colors and sHades of cloudy grey that can become beautiful sunsets too..
along with the DaRk pits of scarcity that include humans without warm emotional lives and
ones who lack integration in senses one with nature same one with God all now as
Seagulls
Golden
Spiral
around
Sun
on
beaches
of naked abundance too..
we can help each other find
the way back home or not.. as
sure.. God is an Equal Opportunity
Employer In nature in all stuff action
and consequence from dARk to liGht..
our relative free wills used as creator toGeTher
vs.. Destroyer will determine if we become more
cosmic dancers in balance than destructors of the bread and water of life..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/11/20/alien-of-creativity/

Alien of Creativity

And finAlly a share of a Macro-Verse
Memory from a year ago that certainly
moves in synchronicity of what i am saying
here as i continue to do my little pArt of reaching
out into a world of different and same.. where seriously
life doesn’t have to be nearly as complicated as it is now..
if we take less than we give and share and give more to each
otHer as Love away from fears and smArter in both reason and
art away from ignorance into a new Apocalypse that truly does meet
the original Greek definition of lifting the veils of ignorance.. but here’s the
thing.. we all view our Uni-Verses in Multi-Verse way differently at least slightly
than each other and while i look out my window and see colors of abundance all
other see is sHades of grey to stark bLack of hopelessness now in environments
of scarcity to starvation to bloody wars on soils.. and rape of scarcity as abundance same..
where suffering and misery in imbalance is the rule over balance and bliss as life can be in
Heaven now..
can i blame anyone
for being discontented
in purgatory and hell now..
well of course not.. already been
there and done them places where the
shell of beauty in Flower state was lost to
me invisible with no comfort at all then to soothe
a soul as it does in abundance of heaven now.. the
Kingdom of God and Heaven same lives within no matter
what the environment is of beauty outside and skin deep same..
and sure
the other
place
too..
of daRkest
niGhts of soul yet too..
there’s a way uP out of the
dArkest pits that for sure i can
say/feel for me at least as last and meek
strong and Fearless full of Positive Love
now
sick
or not
i live i thrive
with the Kingdom
of God and Heaven
within.. inside.. wild and
free.. smARt iSREaL.. no
longer alien.. A pArt of God
and Nature
i feel as
fill sAMe and
different more..:)

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“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.”
~~ Buddha ~~

Ugh.. problem
with humans
and words
they tend
more to forget
what they are
and who they are more now..
in so much more than words of thOught..
words becoMe idols liFe bEcomes less overALL..ugh..
even
missing A..;)

ThOughts are guideposts
to so
much
more without thoughtS aT aLL..:)

We are the UniVerse
apArt
alike
multi-
UniVerse
inDeed and thOught
and more importantly
sensing and feeling
to care
and
laugh
in joy and bliss
or
not..
sad sad humans
without more than
words and thoughts..
sad sad
UniVerse
sAMe and different as pARt..;)

“Who needs astrology?
The wise man gets by on fortune cookies.”

— Edward Abbey

So let it be written as light
more likely actinG as liGht..:)

“I drank WHAT???????”

— Socrates (470?-399 B.C.)

with due
caution..;)

“Ants are so much like human beings as to be an embarrassment…
They do everything but watch television.”

— Lewis Thomas

A routine that builds the same
Side walks that travel insane..;)

“I have lived in this world just long enough to look
carefully the second time into things that I am most certain of the first time.”

— Josh Billings

Age
makes distance
beauty..
over
ignorance
when traveled
more than one path..:)

“By definition, when you are investigating the unknown,
you do not know what you will find.”

— The Ultimate Principle

Books that know everything
can be even more than deadly..:)

” The difference between a politician and a snail
is that a snail leaves its slime behind.”

— Gerrold’s Pronouncement

Wherever there
is contingency
there
is
politics
all is life slime
and sublime..;)

“One of the most striking differences between
a cat and a lie is that the cat has only nine lives.”

— Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson

Lie IS A
first
sign
of human relative free will..
and cognitive empathy same..
for folks who lie in consideration of not hurting
the feelings of others..
after that
it gets
rather
convoluted
oF/oN course…;)

Mad, adj.: Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence …

— Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

lie of
same
mad..;)

“The forces of evil can marshal even more support
than the forces of good, especially when pizza is served.”

— unknown

says
extra cheese..;)

Okay, so, I can’t count…. I’m happy, so it all balances out, right?
Right…. Onward, before they have a chance to catch up….

Multi-cultural
any
thing
goes
few on same
page any
thing
goes
sings choir with no pages..
except for trump bound together..;)

“It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.”

— Terence (185-159 BC) — Act iv, Sc. 7, 19, (789.)

And now there’s Twitter bullets..;)

And
buttons…

“What is done with joy is always better done.”

— H. L. Mencken

And sure..
Twitter laughs..
Y
not..;)

“After silence that which comes nearest to
expressing the inexpressible is music.”

— Aldous Huxley

Extension of vocal chords as strings..
Heart Beats as drums
And winded instruments as throat..
wind alone..
and pine needle leaves
beatS it all
for me..
iN
cOld
front
Breeze..:)

“I agree with the realistic Irishman who said
he preferred to prophesy after the event.”

— G. K. Chesterton, ILN, 10/7/16

Yes.. sigNature
oF A
sun
comes
first..;)

“Nobody does good to man with impunity.”

— Auguste Rodin (1840-1917)

Nature with
strings
attached..;)

“Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.”

— Nietzsche, “Thus Spake Zarathustra”

Impulse to punish
more
likely butt hurt in ‘military school’..;)

“And furthermore, my bowling average is unimpeachable!!!”

— Zippy the Pinhead

idol
averages..;)

i saved
this one
for last and first..;)

Children’s Party

May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?
I wish to retire till the party’s over.
Since three o’clock I’ve done my best
To entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I’ve left behind me,
And if they want me, let them find me.
I blew their bubbles, I sailed their boats,
I kept them from each other’s throats. I told them tales of magic lands,
I took them out to wash their hands.
I sorted their rubbers and tied their laces,
I wiped their noses and dried their faces. Of similarities there’s lots
Twixt tiny tots and Hottentots.
I’ve earned repose to heal the ravages
Of these angelic-looking savages. Oh, progeny playing by itself
Is a lonely little elf,
But progeny in roistering batches
Would drive St. Francis from here to Natchez. Shunned are the games a parent proposes,
They prefer to squirt each other with hoses,
Their playmates are their natural foemen
And they like to poke each other’s abdomen. Their joy needs another woe’s to cushion it,
Say a puddle, and someone littler to push in it.
They observe with glee the ballistic results
Of ice cream with spoons for catapults, And inform the assembly with tears and glares
That everyone’s presents are better than theirs.
Oh, little women and little men,
Someday I hope to love you again, But not till after the party’s over,
So give me the key to the doghouse, Rover

~~ Ogden Nash ~~

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2016/11/rock-on-now-in-love-free-verse-nude.html

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BeforE and After NovEL pARTy

BeforE and After NovEL pARTy
Introductory post to Free Novels

GodsUniVerseNovel

GodsUniVerseNovel
41K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2016/02/09/godsuniversenovel2/

GodsUniVerseNovel2
51K words
Free Verse Poetry Novel

https://katiemiafrederick.com/2016/04/28/godsuniversenovel3/

GodsUniVerseNovel3
338,630 words
Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
Approximately 3000+ printed pages…
With Hundreds of Beautiful Beach Photos..:)

https://katiemiafrederick.com

KATiE MiA FredericK!iI
3.3 Million plus words
Super Epic Free Verse Poetry Novel
AKA
SonG oF mY SoUL..:)
Approximately 30,000+ printed pages…
just ’cause
i caN
buiLd iT..
FoR Free..:)

CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs

And yeS.. FinAlly..
CrediTs FiELd oF DreAMs..
A Thanks YoU oF sORts..
NoW..:)

Love iS
ALLTHaTis..:)

GRains oF SaNd
hOld mounTain
LoVe NoW..:)

GodsUniVerse 42 HiTchHiKinG

GodsUniVerse 42 HiTchHiKinG
Hmm.. more and less..
A Meaning oF liFe..

After Book oF Fred

After Book of Fred
And Purpose
of course too..
@lEast
for mE..:)

6000 Miles of DANCE WALKING! NOW!

6000 Miles of DANCE WALKING! NOW!
Documenting this Public Feat oF Feet in 3 years..:)

After Dance oF Fred

After Dance oF Fred
NeverEverLand DoN’T
Stop DanCinG noW..:)

Book oF Ten Sixteen..

9 Macro Verses from
October 2016.. totaling
141,244 words.. all liNked
from that Month like A Great PumPkin..;)

New Testament oF ELeVen iN HeaVen ‘SiXteen

New TesTament HeaVeN iN ELeVeN ‘SiXteen

Total of 12 MacroVerses with
final chapter of this New Personal
Testament named as such.. 181,221 words..
as streAMs.. RiVers… OceaN wHOle wAves SinG oN.. FReED..:)

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17 Responses to Fried Forgiving Turkeys

  1. 12 Million Thanks Giving words
    since Thanks Giving day of
    6 years old since
    web birth in
    2010..
    less
    and
    surely
    more of all
    the places those
    words still exisT oN line..
    and other places too.. in memory
    of deleted and banned too.. hehE..
    anyWay.. for sure.. what is approaching still
    4 Million over 3.3 million words on 7 blogs now
    and 8,006 posts still on the Wrong Planet website
    that equal likely over 8 million words too.. as yes.. words
    do go on.. sung in Thanks giving of alive first to survive in
    the midst of the first 33 months of shut-in hell on Thanks Giving
    day of 2010.. to the end of that 66 month hell on or about July 22nd of
    2013 and now moving on in thrive through Thanks Giving of 2016.. with 100K
    photos or so.. including illustrations of public dance approaching 6500 miles since
    September of 2013 arrive now still fully alive in documentary record as auto-biographer
    rover
    will
    still
    dance
    and sing
    online iSREaL..
    so sure.. a 723rd celebratory
    Macro-Verse of this and more to come..;)

  2. And yes.. as habit will have it..
    the very first thing i wrote
    online on Thanks
    Giving night
    of 2010
    started with a list..
    a grocery list of what
    overwhelmed the hell out of
    me in sensory way.. as i was totally
    burn out with flight and fight stress then
    where it took me close to 33 months to
    even get at this point online to stand the pain
    of computer screen turned all the way down to write
    the first word of ‘Radio’ here.. yes.. the Wrong Planet
    i arrived where the clock was set ahead for the next day
    after Thanks Giving day.. no avatar for me until Christmas Day
    of 2010.. when/wHeRe some how i mustered the productivity to scan a baby
    photo of myself all blue eyed blond haired and smiling with the natural affect
    of love and joy.. a place of heaven as child that i vowed to go to again.. and surely
    it took me close to another 33 months to get to that place where even a memory of
    a smile or laugh came again life Isreal at the end of July of 2013.. Modern culture almost
    killed this Canary in a Coal mine in all the multi-tasking mechanical and social cognition
    ways at hand back in the day when computers were speedily replacing human beings
    with even more multi-tasking duties.. 2 years of fight or flight stress to be more precise
    and 2006.. even two years before 2008.. the Winter of the start of my discontent..
    where suddenly colors on the TV screen hurt my eyes.. and black and white
    was a solution to that point.. and soon even black and white became
    intolerable pain.. no doctor to this point has been able to fully
    explain that.. but a transformation of pain in cocoon would
    eventually become
    a butterfly
    of existence
    in bliss as well..
    some folks call it a
    nervous break down..
    in literal all bodily system
    way.. hard for Doctors to measure
    it.. yet.. others call it a phenomenon named
    as Kundalini rising.. where certain detours
    arrive in hell before heaven comes clean..
    well.. since science cannot explain it.. it surely
    says something for a God that is more mystical than
    you Horatio may have found yet to this point.. as surely
    i’ve gone to places now in human potential that i had no idea
    existed then.. i did not speak until age 4.. i had trouble speaking
    all my life both in writing and verbally in coherent manner that other
    folks would be remotely interested in hearing at length.. i was uncoordinated
    and people often asked if i was a dizzy fly as such.. had to watch the wife walk
    beside me in stores to feel any comfort of gait.. and then came the miracle.. the
    Kundalini Rising.. bi-polar rise or whatever way science describes the Dr Jekyll
    to good cop Hyde Clark Kent change.. yeah.. literally in personality way from INTJ
    to ENFP in a matter of weeks in the Summer of 2013.. along with the difference from
    not being able to go into a Whatabuger for even 15 minutes to soon arriving at public
    dance solo in front of hundreds and ultimately being named by some audience members
    after doing that for a year or so as a legend of dance in the metro area.. increasing leg
    strength during that same period of time all the way from a Quarter of a ton to half a ton
    now.. at 33 reps.. of what used to be 8 or so at half that weight from the time i was 21 until
    the 54 years of age double the strength epigenetic change in human potential more.. this is
    a witness of human potential and the higher power of God the same.. i document it for evidence..
    and no it is not beyond the realm of human reality.. bottom line it is a real isreal miracle for others
    to see and aspire higher too as well.. as anyone who has gone high enough will only wish others
    go much
    higher
    as they
    become
    a team member
    of the human race
    wanting the best oF all
    to rise as nows go by..
    anyWay.. this was/is the first
    short and sweet and succinct thingie i wrote..
    having no idea if i could make it through the mountain
    of pain with each word i typed then with the crucifixion
    worse pain of type two trigeminal neuralgia that had come
    to close to 33 months here to tolerate the screen lit at lowest
    dull light.. a dentist drill like pain without novocaine in right eye
    and ear.. still no sound tolerable for years to come.. not even a speaker
    hooked up to computer as any sound just made all of life.. worse then..
    bottom line and lesson for the moral of this story.. don’t give up.. ’cause
    yeS even at the lowest levels of pain and numbness of existence in life
    now a phoenix can rise from ashes and cocoon in butterfly way float too..
    as never ever imagined sTiLL in lucid waKinG dreAMs of FruiTioN then isReaL..:)

    http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=144300

    Radios, Black & White TV, Color TV, Cable TV, VCR’s, Satelitte TV, Surround Sound, Heavy Metal, Computers, Cell Phones, Pornography, MP3 players, I Pads, I Phones, 24 Hour News Cycle, High definition TV etc.

    The evolution of technology bombards the human senses, and we become addicted to the adrenaline not realizing the effect on the health of ourselves or our children.

    Constant bad or good stimulation eventually will wear any living thing down and/or change the way it thinks and behaves. Especially, if you are experiencing it with no physical movement to burn off the adrenaline.

    I think many of the people born 40 or 50 years ago that are now diagnosed with aspergers might have symptoms of low functioning autism if they were born today.

    I couldn’t complete sentences until I was four years old, but managed to cope with the demands of life with high functioning autism and adhd. I can’t imagine being born today and having a chance of a successful independent life.

    I think we are the canaries in the coal mine.

    And now for an idea of the scope
    of what it is in tangible form to write
    12 million words it is the equivalent
    of more than 14 bibles and 140 Koran’s
    as some folks have a good idea of how long
    just one of those books are.. completed in 6 years
    time.. with sure more to come.. along with the close
    to 6500 miles of dance now in 39 months or so too..:)

  3. Okay that was the first post i wrote on the Wrong Planet website..
    this is my last post.. and the last visit a Jonathan Livingston Seagull
    made to
    say good
    bye and
    good luck again..
    post number 8006..
    mostly in standardized
    Queen Victoria English style..
    to appease the moderators of course
    in not threatening to delete me and ban
    me for visiting once again.. for the last time on
    August 12, 2016.. sure.. in usual epic style now.. hehe..;)

    http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=326841&p=7253606&sid=c49025f509d34adb35b05cff8c9870f1#p7253606

    I’m not normal. I refuse to be normal. Not being normal is awesome; in fact, some folks with open minds see it as Super Epic. I have great respect for Alex for developing this site as it helped me to develop my writing talents that I never developed in any creative way in either school or work; just on a couple of occasions where for some reason I broke free in middle school for a Christmas story contest and Philosophy class in college.

    In short, i reached deep down and expressed emotions in words that was very difficult for me to do other than short factual statements all about non-fiction, of course.

    Anyway, I don’t post here anymore, because it is very difficult for me to conform to the form of what folks name as the way the English Language is written in straight lines all the way across the page.

    In my opinion, it should be expressed naturally like sound waves, or perhaps more poetically put like the waves of the Beach and what is left when the essence of the Ocean become the shorelines of that essence as waves and never ever straight lines.

    I am a curvy person now; I do not move by sidewalks in steps or lines of pages by words. But, Smiles, most of the rest of the world sees lines and sidewalks, and moves accordingly the straight and narrow path of what is designed by the architects of sidewalks and pages. I am much more now like the Matrix oracle and Neo2 and architect3.

    Anyway, to make a ‘normal’ paragraph break. I refuse to be normal, because i can. I am re-tired with rubber now on what once was hard and metal wheels, and am Financially Independent and without that millstone of Having To Conform, and by the way I would fully capitalize those three words for emphasis but the straight line and sidewalk folks of the world, of course, would see that as yelling, instead of simple emotional emphasis as that is the what normal expects; and sure, I understand that as i used to conform to normal to survive in society.

    There are two types of intelligences assessed in science. One, is fluid intelligence; and the other is crystalized intelligence. I just so happen to have a great deal of both, as empirically assessed, now. What that this means is I know the facts and I can revert back to normal writing, if I apply the rule of sidewalks and lines of conformity in crystalized intelligence.

    According to research by Michelle Dawson, non-verbal Autistic folks with a verbal delay in childhood, like me, who had this difficulty until age four, often compensate with fluid intelligence as neuroplasticity and epigenetics will humanly and naturally do to adapt to challenge of environmental struggle and change. And later in life they actually exceed so-called ‘normal’ ‘neurotypical’ folks in measures of fluid intelligence.

    And interestingly, these once non-verbal so-called Non-Verbal Autistic folks, also have been shown in Dawson’s small studies as exceeding so-called folks with the diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome, in measures of fluid intelligence. They still lag behind, though, in crystalized intelligence as measured in standard IQ test way. The Raven Matrices measure of fluid intelligence provided the measure needed to illustrate this ‘Autistic Advanatage’, per the non-verbal folks with language delay of spoken speech.

    In reference to one of the comments in ‘this’ discussion, where an individual stated that their classmates sort of stagnated after high school, per Michelle Dawson’s research, this makes a little common sense, as use it or lose it applies to all stuff human being.

    Go to school and learn facts and get a job and do the same thing over and over and sit in the same basic way of sitting down all day; and physical, sensory, emotional, fluid, and crystallized intelligences stagnate from not doing very many things different anymore, than at least school demands in the way of learning so-called new facts, from before that increase crystalized intelligence in memory way.

    And yes, of course, it is more complicated than that but I’ll try to keep this somewhat short in what my potential is of writing close to a Novel in one sitting, as I continue to increase both types of intelligence by simply using it, gaining it, and never losing it, to this point at least, in my life.

    Interestingly, when Hans Asperger’s case study patients were followed up on later in life; most had found niches they were good at and were doing quite awesome, in fact; credit fluid intelligence of course, in adaptation to challenge of struggle in the environment, and change.

    Now, then, the thing about the original assessment of what Hans named as Autistic Psychopathy; verbal delays like mine until age four were included in that assessment. The APA was as they say, stuck in the world of crystalized intelligence and wanted to make the diagnosis as ‘normal’ people do, by the Crystalized Intelligence book of before. So, they made basically a watered down version of what they already named as Autism, by simply reducing the number of diagnosing elements to ‘Autism Lite’, also known as Asperger’s Syndrome, back in the 1994, DSM IV addition of that diagnosis.

    Now, the DSM 5 has come up with a behaviorally determined cover-all diagnosis to make life even easier for them to label it as just one thing. This is what normal people do. They come up with labels and pills to make life easier for them to solve problems.

    Problem is; this approach is symptom based rather than root of condition based. And of course that root in the case of Autism is in the whole of the human being in all types of intelligence; including sensory, physical and emotional intelligences that Standard IQ does not assess at all. And if you’ve ever met a psychiatrist; most lack high degrees of emotional and physical intelligences as they are medical doctors and they have been studying facts in the way of crystalized intelligence for literally decades sitting at a desk and now even worse, attached to a computer all day; even in the office with the patients at-hand attempting to do mechanical cognition and social cognition at the same time, which even science shows now, is not what human beings are evolved to do efficiently without the potential for great stress and reducing the proficiency of both types of cognition now, when each is not focused on separately. And of course that is common sense, but no, common sense is not always the way of the crystalized intelligence of what comes before in book way. By the way, wow that was a really long paragraph and sentence; it could be so much easier to read without these long, long lines.

    I am diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome by three diagnosing professionals, still. I have the paperwork to prove it. My sister is also diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. More than likely my father and grandfather had the same condition but of course, the diagnosis was no where to be seen in most of their lifetimes. My father did law enforcement and never rose above the ‘degree’ of Deputy Sheriff as he lacked the social skills to supervise. My Grand father was an X-Catholic Priest and a noted Author of last Century who even dined with Einstein in the socialist party circles in New, New York in the intellectual circles of that place then. By the way I am very wordy and can be very precise and detailed too, if I choose to express that type of intelligence with relative human free will.

    Initially, my doctor diagnosed me with PDD NOS, because of the language delay in childhood; but after further assessment changed me to the Asperger’s syndrome diagnosis, per the original Hans Asperger’s diagnosis of the condition that includes a potential language delay in childhood that is often associated with Hyperlexia, in which I was a very precocious reader with difficulties in reading comprehension that fits that mold too.

    I have extreme tactile sensitivity, which means I cannot touch anything manmade without extreme discomfort. I spent most of my life in man-made environments with hands closed and rarely open, to avoid touching man-made stuff with my finger tips.

    This Wrong Planet Internet site, helped me immensely to express myself in writing. I thank Alex Plank, very much for the opportunity to write on this site, as by the time I was able to accommodate 19 medical disorders, enough to write on a computer, about two inches from the screen in extreme pain, with most of the disorders, likely a result of Autistic Burnout after conforming to what society expected of me in over 30 years of work; yes, this site probably literally helped to save my life, as I was suicidal for the two years before that. I had Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, the worst pain known to humankind, like a Dentist Drill in my right eye and ear without novocaine, for a total of 66 months, from wake to sleep; including 33 months with a lot of that time spent here writing as no drug would touch that pain, and writing helped me a little to remove it from my focus.

    It took me 66 months to recover from two years of fight or flight stress that basically almost killed me, as science shows now the stress hormones will break down one’s body from head to toe, which did happen in my case. Doctors have no idea what causes Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia, but in my case it certainly may have been associated with the break down of myelin sheaths as i was in pain in every cell of my body from head to toe, too. I was also assessed with Fibromyalgia, Sjogren’s Syndrome, Dysautonomia, and Severe Degenerative Arthritis in my spine, etc., but the worst part was losing my emotions as without emotions there is no glue for cognitive executive functioning.

    What I found in my personal research in the road to having an incredibly awesome and epic life now as assessed by some third party interests, is increasing my physical, emotional, and sensory intelligence through free style dance and free verse poetry to connect language with emotion and to regulate emotions and integrate senses through the art of movement (dance/martial arts) as all emotions and senses flow through the human body, and moving naturally regulates emotions and integrate senses when one moves innately, instinctually and intuitively without lessons on how to move.

    Anyway, I am comfortable in my own skin now, in ways of getting around the world with advanced proprioception and in emotionally regulating my feelings in the human environment and integrating senses, which means I am centered and no longer lost in an environment, ‘out there’. Yes, I have great self-awareness now, where I was incredibly deficient in this human skill before that seems to come naturally for most everyone else.

    Here’s the thing though, with use it or lose it; I received all my gold stars in school, through my Hyperlexic ‘super power’ of reading very fast and memorizing rote facts that I spit back like a computer on multiple choice tests. The teachers loved it, as they never had to help me do anything in the way of learning or tests. Problem was that had little to nothing to do with the real life of work that I would encounter after earning three degrees in college, So, in a way, this incredible strength was my incredible weakness, as I failed to work very very hard on the types of physical, emotional, and sensory intelligences that would make life so much easier than the incredible hard it was that almost literally killed me by age 47.

    I survived. I adapted to struggle and changed. I continue to rise now and thrive.

    There is even a song for that I will share below. I am so sorry that I did not continue that line above to the side of this page, as I must conform here to come back to even say all of this. But here’s the other thing, my so-called professionally labeled Autism is Super F iN epic and it has made me one of the most epic individuals to ever dance and write on this earth, and I prove that by writing the longest long form poem in the history of humankind, now approaching 4 million words; and sure I literally prove it with my signature link below, as it is way too long to ever ever publish in print.

    In fact, Microsoft word says it would take over 30,000 paper pages to print what I name as the ‘SonG oF mY SoUL’. And i also have fully documented almost 6,000 miles of dance in tens of thousands of photos in that same Super Epic personal bible of mine in autobiographic fashion too that includes close to 1000 selfies of gorgeous college age girls smiling ear to ear with me at the dance hall I have danced now for 122 weeks named Old Seville Quarter in Pensacola Florida. Funny, the girls never liked me in school, much. And now totally beautiful college age girls I do not even know attempt to kiss me, or at least that’s what it looks like at the dance hall with their friends, as recent as last night. And I can even prove it here, with my signature link in my most recent blog post with the photo, as the photo is too big to fit the formatting here, in case one wonders, if i am telling the truth.

    I make zero dollars by doing this. I have danced walked a free verse style of martial arts and ballet everywhere i go now for almost 6 thousand miles after I recovered from the disabling portions of those 19 disorders that without question I suffered with, like A Biblical ‘Job’ for 66 months, as a shut-in in my home. Yes, Autistic Burnout hurts, very bad, as I can certainly attest to.

    So what does this have to do with the topic at hand. Autism cannot be assessed by behavior alone, as far as what makes it the most difficult of all to deal with in the inner Universe of the human being. No one could see the stress I was under when I was in those two years of flight or fight stress at work, as i conformed, as I truly believed I would never ever get another job because people most always thought and expressed I was weird. I wore a mask of Okay when I was literally slowly dying inside. It really hurt, so bad.

    No one could see that hell, but me. I looked normal enough on the outside, and still do now. I am different. I am even too different to post here the way I normally speak now in words, and I accept that as I do not expect anyone to tolerate or accept me, as often folks don’t. To each his or her own is the way I live. Where folks tolerate and accept me it’s wonderful, and where folks don’t, I move on to greener pastures, as online allows an environment out of my closed- minded community in my red state area to do that in ways of blog and poetry to express all of who I am as different and human being.

    As far as dancing everywhere I go like a Bruce Lee Ballerina at around 6 feet tall now at 235 Lbs of solid muscle. I am stronger than every Marine in my military gym with legs now that press close to half a ton 33 times in what the strongest folks who leg press there cannot even budge as I’ve watched them try it up close and personal to their dismay. So no, i am no longer that uncoordinated Five foot 10 inch, 120LB scrawny boy from Middle School with the long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and eye lashes that people called the F word and not Fred.

    My genetics are different, I matured slowly, and am still getting stronger by the day, as empirically assessed at the gym. So, no one messes with me in the general public, as I can easily pass now for a College Linebacker who floats like a butterfly and can sting like a bee with martial arts kicks every which way and loose.

    Botton line is, I do not fit in, but I still rise to the occasion of all my human potential and am no longer held back by anyone who lives on the pages and sidewalks of crystalized intelligence. I am fluid as whole, and I am the Ocean and Field and Wave and Particle whole as one in trinity of threes that even science assesses as real.

    As above so below, inside, outside, and all around. Most folks don’t realize we are walking and talking mini-me’s of the Universe when whole and part the same. I was blessed by Nature in what I view as God to be able to see and feel this.

    If my Autism Is a Disability, I fail to see and feel this. In fact I fail to see any labels at all.

    I am, I rise and thrive, end and beginning of the story whole.

    And this will not make total sense to perhaps
    95% of the people here as you folks are
    much more normal than me,
    as whole
    as my
    history
    shows here.

    Oops, I did it again. Again, just dropping by out of respect for Alex. He probably is more Autistic like I am when I was his age too. And sure, he has already done something super epic by creating this site. It just took me longer at age 50 and after to start the journey of me finally getting free away from societal expectations that make no sense for me.

    I was the last kid picked on sports teams, and the one who was picked on by almost everyone for being different in middle school.

    I am now, likely the most different person of all in my local community, as assessed by that ‘general audience’. But here’s the thing, I accept all of who I am now from head to toe. No one stops me from being me now, because I am strong enough to be me now, no matter what anyone else thinks or feels about that..

    I no longer conform.

    Again, I rise, I thrive.

    I sing
    A Song
    of Free.

    Thanks Alex.
    You did a great thing
    by making this site.

    And no, no one will ever ever cure me
    again into the insanity of normal as insame..;)

    And as the moderators predicted, I am still incurable from being me. And at least for me I F in Love it. And no, I cannot come back, ’cause I will not conform. But again, that does not mean I do not appreciate Alex for helping me to finally be me, by creating the opportunity to write on this site, as Super Epic in so many ways never ever seen before.

    Have a nice day.
    I hope every one here will
    one day rise, thrive, and never
    ever conform again. But yes, first,
    make sure you have some money,
    as the working world will not accept that;
    The ‘normal’ one at least, with smiles; but sure, I could on and on about that so bye, and I do mean bye to this straight line..;)

    (Song Rise, by Katy Perry for inspiration. Inspiration is important in life
    and so are emotions fully expressed and not repressed or oppressed.)

    Whatever it is i have.

    It is a gift

    Bottom line,
    and I prove it everyday,
    for the naysayers of life that
    say you can’t, you can’t, just ’cause you are different.

    _________________
    KATiE MiA FredericK!iI

    Gravatar is one of the coolest things ever!! !

    http://en.gravatar.com/katiemiafrederick

  4. Sometimes.. i suppose.. it is easy to take someone
    who is in your life for literally close to 18 years
    for granted when that someone still now
    seems like they are
    owned by someone
    else.. and Tennessee
    here takes the spotlight
    today for his resilience and
    beauty as a creature of God
    who knows and feels God more
    i can promise you than most humans do
    as he lives in balance one with Nature God and
    same.. keeps moving every day with every sacred Tai
    Chi-like kitty move one with air and water same with Nature
    whole.. interconnected.. interdependent with no separation ever
    from God all.. hmm.. and it shows as this cat lives a full life free and
    content in a simple gift as sliver of heaven on this green.. brown.. blue
    and sandy planet that he rolls one with sand and sun as/with God in the
    bright noon-day sun.. and then hugging the grass at midnight light
    of stars and moon same.. never close to realizing the damage
    that the human creatures are doing to the planet as
    in this neighborhood and in this yard there is
    no pesticide.. or other poisons.. nor even
    human fertilizer to change
    the struggle and
    bliss as survival
    in Tennessee
    University
    color
    fur too
    with aqua
    green eyes that
    say.. i not only survive
    i thrive too.. in a place of
    abundance.. now.. a visitor
    with me again.. for close to 18 years..
    often coming up.. when i felt.. so alone inside too..
    hmm.. friends are like that at least one comes when you need them..
    and yes.. it is often the furry ones with no judgement loving unconditionally..:)

  5. Well.. ‘Rogue One’.. the newest installment doesn’t seem
    to be generating nearly the marketing hype that the
    first new Star Wars movie did last year at this time..
    that movie coming out on December 18th of 2015..
    and Rogue one arriving
    on December 16.. two
    days earlier this year..
    of course.. the newer opportunity
    was there last year after so many
    years break of series renewal to sell
    all the old stuff remastered as such in shiny
    new packages.. anyway.. what and how what is
    marketing in society for commercial success says a
    lot and the record i keep of that in actual photography
    stream is multi-purpose as yes.. believe it or not Ripley..
    i am doing all of this as A epic Free Lance Anthropologist
    as such too.. in the state of not only American Affairs but
    human affairs all over.. and sure.. in prep for that
    i went to the ‘Wrong Planet’ online with a bunch of
    brainiac outcasts who had nothing
    better to do with their 140 to 160
    reported IQ’s.. who study their
    special interest laser focuses
    where hey.. i listened as much
    as i wrote.. from literal wake to sleep
    with rarely a break.. only an excursion to
    work-out for 30 minutes at the gym.. 3 times a week.. then
    literally forcing myself to do that at the last 30 minutes before
    they closed to generate enough anxiety to get the job done..
    somewhat done.. anyway.. as no matter what i lifted still at
    close to 500 LBS on machine weights with pins and not
    plates on parallel leg press that yes.. is light like a
    feather now.. surely felt weak from toe to head
    even though i managed to press it about
    8 times.. and that’s what happens when
    human emotions go away..
    where even anxiety
    is so hard
    to generate
    for fear to
    get you
    going
    going
    going
    somewhere
    anywhere at all..
    oh yeah.. and the other
    thing i did maybe once a week
    is force the pain with shades on
    still in my uniform of white T-shirt
    and sit in the car looking at a privacy
    fence in the Walmart side parking lot..
    so Katrina could acquire some food to eat..
    me.. in excruciating eye pain with eyes mostly
    shut behind shades.. while the rest of the world
    went on their merry and stressed way.. and from what i could
    see it was often the older retired looking folks who were the
    only ones going in and out of the store with a smile.. huh..
    now.. i know why..
    stress is the
    age.. not
    the
    chronological
    one.. now i know and
    feel feel feel feel for sure
    and oh yeah.. after a very difficult
    work-out last night after hardly digesting
    any food for energy over three days.. my
    inner gear is working again.. and yes.. for
    all practical intents and purposes.. Superfred
    is on the way back hehe.. for iSreal now..
    and i am so happy
    not to
    be a
    Sith
    devil
    on the
    Wrong Planet
    anymore without
    a home.. as this
    eARTh is most definitely
    my only home now all blue
    and green.. brown.. white of what’s
    left of polar snow capped beauty too..;)

    Yes.. and R2D2.. arrived
    a year to date ago..
    like he does in
    the current
    Macro-Verse
    on “Fried Forgiving
    Turkeys” per the automation
    of work in the U.S. and the continuing
    state of affairs where humans no longer
    need to apply for jobs as they are simply
    going the way of automation instead of
    flesh and blood stuff.. yes.. the Terminator
    and the rise of the machines is a literally thingy
    more than just a cultural meme.. the Matrix too..
    and many other artistic metaphors though time as
    technology continues to somewhat moreover outpace
    the human race.. thAT machine almost literally killed me
    with stress.. as human beings are not evolved to do mechanical
    and social cognition in an open door policy of both with no
    rest.. but hey.. that’s what you get when folks come to
    think you are Superman.. just ’cause you have
    found a way to lock out all the looks
    and body language of distress..
    goofy
    looks
    goofy
    stressed
    or not hehe..
    yeah.. sure.. i can laugh
    about in now that i’m not on
    A highway to hell anymore.. with
    no idea then of just how bad it can really get.. oh..
    yeah.. every day a deeper Ring of what Dante was
    speaking of for sure with no doubts as deep as it goes……

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2015/11/22/a-girl-and-a-devil/

    ‘A Girl and A Devil’.. more cool Sithfred out in the
    store wild of dance photos enclosed in here.. and
    another tribute.. to my Friend Lala from Pakistan
    from a year ago in this Macro-Verse memory.. and
    continuing documentation of a longest season with
    not much Fall and Winter in last year through after
    Christmas.. as the grass is still bright green coming
    to ThanksGiving and the Azaleas are blooming super
    early.. yes.. this is both a heARt and Science Project too..;)

    And now i end by saying.. i haven’t been significantly ill enough
    to even come close to feeling down in two years exactly to date
    of when the next intestinal bug came to visit me last Thursday Night..
    and not to be able to digest food properly surely puts a cramp in everything
    life.. anyway.. i appreciated the entire experience as it did bring back some of
    the actual feelings of darkness before that are really hard to actually feel as memories
    when one is flying oh.. so high.. resilient in yes close to what they name as a bi-polar high
    but in my case more like a natural state of hypomania as of late.. in what brings the height
    of creativity.. and what some name as religious type experience too.. as those high neurochemicals/
    neurohormones are all ramped up.. as we folks evolved for fLIGht in general nomadic genetic
    way are all set out to be.. in other words we don’t sit well.. we must move move move and live
    and do more than most in whatever we do.. driven to distraction as they say to maintain
    focus and order in life as best as we can as nows go by.. going stagnate as i did for
    many years in work until going nuts in directions i never ever wanted to go
    up the status and money and administrative latter.. to directions that
    are very unhealthy for me.. and now with freedom
    i live free and do what makes
    me sing and
    dance
    with
    Wings
    of yes as i say
    and dance more a
    Jonathan Livingston Seagull
    on terrestrial plane of float and fly now..
    no skateboards or dives for me per the ‘Night’
    theme song here.. Nike Shox shoes in the 13th pair
    now purchased in 39 months does the trick and treat
    on solid
    ground
    for me.. all
    rested up now
    for the next adventure coming..:)

  6. https://gigoid.me/2016/11/22/sharp-fears-of-poignancy/#comment-20795

    First.. a note on ‘poignancy’..
    For me a greaTest regret
    would be to kill oneself
    when loved
    more than
    one could
    hope
    to ever
    be loved
    and with
    no loving
    giving force
    as that abiLiTy
    has disappeared
    as well as the ability/capacity
    to feel love.. and the saddest
    part oF all.. it is/are someone else(s)
    who will/would feel that
    poignancy and
    not the
    the one who
    was/is successful
    in escaping whatever
    is no longer tolerable it seems..
    i’m glad.. i had A strength to ovoid
    that feeling of poignancy for someone else(s)
    but there are places.. there are places.. A human can go
    that
    no
    one
    but
    the one
    in those
    human shoes
    of misery and
    suffering and the
    worst torture imaginable
    can understand but those alone..
    Catch 22 of Poignancy.. my FriEnd..
    been there done that fresh hell ever in a second of alWays now.

    ” Do you know that disease and death must needs overtake us,
    no matter what we are doing?
    What do you wish to be doing when it overtakes you?
    If you have anything better to be doing when you are so overtaken,
    get to work on that.”

    ~~ Epictetus ~~

    StArt writing
    a book
    with
    no beginning
    and no end no matter
    pen or step or art of liFe…:)

    “The flesh surrenders itself.
    Eternity takes back its own.
    Our bodies stirred these waters briefly,
    danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self,
    dealt with a few strange ideas,
    then submitted to the instruments of Time.
    What can we say of this?
    I occurred.
    I am not… yet I occurred.”

    ~~ Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah ~~

    Life IS A Miracle
    in itself.. to fully realize
    and live this life as such
    IS A taste
    of death
    worthwhile..
    And fear IS A
    illusory devil..
    A main
    obstruction
    iN all of thaT
    from first
    breath
    to last
    breathe in Heaven
    oF Free and Bliss..
    or hell
    of
    fear
    and pain…
    i’LL take the first
    door to the right
    or left
    fear
    Free.. courAge
    and kiNd wiTh
    smARt lOvE sAMe uNconditionAlly
    AnD alWays diFFeRent change for more..:)

    “If you understand, or if you don’t.
    If you believe, or if you doubt.
    There is a universal justice
    and the eyes of truth are always watching.”

    ~~ Enigma ~~

    eYes oF TrUth
    anD liGht
    ‘tween
    dArK
    sPeLLeD
    aS BaLanCinG
    FoRcE alWays noW..:)

    “A heart is not judged
    by how much you love
    but by how much you are loved by others.”

    ~~ The Wizard of Oz ~~

    Except for
    some
    potential
    poignant
    moments headlining this…

    Everything flows and nothing abides;
    everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.”

    ~~ Heraclitus ~~

    Time IS
    A river
    God
    as
    sAMe
    and alWays Changing..
    NoW..:)

    (PS.. i have a theme song now2..;)

    “One must be partially insane to remain sane.”

    ~~ J. Bothwell Avison ~~

    In thaT case
    i
    ain’t crazy..
    like
    my
    Psychiatrist
    says.. i’M unusual
    in a cool way.. NoW
    liKe
    Snoopy..
    i guess..
    jumPing
    for DancE
    and SinG for no reaSon
    but FucKinG LiVinG A dreAm iSREaL oF JoY..;)

    “A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears:”

    ~~ Montaigne ~~

    To come to Love
    A dARk most
    is to liVe A liGht isREaL..:)

    We’re not talking about the same thing,” he said.
    “For you the world is weird
    because if you’re not bored with it you’re at odds with it.
    For me the world is weird
    because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable;
    my interest has been to convince you
    that you must accept responsibility for being here,
    in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time.
    I wanted to convince you
    that you must learn to make every act count,
    since you are going to be here for only a short while,
    in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.”

    ~~ Don Juan ~~

    It’s true.. i’m religious
    but NOT iN a sense of A church
    iN A FEEL oF A existence NOW..
    wHErE ALL IS FucKinG HOLY AND
    SACReD… iNSIDE.. OUTSiDE.. AB0VE..
    SO BEL0W.. AND ALL AR0UND..
    every
    word
    ever
    step
    every
    breath
    desert
    forest
    mountain
    stream.. pain..
    digestive discomfort
    it’s aLL A hoLy and sacRed gAMe oF
    noW ever changing sAMe isREaL noW..:)

    “My skin,
    my bones,
    my heretic heart
    are my authority.”

    ~~ Catherine Madsen ~~

    Within

  7. https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/passage-writephoto/

    WeLL.. my friEnd
    Prajakta.. verily
    i say.. you capture
    A essence iN Sublime
    Beauty as A Force of hUman
    CreatiViTy heRe.. weLL.. as streAMs
    of consciousness branch out from
    rivers and
    waves
    of Ocean
    never ending
    as shores
    change
    along lines that Golden
    SpiRal sAMe as SonG and
    DancE free as fingers and toes
    and all pArts of WhoLe can and
    WiLL do free unfettered by fear
    of stop and go.. outstanding
    poetic
    words
    my friend
    with applause
    from me for now
    with pleasure as a
    visit ends foR noW.. FriEnd..
    SeriouSly.. CreatiVity IS A
    best FriEnd oF aLL.. NoW..:)

  8. WeLL since this IS A 12 MilLioN Words oF ThanksGiVinG..
    celebration of 6 years of writing on line.. since at least a million
    of those words are inspired by the online dVerse poeTry prompts
    Pub and crew.. i’LL visit
    tHeRe
    and take
    a quick breather
    and stARt as Breath
    or breathe is the 44 word
    Quadrille prompt theme of Monday
    past as i arrive a day late to respond..
    digestive system all back in worKing
    order now it seems for sure..
    so.. let’s see how
    i breathe
    with
    breath
    in poetic way for
    now at leisure
    Song and Dance more..
    oh.. what fun a Holiday SeaSon
    to AlWays coMe noW so WeLL..;)

    Yeah.. i kNow and feel
    juST a bunch
    of floWery
    sounding
    FeeLinG
    SenSinG
    words
    to mE
    @lEAst..;)

    Hmm.. yep that’s mOre
    than 44 words and a paragraph3..;)

    Ain’t
    liFe
    GOlden..;)

    Breathe of the last
    fAll Leaves.. i too can
    relate mishunderstood
    as last
    fall
    was
    Spring
    and Summer
    too in Florida
    Panhandle way..
    January so red.. budding
    beauty and the
    flowers
    were.. oh
    so.. confused
    by the month coming
    enteLLinG what should
    be a new breath of colors..
    anyway.. almost freezing here
    recently in more of fAll colors
    i too
    cherish
    the color
    of dying
    as it springs
    life alWAys BriGhter
    too when all is healthy
    and vibrant as dARk and
    liGht goeSprinG after fALL..:)

    Contrast
    azure
    and
    sure..
    Auburn
    sky leaves tale
    color in cold and death..
    of blue
    blood
    liFe above..:)

    This oNe is so true
    friEnd
    Linda..
    to put
    it simply..
    too..
    when
    we exhale
    fear we inhale God..
    as God breathes free thru uS2..:)

    2006.. i suppose.. in November
    and birth month same
    and another friend
    from work then..
    same as Katrina’s
    mother too..
    a hard
    habit
    to give
    up and perhaps
    it was the month
    my 1st stepmother grasped
    her last breath too.. all
    one common element falling
    before 70.. a pack of something
    that took tHeir breathe away.. and
    i remember the last heart beats of her
    mother too.. watching her grasp for breath
    with all her reflexes through tubes the same
    as 55 beats became 40 became 30 became 20 and
    that was
    it.. and
    then there
    was a step father of sorts
    married to a 2nd stepmother too.
    who both had this habit ending living wired
    up to tubes of oxygen now where life failed..
    his.. in the December month of Christmas.. my
    father too in May 2014.. with complications.. albeit later
    after living with this habit for about 6 decades until his
    ending
    81st year..
    it seems
    a woman’s
    lungs are more
    likely to fall to
    this habit from what i’ve
    seen but for sure but for sure
    i can tAiL that iT is an addiction
    that not only kills quick but slow
    in
    breathless
    style.. so
    slow so
    slow
    as last breath fAils…

    It’s one of the most
    ironic things..
    smoke
    stacks
    and
    sunsets
    off bays that
    figuratively and
    literally can together
    same take one’s breath away..:)

    Living clouds
    killing
    cLouds…

    side note..
    now says..
    yep.. i kNow
    that’s more
    like a Haibun..
    Haiku.. eTc..
    Fredbun
    Fredku as
    such2 but
    hey.. i
    ain’t
    iN iT for
    the rules..
    as side note
    ends and back
    to the regularly
    scheduLed whatever..
    as i for one breathe free..
    fLow
    let
    go..;)

    Moon sleeps
    sliver break
    Sun Breathes
    through
    moon
    rest
    star liGht..:)

    SMiLes..
    so true my
    friEnd.. when
    mistakes breathe
    liFe
    flouRishes
    bEyond err
    thru
    success..:)

    SMiLes my
    friEnd.. EmoTioNs
    are the breath of liFe
    that move us
    and poetry
    IS
    A
    map of
    heARt thAT
    BRingS spiRit
    complete
    in Masculine
    and Feminine
    baLanCinG
    miNd
    and
    Body
    soUL..
    sadly..
    where i live
    it’s not a Republican manly thing to do.. heHe..
    smiles.. but hEy.. tHeRE’s alwayS online and free
    in
    divine
    and all
    natural balance..
    i often attempt to
    explain a bible IS A juSt
    A book of poetry2 but
    ‘they’ see
    THAT
    only
    as
    sacred and holy..;)

    Well.. the wife
    Katrina is breathing
    rather intently that it is
    time to resume ThankGiving
    preparation shopping detail..
    and sure..as
    my stomach
    and all
    else
    is groWing
    stronger..
    time
    for
    joyous
    breathing
    Public dance
    too.. while the
    turkeys unwittingly
    find their way to grocery carts..
    while i dance by free as wild turkeys do too..;)

  9. Facebook Friend Greg
    and yes once again i say
    also fellow employee at
    the Bowling Center for 18 years
    and beyond that through my last official
    paid days through 2009 working for the
    Government at
    the Navy
    Station
    in home
    town way
    for 25 years..
    shares a ‘Quizony’ FB
    ego booster test on what
    kind of Angel i am based on
    a written multiple choice test..
    hmm.. i don’t think ‘they’ do that
    in heaven and hell on earth.. in FACt
    i know ‘they’ don’t for demons and angels
    same as yes.. it’s kinda a Karmic eYe thingie..
    anyWay.. the results come in as “VIRTUE”.. hmm..
    sure.. now.. i can relate to that miracle thingy too..;)

    “VIRTUES – the Angels of Grace who bring God’s blessings to Earth, usually in the form of miracles. Known as the ‘brilliant’ or “shining’” ones, they are associated with acts of heroism and bring courage when needed.”

    The Facebook Video Production.. robot
    team as always.. assists greatly
    in documenting
    the last
    two days
    of life..
    hehe..
    and yes..
    dance dance dance
    with my new dance shoes
    fully employed with somewhat
    fresh legs.. resting much more than
    usual over a sick aS Such weekend.. ugh..
    anyWay.. getting back up to high speed..
    as more than anything
    else the feet are fresh
    and limber..
    and very
    very strong
    now from rest too..
    flying through the Grocery
    and SuperWalmart Aisles with
    the greatest of ease.. 1020LBs leg pressing
    sTiLL 33 reps as such last night.. at gym2..
    with food staying a little longer in my
    body now thru
    as T
    day looks
    much more appetizing
    now than the last few days..;)

    Yes.. now
    Christmas FloWers
    highlighted here too..
    beFore we get to the check out
    lane.. hmm.. everything seems free to
    me as i’m just tHeRe to dance and take photos..
    and yes..
    i’M willing
    to sing
    requests too..;)

    Well.. perHaps
    on a more serious
    and perhaps even
    somber musing
    point.. now
    the Karmic
    eYe comes
    out to play
    aGain..
    and yes..
    as expected most
    everything to appeal
    to the more dARk side
    of human Nature to get
    elected.. yes2 for those who
    live by fear and hate instead
    of hope and love.. you kNow.. the
    audacity oF iT.. huh.. hehe.. anyWay
    the bad ass Trump is kinda shrinking up
    as reaLITy sets in that he is noW servant of
    the entire country Now and not a dictator of a corporation..
    and nah.. it’s not like the Republican machine has his back either..
    as deep down they would love the Pence more than dealing with this shit..
    anyway.. let’s
    see if someone..
    anyone.. can get some
    more improvements done..
    it’s possible that the Trump
    is more a Democrat still in
    those
    wolf
    clothes
    he wore to
    campaign aS in
    case anyone has sTiLL
    forgotten he was a New York
    Democrat and Social Liberal
    most of his life.. but you do what
    it takes to get elected huh.. and keep
    the choir singing all the way to ‘the booth’..
    looking for a second term at 74 years of age..
    not likely.. he’ll likely go for the record.. instead.. of the next four years..;)

  10. Hi Rafiah..

    “All grown-ups were once children-
    although few of them remember..”

    So true and i would go one dance step
    further in words.. well actually more than
    one step and say few of them feel and sense
    the play and overall wonder of child being.. now..

    Sadly i..n a way.. while A new Testament Version
    of Jesus says to enter the Kingdom of God.. one must
    view it through the eYes of a child.. tHeRe are no how to
    instructions.. just empty words for those who have forgotten
    the feeling and sensing being of play and wonder of a child
    and have lost
    this heARt
    this spiRit
    of eXpreSsing
    EmoTioNs and SenSes
    and FeeLinG and SenSing them
    sAMe and stronger as waves of an
    ocean go in and out and expand shores
    iN A life of joy and wonder same.. that is all
    innate.. instinctual and intuitive for the eYes oF
    heARt and spiRit that come all natural out iN a mix
    of BaLanCinG miNd and BoDy soUL.. i am often sadened
    when Fundamentalist Christians in my area ask me why i dance
    spontaneously in public.. while they stilt their children’s dance down
    in the Walmart aisles.. and at church in the pews where the words of
    the priest are neither reaching them for joy or play.. yes.. my friend..
    society/church has snuffed out the kingdom of God within us that is
    the wonder in a joy of DancE and SonG in moving.. connecting
    and creating naturally with each other in a socially cooperative
    naked forage for life from birth to death.. where the child
    and the elder dancing togEther are equal prizes
    iN a joy of liFe after the dance and
    sing of forage is done..
    and you see..
    when the buttoned
    up folks from Europe immigrated
    to this continent wanting to escape a
    Manufactured Monarchy of God by greed in
    hoarding grain in silo humans jealous for those
    who have more than giving and sharing they found
    a Native American who danced freely and wildly and
    naked lovingly around campfires of moonlit God nights
    toGeThER aS oNe WiTh God with no separation.. they called
    them animals instead of seeing them as the real wild and free
    loving children of God they were.. they called them savages as
    they wore few clothes.. they killed them mercilessly and had
    a great challenge as these folks did not fight back in
    straight line regimented fashion.. they fought
    as Lions or what they named as savages
    for their rights to wild and free and love..
    there is Karma for this my friend
    that is self-fulfilling
    and that is
    the misery
    of those
    same people
    who would take increasing
    freedoms away if they could..
    minions of monarchies they are
    and they come in many fashions..
    but the common denominator my friend
    is they follow a most despicable leader who
    would abuse the weaker for power and status…
    i was hoping in the last three years that i could dance enough
    to entice these minions in my Northwest Florida area to change
    them into children again.. and what i find my friend.. is it is only
    the children who even see me.. and young adults now before they soon
    reach a forty hour a week job and the liGht is slowly extinguished
    from their heARt.. SpiRit and SoUL.. and the child dies inside. in
    what has become a mechanical cognition robot way of life.. and
    yes that comes in school too of course but at least tHeRE
    is flesh and blood contact between human beings
    at recess and lunch.. if there is any recess at all..
    anyway.. seriously.. if i could have convinced
    them to dance.. just a hundred thousand..
    or so.. perhaps the most despicable
    leader ever to arise in
    the US would
    have no longer
    been a
    taste suitable to
    joy of a child my friend.. and
    i could have helped to change
    the course of history.. but sure.. on the
    other hand.. i wouldn’t have the dark muse
    to write this.. i guess.. and eventually do whatever
    it is that God has me doing this for incessantly from wake to sleep..
    anyWay.. i’m not the go to guy.. just the how to guy by example.. as
    i
    am
    a Child of God
    and Heaven on eARth
    IS at hand now clearly
    isreal full of play and joy..
    and i do it witness it and scribe it as now goeS oN..
    with plenty
    of how to
    in clear view too..
    i
    AM heRe..
    foR
    noW..:)

    Hmm.. that was interesting..
    heHe.. @lEast for me.. and
    now to one Macro-Verse Memory
    today and i will say there IS A festive
    feeling in the sky as empath’s like me who
    are alWays on Vacation can feel the EmoTioNs
    and SeNSes of oThers in the metro area as this
    ain’t no normal hump day.. this is Turkey Cooking
    day and the excitement in the air for the deer hunt
    coming is almost palpable as i continue a SonG inside
    of brick walls here.. and sure.. the kids will be getting out
    of school early where half a day is even joy.. and yes.. thinking
    about it brings more joy too.. as i once lived in a zoo and prison same too..
    anyway ‘Loving Living in the Milky Way’
    from two years ago here..
    write on topic as it were
    and still is too.. as hey
    heaven is fun
    to SinG
    about
    when
    you are currently
    inhabiting that place
    within brick walls or not..;)

    https://katiemiafrederick.com/2014/11/22/loving-living-in-the-milky-way/

    And yes.. a Macro-Verse short enough to fully quote here too..

    More specifically..

    i love living in North Florida..

    where at least for me..

    long pants are never necessary…

    a

    place where a human who takes care of their health..

    enough to un-domesticate themselves..

    IS

    PERFECTLY ADAPTED TO…

    WELL..

    ALMOST..

    NOTHING’S PERFECT..

    BUT A BEAUTIFUL TAPESTRY OF LIFE..

    AND INANIMATE CREATION IS THE NATURAL

    WAY

    OF

    NORTH

    FLORIDA

    LIFE!

    BUT IT WASN’T ALWAYS THAT WAY…

    There was a time.. when chronic stress and fear aka anxiety

    Stole my life from me..

    IN ALMOST EVERY WAY…

    SO MANY DISORDERS..

    TO THE POINT..

    Where truly i was no longer adapted to my environment…

    All sensory input

    was too much for a body grown foreign

    to

    its

    natural habit!

    And watching the movie

    Interstellar tonight..

    i think it is so sad..

    that human beings do not more fully appreciate all the exquisite

    ways we ARE ADAPTED TO THIS EARTH WhERE WE ARE PART

    AND

    PARCEL

    OF

    IT

    TOO!

    Some folks even think the natural world is evil..

    And even our GOD GIVEN NAKED HUMAN BODIES…

    AND SOME OF THESE SAME FOLKS..

    believe we are here to dominate the earth..

    per all

    OF GOD’s CREATION…

    This land is NOT

    JUST OUR LAND..

    THIS LAND

    IS

    GOD’S

    LAND!

    AND SO IS THE MILKY WAY!..;)

    i am just a flesh and blood man..

    AND THAT IS GIFT ENOUGH FOR ME..

    FROM

    GOD

    @WORD228WORD@

  11. https://gigoid.me/2016/11/23/exploring-the-color-of-sound/#comment-20799

    Magic
    is when
    a SonG
    comes
    to you
    that is employed
    by more than you
    in colors of sound that
    more
    can
    heRe..:)

    “I still find each day too short
    for all the thoughts I want to think,
    all the walks I want to take,
    all the books I want to read,
    and all the friends I want to see.”

    ~~ John Burrough ~~

    A Child who still lives..

    You know it’s funny
    i had a Sociology teacher
    by name of Oldenburg.. oh
    my God he was my age now then
    and seemed.. oh.. so old and when
    he spoke of living forever he said
    live forever.. ha!
    most
    of
    my friends
    are bored..
    it’s safe to say
    my friend.. he no longer danced..
    if he ever did at all ‘tween the
    ears oF
    old
    and
    boArd..:)

    Oh yeah.. and i had another
    Sociology teacher who taught a class
    iN Sociology of aging and she showed
    photos of ‘seniors’ my age now in therapeutical
    pools.. and there was
    a girl in the class
    about 25 years of
    age.. disheartened
    that her Frankie
    Avalon
    days
    with
    beach parties
    never came..
    well.. you see.. i wasn’t
    only a Social Sciences Interdisciplinary
    major.. i was also a Health Science and
    Anthropology major.. obviously no high paying
    job would come of this.. but i had already traveled
    to both highest mania and deep deep depression so i was
    more interested in surviving in balance than making money..
    in other words.. the core of Maslow’s Hierarchy of development
    iN basic
    animal
    homeostasis
    at lowest levels
    iN existence as Pyramid of
    steps higher and higher..
    to self
    actualization now..
    apex of being human
    born again as such as ‘they’ say..too..;)

    Anyway.. i said boldly in class that if one
    takes care of their balance and continues
    a healthy exercise and diet well up into their
    50’s there is no reason why they will not still feel
    like a healthy youth at that point.. the teacher and some
    of the students scoffed at me.. called me an idealist and even
    a zealot.. hehe..
    and some said
    i should spend more
    time in business classes to make
    some bucks if i was ever gonna
    get a job and a mate and stuff like that..
    but the Frankie Avalon girl literally asked me
    if i was Superman ’cause she was more interested in
    what i was actually doing in a triple major while maintaining
    three part time jobs to get through with about three hours of sleep
    each night.. she was a dreamer who still had dreams.. i was a realist
    who read
    about
    Jack
    LaLanne..
    and Charles
    Atlas and friends..
    including Bruce
    Lee.. back then..
    hehe.. and now
    i am a dreamer too..
    oh.. what a mix of paradise that is now..
    as i have my Frankie Avalon days still
    now at age 56 at a Dance Hall not far from the Beach
    every FucKinG Thursday NIGht Week coming into
    the 136th week
    this Thanks
    GiVinG WeeK…
    ‘you’ see.. being a realist
    and dreamer is not enough
    you have to get out there as Nike says
    and just do it no matter what the FucK folks
    say before not only do they name you Fool and Superman but Legend too..
    SeriouSly.. my life is like
    a movie that has too many
    scenes for anyone
    to tell the literal
    true story but
    me.. but isn’t
    that how everyone’s
    life is who has time to
    reflect and live it more than ever before..
    in Paradise and scribe the story as they go..
    i refuse
    to believe
    i am special
    and anointed
    as i FucKinG worked
    for Paradise as this is no
    FucKinG gift or grace alone
    and God IS A God of merit more..
    than
    sitting
    still
    and
    waiting
    for dreams
    of Paradise
    to come true in
    Trump Castles with
    labels and no essence of joy within..
    like Bibles and other books that outlaw Song and Dance..
    or perhaps
    those who
    didn’t see
    ‘King
    David’
    Dance naked..
    in more vile ways..;)

    “I searched into myself.”

    ~~ Heraclitus ~~

    Yes.. that goes
    without saying now..;)

    “The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs
    on which you can hang a metaphysical system.
    If you must.”

    ~~ Edward Abbey ~~

    A Realist and Dreamer
    mix
    with
    a dash and dance and song of doing..;)

    “We should consider every day lost
    on which we have not danced at least once.
    And we should call every truth false
    which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.”

    ~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

    One
    day
    i’LL
    elaborate..
    alWays
    noW
    as Dance..
    and SonG of Free..
    i seriouSly hope Nietzsche actuAlly danced
    at least
    a third
    of what
    he wrote..
    and
    laughed
    more than writ..:)

    “If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner,
    you have learned how to live.”

    ~~ Lin Yutang ~~

    Value do..:)

    “Every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor.”

    ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

    i test myself
    iN temptation
    and find it makes
    me much much stronger
    than
    avoiding it..
    some folks
    name
    it
    saint
    like..
    my wife..;)

    SeriouSly
    keeping stuff
    undercover is
    just
    a
    lie..
    and A
    highway to imbalance..:)

    But usuAlly that only
    makes sense
    to the
    person
    fully exposed with the balance..;)

    “You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything.
    So I thought, once. So did we all.
    And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens,
    ever the way he can follow grows narrower:
    until at last he chooses nothing,
    but does only and wholly what he _must_ do.”

    ~~ Ursula K. LeGuin, _A Wizard of Earthsea_ ~~

    Follow your
    heArt
    and Fuck
    the rules
    without passion..;)

    “Do not go gentle into that good night
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light”

    ~~ Dylan Thomas ~~

    FucK Passion
    with Passion
    from first
    breath
    to last grasp oF liGht..
    and one never
    ever
    falls
    too far
    from liFe..
    And don’t hold on too tiGht..;)

    Ending note..

    Happy Thanks Giving gigoid..:)

  12. So i come iN full return fully aLive moving into
    Thanks Giving day 2016..
    after writing 12 million
    words stARting that
    venture to just
    even have
    a chance
    to escape
    a tiny hair
    of the worst pain
    known to humankind
    on Thanks Giving day of 2010..
    yes.. type two trigeminal neuralgia
    to be specific and precise again.. like
    someone drilling your teeth without novocaine..
    except.. in my case it was my right eye and ear as
    burning hell beyond fire.. and yes for some idea of comparison
    in what even related medical literature describes as a pain worse
    than the torture of crucifixion but in my case no hanging from a
    cross for three hours or three days.. 66 months.. wake to sleep wHeRE
    almost 33 months came before i could use my eyes for any words at all to look
    at or type then without intolerable pain.. as each word then was still a mountain
    of pain both to look at and write.. and yes i come back to this album cover and song
    as i had taken notice if it.. when about senior age in high school in ’78.. well after the
    release date in ’67 that the stone bust of statue that was just some random
    statue of a law enforcement officer out of John Lennon’s
    yard as Bric-à-brac collected in high culture
    way of life.. anyway.. the resemblance
    to my long law enforcement
    face with mustache
    inherited i guess
    from the
    father
    who
    did 46 years
    in that profession
    as life long vocation.. too..
    caught my eye.. and was implanted
    somewhere deep for years to come and rise
    again.. after i rose as the actual professionals who
    were taking care of me literally named my sudden recovery
    as a miracle on or about July 22nd of 2013.. at least the psychotherapist
    who went
    to a Catholic
    Chuch anyway
    hehe.. so
    i was
    kinda high
    kinda very very
    high.. to be rid of that pain..
    in technically what they name after
    a 66 month dead zone of feeling almost
    no emotion at all.. as a bi-polar high too..
    no more than two hours of sleep from July
    of 2013 to November of 2013.. until i visited a
    farm and slept 8 hours soothed by the furry ones there..
    and one of the first days.. i almost ran through 5 red lights..
    Katrina brought to my attention.. and the song about the man
    who was looking at lovely Rita and blew his brains out in a car
    came on the radio as a stark warning to me in synchronicity way to come
    down to earth if you want to really continue to live.. so sure.. anything can now
    save our life.. poTEnTiALLy.. iF iT speaks to what needs to hear on the inside of
    liFe now.. discount no source of life as savior as all can save.. dARk and liGht with
    the proper ingredients of fortune mixed in.. so that album cover became a ‘little’ of a
    special interest.. and coming to find that the Beatles as a group of actual human beings
    were searching for enlightenment and awakening more than material goods only.. at that
    point in their life.. appreciating all those in the fields of intellect and art in a lonely
    hearts club band in struggle to bring greater liGhts of human Freedoms to other human beings..
    and i started to think of myself as not only a resemblance of that statue but it as a symbol
    of being resurrected from the previous dirt of ignorance and oppression and
    repression of emotions and senses and the general robotic way the
    rule making of society had brOught my life to that point
    after 66 months in hell of total
    Han Sleyes theory of
    general adaptation
    syndrome
    where
    total animal
    exhaustion from
    constant.. yes.. chronic severe
    stress could eventually literally
    kill someone as the cycle of that
    destructive force lives on as science
    now proves out in empirical way as well..
    And i understood what reborn really meant..
    and what hell and heaven and purgatory really
    were ’cause by that point they just weren’t platitudes
    in books of old.. they were isreal actual experiences of
    my life and suddenly so many things in life made total
    sense/feel where before they were just vague platitudes
    and empty shells
    with little
    essence
    and substance
    from sages of ages
    gone by that suddenly
    arrived all for me at one now
    then.. yes.. i was turned on fully
    alive again.. phoenix riSinG from
    the ashes born again.. like the parts
    of a book and books actually attempt to
    relate for hiGher and more viable isreal human potential
    now.. not after death.. now.. where heaven is at hand now juST now..
    i arrived and BaLAnCinG iT aLL was all that was left.. sure.. i could have
    continued to enjoy it alone and just dance my way around without scribing
    what would come neXt.. but a little bird.. a holy spirit inside said.. upload this
    soUL and share it with otHeRs as you’ve been to hell and this IS A Heaven continuing..
    a share in any attempt aT all to help anyone else at aLL to find a spArk of any kind
    to come to this place iSReaL now.. many lonely heARts club folks have pitched
    in to help me find this place.. and all those heARts and SpiRits and
    soULs live in once what was a alabaster stone
    statue buried away
    from life
    in hell..
    on
    earth..
    so this is what i do
    i give thanks and give more..
    as Heaven and Paradise here is too
    precious
    to
    hoard..
    life is more
    than food.. life
    is magic when fully iSREaL
    when stone statues rise in color aGain..
    and do tHeir best to turn oTheRS on too..:)

  13. So.. sure.. i’m still in the sAMe
    bedroom.. by the same
    window.. except for
    now 24 inches
    is open
    from
    dark blind
    of before
    and my eyes
    can tolerate the
    liGht and my ears
    only wish i could play
    this song louder as my ear
    buds won’t go up any higher
    and i wouldn’t wanna bother Katrina
    in the other room in front of her best
    friend it seems for now
    a TV..
    and
    yes that’s
    kinda what
    happened ‘they’
    said to Moses
    in that old testament
    movie with Charleston
    Heston when his durable
    wife traded notes with the perfumed
    woman of before.. his God took her
    man away from her.. and it’s kinda like
    that hear.. but anyway.. like Spock says
    sometimes the needs of the many outweigh
    the needs of the few.. but i do love that woman
    or i’d never be alive to serve the Master of God
    and Nature same with all my Luke Hot heARt.. spiRit SinGing
    higher now nigher as soUL and Body BaLanCinG moRE as
    instrument more of God that even huMan being more it seems
    as Angels
    could
    go
    if they
    exist these
    days too.. now..
    so yeaH it’s been
    kind of a record year
    as coming to this 12 milLion
    words in these 6 years this last
    year of 2016 started with a GodsUniVerse
    Novel at 41K words then GodsUniVerseNovel2
    at 51K words.. then GodSuniVerseNovel3 at 338,630 words
    and after that it was 9 chapters at “Book oF Ten Sixteen” with
    144,244 words at the fourth book.. culminating in a total of 12 chapters in
    in the fifth book named.. “New Testament oF Eleven iN HeaVen ‘SiXteen”
    at 181,221 words which IS A technical edition of three more chapters than
    came the month before that and i noted a 42 months of witness for
    God on September 11th.. 2016 since the 10th of March in 2013..
    when i sTarted this whole blog adventure iN and as
    Witness for God oF Nature that came weighing
    in at lEast 3.3 million words by that 911
    day in 2016.. as the sixth book
    whole as such..
    SonG oF mY
    soUL
    as copied
    and pasted
    on the other
    two longer lived
    Google Blogger
    Blogs too.. and sure
    one could name this
    a 16th chapter too.. this
    “12 MilLioN Thanks Giving Words
    of 2016”.. And another entire book too..
    of over 200K words but better yeT put
    a milestone of a 7th books of an entire
    12 MiLLioN words as ALL liFe experience truly IS A Book oF liFe..
    AnyWay..
    surELy
    it’s alWays
    a record year to me..
    and so much more fun
    with zero contingencies
    of any
    Caesar
    coins..
    likes..
    shares..
    followers..
    or anything
    else
    but
    thanks
    and giving..
    7th book 7th
    seal what ever you call iT it’s heAR..
    And now for sun
    and sand
    dance
    as life
    both
    SinGs
    and
    DancES when FReED..:)

  14. WeLL.. at this point
    after a quick jaunt
    to see what’s going on
    at dVerse for tHeir Tuesday
    prompt on City niGht liGhts.. there
    are only 12 liNks noW and.. i reAlly
    like my FriEnd Kim there as she alWays
    seems to recognize my humanity when i
    visit her with poetic comments with at least a like
    or smiley face.. and surely tHeRE are soMe barren
    deserts.. i have been to as far as reciprocal social communication..
    goeS and she is the current prompt maker for Tuesdsay in poet style..
    but hey.. to reAlly
    get strong
    inSidE
    ya have
    to leARn
    iT like you
    do in school..
    with few rewards
    and even almost zero
    affirmation or even nay saying
    aS it’s not everyone that writEs a
    continuous free verse poetry novel on the go..
    hehe.. yeah.. it’s kinda like the Walrus.. to truly
    explore the extanTs of creativity one must free associate
    as many different factors.. variables.. and unnamables to get
    to the crux of
    something
    new
    and
    even
    exciting
    in new frontiers
    of inner UniVerse
    of being human as Rod
    Serling might still say and do..
    oh.. what a social critic he was and
    sort of misanthropic too.. and to tale the
    trUth i have yET to lose all hope in the human
    race or otherwise what good would it be to do my
    best in my own ‘little’ effort to help out.. so.. here i go..
    at this point.. 12 liNks sounds like a breeze.. not sure how
    iT will fiT iN WiTh the Song but iF i listen to iT while i read
    it wiLL likely
    fiLter in
    as this
    entire
    eARTh
    is a city
    liGht at
    niGht seen from
    space as the liGht
    of Human becomes dArker
    in replacing sunliGht with electronic
    bulbs of whatever they are noW making
    those things out of Now attached to brick
    and mortar and steel and such structures..
    i’m not much for height or skyscrapers.. i’m
    more down to earth with cat paws glued to sand
    and sun
    in joy..
    but never
    the less i can
    liGht uP a Super
    WalmARt or a Dance
    Hall at niGht in liGht
    WiTh more than those bulb
    constructs of and in buildings at night
    and cities of human made liGht same..
    hmm.. A light is generated from within..
    too.. better
    experienced
    than seen..
    city..
    or town
    or dance
    hall.. same even
    Super Walmart now
    with Turkeys lining uP to STiLL be bOught..;)

    Hi.. Kim..
    City liGhts
    are nice but here
    not as colorful as beach
    niGhts.. what i really love
    mosT iS diatoms
    iN Summer
    sAlt water of
    Gulf Ocean
    EvEnings where
    sand exists beyond
    toes to dreAms of
    love as
    shore
    lines wash
    humans togEtheR mOre..:)

    just a note here..
    i remember a deep
    sadness on Christmas..
    actually a jealousy in
    the dead zone days.. where
    my mother had lined cards
    up from all her friends over the
    years and that was missing conspicuously
    from the mantle of
    my
    home
    life then..
    yeah.. sure.. perhaps
    it’s a woman thing
    and not a man
    thing to have
    long life
    friends particularly
    when girl ones find husbands
    and move on as such.. and life goes
    on.. anyway.. i write greeting cards every
    wHeRE i go.. just ’cause i can.. and trUly
    they come from heARt wHether the stranger
    sees me as the friEnd i see them
    as or not..
    hmm..
    it’s like
    school.. you
    do it for the doing
    with never a reward
    more than
    a grade
    of pass
    or fail…
    i choose to pass..
    iT
    oN..;)

    Now back
    to greeting
    folks in Fredmark way..;)

    DArk roads passing by college
    dormitories lit up with students
    warming each other
    with school
    day ways
    of life..
    commuter from
    small town way..
    peanut butter sandwiches
    munched in car to survive..
    oh.. i wanted
    to be
    a member
    in a larger
    fraternity/sorority
    of the human race much
    more.. just me then and
    A 11 year old Ford Maverick
    in colder cloudy November nights/days
    there in parking lot.. with crumbs
    of bread
    from
    sandwiches
    falling
    to
    vinyl mats colder
    skies of grey
    night lone
    and
    darker
    lit windows
    of car liFe school..:)

    Indian skylights
    oF all the worlds
    shine acCoss the
    sky.. no depths of limits
    as far as eYeS can see..
    or are they
    hanging
    lights
    on
    flat
    land.. so.. far…
    iMagiNations carry..:)

    Well.. my friEnd..
    considering i just
    used A day in the
    life for a muse of
    just another free verse
    line in a day of me.
    i’ll go with
    Abbey
    Road/
    Lane
    and London
    as my guess on
    wHere this bench
    and cobbled sidewalk
    of historial significance
    winds on as street liGhts
    shimmer stones of memories more…
    if not..
    just
    another muse..
    seriouSly.. iF all
    news becomes muse..
    it’s hard to be disappointed
    by night
    lights
    or
    dArk liGhts new..;)

    Ugh..
    yeah..
    erbiage..
    that smell..
    that concrete
    midnight city taste..
    something
    empty..
    so
    long..
    so long
    from home..
    gone…
    night
    lights
    sAd
    SonG..:)

    sMiLes.. i grew up
    on the shore of a river
    downtown where a five and dime
    was the meeting place then..
    replacing the
    area of
    home
    with a river
    walk.. a place noW
    of bands and mingling
    red state folks in Summer
    and even fall Now too..
    but sure..
    a River
    is always
    an attraction
    beyond concrete
    lights and stores..
    bottom lines.. nice to see
    people now togetHeR.. further
    than a Walmart and Mall Aisle..far..;)

    Night walkers.
    vampires of the
    night in spirit escaping
    broad day light oF eYes
    that no longer stand A Sun..
    i literally was
    one of those
    creatures for
    years before.. my
    friend.. without
    the ability to
    physically
    tolerate
    light or
    sound..
    symptom of
    the worst pain known
    to mankind.. tolerated as
    hell.. type two trigeminal
    neuralgia from wake to sleep
    for 66 months total.. in real hell here..
    3 am.. the only time i went out when all was
    quiet.. and street liGhts lit eYes behind sHades
    like the noon day sun.. what i did lEArn then
    was
    to
    look
    within
    as tHeRe
    was no longer
    any place outside
    otHer than dARk..
    how happy i was
    to finAlly
    fiNd
    liGht
    inSide
    impossible
    to extinguish now
    more as the blind and
    deaf in pain lEArn to see inside..:)

    i must say..
    i would love
    to see the Eiffel
    tower all lit up at
    niGht
    but the
    wife.. oh
    no.. her
    OCD
    would
    say it’s
    crooked.. i gotta
    get out of here and
    straighten those towels across
    the bathroom wall..
    and no.. i’m
    sort of
    not
    kidding..
    and thanks
    God.. she keeps me in line2..
    sort
    of..;)

    sMiLes.. can relate
    with Dysautonomia..
    they say a life long condition..
    not technically detected until
    my late 40’s..
    but well
    before
    then..
    in an emergency
    room.. they could
    find no blood pressure
    for me too.. it was a bit
    of a religious
    experience
    i might
    say too..
    at 21.. then..
    for them at least.. hehe..
    but wasn’t much fun in a real way
    later in life when i almost did not recover.. with a side
    of total exhaustion to exacerbate the symptoms then..
    interestingly.. aspects of it do mimic Addison’s disease..
    and for me dancing like an Olympic athlete with strength
    training same
    makes it
    non-existent
    in symptoms now..:)

    LiGhts of Christmas
    niGhts before A Sun
    makes a three day sTall
    in the sky and moves toward
    A liGht of Easter and SprinG
    sAMe of new and floWerRinG liFe
    more after fAll and
    WiNter
    to SumMer’s
    bRing oF beauty more..
    City liGhts of liFe SpRing2..
    eventuAlly
    from
    WiNter
    dARk..
    Other than that
    Hi.. Lynn.. nice to
    see you at the end aGain..
    celebrating my 16th chapter in 2K..sixteen..
    of a 7th book totaling 12 million words tomorrow..
    giving thanks more..
    in 6 years..
    as just
    a note..
    aNotHeR
    beFore
    i DancE and SinG oN..:)

    sMiLes.. if tHere
    was anyway i could
    explain the office
    politics of night
    lights
    in big
    cities..
    to my
    cat he would
    just shake his
    head and say
    shake
    his
    head and say..;)

    i most often find
    as a dragon
    of late
    night
    dance
    i get so
    many more
    dances when i
    drag no fair maidens off into the
    night
    as
    words
    get
    around
    about dragons..
    and on top of that
    my wife IS A fairest of them all..
    and i’m
    sort of
    kidding
    and i
    am
    not..
    as some
    of this i can
    prove in broad band online..;)

    And as ending note here as i consume
    all twelve links as poet dragons will..
    i trust no
    bible
    that
    has no
    lust and or
    humor inserted
    free verse aS Such..;)

    5:08 pm 11232016..:)

  15. https://anarmchairperfectionist.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/routines/

    Ha!.. guess.. i’ll go first..
    first of all i have an actual
    Syndrome named Asperger’s..
    diagnosed at age 47.. only as
    a side note of physical illnesses and
    such at that age coming from severe
    and chronic 2 year fight or flight stress..
    yes.. for 2 years or so in the work place..
    somewhat common these
    days as multi-tasking
    humans to
    death
    per efficiency.. humans
    as tools has now become
    a new age rule.. anyWay..
    repetitive restrictive special
    interests.. is a natural routine of that
    syndrome.. and for me it’s a numbers
    game as you may have guessed by now
    already.. hehe.. moving from 18 years at the
    same job at a Bowling Center.. part of 25.. working
    for the government and eventually moving up a ladder
    to the stress part of that and watching children grow up before
    from baby to having children age then in a cheers like environment
    where a significant portion of the population of the town could recognize
    me as the Bowling Alley guy.. 8 years in college for 4 degrees.. before the
    5th.. actually.. with kindergarten and 12 years before the 1st Associate’s degree..
    Bowling Alley routine.. hey.. yep.. any job will do better than none.. haha.. and
    then a close to 33 month stint without effective use of eyes and ears to
    get mostly shut in like the Hunch Back of Notre Dame with the worst
    pain known to humankind that went 33 months more after i started
    writing one word coming to 12 million online today.. as this is
    the day i celebrate that 6 year routine and numbers too.. and
    yes.. another routine i picked up was responding to every
    single post Prajakta has written in about 2 and
    a half years now.. after meeting her
    writing on dVerse.. as i enjoy
    the fact that she writes
    about something
    different
    and interesting
    every time i come here
    that broadens my understanding
    about how she looks at life as a young
    professional woman working in India..
    where i find from my online adventures
    that these people living there i meet in broad band way..
    are almost always nice without fail.. could have something
    to do with tHeir overall respect for nature.. as the monkey roams
    free.. hehe.. too.. over there.. not so much over here.. and that is
    kinda sad as dominate nature is kinda the rule of routine here..
    ugh.. as the smoke stacks continue to pollute the air.. not
    as much.. at least.. what else.. well that’s probably
    enough as you know
    i
    could
    go on..
    but for now
    Happy days here..
    alWays a pleasure
    to visit my friEnd from
    India.. Prajakta.. and i like
    the way that names sounds
    as it seems so so original.. too..
    and of course PS.. dance walking about
    6500 miles now in 39 months every place
    i go in public where mostly the entire metro
    area has totally forgotten i was the bowling
    alley guy and am now called the dancing guy.. life is good..
    like Forrest Gump says too.. if you saw that movie..
    as the
    feather
    floats
    life wHeRE the flow goes..
    as just another routine dances and sings..
    as i ready for my 136th dance week tonight
    with all the cool college age folks here
    in the metro are dance hall.. and
    add to my collection of
    over a thousand
    photos of
    sweet
    smiling
    young
    women
    dancing with me around
    3 AM iN new age selfie style too..
    as a feather continues to get around..
    in somewhat super epic
    routine.. iN
    SMiLes
    Style.. thanks.. for giving.. i needed
    this prompt today.. iT fits wRite iN.. as routines do..;)

    *metro area
    (also a very
    strange perfectionist
    i am too..;)

  16. What better day than
    Thanks Giving for family
    memories.. Father and Mother
    back in ’59 marriage.. And Grandmother
    on Mother’s side at age 56.. yes ..my age now
    in image below.. on
    the left on her river
    front home in Down
    Town Milton with
    my Father’s
    Mother..
    my Grandmother
    on his right here at age 47..
    and my Father at age 27 in both
    photos and Mother at age 24.. marriage
    ages for both back in ’59.. in Down Town Milton..:)

    No doubt.. an after
    Saint Rose Catholic
    Church photo.. somewhere
    around 7 or 8 years old
    with Mother of
    course.. sister
    at 6 or 7.. and
    my Mother’s first
    Ford Fairlane car
    in the background on
    River Front home and
    i wasn’t quite what one might
    name as photogenic back in those
    days
    never really
    looking at the
    camera it seems..
    anywhere but and that
    issue wasn’t over then..
    oh the
    wonders
    of the Forest
    Gump Autism
    like spectrum as such..;)

    See.. i told ya so..
    while i have no problems
    smiling at a selfie..
    it becomes
    ‘a little more’
    complicated when
    someone else takes the photo..
    for this Thanks Giving Day photo..
    2016..
    with Mother
    at her apartment..;)

    And.. finAlly.. a somewhat
    Nuclear Family photo
    with Mother
    and Wife
    Katrina.. also
    celebrating T-Day
    2016.. hmm.. as now
    i ready for Thursday Night
    Metro Dance Celebration with
    all the Cool Turkey Day folks
    at old Seville Quarter
    for the 136th week..
    running behind
    on today’s
    Celebratory 723rd
    Macro Verse for “12
    MilLioN ThanksGiVinG Words 2016”..
    after a long day visiting Katrina’s family
    too.. with a few photos coming of that too
    in the coming Macro-Verse iF it
    gets finished before
    dance commences
    with more photos of that
    coming around 3 am in the
    wee hours of bLack
    Friday shopping
    with no
    matter what
    goeS oN tHEre..
    i’d rather juST SinG and DancE..
    keep on keepinG on whiSpeRing a
    messAGe of more.. sounding a horn
    or such as celebration at the end
    and the beginning
    sAme
    alWaYs
    noW..
    as ending trivia
    note at the of my
    second grade year
    at a Catholic Private School
    in Tallahassese.. they voted
    me Wittiest Boy and i had no idea
    what Witty meant then in metaphor
    ways.. as i sWear.. bEinG a clown cAme
    all natural to me..
    then
    2..;)

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