20 Responses to OVengate 2016

1. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 28, 2016 at 12:53 PM

   A quick trip over to Blogger
   Poet friEnd Rafiah’s place in
   the interim of waiting for all those
   photos to download.. hehe.. for the
   last Epic MacroVerse.. “OVengate 2016”..
   trip as it were all over the place..
   yes.. globAlly as such too..
   and i respond to
   Rafiah’s now
   Fictional Narrative
   of a Cozy November Story
   with these words
   of hope and joy..

   https://theordinarilyordinary.wordpress.com/2016/11/23/fictional-cozy-life-in-november/

   Keep writing iT
   and it wiLL
   evenTuAlly
   Be with AcTinG of course..
   Guy De Maupassant.. as i Wiki
   him now.. was/is surely another
   soul of writing
   who struggled
   much too..
   better
   lived
   than
   written
   my friend..
   better written
   and lived my friEnd.. Rafiah..
   As dreAms are yoUrs for FruiTioN..:)

   juSt
   A forTune…
   Cookie..;)

   Yes… i juSt
   called you Cookie2..;)

   Hello..:)

   Rafiah responds
   on Thursday that if i want
   to meet her magical friend
   Momina i will have to
   got to
   Pakistan
   and i say..

   SMiLes.. my friEnd Rafiah..
   if you can
   feel
   me..
   i’m
   already
   tHeRe..;)

   And then back
   in response to
   what i wrote up
   there.. regarding
   cookies.. she says..

   Nobody calls me Cookie.
   I never knew I’ll like it so much being called Cookie.
   Heart Emoticon

   And i say
   in final summary..

   sMiLes.. aGain..
   my friEnd Rafiah..
   one can come to appreciate
   cookies very much as one may
   not receive
   them
   all the time..
   And one of my
   favorite parTS of
   what i like to call
   Holy and
   Sacred
   Thursday
   is that is the
   day i most often
   hear from Cookie FriEnd
   Rafiah from Pakistan ..now
   for two and a half years.. a
   cookie who lasts for me…;)

   AnyWay.. now back to play
   on a 725th Macro-Verse of
   continuing Longest Long
   Form Poem in the
   history
   of
   humankind
   technically now
   speaking as such
   as this one is way way
   way too long to ever put
   fully in paper form sTiLL
   exceeding 3.3 milLioN
   words approaching
   4 MilLIoN too..
   as words
   do
   go on
   as usual here..

   yeah.. writer’s..
   block.. NO.. this is
   writER’s TsUnaMi.. HA HA..;)

   And after almost 2 months of constant
   drought a storm is coming tonight
   and for the next
   two
   forecast
   days as the
   wind is bloWinG
   uP out side and
   Sun and sAnd
   dance
   awaits
   me
   as i fly one with
   water and wind ALL
   Barefeet as such wHOle..;)

   But first.. i’LL do Lunch
   to fuel
   the rest
   with some
   more Thanks
   GiVinG left
   overs
   as they
   also DO go oN..;)

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2. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 28, 2016 at 3:11 PM

   WeLL.. considerRinG
   i am very much like
   a modern
   age
   Jesus..
   i’LL weigh
   in on this pizza gate
   ‘you’ are spreading and raise
   the dARk noW to liGht with some
   OVen Gate.. y noT.. as we kNow
   little men hide behind faceless
   avatars on the Internet.. huh..
   hehe.. anyWay.. world
   class martial
   artists.. ballet
   dancers and
   folks like
   me who leg
   press 1020 LBS 33 times
   by feat of the hiGher power
   of God within and feet of course..
   haha.. don’t need to shy away from
   showing tHeir face as they have God
   to take care of tHeir back side per se..
   anyWay.. there is a clause in the Old T Ten
   Commandments that STiLL says False Witness is
   really not cool.. and in the case of doing this and
   actually inciting violence.. you CAN get into really big
   criminal trouble ..as trust me.. working for the Government
   for a Quarter of a Century.. i am well versed with laws and
   rules too.. beyond a current still exceeding 3.3 million word
   longest long form poem effort in witness for God and let’s just
   say currently likely God’s most prolific cheerleader as such free
   lance
   on the
   loose wild
   and free.. yes
   praise dance public iN
   martial arts and ballet-like
   style now for about 6500 miles
   in 39 months and if i remember i’ll
   let you know and feel it when i get to
   6666 miles as that’s like the Golden Spiral
   Phi mean of God 4 times numbers noW as SiX
   symbols as such too.. as one sees Now all around
   Nature as the finger print of God.. within.. inside
   outside… above.. so below and all around down to
   Subatomic Quantum Physics to the largest oF MoVinG
   Celestial Bodies in space as such.. sure.. the Milky way
   too.. a fetus.. a curled cat.. a Nautilus shell as the Pattern
   of God moves on both in form and essence in spiraling way..now..
   what else.. oh yeah.. back to the topic at hand..OVengate 2016..
   i’LL give
   yA a
   link all
   commercial
   free as me and
   God have a personal
   one to one relationship
   one as man in the mirror
   as such too.. ALL FReED.. so here aLL thaT iS..

   OVengate 2016

   Oh.. and by A way.. based on somewhat inside sources.. your commercials
   are soon likely going away as you cannot continue to libel folks and potentially
   incite violence now as some of your documented comments are already alluding
   to here in response to the lies you are spreading that have ZERO BASIS IN FACT..
   as the investigations have already proven in the world that has a head still on its
   shoulders as such.. all rational and logical as such.. not founded in illusory fears
   where groups of folks get togeTheR.. as science shows human misery loves company
   still in pockets on the Internet and among folks who elect folks who grab crotches
   with status and power and such as that.. anyway.. Trump is getting a bit boring
   and predictable as he comes back to the corporate ways of life.. away from
   the same snake oil sales person illusory fears you employee here
   to make Google pennies that add up with the ads that
   will likely soon go away and
   leave..
   poof..
   no money
   to be made
   off of false witness
   too.. not only thaT.. you
   wiLL alReady face the face
   to face Karma of God as tHeRE
   is no escaping the God of Nature my
   FriEnd who lives in no book alone and is totAlly
   Karmic free in terms of positive actions in liGht
   or the negative actions in dARk like this that result
   in yes..
   you guessed
   it.. dArk consequences
   too.. potentially far beyond
   just losing your Google pennies
   in ad revenue here in your continuance
   of bearing false witness against your
   brothers
   and sisters
   with GOD LiVinG
   noW inside no less
   or more than you
   my friEnd iN dARk
   or liGht God.. rules Free noW
   in Karmic eYes that FeeL/SenSE and kNow
   more that what you think you hide here Now..
   anyWay..
   an invitation
   to the liGht side
   remains open noW as
   alWays but your activity
   is getting too nefarious here
   for me to be any pARt oF it
   in the future as
   iT is
   equally
   disgusting
   as what
   you now
   lie about here
   with zero evidence still..
   have a nice day and thanks for
   the dArkest of poetic muse and news
   as liFe goes on for those raptured in
   liGht
   as well
   as dARk
   alWays
   noW Now
   my FriEnd
   who’s lost so
   lost noW and
   hope you can Now
   find your way out
   of all this darkness you create..
   and the other literal millions of
   folks who do this like you do now..:)

   Reply
3. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 28, 2016 at 4:53 PM

   Off to dVerse
   wHere there is
   no theme but
   a guideline
   for Haibun
   and Haiku
   that i will for go
   in muse and change
   to all Fredbun and Fredku
   combined oneku.. not unlike
   the Fredfu.. i will be doing all
   free verse in
   martial
   arts
   style
   a little
   later after
   dinner at
   the military gym
   of course.. only 10
   links to this point of date..
   so.. should be somewhat of a
   breeze
   of
   muse
   to move
   here for a while
   now@leASt for fUN..:)

   Leaves of tears
   run dry as drought
   over takes
   the
   moisture
   for decompose
   and fertilize more..
   storm front rising higher
   cloud tops coming lower
   respite
   of water..
   Nature’s
   tears..
   welcome
   relief.. rain delivers..:)

   At the Catholic
   temple i frequent
   every Sunday since
   September of 2013..
   it IS
   A chalice
   empty like
   any human
   without a DancE of SonG
   aS HeARt gRows togETher Ocean
   wHole.. chalice fiLLs SonG oF Human SpiRit
   heARts moRe iN miNds and boDys BaLanCinG
   SpiRit as
   aLive spReads
   A messAGe oF liGht..
   iN senSinG and FeeLinGS
   more than words wiLL ever say..
   thE Force DanceS SinGs togeTher withiN..
   iNside.. outsiDe.. aBove.. so beLoW and all ‘roUnd..:)

   i can’t say i’ve
   often played in
   snow.. these greyhounds
   are lucky today as they experience
   a beauty
   feel of
   Nature
   clean to behold
   in paws that feel
   the earth and cold
   and snow flakes
   as integral
   paRts
   no different than
   the pads that balance
   tHeir orbit uPon the EARth..:)

   sMILes.. wife and
   i retired early with
   unexpected disabilities..
   and sure they are invisible
   but the best thing oF aLL iS
   we rarely
   journey
   away
   from
   each otHeR
   and that my
   FriEnd IS A silver
   liNing iN paiN oF beFore..:)

   Myth and meaning
   purpose and
   nature
   mixing
   words
   with
   emotions
   and senses..
   fairy tales
   are real
   when
   lived
   more than words..
   poEtry comes aLiVe..:)

   erbiage responds by
   saying.. and i quote..

   “We make our world. Fantasy becomes reality.
   In the beginning was the word. Poetry is grave, serious, magical”

   And then i return wiTh..

   WINks my friEnd..
   ConsideRing liGht
   Moves faster than
   Sound i’LL go wiTh
   DancE then SonG
   Never the less..
   So let iT bE
   Written.. so
   Let’s juSt
   Do iT
   MaGiC
   SonG
   MaKes DancE..:)

   Oh.. Lord yes.. now..
   my friend.. two months
   iN A Panhandle of
   Florida
   with
   only
   sprinkles
   ‘tween.. grey
   skies and barometer
   lowering depresSing
   dArk and
   exCitinG
   as
   storm
   oF liFE soon comes
   iN Thunder head wake Joy..:)

   SMiLes..
   my FriEnd..
   never done a
   plane but a monthly
   tour bus to casinos while
   my wife plays with one armed
   bandits just
   with free
   play
   buckS hehe..
   and i dance
   the beaches
   free and focus
   is alWays better
   oN board bus
   wiTh just
   A hum of diesel
   MoVinG art oF words plUs..:)

   sMiLes.. livinG
   iN Sunny albeit
   drought fELt beach
   lands lately..
   beauty to
   behold..
   but no
   snow..
   mountains
   or valleys low..
   emoTioNs
   carry
   Nature
   on iN sAme
   as human crucible
   fire of star senSinG withiN
   pArts of EArTh are misSinG A SpiRit
   oF moRe.. iN SoUl fELt heArt ways new..:)

   WeLL.. back
   to the beach
   heRe.. Emerald waves..
   salt air sugar white sands..
   sea oats breezing pure white
   gulls gulf
   i am
   all oF
   Ocean
   iS wHOle..
   First oNE at 18..
   Second OnE at 21..
   53 stayed ONe to
   date aT 56 ONE
   Ocean wHole continues..
   hiStory oF Lamp liT for me2..;)

   Hmm.. mysterious
   Dog named
   Fred..
   can’t
   say i haven’t
   heard oF one
   version
   of that
   recently..
   hehe..
   but in my case..
   it is more like a lamb
   in wolves clothing.. strange dog he is2..;)

   Connections..
   long and
   short
   no
   matter
   what..
   Connections
   true when warm..:)

   Hi.. Allison.. first..
   a quick note.. the
   link you provided
   takes one to the
   Word Press New post screen..
   anyWay.. i found
   you with
   Google..
   no problem..

   Now to
   your
   poem..

   Hurricanes
   in Florida surely
   make the power kNown
   of Nature in its awesome
   Force.. wHere Ivan of 2004
   took
   down
   the iNfrastructure
   in one winds swipe..
   funny thing..
   WE neighbors
   had a cook-out
   for the first time
   ever with Hurricane outAges..
   proving what’s missing overall
   in life these days with front porches
   rarely
   used
   iN home AC/DC
   eNtertainment lives..:)

   Amazing to thiNk..
   my friEnd as
   nows go
   by.. so far..
   cemeteries
   of the future
   will be flowered
   and colored by
   Blogs juSt like this..
   transhumanism.. in uploading
   soUls.. 15 minutes of fAMe.. a lifetime forever captured..
   may be legends.. wHo kNows Feels.. moRE.. noW
   as
   long
   as
   servers.. serve
   A soUl uP oNline..
   wHo FeeLs.. kNoWs perHaps
   A thouSAnd yeARs oF eYes..aLiVe
   as soUls rain
   on
   wiTh HeARt
   And SpiRit aS
   words.. eTc.. beCome flesh..:)

   That Covers
   13 at 6 pm..
   11282016..:)

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 29, 2016 at 11:29 AM

   UniVersity of sMaRt phone
   with lectures delivered
   for free in bed..
   some of my favorites
   are Ted Talks.. and even
   Conspiracy Theory Sites as i am
   interested as a Participant Observer
   Anthropologist.. as sure.. one who holds from ’83..
   a college degree.. in the actual field of Anthropology
   that is really not something that most anyone ever uses
   for an actual occupation for pay.. but a lifelong interest in
   the human condition with some foundation of understanding that
   folks are alike and different sAMe in all cultures in all periods of
   human history and even pre-history too.. yields to a person
   who is more open minded than one who believes
   in just this book or that book.. these
   expanded horizons that High
   School courses and
   Sunday school..
   referencing the
   deeper ideas of
   folks restricted by religious
   beliefs thousands of years ago..
   can go so much further/deeper now than the
   chains of before.. and even better.. most everyone
   who has an open enough mind to seek and find can
   BOTH seek and find a tremendous wealth of enhancing
   all types of human intelligenceS in the broad band new age
   unabridged bible when most all humans are provided an avenue/voice
   for what they learn and what they come to find as insights more of LiFe..
   so.. anyway.. my early morning in Bed smaRt Phone University included Ted
   talks on highly sensitive people.. how to enhance the strength of your mind
   away from negative thinking.. spirituality vs psychosis and how indigenous
   cultures view bio-neuro-diversity as gift rather than the so-called first world’s
   way of labeling anything from the vanilla norm.. as disorder and disease.. as
   it’s worth noting that not too long ago.. epileptics were considered demon
   possessed by the Church and homosexuality was considered a disease
   by the American Psychological Association DSM manuals for
   Psychiatric Disease.. ignorance runs deep in both the history
   of science and church with always more veils to lift
   for an original Greek Apocalypse Definition of
   just that..lifting the veils of ignorance..not
   always easy as the norm tends to
   fear the different in all the
   ways minorities of
   bio-neuro-diversity
   occur as free and
   wild existence struggles
   and potential thrives for continuing
   survival.. and the sad thing is.. on an individual
   level in small detail view.. each human has difficulty
   seeing a much larger Picture of God and Nature same
   where the very survival of the long term viability of the
   species depends on ALL THAT BIO-NEURO-DIVERSITY
   where ‘John and Mary’.. if they had tHeir way would
   make test tube clones of them as the only
   perfection from small human view they
   can currently see as the flea who
   sucks the blood from dog that
   is god seeing only small
   parts of dog hairs
   when there
   is so.. so much
   more to know and feel
   about the whole dog that
   some people see and feel more
   of and some folks do not.. the best part
   about pooling all of our experiences of life..
   IS Also stARTinG to see and feel more about the entire
   dog and not continue to be left with just hair of the dog for an
   entire life with all the veils of ignorance covering our potential
   in what can be complete and total Nirvana.. Bliss.. Satori.. Dao..
   yes.. Heaven Now.. for those who lEarn and feel the essence oF all
   that is aka god.. dog or whatever label one uses to cover the essence
   of all that is.. anyWay.. to discount any pArt of God.. no matter what it is..
   is to discount God Whole and to throw away pARts one does not understand
   or fears to understand and or feel.. as more of God now.. and yes that includes
   the study of conspiracy communities online as they are founded on narrow views
   of illusory fears but never the less those ignorant parts of Dog can bring much
   harm to others.. potentially in even ways of criminal violence if the dark
   parts of God like this are not given dark credence as the can and do
   affect and effect dark changeS in negative ways of society
   as pARt.. all of what it is.. as we are starting to see that
   false conspiracy news can actually
   harm others.. too.. so what to do..
   sure that’s what rules
   are for.. this is a new frontier
   of sharing information and feelings
   and senses and when that comes to harming
   other folk’s freedoms that’s when the rules of society
   must kick-in forms of new laws to avoid the anarchy
   of more folks getting harmed by ignorance that actually
   incites violence where freedom of information becomes bullets
   more than gold.. anyway that’s a hard call.. and ever changing
   but a necessary one for huge populations of heterogeneous
   humans to have individual freedoms that are not
   encroached by others who would rule
   those freedoms with dark
   of ignorance
   if they
   could force
   the world into
   that veiled mode
   once again.. where
   religious monarchies in veils
   of ignorance and illusory fears and
   empty promises force their ideas on others
   where if you wanna live in darkness go ahead
   as long as you do not harm others and force them
   into the misery loves company that is also known as
   a dark part of human Nature that does what it does to
   survive without much thrive.. and that’s one way iT goes on..
   a ball that surely can seem like confusion as days go by
   in all the heterogeneous cultural ways of dArk and liGht
   that do come as cultural differences to the nature
   of human too.. reflecting dArk illusory
   fearful ways of liFE or liGht
   Progression for positive
   adaptation and change
   which for some folks
   sadly is misery
   loves
   company..
   as i’ve studied
   this phenomenon on
   and off the Wrong Planet too..
   yes.. literally the internet site named
   that where the same kind of conspiracy
   theories about charitable organizations with
   Eugenics Nazi-like intents are driven as the
   same gospel truth that says there is a God of
   love that tortures folks forever and already knows
   it’s gonna happen from the get go when they create
   a place like that where as science shows some folks
   are born without the innate ability to love and only feel pain
   and harming others as pleasure.. like i said.. discount no source
   of human experience as not pertinent to the whole ball of God whether
   in balance or confusion.. anarchy.. imbalance same.. better to lEarn and
   understand and feel the pain and pleasure of others instead of shooting
   first..
   ’cause
   that’s
   just
   one person
   or this or that
   group thinks opinion
   to do what’s next in dark
   think and feel way of liFe noW..
   as we continue to gRow or stagnate Now..
   iN the Ocean wHole that is God both dARk
   and liGht ‘tween that and beyond Rainbow colors
   that i for one am currently gifted to see and feel all
   of this
   and
   more as
   again.. i discount
   no pARt of God as
   less important than anotHeR
   in the whole of all that is noW..
   oh yeah.. as the profile pic on FB
   of the day returns to Karmic eYe status..
   in introspective
   and extraspective
   wayS
   noW..
   stiLL
   waiting
   on rain that’s coming..:)

   AsABOVESUnbELOW

   AsABOVESUnbELOW.. as the Facebook
   Algorithm Macro-Verse memory
   generator from three years
   ago.. comes
   through
   without
   fail like
   any great
   assistant
   and or
   Secretary
   would or
   could
   do if totally
   automated and
   robotic..so.. sure.. Thank
   you Mr/Ms/FB Roboto.. for
   serving me so well and doing the
   job that no one else would have time
   to do for me free and brief reminder.. still
   behind on providing text only versions now of
   my last 5 Macro-Verses on Facebook Pages
   numbering three for folks who might care to
   read that who do not have the Broad
   Band Access and Computer
   Horsepower
   to
   open
   up hundreds
   of Multi-Media
   photos in some
   Macro-Verses too..
   as note of yesterday’s
   “OVengate 2016”.. MacroVerse
   too.. well.. anyway.. i used to be.. yes..
   very poor in terms of dollar bills.. where
   even with quite a few in the bank to last the
   rest of my life.. most of my thrills are almost
   totally dollar free.. as truth be told i was a rather
   thrilled and happy young lad to be alive and free
   working at a Bowling Center making three dollars
   and sixty nine cents an hour in 1984 after graduating
   from College with three degrees as money is as good as
   getting you the stuff you think and feel you NEED FOR LIFE..
   be happy
   with
   having
   happy
   IS A
   best way
   for me to DancE
   and SinG FReED and
   sPeaKinG of juSt that.. in
   this three year old Macro-
   Verse memory i continue to
   explore the deeper pARts of balancing
   life then.. including balancing the feminine
   and masculine divine elements of my being
   inside.. outside.. as above.. so below and of course..
   all around.. and the thing about this is.. i was uniquely
   qualified.. after existing in hell for 66 months of already going
   to the lowest lowest Dante level of thAT i can personally imagine..
   so.. freeing myself into Heaven was a rather easy task where most
   folks couldn’t possibly imagine why i would model my self freely in
   somewhat of a feminine pose with a wolf shirt on and that’s about it
   except for briefs and stuff.. and then move down to mirrored pictures
   of Nature on a family farm of a pond and sunset celebrating thanks giving
   then.. with photo of my self not too flattering and a little pudgy around the
   belt albeit plenty of gun on top with arms that still curled 200LBs plus then
   at about 220 lbs.. where i actually looked overweight then as compared to
   230 plus lbs today.. although all these ThanksGiving desserts are
   adding up quick around the belt too.. hehe.. as sure this was
   after ThanksGiving too.. where i rearranged the
   body mass soon after that too.. as
   change happens
   for those
   who
   continue
   to adapt
   to challenge
   and struggle in dArk and Negative way.. and
   juSt do change in positive light ways.. although..
   all those desserts were certainly very very tasty..
   anyway.. i found exploring both the feminine
   and masculine balance
   naked free in
   all the
   ways
   that art
   came and
   still comes very
   liberating.. insightful
   and leading to much much
   more creativity and productivity..
   totAlly freeing emotions and senses
   as the dance and fight as SonG of mY soUL
   continued.. yes.. more naked and free as that 2013
   year went on from King David underwear to celebrating
   God in what most folks might think iS in vile and naked ways..
   however that’s culture and the norms of culture.. where once
   in a new renaissance age at least the elite or top 5 percent
   of folks who were educated
   did the art form of
   the human
   body sculpting
   and painting
   of naked holy
   and sacred same..
   no different than the
   Ancient Egyptians too..
   and folks far far before that
   in prehistory way of petroglyphs
   wHeRe a male dancing in ALL his
   glory was not an uncommon art
   to be captured in stone
   carved
   paintings
   not much
   different than
   one of the first
   Egyptian God’s..
   ‘Min’ of fertility fully
   exposed like that too..
   as hey.. it’s reaLiTy thaT’s
   most often covered up in Victorian
   still leaning art that would rather see
   headless murdered victims than pleasurable gifts from God
   for all giving and sharing for those who gain enough freedom
   to art
   that
   too..
   hmm.. naked
   and free.. life’s too
   short not to play naked..
   unless you’re scared.. i ain’t scared..
   and after i finished that exploration
   and continue own with it
   i own
   fearless
   from head
   to toe.. in ways
   of ballet.. and
   martial arts
   fully
   naked in
   all the ways that comes2..:)

   And sure.. a couple of those works
   of art generated in the range of 300
   to 400 hundred thousand likes on one
   of my Google Blogs as already documented
   in my blogs for proof with screen shot of the
   stats.. one partially clothed in the 300K range
   and one fully not clothed in the 400K range
   and sure
   it was
   when
   the
   blog was
   named my Free
   Lance Stripper blog
   when all the views were
   attracted.. Free Verse
   Nude Poetry
   doesn’t
   nearly
   generate
   quite the likes
   of that although the
   views are steadily increasing..
   as like it or not.. it’s art at the hiGhest
   levels of human expression and nah..
   ain’t the first one to say that.. Michelangelo
   just didn’t have the tools to do it in the flesh like i do..
   as a self project as such.. coming in full with the nerds
   who provide the tools.. and folks like me who take full
   advantage to go where not many humans beings are brave enough to go..
   prepare ye a way had to come first.. in mechanical cognition way and now the art..
   FREE
   heART
   MORE..
   iN God
   eYes of WiLd
   and LoVing smARt
   And Fearless too FReED..:)

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5. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 29, 2016 at 2:50 PM

   Facebook Friend and all around cool dancing
   friend from Old Seville.. Cortney.. expresses
   some concern over what a waiter did.. calling
   her Young Lady at a delicious
   place of serving food and i
   respond in rather short
   story style to this restaurantial concern..

   i still occasionally get called young man by
   older customer service patriarchs and some
   get a surprised look that i’m older than them..
   as it’s often when they catch
   me in the act of dance..
   but on the other
   hand.. visiting my
   Aunt Christina in the nursing
   home.. the nice lady in the next
   bed.. looked at Katrina and said..
   you have a beautiful child.. hmm..
   she doesn’t mind it @46 but i have to admit
   @24.. in ’83.. graduating with three degrees..
   and still having to manage three part time jobs..
   including Janitor.. Archaelogy Research Associate..
   and Book Store Clerk.. when the cop stopped me outside
   the bank i was cleaning and radioed in.. it’s just the clean-up
   boy that was a little deflating.. what i eventuAlly lEarned was/is
   what i think/feel/sense
   about myself
   is totAlly all that
   counts.. no matter if
   the comment now is legend
   or fool.. i for one am having
   legendary fun
   in my mind
   and body
   at
   most..
   Young Lady
   is actually a sign
   of respect in Southern
   Speak and it’s pretty normal
   for flight students to get sweetie
   and get upset about it in the convenience
   stores.. yeah that reminds me.. i get a lot of the
   honey and sweetie from the older female customer
   service representatives.. it goes over better than crazy.. hehe..;)

   Cortney responds with..

   I would never call someone that ever lollol

   And i do my best to be somewhat
   dry as humorous by saying..

   (in reference to another reported comment
   the waiter said about the menu items)

   Oh.. by A way… ‘Stupid Awesome’
   is so good.. you don’t have to thiNk about it..
   that’s
   my
   milestone.. NO GOALS..
   JuST be/do iT stupid aweSoMe noW..
   not uNlike art does
   what art is..;)

   And finally.. i call
   everyone.. no matter
   what their age is.. M’am
   or Sir.. if i do not know them..
   by name.. iN
   Bubba Southern comfort style..
   as sometimes i
   just go the
   easy
   route
   and copycat
   Without a F.. with TLC..:)

   And now i say.. i got called lots of nasty names in school.. particularly
   middle school.. and thank goodness i was mostly too naive and sheltered
   as such to know what they meant at the time other than scowly face as such
   by the perpetuators of the act of not kind.. and since then.. i’ve often stumbled
   and unwittingly said and done things that i had no idea would seem condescending
   to the one’s who received the normal Fredtalk.. per se.. in fact just the fact that i talk
   so much and write so much can probably seem at times condescending too.. but mostly
   i just enjoy life and go with the flow.. perhaps not always considering that everyone is not
   on a page
   quite
   as
   long as mine..
   and surely at times
   a little loud in volume
   as i tend to get inspired
   about what i am interested
   in speaking about as overall
   most everything is inspiring to me..
   as i have the happy disorder as crazy as
   it may sound that happy can be considered a
   disorder for being happy for no reason at all.. generally
   attributed to a label named as hypomania.. generally reflected
   in my way of looking at life about being very enthusiastic about
   being here after living in hell for 66 months of which the first 33 months
   i was generally speaking.. the hunch back of Notre Dame closed off from
   all means mostly in interpersonal communication.. particularly in feeling
   any warm and fuzzies that normal social animals feel as surely love too..
   anyway.. i can’t curtail the happy’s and refuse to go back to hell.. i suppose this
   has lost me many potential close friendships in life.. but what i found is when a person
   goes to hell they will not have a single person follow them in tHeRE for very long at least
   until they become just another part of the furniture that they surely cannot help too.. there
   are so many aspects of heaven and hell that most folks have not visited and many likely
   that i have not either.. as we are all individuals in the view of our individual UniVerses that
   are truly myriad and changing some nows drastically as life goes on.. anyway i go on.. it’s safe
   to
   say
   now
   at most..
   and the whole
   thing reminded
   me of that Song
   Lady by Styx and
   makes all of this well worth it
   for how i kNow and feel and sense liFE noW..;)

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6. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 29, 2016 at 3:41 PM

   Primarily pilfered from the Pope’s patio….

   AnyWay.. for me at least..
   Heaven IS A Singularity..
   a place of alWays reneWed
   in enthusiasm wHere one is
   never bored and alWays ready
   for the neXt big fun thing to do alWays
   noW.. and surely technology provides many
   avenues to do this too.. as Lord kNows and FeeLs
   thEre are not many social Gathering places otHeR than
   Bars.. Churches.. Work.. School.. and such like Super Duper
   Walmart
   and other
   places for
   mostly buy
   that can fill up
   one simply by social
   connecting force in moVing
   conNecting creatinG way more..
   Hmm.. tHeRe is an infinite number
   in practicality for purposes and meanings
   for a human beinG to be totAlly immersed
   in FloW iN ZoNE for Heaven alWays noW..
   but of course it helps to be a free agent..
   with no money worries
   directing.. producing
   and acting
   free
   one’s
   own game of
   life with rules determined
   individuAlly on the fly of what
   and where and when to go neXt..
   to juST do as such.. first noW.. a stop at the
   gigoid place of collected wisdom of the ages
   from now most all the sAGes and then to see what
   dVerse has to offer after that and then tHeRe’s dance
   and more free stuff to do like that..yes.. the world is my
   oyster
   as i
   individually
   Pearl oN iN
   beYond Rainbow
   colors as such above
   and below plain black and white..;)

   First oF aLL.. my
   FriEnd gigoid in
   reference
   to the
   Giant
   President
   of a tree you
   offer in illustration
   of photo today.. like
   Vanessa Williams and
   oTheRs sinG you’ll never
   know how tall the Sycamore can
   grow if ya cut it down without alloWinG
   iT to paint with all the colors of the winds..
   paraphrased of
   course with
   song
   as
   such too
   to go with all
   of this.. coming stuff..;)

   “Certainty is only a symptom of lack of imagination.”

   ~~ Subtle Bee ~~

   iMaGiNatTioN… hoMe of dReams
   And FruiTioN oF all
   cREaTiVity
   pluS uP..
   Productivity
   too and all so
   briLLiant iN FeeLinG
   SenNsinG kNOwinG
   when DancE and SunG
   without a dollar bill to hOld back..
   likes.. followers.. or share.. now oF
   limitations/expectations either.. hehe..;)

   “As you grow older, you’ll find the only
   things you regret are the things you didn’t do.”

   ~~ Zachary Scott ~~

   Unless one stays busy
   from birth to last
   eYe wiNk
   iN
   juSt
   doinG
   somEthinG new..
   And the age we livE noW..
   maKes thaT wiLL and Can Do..:)

   All liFE on eARtH
   is precious.. to see
   and feel that way is to strive to save it..
   from the scope of lifeless rocks in space..:)

   “You can get help from teachers,
   but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself,
   sitting alone in a room.”

   ~~ Theodore Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss) ~~

   Within..
   a lost
   art
   of
   BeinG hUman
   and the rest
   of the UniVerse
   pArt as WholE liFe..:)

   “Innocence is its own Defence.”

   ~~ Benjamin Franklin ~~

   NoThing
   to hide..
   iN eYes
   oF A grown Naked child..;)

   “”The superior man is the providence of the inferior.
   He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak,
   and a shield for the defenseless.
   He stands erect by bending above the fallen.
   He rises by lifting others.”

   ~~ Robert Green Ingersoll ~~

   Confidence
   meaSures
   how hiGH
   one applauds
   for the success and
   liFting uP oF aLL otHeRs..
   other
   folks
   build
   walls
   of many colors..:)

   “If you love the sacred and despise the ordinary,
   you are still bobbing in the ocean of delusion.”

   ~~ Lin-Chi ~~

   F iN
   maKe
   iT aLL
   HoLy
   F iN
   SacRed..;)

   “At times the wolves howl and the moon is silent.”

   ~~ George Carlin ~~

   And the Moon
   SinGs
   when
   blue
   corn DancEs..;)

   “In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments
   – there are consequences.”

   DePends
   oN
   whaT
   iS
   iS.. sAys..;)

   “Isn’t this my STOP?!”

   ~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~

   Don’t
   geT
   oFF thE
   wAve.. riDe
   it ‘tiLL iT Flies..:)

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7. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 29, 2016 at 4:15 PM

   WeLL.. one thing i must FeeL/SeNse/
   SinG/DancE.. iS the dVerse volunteer
   creative squad comes up with
   great prompts for muse
   and while i don’t
   exactly fit
   in with the
   expanded
   guidelines
   and rules to liNk..
   hehe.. like not allowing
   many photos to go along
   with words.. i continue to free
   lance on the trail juSt for FuN..
   to gRoW my LonGeST lOnG form
   poem ever in free verse style totAlly iN
   FloW iN ZoNe as HUman SingulAriTies go..
   and today’s prompt is about covering other poet’s
   works like covering songs.. i for one tend to pick up a
   general nuanced flavor from all the places i go that inspire
   me.. it’s how
   yA groW in
   CreaTivity
   as Free Association
   means traveling to
   as many avenues
   for inSpiRaTioN
   as one has the time
   now.. energy.. and effort
   to do and go.. and for me hehe..
   tHere are trUly few limits or expectations
   as i continued to expand way back when they
   were attempting to cut down my ever groWing taller
   and wider Sycamore aS the SpiRit of the HeARt of mY
   miNd and BoDy conTinUinG BaLanCinG soUL.. i gRoW
   and foR Now i’LL continue to cover new space wheRe few
   human BeinGS have dared to go.. in time now.. effort..and energy
   as John 14:12 in metaphor continues to go too.. for all those who
   sAid/say ain’t
   no stopping
   me now.. ain’t
   no mountain too
   hiGh.. we are gonna
   JuSt keep MoVinG HiGheR
   coNnecTinG and creATinG
   no matter what the FucK ya say or do..
   Bottom
   lines..
   WiLL
   And CAN
   juST Do iT FReED..;)

   First oF aLL..
   Bryan..thanks
   for a most
   interesting
   prompt..
   as i tEnd
   to coveR iT all..
   as i go on different
   sIDewalks of life.. often
   spirAling out of control as
   control is what ya do when ya
   work for the Government for over
   25 years.. anyWay.. or releGated to
   sidewalks from barefoot child meadows..
   concrete
   IS A place
   i no longer
   play as leaves
   of grass coMe
   toGeTheR As Green..
   over red and blue..
   piLLs oF ‘ForE.. par..;)

   Shovels.. gOld.. sAnd..
   tEars gRown Cold.. Ocean
   empties deep
   iNside
   of
   shy..
   Stripes bLoom..
   Wings flutter
   Tiger’s yAwn
   A new gRowl
   Dawn noW as
   Butter Fly
   Tiger
   floatS
   oN..;)

   TrULy.. it’s
   sAd to be
   separate
   from wHole
   not realiZinG
   fuller hUman poTenTial
   to create a world within
   that eXpanDs from iNside..
   outsiDe.. so aBove.. beLow
   all aRound creators wE..
   when not
   lost
   iN
   stuff oF
   otHeRs mOre..:)

   sMILes.. going in a way
   different trail on this..
   can’t help but to be
   reminded of the particularly
   fair maidens i dance with..
   one.. so unique.. then..
   so beautiful
   she was/is..
   almost
   swept away
   from waves and
   waves of potential
   suitors while she held
   on to my graying mane for safety..
   safe
   bet
   i am..
   for just
   a dance..
   as occasionAlly
   older guys rule…;)

   Fear.. stOne oF heARt
   kNows.. feels senses
   no liFt oF
   lonG..
   roads go
   on.. concrete
   and mountainous
   terRains.. fear lifts..
   no mountain
   too
   high
   for fLiGht
   oF senSinG FeeLing
   no.. kNow aT aLL..:)

   Love a bait
   a worm to fly
   fish iN wArm of
   day.. niGht coMes
   a fish
   loves
   back..
   lone
   fin
   to give and swim..:)

   Interesting poem
   and cover and
   iT can be MoVinG..
   as folks with high libido
   in all ways that now comes
   as science shows.. tend
   to be more
   liberal
   and
   open
   minded
   than those
   who have not
   greater explored
   the body over mind
   aT lEast iN BaLAnCinG both..
   as hEArt/SpiRit oF soUL.. no doubt..
   too.. iN paRt wHy many
   folks move more
   toward conservative.
   iF tHey leT tHeir floWer die..
   and that my friEnd iN somE ways
   predicts the last
   American Election
   rows of pews..
   rose
   of
   wilt..
   juSt a generaLiTy
   yes.. but dam.. i kNow/
   FeeL lots of folks my age
   who’ve lost tHeir floWer..
   and
   changed
   from wild and
   free to priSoned Now
   And chained sitting dOwn..
   i go
   rover
   eXpanSe
   oF yard with
   no collar.. noW..;)

   For me at lEast.. noW..
   i cannot doubt the ForcE
   oF changing All of liFe as
   DArk and liGht.. ‘tween
   aLL of thaT iS.. ‘tiLL
   all colors
   coMe
   BeYond
   RainBows
   when aLL of liFe
   is Gratitude and All
   beCoMes hOly SacRed
   as existence is what iT is greater
   when
   actuAlly
   fELt noW iN
   EmoTioNs
   SenSes aLL
   KNoWinG
   liGht Now
   TrUth
   iN
   SacRed hOly FLiGht..:)

   Essence of
   bird.. iNk
   splot
   liVes
   liGht
   gull
   dArk
   raven
   it’s all in how
   they sing and
   dance ’round dimlit
   sun or full moon niGht oF LoVe..:)

   iN ways..
   nOthing
   sAdder now
   than a fully
   domesticated
   cat.. never fully
   kNoWinG hunt..
   scent.. and taste
   captuRed fELt as
   flesh and blood
   moreOver..
   A BaLanCinG
   tight rope
   tree climber
   rarely
   falling
   down
   and
   reaching counters
   for a bite to eat.. longer
   than 10 years old and diabetic..
   humans
   traded
   words
   for life
   as fuller
   and so did/do
   tHeir domesticated
   cats to culture
   one insame..
   i sing now
   dance with
   fur A saMe
   BaLAnCinG
   WiLd and Free
   as a yellow boy wild cat
   IS A
   savior2
   call of God
   FReED for me..:)

   No doubt..
   myths lore
   vampires..
   werewolves..
   zombies eT aL..
   oTHeR creatures
   with zero levels
   of empathy and compassion
   reflecting a larger element/
   meme/theme of culture
   now..
   lost
   iN teXt
   noW from
   flesh and blood
   lost iN space Now
   eThEr without Tog..
   no longer LiVinG fuller..
   iN A place with no moon..
   sky.. or even sUn to liGht..
   4.7 inch screams of screen
   turn away from Love..
   and with
   all that
   sAid..
   i’M
   stripping
   off this screen..
   screaming now..
   i’M goNNa Public Dance..;)

   And that ends
   what’s offered
   with eleven
   at 5:50 pm
   oN 11292016..;)

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8. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 30, 2016 at 10:33 AM

   Null Moon: ‘A priori digital logic¿’

   Forgoing.. the usual Joy
   Of store-lit public
   Praise Dance.. i
   Embraced the
   DArk and
   Moonless
   Warm Damp
   Winds ‘fore
   Storm coming
   With SlowDance
   Walk FeeLinG
   Midnight spiRit
   As my finger tips
   RaiSinG.. fELt electricity oF
   Starlit Breeze transVerSinG
   All of me.. listening to the
   Gnostic wisdom of Carl Jung..
   FeeLinG Heaven WHoLe NoW
   In
   The
   DArk
   As God oF Free
   Nature NiGht..
   Refreshing the
   DArk Can Be..
   When seen
   As LiGht
   Over
   Voodoo
   NiGhtmares
   For those who
   Create a God oF Fear
   And Hate over Hope
   And Love iN DArk
   As
   We
   Sleep or
   Wake iN
   Beds
   We Make..
   Black and Red..
   Royal Purple New Moon Rose..:)

   “And the Word Became Flesh”..
   And sadly a Roman Emperor and
   his Handymen Catholic Priests
   in 325
   AD
   made
   that poetic
   metaphor into
   a King of Universe
   Soldier Sun God instead
   of humble teacher imparting
   words to raise folks up to heaven
   now.. iN attempt to make words organic
   in relating actual experience of liFE to spArk
   them into Heaven now.. how to put Heaven into
   words.. how to do it with Hell.. Purgatory ‘tween and
   the rest of the experiential reaLiTy of the Human Inner
   UniVerse that we share sAMe and diffeRent in what can be
   termed as Christ Consciousness.. Collective Unconciousness..
   Cosmic Consciousness.. the Holy Spirit as we feel this reaLITy greater
   and express it in all ways of heArt.. SpiRit and MiNd and BoDy BaLancing
   SoUl from Art iN SonG of PoEtry to Free Verse DanCinG Praise from head to toe..
   it’s easy for
   the person
   who lives in
   Heaven now..
   to take folks down
   tHere up hEre is the
   real job of JOB per say
   and SonG and DancE noW..:)

   Ha.. if yA thiNk/FeeL tHe World
   of Trump noW is the World of liGht
   and Love.. if yA praise him as yoUr
   Savior.. yA are not much different than Constantine
   and his Catholic Cohorts from 325 AD.. expanding
   the Roman Empire and making it great again.. treading
   down on those who are different in beliefs iN A God of Nature
   thaT kNows/SeNses and FeeLs no different than the reaLity of Heaven now..
   oR purGatory or Hell in Dollar bills and Caesar coins alike that belongs to THEM
   AND NOT ME/US/WE.. heHe.. anyWay.. it iF it wasn’t so sad.. this whole new American
   ReaLiTy would be ludicrous in how many many times hiStory sHows fear and hate and STuFF
   including the modern dollar bill becomes God over our Natural reaLITies of Force iN Power sAMe
   WiThiN EmoTioNs.. SenSEs and sUre.. SeNSualiTies ConSenUally relEased Free over Pussy Grabbers
   as such..
   and those
   who would take
   away freedom Now
   oF Speech iF iT noW uP
   ruffles dOwn tHeir politicAlly
   correct feathers with integrity
   thaT changes as much as the
   dirtiest nowUnderwear oF ALL..
   aNyWay.. whaT is BlAck is LiGht..
   what iS WhiTe iS dARk iN all ThE
   TrUTh and liGht eXposed in dArK noW
   Now.. wHEre wE folks who liVe iN HeaVen
   watch
   watch
   and
   watch more..;)

   A Day in the Life of A Child of GOD

   Hmm.. with all ‘thAt’ sAid foR noW..
   one MacroVerse memory shared
   on FB from two years ago and
   one shared from a year ago..
   stARting wiTh.. “A Day in the
   Life of a Child of God”.. highlighting
   my continued disgust.. two years ago for those who
   take a humble man’s witness for the hiGher poTential
   of human being and turn him into an evil judging God as
   Soldier Sun God of the Universe who would condemn the ignorant
   and less fortuned in ways of Love and SpiRit to hell forever in a torture
   that never ends.. as we more sensible folks in the U.S. are hoping to
   stop Trump from BrinGinG Water Board Torture back too.. to keep
   in line
   with basic
   mercy of the
   hUman FucKinG
   race with empathy and
   Compassion more than
   A Stone cOld God hung on temple walls..
   anyWay according to the Gospel of Thomas
   eliminated from inclusion in the big new black book..
   as it would be hard to expand a Roman Trump Empire
   wiTh A kNoWinG without any Words aT aLL of the FeeLinG
   SenSinG SeNsuaL reaLiTy of God liVinG within Free as wE..
   and it still is and that is the veils of ignorance that could
   be lifted to make a real original Greek Definition
   of lifting those veils of ignorance as Apocalypse
   way a reaLiTy oF course
   for only those
   who wish
   to be
   unplugged
   from Trump Empire LiFe..
   and be raptured into liGht liKe wE liKe uS liKe oUrs..:)

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

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

   Awakening Force iN uS

   And now from a year ago.. a MacroVerse
   titled ‘Awakening Force iN uS’ as the
   Synchronicity of my liturgical
   years and seaSons
   saMe come
   toGeTher
   with similar
   spiritual.. heARt
   and SouL intent
   in purpose and
   meaning
   noW as
   essence of Words come forth..

   With a clip here for posterity more..

   Smiles.. my friend SOHEIR..
   in Allah’s reality
   Flowers of life
   as colors
   create
   endless
   diversity of
   Life as we know it
   and feel it on this
   Earth.. and theRe
   iN Infinity
   and
   beyond
   as WeLL..
   WHere GreaTesT
   Hues of Violet are
   tempered by the
   whites and blacks in
   ‘tween and outside too..
   And it is the challenges..
   work.. and practice of the LigHt
   that will bring us out of the dArk..
   with patience as truly the greaTesT
   Arks of Challenge can and do come
   in the DARK of LiGht..
   Some people believe
   they can just recite
   some words
   or an entire
   bible perhaps..
   and never act on it
   and grow in liGht.. Allah the
   God of challenge is not the
   director of easy my friend..
   There is more to God
   than believing
   a man died
   and provided
   a sacrifice for Love..
   if we will Live long enough
   we will all be called to sacrifice for
   Love.. and although life is a gift of
   Grace..
   it takes
   work.. and
   practice to Grow
   the Light out of DARK..
   as above so below..
   those of us who
   carry on
   are
   STARS of ALLAH
   in LiGht my friend..
   tempered
   by Dark..
   the Lovely Flowers
   that arise from
   the darkest
   soil
   of
   Life..
   when fertile..
   of course.. my friend..:)

   I don’t care what anyone
   nAMes God as long as they
   FeeL the essence of liGht inside..
   and express that as Love that’s Fearless Free..:)

   i AM works for me BeST.. but it can get confuSing
   to use it in a first person poem so i juST say GOD..;)

   Back to the seaSons as we celebrate the death of DArk
   to the Winter Solstice to the 3 day death of the Sun to the
   Rise of the Sun again iN WiNter to Spring Born Summer thrive
   and
   FaLL
   aGaIN
   yeah.. the myth
   of Jesus on December
   25th is surely not the first
   or last myth to celebrate this reality
   of dArk
   and
   liGht
   that is
   both myth and iSREaL..
   and worth it to celebrate liGht
   in all the ways that comes as long
   as one does not disMiss the reaLiTy
   iN the
   liGht
   of otHer
   myths.. Now
   the Essence iSREaL..
   when Real Bottom liNe noW..:)

   Shoes of Black to Light

   And now finAlly.. ” Shoes of Black to liGht” and
   another clip from this Macro-Verse from a year ago..
   that is my dREam for the lost sheep i see at church each week..:)

   Well.. ANYway.. my dream is for the congregation one
   day to experience the Heaven of now.. and to
   share that experience in song
   with all others
   standing
   tall
   with how
   God will have uS
   as free again
   as Loving
   human
   beings
   yes..
   come again..
   as free and wild
   before the apple
   of Lies.. propagated
   by cultures and religions
   for subjugation and control
   over other human beings with
   yes.. LIES OF ILLUSORY FEARS..
   WHAT A JOY IT WILL BE FOR FOLKS
   TO SIMPLY
   BE FREE
   AGAIN..
   WITH
   A SONG
   OF LOVE
   ON HIGH
   WHERE WE
   ARE THE ANGELS
   OF GOD ALIVE
   ONCE
   AGAIN
   AND
   FREE!nowJustiNOW!..:)

   Philosophy iS iN determining
   how Nature works in terms
   of being human in other words
   what is divine.. holy.. and sacred
   and what is not.. as i say all of Nature/God
   is divine.. holy.. and sacred as Beach and human creates
   Evil and dARk footprints in sANd to go along with NiGht and Day oF liGht..
   the gift
   of free
   will in relative
   ImAgiNation/CreaTiVity
   dreAMs or NiGhtmares
   is an aMAzinG gift from God
   of Nature and the tRuth is.. we
   are the ones who mostly create
   Heaven or Hell or Purgatory on a most
   Beautiful Rock in space with blue and green
   and brown with continuing shrinking white snow
   capped poles that sure.. could continue to be Heaven
   for many thouSands of Years to come here on eARTh NOW..
   iF more of uS fiNd a way to get our liGht shiT toGeThEr and work for it NoW..
   it’s worth
   it for those
   who see it and
   breathe it and feel
   and seNse Heaven more
   now.. but for those disenfranchised
   with few social animal roles lost in a soup
   mixed of heterogenous anarchy pie.. what to
   do else but drive a car into a crowd of innocent
   folks as Evil becomes a butcher knife reality now..
   and nah..
   it could be
   any shared
   evil ideology
   that is the last
   nail to cross the
   coffin of others now..
   anyWay.. the essence of the Story
   of Jesus IS A barely living story now.. otherwise
   we would not have those so-called core fundamentalist
   Christians these days voting for the anti-thesis of a Good
   Cop Jesus.. and as far as the Tao.. the Satori.. the Yogi
   Unity with
   God
   one
   as cosmic
   dancer of
   dARk and liGht
   those stories are
   barely breathing now
   too in the reaLiTy of
   the HuMan existence now..
   and that’s the thing.. a story
   has no life without the essence
   of experience lived.. when folks lose
   a handle of words to fire an iSREAL flame
   inside the FlaMe the SpArk the Story dies..
   and becomes A tree of midnight new moon niGht
   spReaDinG desperately for a liFE iN oTheRS to liGht..:)

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9. katiemiafrederick says:

   November 30, 2016 at 11:45 AM

   For this, we’ll need two laser-guided cats….

   It was a saying of Demetrius Phalereus, that
   “Men having often abandoned what was visible
   for the sake of what was uncertain,
   have not got what they expected, and have
   lost what they had,–being unfortunate
   by an enigmatical sort of calamity.”

   — Athenaeus (c. 200 AD) — The Deipnosophists, vi, 23

   Deep
   Truth
   liGht
   is deeper
   than shallow
   harder noW to
   fiNd at Ocean Now
   wide depth.. no one
   sAid iT iS aLL grace but tools
   with
   little
   essence
   oF SpRinG..:)

   “All time in all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all bugs in amber.”

   — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughter-House 5

   Now
   is make
   the best of is
   or
   not
   NoW..:)

   “The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads. The granaries were full and the children of the poor grew up rachitic, and the pustules of pellagra swelled on their side. The great companies did not know that the line between hunger and anger is a thin line.”

   — John Steinbeck (1902-1968) “The Grapes of Wrath”

   Scarcity
   breeds
   many Fears..
   Hate And Vengeance..
   Abundance
   bRinGS
   Victory
   Hope
   and
   Love..
   go figure on
   empty and
   now full
   tummies
   with or without
   essence bEyond
   food and drink..:)

   “The smallest minority on earth is the individual.
   Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.”

   — Ayn Rand

   The needs
   of the many
   outweigh the
   needs of the few.

   -Spock
   -Alan Turing
   -eT aL

   In other words..
   FucK the one to five..
   even.. ten to twenty
   percent in terms of dollar
   bills and
   taxes
   and
   such
   as that
   to feed the
   FucKinG poor..
   and give ’em free
   Health Insurance..:)

   to avoid a poTenTiaL FireY

   ‘line between hunger and anger is a thin line.”

   “Respect cannot be learned, purchased, or acquired….
   it can only be earned.”

   — Smart Bee

   Please “Ayn”..
   let’s not forget
   give
   and
   share..
   And thanks for being here..;)

   “I don’t pick on politicians. They ain’t done nothin’.”

   — Red Skelton

   I refuse
   to ever
   be one..
   so i can’t really
   complain more than vote.. per say2…;)

   “In the United States…politics is purged of all menace, all sinister quality, all genuine significance, and stuffed with such gorgeous humors, such inordinate farce that one comes to the end of a campaign with one’s ribs loose, and ready for “King Lear,” or a hanging, or a course of medical journals.”

   — H. L. Mencken

   Be careful
   what one
   wishes for too..
   as self-fulfilling prophecies
   happen in most ironic ways..;)

   La Belle Dame Sans Merci

   Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
   Alone and palely loitering?
   The sedge is withered from the lake,
   And no birds sing.

   Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
   So haggard and so woe-begone
   The squirrel’s granary is full,
   And the harvest’s done.

   I see a lily on thy brow
   With anguish moist and fever dew,
   And on thy cheek a fading rose
   Fast withereth too.

   I met a lady in the meads,
   Full beautiful, a faery’s child:
   Her hair was long, her foot was ligh,
   And her eyes were wild.

   I set her on my pacing steed,
   And nothing else saw all day long;
   For sideways would she lean, and sing
   A faery’s song.

   I made a garland for her head,
   And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
   She looked at me as she did love,
   And made sweet moan.

   She found me roots of relish sweet,
   And honey wild, and manna dew,
   And sure in language strange she said,
   “I love thee true!”

   She took me to her elfin grot,
   And there she gazed and sighed deep,
   And there I shut her wild, sad eyes—
   So kissed to sleep.

   And there we slumbered on the moss,
   And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide,
   The latest dream I ever dreamed
   On the cold hill side.

   I saw pale kings, and princes too,
   Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
   Who cried—“La belle Dame sans merci
   Hath thee in thrall!”

   I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
   With horrid warning gaped wide,
   And I awoke and found me here,
   On the cold hill side.

   And that is why I sojourn here,
   Alone and palely loitering,
   Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
   And no birds sing.

   ~~ John Keats ~~

   SMiLes.. my FriEnd.. now
   all i KNoW FeeL and
   SeNse from a
   very young
   age until
   noW
   iS
   Strive
   for SpRing
   as long as SpRing
   liVes Pan of the Forest
   for now i live forevernow..
   And the coolest thing of all is
   i can FucKinG prove it at 56 for NoW..
   even in testimonials from Walmart Customer
   Service Representatives who attest i bRinG
   SpRinG
   to Walmart
   four seaSons
   a year.. that my
   friEnd iS A FucKinG
   Miracle on itS own right
   for DancE and SonG liGht..;)

   “He changed the Season”

   A real miracle IS A me.. heHe..;)

   ‘Tis the seAson
   to be
   Jolly
   alWaYs
   FucKinG NoW..
   iF one
   dares
   to
   make
   and live
   HeaVen noW..
   JuSt FucKinG Do iT
   iS whaT i FucKinG juST DO..:)

   Yes.. iT reAlly helps to
   Be financially independent
   of Caesar’s coins to accomplish
   this miracle
   noW..
   bottom
   lines Now..
   ‘Oops.. i juSt
   Did iT aGAin’..;)

   Reply
10. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 30, 2016 at 1:03 PM

    Storm front moving
    in with relatively small
    line of squalls
    but never
    the less
    and more
    poEtry now
    as Sand
    and Clouds
    Dance iS oN hoLd
    for now.. as i return
    to Tuesday Prompt
    for 6 additional links
    there in regard to covering
    another person’s poeTry like a Song
    and after that back to Monday and yes..
    A Haibun Free for all with 11 more links tHeRe..;)

    SMiLes.. mY FriEnd
    tHeRe was actually
    a now wHere a bird
    SonG i could not stand..
    a cricket in
    Bedroom
    a Freight
    train over
    ears
    and
    a Street
    Lamp at
    3 AM brighter
    below than staring
    a sun in the eYes of mine..
    so far back
    then
    in
    HeLL wHere
    any contact
    of Nature hurt
    as death as liFe..
    hmm..
    polar
    opposite now
    All SpRinG aLL noW..
    iN BiRd SoNG oF liGht..:)

    Sky open.. Sky closed..
    Tree shade
    bRings
    afternoon
    cool and
    majestic highs
    shining spotLiGhts
    leaves then wide..
    Hurricane came..
    Tree felled..
    Sky
    opens more..
    SpiRit Flies hiGher..:)

    Spring Depression
    surely can be hardest
    iN April when flowers
    bLoom brighter with
    wings silver
    showers reign..
    somehow i leArned
    iT aLL SpRing iN FaLL
    oF liFe SpRings more
    iN Summer
    Fall and
    WinTer
    SonG
    oF DancE
    FReED@lAST..:)

    SomewheRe
    far far
    away
    in a distant
    land there IS
    A portrait oF aLL
    poEtry ever
    written
    tHere
    the
    hoMe
    iS iNside
    Waiting to WritE ouT..:)

    November
    grey
    beach
    breeze
    of North
    sweeping
    still wind
    dry fly days away..
    Bite of Wintersweeter
    than
    bite
    of fly..:)

    NiGht dreAms
    oF FlY
    pleaSure
    fruiTioNs
    drive..now
    never nigher
    than sliver
    moon
    liGhter
    eYes oF Old..:)

    As the first thunder
    rolls in with auburn
    burn cold front
    edge
    back
    to the
    Monday
    Haibun free
    for all now..
    hoping the
    power
    don’t
    go out as
    ain’t no battery
    back up on iMac big screen..;)

    SMiLes my FriEnd
    as i sit here with
    a momentary wait
    of Cold Front storm
    to give
    respite
    for a
    two month
    drought in Florida
    Summers now that
    rarely
    seem
    to end..
    i suppose with
    sympathy i should
    feel the pain more of
    the rest of Nature here
    than
    politics
    dear
    in red
    state dunk..;)

    Blanket of
    warmth
    end
    of
    new
    Humid
    November
    niGht of wet
    air
    day
    of
    storm now..
    who kNows..
    perhaps cool
    air too.. soon
    as Indian Summer
    finAlly rainS iN FL..
    noW iN Panhandle Way..;)

    EMoTioNs
    and SeNses
    intertwine
    with
    weather
    and season
    being
    flourishing
    more in change
    of association..
    Climate changes
    us to same
    or reneWed
    as
    change
    comes for
    new associations
    or not as HeArt beats different..
    as seasons
    stagnate
    by
    made of
    human hands..:)

    All Nautilus
    we are
    some
    groWing
    broader..
    some growing
    thinner as struggle
    and challenge and
    adaptation for change..
    so many
    intelligences..
    opportunities
    to grow ever
    more Nautilus
    in stately
    mansions
    of sOUls
    than ever bEFore..
    synergy of giving sharing
    make being human more than ever beFore..:)

    Standards.. rules..
    guidelines..
    laws..
    judges
    courts
    and more
    sidewalks
    to tightly
    walk
    on
    without
    harming grass..
    hehe.. can’t control
    that but i can make
    up my own
    kind
    of
    Fredbun
    as i go
    with
    fred
    ku
    all
    enclosed
    with never
    a worry of falling down..
    as i am no longer a part
    of any
    poetry
    law..;)

    Rovers
    vs
    Sitters
    and
    ‘tween
    hard to
    meet
    on cliffs
    and safety
    seats where caution
    mixes with wild and free..
    both play a role
    extra and
    intro
    in
    extreme
    polar too..
    never the less..
    it is the extra Super
    Rover that ends having
    so much fun.. danger or not..
    while those
    who sit
    wait
    for
    dead or alive..
    it’s all relative..
    when Love And Free..:)

    Joy of MoVinG..
    Joy of
    Dance..
    Joy
    of SonG
    and Poetry DancE..
    i must say and feel and
    sense with every move.. finger
    and toe.. comes another poTenTial
    EmoTion and SeNSe never ever FeLT bEfore..
    it’s why
    i don’t
    hOld
    back
    ever to
    GroW iN FloW
    iN ZoNe of something
    anything more than yesternows
    SonG
    and
    DancE..
    SpRinG
    iN Feat
    Hands oF dAnce..:)

    Nothing much more
    poignant than
    the imprint
    Nature
    makes
    with
    loss of loved
    ones.. animal..
    plant and human
    Dear of liFe.. Now..
    i can still remember
    the grey sky evening
    in ’65..
    when
    my
    Great Grandfather
    died too early really
    to understand
    it deeper
    than
    a cloudy
    sky
    as
    sky stayed
    as does his
    memory somewHeRe..
    white hair.. at age 94..
    deep down in an old tin
    house by the railroad
    tracks
    on
    a
    River
    front in
    lawn chair.. reviewing
    a life as Young Captain of his
    College Debate Team.. meeting
    Geronimo on the camp trail and
    a self learned and passed bar lawyer..
    He.. named Ed.. with an old horse named Dancer
    from his
    Cherokee
    heritage too..
    that is me too
    as i dance
    back
    his
    life as my eYes
    iN SonG of Word..
    and yes.. my friEnd
    while ‘you’ don’t allow
    me to actuAlly comment on
    your blog site as my poetry did
    not fit your form of ideal.. the inspiration
    from your words is STiLL free wide open
    and you give
    me this
    as some nows..
    the best gifts
    come from a place
    of
    Loss..
    his daughter.. Grandmother
    mine too.. in her sixties went
    on to be an oil painter wonder..
    almost blind in her sixties
    then.. i for
    one went
    to hell
    years
    later
    at
    47 and
    came out
    the other
    side at 53..
    with a DancE
    and SonG that will
    never end for now as
    i debate
    life
    iSReaL..
    Captain
    oF My heARt
    SpiRit and SoUL..
    BaLAnCinG miNd and BoDy soUL more..
    We all lEarn something from our
    friEnds and foEs alike.,
    from our
    ancestors
    we come
    as the
    struggle
    they give
    for this point
    of liFE now.. so..
    sure.. not only will
    i write this but i’ll
    make his photo my Facebook
    Profile Pic.. as surely.. hehe.. some
    of the piercing of my eYes came from him..
    the Indian who lives within in Cherokee way
    and the Sioux on My Grandmother’s Husband’s side..
    a black
    sheep
    of the
    family
    i’ve never
    ever seen
    a picture of him..
    a hopeless wanderer
    with an ending of his life on dirt floors..
    but never the less a fiddle player
    and
    artist
    too..
    who
    lives
    as my
    soUL full too..
    he died at 49 and
    the Grandfather on
    My Father’s side at
    55.. Irish X-Catholic Priest..
    neither of those
    Grandfather’s
    i met.. me..
    born
    on
    6660
    much
    later
    than
    that..
    but
    still..
    i did have
    a Great Grandfather once..
    in my life actuAlly aliVe then..
    sAdly Great Grandfather’s wife
    died young with Breast Cancer.. tragically too..
    best thing oF FaLL.. i sTiLL remember theM aLL..
    they live
    in my
    eYes
    and
    heARt heRE noW too..:)

    And yes.. why not share
    an ancestral photo of my
    Grandfather.. noted author
    and X-Catholic Priest from
    last century too.. smallest
    boy on
    the left
    among 5 other
    great Aunts
    and Uncles
    living
    in Ireland
    at the time of
    the photo who
    still swim
    someWhERe
    deep
    iN
    mY
    soUl too..;)

    And yeS.. even
    a photo too of
    his father.. my
    Great Grandfather..
    a watch maker from the
    Black Forest of Germany..
    who immigrated to Ireland..
    met my Great Grandmother
    there and
    married
    with
    Rainsford
    family.. once
    owning the
    building
    that
    houses
    the Guinness
    Beer Operations now..
    tragically both dying young.. close to age 50.. my Grandfather
    after that lived in an orphanage.. sadly.. in those days too..:)

    Sorry… you went through
    this.. happy for your rescue
    and yes i can relate too…
    soft as a young man
    meeting
    a much
    rougher
    around
    the edges
    woman in a bar
    way back then..
    she lived in a place
    with a bar across the street
    with hoots and hollers of wild and
    drunk.. i literally thought i was gonna
    die back then..
    and it took
    me
    two
    years
    after
    that
    to escape
    what i had gotten
    into and almost lost
    for the rest of my life..
    as i look back now.. there aren’t
    many ‘places’ i haven’t been to now…
    and i’m glad truly as i have so much
    more sympathy
    now
    for
    the hard of life..
    i came to understand
    finally why she was the
    way she was as she was literally
    not only sexually abused but tortured
    too by an
    Uncle
    when young..
    i only wish she
    would have told
    me at the beginning so
    i would understand.. why..
    as i
    surely do
    now with sympathy STiLL..:)

    SMiLes.. i suppose
    the distance
    in seas
    and
    continents
    and oceans
    and deserts
    and mountains..
    snow and monsoons
    and all round globAlly
    how we go is now stunted in
    space online.. WiNks.. sad..
    in two ways.. you
    couldn’t
    Skype/
    Face
    time
    him
    way
    back
    then..
    after all is said
    and done.. not everything
    now is worse with online..;)

    sMiLes.. i’ve often
    heard the cries..
    the pleas..
    the worry
    oF Youth
    iN how
    terrible
    it will
    be to grow
    older and less
    strong and beautiful
    in skin and shape..
    but the pARt
    Within of
    God now
    wHole..
    the
    Spirit
    of HeaRt
    expresSinG
    more EmotioNs
    noW and SeNsory
    BaLanCing miNd
    and BoDy SoUl need
    never groW old when VibranT
    MoVinG.. ConNectinG and CreaTinG
    as colors change more.. even with grey..
    now to
    rainbow
    glows..
    nice to
    hear your
    wonderful
    liFe story.. friEnd..
    as this way we see
    so many more paths than our own..
    to what
    surELy
    CaN
    And
    WiLL be
    one’s humble Glory..:)

    Hmm.. WeLL.. i’m finished..
    but what song.. what song
    will i use
    for this..
    sure..
    this
    song’s
    for you..:)

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11. katiemiafrederick says:

    November 30, 2016 at 4:33 PM

    i have to say..
    i’ve come to Love
    the dArk almost as
    much as liGht as it
    makes me
    so alive
    to feel
    all
    EmoTioNs
    and SeNSEs aLiVE
    and for we niGht owls..
    the dArk ones.. the outcasts
    that not all or even few understand..
    we turn to blue of art.. as we find respite
    of SpiRiT.. of HeARt.. of SoUL wHere no home
    other than ARt can house what lives within bolder
    and briGhter
    as niGht
    moon
    shines
    full in
    new moon
    clouds star niGhts now..
    but here’s the thing thaT wE
    muSt liVe iN both dArk and liGht
    iF we are to be hUman And thaT iS
    Love with empathy and compassion Now..
    smARt.. in fearless way.. Love wHo is not afraid
    to speak up.. give.. and share.. and understand
    more of both those who hurt and are being
    hurt more often as society changes
    back to more conservative
    ways of fear
    and hate
    being..
    it is the niGht
    Owl’s job.. the lonely
    and heARt filled allone
    WiTh Nature TrUe HaVinG
    enough to giVe and Share
    with no fear of outcast
    pain.. as we already
    visit dARk
    and
    have
    buried iT
    and live
    and even
    cherish that pain..
    for we survive.. we thrive
    even.. alive as outcast now..
    and fortunately.. there are more
    avenues now than ever beFore for
    all outcasts to at least have a voice
    in what seems like heaven or hell
    or purgatory online too.. should
    be no surprise though..
    as those
    places
    exist
    iN eYes
    oN EARth
    and we who have
    lived in the dArkest
    and liGhtest oF ALL
    places.. surely kNow and
    FeeL and SeNse A way back home..
    sure.. we will give you a ride if you like and if not
    that
    is
    surely
    fine too..
    as this is
    water
    and
    no guarantee
    for A quench of thirst
    now as that alWays comes individual
    within in real time experience liVed noW..
    anyWay.. cloudy dreary dark days have been few
    and so far in between that i am soaKing every ounce
    of DARk left in grey skies ‘fore blue one’s come back tomorrow
    lit
    up..
    the
    night
    owl eYes WiLL
    Glow away from dARk once more..
    as i’ll come to find folks like me
    and unlike me too.. at
    Good Old
    Seville
    Quarter
    on my
    137th WeeK.. niGht
    Owl dance tHeRe.. too..
    with all the cool college
    age folks of course as this
    725th MacroVerse of Longest
    Long Form Poem.. yes.. as i say
    still now exceeding 3.3 Milion words
    is going somewHere and i’LL figure
    that out after dinner and an extra long
    work-out as the 5 miles i did of slow
    walk dance in New Moon pre-storm way
    around the neighborhood block last night was rather
    restricted from my usual Tuesday Public Store all out dance..;)

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12. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) says:

    December 1, 2016 at 3:07 AM

    Rather moving tale of your Great Grandfather. Would have been very trying times to be left in such a place then. Great accompanying pics Katie!

    Hank

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    • katiemiafrederick says:

      December 1, 2016 at 7:54 AM

      Hi.. FriEnd Hank..
      from the dVerse trail..
      thanks so much for wading
      down through all these photos
      and words to say hi today and glad
      you enjoyed the photos and the story
      of my Great Grandfather and other associated
      relative tales that also comes in on the sad news
      that my Aunt Christina
      as mentioned
      in another
      paRt of
      this entire
      MacroVerse
      is currently on life
      support not expected to
      live much longer but she
      did make it to age 89.. living
      very poor most of her life.. however
      rich in positive attitude and optimism
      for her lot in life not unlike my mother who
      is currently reaching the age of 82 on December
      10th of this year as i use this space to further honor
      the life of both my Aunt and Mother too.. with reminders
      of a childhood filled with a family of matriarchy where the
      males were
      sparse but
      female
      love
      was everywhere
      to be seen and surely
      that was the best part of life
      then that rubbed off on me and
      makes me more of an empathic caring
      person who can more likely see the good in
      folks no matter what with mercy than the cold
      hearted lot among us that is both afraid of and
      mean to
      those they
      see as different..
      for me the globe
      IS A warm and fuzzy
      one with snowflakes
      mixed around and unique
      always wondrous with some
      one new to meet and love unconditionally..
      anyWay.. thanks again for dropping by.. always
      enjoy
      every
      human
      connection i make..;)

      Reply
13. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 1, 2016 at 8:38 AM

    Flesh, Blood and Soul

    Oh Lord..
    i must be
    psychic
    again
    as usual..
    synchronicity.. or
    whatever Acausal
    connecting principle
    iS in play now as when
    i was arriving here at your
    site.. the strangest thOught
    popped into my head before
    i arrived at your new poem here..
    and that was
    how are
    you
    mastering
    your passions
    these days.. Rafiah..
    as i surely cannot imagine
    you as a greedy person in less
    you would love more attention from
    your bestie girl friends from over ‘there’..
    in Pakistan Land..
    anyway..
    i must
    say you
    are becoming
    a very innovative
    and creative poet
    as Lord knows i see
    a phallic symbol there
    at the head of your poem
    about lustful eyes.. stray
    thoughts.. death and my
    goodness..
    damnation..
    that is
    surely
    a worse
    fate than
    only death..
    and below that
    the spirit of redemption
    when one sees lust as evil..
    Hmm.. funny.. you kNow.. i read
    the title of your site for i guess over
    a year before i looked at it as potentially
    literally meaning mastering passion and greed
    in terms of you as a person.. and i suppose that
    it is my pre-conceived notion that women find it
    easier
    to
    control
    lust.. particularly
    Muslim women and
    that is just another
    preconceived notion
    as underneath the clothing..
    yes surely.. more than we see over
    ‘heRe’ there is a beating heart and
    flesh that is flesh and beating like
    any other
    human
    alive.. now..
    yeah.. i face
    up to my lust..
    master it too..
    and never fall
    to the actual act
    of it to harm anyone..
    in real life now.. and greed..
    and jealousy and other human
    nature to regulate and control
    is always a mastery of life
    my friend..
    from
    wake
    to sleep..
    i focus on giving
    more than taking..
    sharing more
    than
    controlling
    and here in my later
    years.. i find it works for me..
    and what i love most is friends
    with smiles my friEnd..
    sure.. with words too..
    that you often share
    and give me.. too..
    yet sure..
    i am
    human.. too..
    and this life is
    both art and practice
    oF LiGht above dARk..
    and oh by A way.. been reading
    a lot about human archetypes and
    Carl Jung lately.. so sure.. that could be
    just
    a
    pyramid
    up tHeRE too..
    and perhaps
    not a
    partial
    womb below..
    but in Jungian
    terminology that is
    how Jung describes the
    anima that is the diving feminine
    as female sexuality as spiritual
    and nurturing
    and male
    or animus
    in divine masculine
    as part
    of the
    earth
    as
    more flesh and blood
    than in terms of Romance
    Novels and imagination.. as opposed
    to visual images in more ‘down to earth’
    way.. it does seem to be an appropriate over
    all symbol for our general human nature here..
    as the
    spiritual
    life is more in
    emotions and the
    earthy one is more
    in raw senses as such..
    anyWay.. i could go on.
    as this is truly
    fascinating
    in what
    Jung Terms
    Synchronicity as
    the closer one gets to
    the source.. the force of God
    iN alignment.. synchronicities
    rain in one’s conscious life as God’s Painting..
    as a work of art and masterpiece of tapestry
    comes into greater view..
    and evidence
    of God
    is most
    all one
    experiences..
    surely in heaven now..
    as when one is in personal
    contact like this with God all of liFe is MaGiC..
    but without belief in more than one reads in books..
    it often
    is sadly
    missed and
    non-existent
    and that my
    friend IS A
    lesSon
    oF
    liFe experience
    as without the experience
    it’s hard to relate this all to outside in..:)

    *divine feminine
    ha!..
    diving feminine
    could be a Freudian
    slip of the lip… i guess..;)

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14. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 1, 2016 at 8:56 AM

    The FB ego booster
    EN name test thingie
    suggests i am
    sweet enough
    with heartfelt
    and honesty
    to go to heaven..
    and it’s worth noting
    that the FB friend who shared
    this hit parade of online
    pride
    pushing..
    in his test..
    he was suggested
    to be powerful enough
    and relentless enough
    and naughty enough
    to go
    to hell..
    and i say
    in return..

    Hmm.. been
    tHeRE.. juSt
    doinG iT NoW..
    at Hand..
    whatever
    metaphor
    ya wanna do
    and
    go
    to noW..
    or
    NoT..

    but the truth
    is sure.. i can
    be powerful..
    relentless..
    and
    some
    what
    naughty
    too.. but hey..
    what can i say
    as surely i am honest too..;)

    And now off to Holy and Sacred
    Thursday R and R activities that
    will also be interrupted as my wife
    and i visit our psychotherapist who more
    often helps the wife in dealing with ALL OF ME.. HeHE..
    liGht
    and
    dARk..
    and usuAlly
    i end up taling
    her all about my
    new special interests
    kinda hypnotizing her
    wHeRe she at
    times now
    forgets
    who
    is
    on the couch
    or chair hehe..
    we see her separately
    and yes.. it’s a lot like that
    new Lucifer show too.. and what else..
    yes.. tonight.. the 137th dance week with
    all the cool college age folks from Seville
    Quarter with fun dance photos arriving
    somewhere around the super
    dARk and liGht
    hour
    of
    3 am
    as December
    is here with
    the whole
    month
    in festival
    of Christmas
    as the liGht of
    Sun comes to
    the lowest dim..
    hangs around at
    that level for about three
    days and stARts the cycle of liGht
    riSinG
    once
    aGaIn
    as now
    goeS on
    as dARk and liGht..:)

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15. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 1, 2016 at 9:20 AM

    Oh.. yes.. and back to Facebook
    Rafiah as she also posts there
    a comment in regard to how
    things tend to stay the same
    and i say.. i will use any
    excuse to talk to Rafiah..
    she provides a share of the
    fact that she is watching the
    latest Superman Movie with
    Her sister Noor with Happy
    times now so i go into
    special
    interest
    deTale with
    many more words too..;)

    WeLL.. this IS A movie i can
    surely say i saw before and
    relate to well.. per see.. as
    you did this go
    around as
    i saw this
    one when it first
    came out as i’ve been
    watching the Superman
    archetype of super hero movie
    ever since.. the 60’s as a Clark
    Kent nerd-like boy then and well
    after that too.. haha.. originally the
    Superman comic series was based on
    the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde literature per
    transformation from domesticated to wild..
    and the most recent two installments
    of Superman big screen
    productions by
    words of
    the creator
    of those two
    movies.. iT is actuAlly
    to provide a metaphor
    for a Modern liFe of Jesus
    on Earth today.. and as you likely
    have completed the movie by now..
    two of my favorite parts were the importance
    of lending mercy for those who are doing dark
    things and are likely making mistakes and potentially
    misunderstood in causal factors leading to dARk and
    the end of the movie.. where the lesSon is.. everyone must
    aRise to be Savior of the world as no one man or superwoman
    can do the
    job
    alone..
    resurrected
    from the dead or
    not.. everyone muSt
    beCoMe bRingers of the liGht..
    over the dArk Force of liFe now..
    sure.. like Star Wars and all the other
    metaphors in art that spur us on to be
    heroes
    rather
    than
    villains of life..
    iN aLL oF dARk and liGht..:)

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16. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 1, 2016 at 10:21 AM

    Behold the prodigal radicchio….

    Wasn’t sure if i’d save this one
    until later in the day after
    i publish what i’m
    worKing
    on but
    considering
    tHeir IS A quote
    here by Jung who
    by the way died
    on my 1st birthday..
    i’ll give it a whirl of
    Synchronicity 2.. hehE..;)

    “Is there life before death?”

    ~~ Belfast Graffito ~~

    DePendS
    on
    WiLL
    Can
    DO..:)

    “Down in their hearts,
    wise men know this truth:
    the only way to help yourself
    is to help others.”

    ~~ Elbert Hubbard ~~

    Social animals DO
    this
    when they are aS Such..;)

    “Pale, afraid, the joker sits to compose
    a final ode to reason.
    Such grandiose dreams, a dying rose,
    dragged along from season to season.”

    ~~ gigoid ~~

    DreAms beFore
    ReaSon
    bEfore DreaMs..:)

    “Honour and shame from no condition rise;
    Act well your part, there all the honour lies.”

    ~~ Alexander Pope — Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 193 ~~

    Interestingly.. now
    in ‘our’ cultures of
    the last 2000 or
    so ‘Christian’
    years..
    honour
    and
    shame
    is centered
    around female
    sexuality.. and this
    is what makes Miley
    Cyrus so important for change..;)

    i DO my small pArt too..;)

    “A man can do something for peace without having to jump into politics.
    Each man has inside him a basic decency and goodness.
    If he listens to it and acts on it,
    he is giving a great deal of what it is the world needs most.”

    ~~ Pablo Casals ~~

    Too PaRT small my DO i..:)

    “What you own is your own kingdom
    What you do is your own glory
    What you love is your own power
    What you live is your own story…

    You don’t get something for nothing
    You can’t have freedom for free
    You won’t get wise with the sleep still in your eyes
    No matter what your dream might be.”

    ~~ N. Peart ~~

    JuSt
    do
    it..
    as the
    Goddess of Victory
    miGht say too..
    DancE
    and
    SinG
    iN
    Nike shoes..:)

    “This time, like all times, is a very good one,
    if we but know what to do with it.”

    ~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

    Dont overthink
    iT
    JuST
    do iT KnoW..;)

    “As far as we can discern,
    the sole purpose of human existence
    is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.”

    ~~ C. G. Jung ~~

    Make
    it
    heaven
    or DO not..:)

    “The thought manifests as the word;
    The word manifests as the deed;
    The deed develops into habit;
    And habit hardens into character.
    So watch the thought and its ways with care,
    And let it spring from love
    Born out of concern for all beings.”

    ~~ The Buddha ~~

    And oh my GoD..
    don’t forget
    to juSt F iN DO IT!..;)

    “Are you sure you won’t change your mind?
    Is there something wrong with the one I have?”

    — Gillian & Spock, “The Voyage Home,” stardate 8390.~~

    Once
    aGain..
    don’t overthink iT..:)

    Thanks gigoid..
    this fits great!..
    juST GReAT!..
    with
    rest
    of the doing activities
    iN Holy and Sacred Thursday
    R
    and
    R DoinGs..;)

    WITh Synchronicity2
    LiterAlly
    And
    FiguRativELy
    aS Such2..
    juSt
    DoeS iT..;)

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17. katiemiafrederick says:

    December 1, 2016 at 6:35 PM

    When
    A evening
    sky now is
    Ocean..
    even at
    Publix..
    hehe..
    hmm… or noW anoThEr Now spArk..
    “New Moon Reigns”.. coMes iNto orbit..
    wInkS aT LeASt foR A 725th MacroVerse
    thiS is now.. wiTh yes.. thE 137th dance
    week niGht coming soon at Old Seville..
    after a long day.. including many
    activities.. with more pre-store
    dance for prelude
    of RAve Dance
    toNight
    as
    Thursday gears
    down and up.. eTc.. AL..;)

    And FinAlly.. what
    most every Kat needs
    for Christmas.. a wide
    variety
    of
    Yarn
    to play
    wiTh iN
    continUinG..
    yA Gotta be KitteN
    mE.. StylE oF Course..
    WriTE oN course for mOre..;)

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