9 Responses to Mother’s Gift Now

1. whippetwisdom says:

   February 16, 2017 at 12:51 PM

   Sending love, smiles and prayers across the miles xxx

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   • katiemiafrederick says:

     February 16, 2017 at 1:00 PM

     Thanks so
     Much.. my
     FriEnd..
     As Love
     Is no
     Distance..
     Space.. or
     Time..
     Love is
     AlWays
     NoW..:)

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     • whippetwisdom says:

       February 16, 2017 at 2:42 PM

       ☺💖

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       • katiemiafrederick says:

         February 16, 2017 at 2:48 PM

         🙂

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2. katiemiafrederick says:

   February 16, 2017 at 8:20 PM

   New Blogger Poet Friend.. Xenia Tran.. sends kind wishes in regard to my mother..

   Sending love, smiles and prayers across the miles xxx

   And i return with..

   Thanks so
   Much.. my
   FriEnd..
   As Love
   Is no
   Distance..
   Space.. or
   Time..
   Love is
   AlWays
   NoW..:)

   She returns with
   smiles and a heart emoticon

   And i return
   again
   with a smile emoticon..

   And with that said.. the healing value
   oF A Mother’s hand cannot be denied by
   those who feel the love that Mother’s hand
   can bring in Unconditional way.. and fortunate
   am i to hold that warm and loving hand once again
   as the Doctor’s
   say my
   mother
   has anywhere
   from two days
   to a week to live
   for now.. my sister
   and i taking shifts at her
   bedside now.. and off to lift
   my spirits now in how i do that the
   best in hopes of spreading that gift
   oF liGht as inborn and bred by my mother’s
   hand of love as there is rarely a healing touch
   as loving as a Mother’s hand and i am surely
   glad she is going the way she wanted
   too.. at rest it appears will
   be her curtain
   of light
   back
   to the
   creator as liGht
   comes from dArk
   and goes to liGht
   and the
   cycle
   of liGht
   and dARk
   continues as liGht..
   and sMiLes.. i’ve experienced
   too many miracles in life not to
   believe in life forevernow.. too much
   magic in one life that makes Santa look
   like a skeleton in a closet alone.. allone with
   God all now forevermorenow all paRts we whOLe NoW
   uS LoVinG LiGht as GoD SpiRit fLIGht moreevermorenow…
   i wish i could impArt this 100% Faith with and on everyone as liGht
   as words are surely not the sAMe as the foreveressence as NOW liGht..
   so.. i celebrate my mother’s liFE and her exit from misery and suffering and
   all of liFe associated with pain as the dARk is PARt oF liGht too.. and tHeRE is
   no separation from God in our daRkest thoughts and moments we feel and see NoW
   any oTher way than that.. does it hurt.. sure.. more than i’ll ever put into words.. but
   nah.. it doesn’t numb nearly as bad as having nothing left to feel and sense inside of Love
   or to give as LiGht as Force as LoVE is power oF liGht we share when isreal as fLIGht to
   otHeRs
   whole
   as
   pARt
   of we Ocean
   wHOle expanding
   with unlimited shores
   of Love to grow even more..
   so.. yeah.. off to dance to stay afloat..
   off to float to dance and sing liFE aLIVE
   and celebrate the greATest gift we all alive
   share..
   namELy
   liFe as liFE
   breathes and
   lOvE goeS oN as noW more..
   And thanks from me goes out to all of those
   who have extended kind wishes and thought in
   all the ways that comes from a tear of reaction on
   Facebook to a loving flesh and blood hug as touch..
   it’s all love.. in all forms it comes it’s all essence when
   real
   as
   heARt
   spiRit
   fELt
   as SoUL..
   Love wins Love wins Love wins..:)

   Facebook Friend and nice niece Candie says..
   This is so beautiful and sad at the same time.
   With Sad emotion and Crying tears emoticon

   And i return with..

   Appreciation of Love…
   my very nice and kind niece.. Candie..
   Love lives as long as Love Lives..NowmoreeverforevermorenoW..:)

   Back after an afternoon and night with my mother and a dance
   floor to express all my emotions and senses without
   bottling it inside.. and ironically..
   i suppose/feel/sense a great song
   for this 77th MacroVerse
   of this ‘Nether Land Bible’ now
   totaling 1,153,816 words with the
   76th MacroVerse added in of also now
   748th MacroVerse here staRting for Longest
   Long Form poem of over 3.3 Million words closing
   in on the 42th Month of poetic stream of consciousness
   Holy spiRit co-creative writing with the God of Nature all..
   since the end of August 2013 in Word Press way and total blogging
   experience with first spark of that spirit expresSinG at the end of
   February 2013 in a PM to my first and only Facebook Friend then in what
   surprised me in flow the same as it did when i won a Christmas Story in a
   middle school two homeroom classroom competition of 80 students where i had no idea
   where the words came from then and a spark in a philosophy class at age 18 in college
   writing all about the Universal God of Nature then having no idea where the words that floWed
   out of my fingers came from then.. and it came in spurts.. starting at the end of February
   2013.. now close to the 48th month point.. and really flowed along with the free verse
   public metro dance that also started at the end of August 2013.. when the Word Press poetic
   effort of longest long form poem came.. then.. so yes.. it is safe to say as ‘they’
   say.. the spirit has been upon me for 42 months full in flow and around
   4 years in and out all toGether now.. by the end of this month..
   so.. sure.. i used “Time in a Bottle” as the Bottle is
   my SpiriT eXpreSsinG EmoTions and seNses of HeARt
   from head to toe and more in the art of
   a miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG SoUL..
   so.. in other words
   i am putting
   my soul
   in
   this bottle heaR..
   for floW iN ZonE of
   ArT aliVE alWays noW
   as Love and all the Pro-social
   emotions that spRinG from that but
   what i leARned when i lost my emotions
   for 66 months is emotions are what make us human
   and this art of free verse poetry is what connected
   the language as guide posts erected before to house emotion
   bRinGing the essence of EmoTioNal and SeNsoRy SpiRit back to
   live in shells of
   word no matter
   how eloquent
   from
   before
   had no essence
   of FeeLinG SenSinG
   EmoTiOns within.. and that’s
   a sad thing.. perhaps.. a saddest thing
   when someone says your words are beautiful
   and you cannot feel the beauty of words or even
   a sunset or a sunrise or flower in the niGht or Day..
   and trUst me that is the bottle of Love you do not want to lose..
   and the way i found it back was three fold..
   through words oF oLd through Music
   of my youth.. and through
   the photos of the
   Loves i lost
   when
   the losses
   of Love in youth
   in how i adjusted to
   that emotional turmoil was
   to shut emotions down progressively
   through all the stresses of life until
   they no longer existed and they seemed impossible
   to find again.. you see.. Epigenetics and Neuroplasticity
   in change adapting to environmental stress for the positive in human
   evolution in just one life can go both ways.. yes.. negative too..
   use it or lose it
   applies to all
   stuff
   creation iN
   life.. so.. February
   16th will be the afternoon
   and evening i sat at my mother’s
   bedside and expressed all my emotions
   that trust me.. were a Hurricane of dance
   last night for a crowd to experience as i was
   born a very emotional person.. a very sensitive person
   who could feel/sense everyone and everything like i could not
   separate and individuate myself from everything and everyone
   and that is just one form of Autism that overwhelms a person to
   where they don’t make
   sense when
   they talk
   to get
   it all out
   at once in what
   they experience as a storm
   of life in emotional and sensory
   experience.. other forms of autism
   are opposite.. where either emotions go away
   or they never exist at all.. Autistic Psychopathy
   as it is originally named by Hans Asperger as he
   sheltered these children from the Nazi Effort to eliminate
   anyone ‘less than perfect’.. in the early 20th Century.. oh
   yeah.. and speaking of feelings.. my wife reminded me i forgot to
   mention that she gave me that ‘Five Days at Freddy’s’.. T-shirt
   right after i said i needed a special shirt for Valentine’s Day as
   i never finished that thought in the last MacroVerse SonG..
   anyWAy.. i am moving a little too much on a fact
   finding mission here away from
   emotions and that
   is the other
   part of some
   forms of Autism..
   super logical minds that
   get locked into data download
   and output mode and lose it or use
   it comes into play that way unwittingly
   so.. and next thing ya kNow people are no longer
   saying you are too emotional kid.. to hey.. Fred computer
   head.. solve this problem for us as you are now just a valuable
   commodity to get the job done.. and that’s okay for job security
   but not okay at all for soUL security.. trust.. faith.. hope.. and love and
   all the stuff that kills doubt.. fear.. and the worst ‘friend’ of all that is hate…

   So now it’s true.. now that i have a way to get all my shit together i not only
   believe i can fly.. i can just do it.. as i have all the emotional and physical
   intelligence tools innate.. instinctual and intuitive to get the job all done..
   and no doubt.. this is why written language stARTed to hold human emotions in a bottle
   too as words of faith.. hope and love.. to share and re-visit when times of emotional
   loneliness and cold came then.. so.. we can find this help through the art expresSinG
   experiences of other folks through words and other forms of human art too.. for it’s true..
   all words and letters and other symbols are art as they are guideposts for our emotional and
   sensory and knoWinG experiences of TrutH and liGht for what we kNow and FeeL and Sense
   to be good in life and yes.. the DArk side away from liGht expresSinG as spiRit too..
   as all emotions play a role in how we BaLAnCe ouR soUL as A Force that works
   to get the job of not only survive but thrive ToGeThER doNe now…
   my mother’s life inspires me to fly.. all my loved
   one’s lives inspires me to fly and all
   of creation and God of Nature
   inspires me to fly..
   as to fly
   is not
   to be
   weighted
   down by the chains
   of dARk.. to fly is to let
   one’s EmoTioNs/SeNseS/SpiRit DancE
   and SinG free aS LiGht unChained now
   from the dARk EmoTions and SenSEs that
   weight us down.. but you ‘see’.. the dARk is
   an anchor thAT bRinGs uS uP to liGht even higher
   than beForE if we use those WinGs of LoVe Gifted to us
   By the God OF NaTuRE aLL as HiGheST hUman PotEnTiaL as LiGht…
   the Truth is.. the ways of path of life journey that take us to this
   place oF liGht as liFE JouRney destination present of Now..is not alWays easy
   getting heaR but it surELy is worth all the crosses of dARk as aRk that take us
   to this
   place
   of
   Love
   as HiGhest
   place to fly
   in/as SoUL.. tHeRE is
   alWays more dARk to come
   but the saVinG Grace is when
   we dance and sing that dARk as art
   and make a bottle of the present now
   of Love that never goes away at least to
   the point where we can go back and find it as
   life line later.. and that’s the thing too.. as many people
   will tale you.. that life line back to love is their Mother..
   i will be able to find her back here just by typing in the words
   “Mother’s Gift Now” in Google.. really easy for me to remember but the
   thing is.. just like when i took notes in class.. i never had to refer back
   to them to remember them.. as art.. whether taking notes or painting is how
   we cement those memories with emotions and senses of focus in the moment as present
   of now when do our art.. the real gift is for someone else to see notes and art same that
   take them
   to an
   emotional
   and sensory place
   that perhaps they have
   never been before that spARks
   a liGht in them.. so.. we give and
   share and GroW toGeTheR that way and
   that is wheRE avenues for free art in all
   the small and haha.. ‘bigger ways’ that come..
   do come into play ranging from Instagram to
   Facebook to Blogs to Dance Halls to
   Discussion
   groups
   and
   still to Sunday
   Morning Church where
   we sing together and
   hold hands when saying positive
   words of prayers to bind us toGEther
   in EmoTiONal Love.. same as a naked dance
   of Indians under moonlit campfires of lOve
   with the rhythms of drums and fluted instruments
   as throat song and heaRt Beat of Human extended even
   more.. this is humanity.. this is love.. this is what we
   humans do best toGethER in a Dance and Song of Life as we art it
   togEtheR and save the best to enjoy it again toGethER forevernow
   again as the cycles of dARk and liGht go on forevermore noW in a
   survive
   and
   thrive
   of Life
   in the
   Kingdom of
   Heaven here on
   eARTh.. at least that is
   how the elders did it when
   i was young.. and i find a way..
   anyWay as a path on a journey to express
   that sPiRit of heaRt now with photos.. videos..
   words.. and yes the oldest arts of Feat of Dance
   and Voice of SonG in what we are innately gifted with from
   birth sTiLL NoW
   all naked
   as we come
   in and
   go
   out in
   liGht and dARk
   as that cycle of liFE
   iN DancE and SonG goeS oN.. as LOVE..:)

   And.. oh.. goodness that reminds me to take a quick
   note here that i am now 7 full MacroVerses of back up
   on Facebook personal page and two other pages which is
   around 100K or so words to be copied and pasted on three
   FB pages at close to a third of a million words.. well.. i’ve
   been further behind than that as the words floW oN as ya
   can’t
   stop
   art
   when it
   is LuKe Hot..
   sTiLL copying and
   pasting to Facebook
   as i go.. but hey.. sooner
   or later i’ll get it all collected
   togeTher and labeled then as continuing
   exPaNding archive of the soUL that will not die.. now
   as i extend all those soUls that i love heAR as well..:)

   It almost seems so simple now that i missed it.. make every
   move as dance and sound as word holy and sacred in life full of
   meaning and purpose and Heaven comes as a Kingdom within to give
   and share with others all Naturally and it’s true as ‘they’ say ‘the
   word’ is holy but if you close the book of love it becomes hard to expand
   it to groW more as Ocean wHole of God’s art in our eYes of Love and to leave
   out the first
   paRt
   of
   Dance
   as move
   of God
   iN
   uS is to leave
   most of what drives us
   from head to toe.. namELy
   our EmoTioNs and SenSes integral
   to the huManity oF Love now.. so..
   Dance and Sing Love as Art..
   it’s
   what
   humans
   do best
   toGeTher
   in a bottle
   that SinGS now
   with no distance.. space
   or time.. just love.. juSt Love
   as Dance and Song..iSReaL NoW..FLYLOVE..:)

   And by A way “I Believe I Can Fly” came out
   when our son Ryan endured his life of 51 days
   in Shand’s Hospital.. in ’97.. all he experienced
   in life is what my mother
   is experiencing
   at the end
   of her
   life
   in the
   hospital now..
   he taught me to fly..
   chained in that bed from
   birth to death.. finally free in my
   arms to escape pain to the blessing
   of death as my mother is going to do soon
   too.. i voWed to fly hiGher after my
   only son and child died…
   i vow
   to fly
   even
   hiGher
   noW in
   respect of the
   gift of my mother..
   the gift of my birth.
   the gift of all those who
   i love.. namEly all of Creation as GOD NoW LOVE..:)

   MArk mY
   words.. my dance.. my song.. so
   let it be written so let it be dOnE…MORE..NoW..:)

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3. katiemiafrederick says:

   February 18, 2017 at 12:34 PM

   DArk inside.. begs
   liGht to come back as
   the pain of watching my Mother
   die and the comfort i wish to give her
   is all life at this point of now.. nah.. i refuse
   to escape as this is as much paRt of liFe as the
   liGht that will continue to aRise after dARk.. i’LL touch
   the sKeYes soon enough as the paths branch out more
   into journey oF LiGht…
   mY Mother’s greaTest
   wish was that i would
   never cry and be
   alone
   again
   and then
   the Katrina came
   and she kNew that
   prayer was answered..
   and yes.. it is answered as
   Katrina takes the dARk away
   and gives me comfort of Love in
   this most difficult of days now..
   and there are angels here
   and theRe who truly
   and naturally
   care about
   tHeir fellow human beings
   like the nice girl from the gym.. Vida..
   who cared enough to ask me at Old Seville..
   why i came to work-out early on Wednesday
   and even told the Older Military Hero who works out
   there who goes to our church about it so he could provide
   words of comfort too.. as when i walked into the gym last
   night.. Vida Raised her arms up and said ‘Norm’.. i mean
   Fred.. hehe.. ‘Cheers’.. reference tHeRE for those
   not in the ‘norm’ know/feeling/ and sense
   of pop-culture and real life
   social
   comfort
   too.. the human
   touch takes the pain away
   and sympathy arises for others through
   actually experiencing the dArk oF LiGht that
   combines wITh liGht Now from dARk and sHades
   of grey and beyond rainbow colors too.. to make all that is
   aka God wHOle more than we can see/feel/and sense too.. art as
   the HouSinG of the essence of the hUman heART.. SpiriT ExpreSsinG
   miNd and BoDy BaLanCinG soUL as vehicLE and vessEL to carry liGht
   on and yes.. DARk.. the ShaDes of Grey and BeYond Rainbow colors for oTher
   folks to see and feeL and senSe as more of liFe to perceive as reALiTy even more..
   aS even in the dArkest MiDnight hour we are BeingS oF LiGht and even with a Solar
   Eclipse like the first one to cross the entire United States from east to west
   in 99 years and the first total solar eclipse since ’79.. coming this
   August 21st.. 2017.. liGht comes back without fAil as the
   greAtest fear has alWays been
   it will stay
   gone
   and
   never come back..
   i feel the liGht of my MoTher
   sTiLL as she lays dying in her bed
   now.. and i feel the liGht of humaniTy as
   it surEly seems to be groWinG dARker heaR in
   some places who/that refuse to even see the dARk..
   and that’s the thing.. if one refuses to see/feel/sense dARk
   tHeRE can be no trUe liGht without the recognition Now of dARk..
   And the dARk and liGht comes noW iN unlimited ways.. and culture..
   local or larger can hide the dArk in so-calLed liGht clothes
   and expose the liGht in so called dARk clothes..
   as there is surELy much for the world
   to learn and feeL and sense
   more today
   as a revelation
   of the trUe forces oF
   dARk against the trUe forces
   oF liGht thaT is alWAys sHades of Grey
   and beYOnd rainbow colors too.. perHaps coMes
   to liGht and dARk and the ‘tween beyond thAT as that
   is what adversity does.. it bringS out all the colors of humanity bold..
   and cold and yes
   Luke
   Hot
   too.. for sure..:)

   This liGht inside.. this flame.. this flicker when it grows dim in the
   face of emotional and sensory darkness as i can relate when we lost
   our child and the other losses of life.. it is truly those who offer
   comfort iN those times bringing the flicker of flame that is waning
   hiGheR in the human liGht of BeinG
   that i for one will
   alWays remember now
   no different really
   too from a distance
   like the song ‘Firework’ by
   Katy Perry that was the only
   SonG oF LiGht my soUl could hear
   back in 2010 or so in the dead zone then..
   ‘Raise your Glass’.. by Pink.. was another one and
   sure.. i’ll remember the stories the Military hero provided
   of his Irish mother passing with cancer at age 94 with her
   hands folded toGetHeR.. soUL.. waiting to receive communion then..
   and his humorous remark at the end that if after he dies and neXt
   if he finds there is no Heaven.. he is gonna be pissed.. and nah..
   i didn’t go on all about the Kingdom of Heaven now on this eARTh
   promised in this generation by the ‘old jesus’ back in the
   days of Biblical text that remains now to
   say what i for one feeL and
   sense can be the
   reaLity heAR
   as liGht
   on
   Earth now.. then
   and alWays noW for
   those who seek and find it
   by never giving up.. and nah..
   not a place that everyone can fit tHeir
   camel through as this needle is perHaps the
   tightest fit ever in a society that does its best to make
   US As form of the tools we use including even words beyond
   the essence oF liGht as Love Within iN MoVinG.. coNnecTinG
   CreAtinG ways from head to toe and more to free the liGht of we
   insiDe to mid-day Sun in Darkest niGhts of new moon midnight bLack..
   and the animals have this liGht too.. to suggest they don’t is perhaps the
   most sELFish
   things humans
   do in tHeir seemingly
   unceasing disrespect Now
   for the rest of Nature all animate
   and inanimate and never trUly inanimate
   at the sub-atomic flow level of BeinG noW liGht
   as LiGht expands as existence now or retracts some
   what as we lose that liGht.. LiGht more.. LiGht less.. move
   more.. connect more.. create more or the otheR place of dArk..
   thaT much we do have relative free will control of as co-creators of
   our realiTies now with the ForcE of all Nature which sure.. yA can call God now
   as houSing
   of veHicle
   and
   vessEL
   to express the essence
   of God isREaL NoW.. anyWay..
   my sister and i are on shifts at my Mother’s
   side as she no longer wakes and we just wanna
   make sure she is not alone through the end of her life
   now.. so yeah.. this is rather therapeutic for me to balance
   the dARk with the liGht as much as i can as i am only human of course
   and last night i felt the kryptonite again.. i’ve been in that kryptonite place
   for 66 months and long before that for a year and more..and surely
   do not wanna go back again.. but it’s trUe..
   liGht
   comes
   now from
   kryptonite too..
   think about it.. the
   word
   krypt
   to
   nite
   the death
   oF LiGht.. these comic
   booK and other art folks
   and tHeir word/audio/visual play either
   witting or unwitting surELy fits the bill of
   human spiritual life that is as real as what
   you feel and sense of life or what you don’t and
   sure.. in a science way that’s a fAct too.. if only in ethical
   case study view..iN this inner UniVerse one can neither fear the
   dARk or be cynical of thE liGht to more fully eXplore as the scientific
   method is made more for form surELy than the essence of all that is GOD.

   So.. a little behind but not left behind on MacroVerse memories here over the last
   several days as shared on Facebook too.. hmm.. ‘Left Behind’.. life imitates art..
   and a reminder from Facebook Friend Greg on that as most all those folks who read that
   ‘Left Behind’ series seem to have a death wish of making the Anti-Christ of that story
   come true and
   follow his
   boat
   as far
   as dARk goes…
   The human as Carl Sagan
   intimated in the ‘Contact’ inspired
   movie is so true in the end of that movie
   too.. humans.. are capable of such great dreams
   and horrific nightmares through their imagination and
   creativity of dARk… ‘tween… liGht and beyOnd.. and as hiStory
   repeats hisSeLF.. we need a little heRstory now.. the Love of a Mother
   who brings sandwiches
   instead
   of a
   whipping
   chain to the
   basement of love..
   (pArtly inspired by
   the military hero who
   had a stern father when
   he got in trouble and a mother
   with a sandwich to feed a starving heart)..
   there are a lot of starving heARTs in this country
   and the world now.. and sadly.. some of the emptiest
   hearts are in fully feathered nests as how that appLies appLes to
   nurturing the rest of humanity in need.. as the appLES continue to faLL
   from
   grace of
   Love to doubt..
   fear and hate as Love
   WiLL eventually win as herstory shows..
   a sandwich for the children of God more as liGht..
   and i do mean all the children all of Nature too as God.. too..:)

   Elephant GreY GOD

   “Elephant GreY GOD”.. MacroVerse from two years ago.. speaKing
   to the problem of worshipping form over essence.. in other words when
   words and books and cars and homes and skyscrapers with folks names
   become the
   God over
   the
   God of Nature
   essence we are born
   innately with without any of these
   human tools.. including written words..
   as God lives on a desert Isle no different than
   what we attempt to relate of God in symbols of human
   abstract constructs we name as words.. outcasts find this
   TrUth liGht much easier as we have more time to seek and find
   it outcast of course on a desert Isle with God.. i tried to relate that
   concept to a bunch of folks on a place called the ‘Wrong Planet’.. where
   there was little poetic heART spArk and i attempted to relate it in a poetic
   place named DvERse and that change of seeing Nature as God on a Desert Isle
   was suggested NOT as real change in viewing life whole.. you see.. they are
   still
   waiting
   for God
   to get back as
   a man.. namely
   the person who couldn’t
   figure out what the FucK i was
   speaKinG about when they deleted my
   effort to describe the change that happens
   when God becomes real now on a desert Isle
   and one becomes allone and never alone again..
   Kingdom of Heaven as the Jesus related that the Kingdom
   of God lives within everyone and not just FucKinG him iF yoU
   SeeK iN God of course within.. you kNow it’s funny.. the first priest
   who came to give my Mother the last rites.. went by the book and halLeD
   ass to the next location.. a busy man he was.. the B priest in the hierarchy
   below the alpha priest came in the next day and he had a little time to listen
   to my John 14:12 story.. of course.. i didn’t spell it out for him and he left given
   the opportunity to do that as a nurse came in.. but the third man of the cloth..
   a Hospital Chaplain who doesn’t ‘discriminate’ against any specific faith/sexual
   orientation.. etC..eTc..aL..aT all.. listened intently to my story and could ‘see’ the spiRiT
   iN me more than the book i continue to write no
   different really than the African
   American woman
   at the
   Ryan’s
   Restaurant
   last week who identified
   me as a ‘member of her spiritual
   family’ before i said a thing juST by
   the liGht as my Face iN sMiLes as most
   all African American Churches STiLL noW heAR
   seem to more easily do as they live more by spiRit
   than words alone.. DanCinG praise iN SonG as liGht too..
   as i told her it is more often.. the little children and the ‘minority’
   groups who see me as i aM a Member of tHeir ‘family’ too.. again it goes
   back to the seek and find parT.. the more outcast the more seek and find
   liFE goes with GoD wHole.. the more sympathy unless one becomes a bully
   with vengeance over victory too.. anyWay.. this MacroVerse continues to inspire me..
   as does
   the
   human
   condition
   and God overall too..:)

   STiLL Dreams Dance

   “STiLL Dreams Dance”.. MacroVerse from a year ago.. still pushing
   close to a year here in this effort of responding to an entire year of
   all prompts and links at dVerse Poetry Pub from April of 2015 through March
   of 2016.. as hey.. that’s what ya gotta do to attempt to be part of a community
   when you are the odd creative one out.. hehe.. even in a creative community to
   validate your existence there.. it was only a matter of time when the free verse originator
   of that opportunity for online creativity of poetry left and his nice co-founder too.. let’s just
   say.. the scientist poets took over with their more restricted ways of forms with little patience
   for
   the
   more
   mercurial
   artist(s) who came
   back to visit again and again
   and again without fAil.. heHe.. i was
   a little harder to get rid of than they expected
   for sure.. and all of that year of poetic training
   just readied me as training to write a bible now
   exceeding 1.153 million words at the
   end of that 338,630 word
   GodsUniVerseNovel3
   effort that was
   a gift
   i shared
   with my mother
   the last year i had with
   her in hard copy pages.. she
   could read off my home computer here..
   it was worth all the crosses to give that liGht
   of my soUL to my MOTher as she said she understood
   more about my soUl than ever before and as mentioned earlier
   when the brain cancer started to attack her mind.. her views became
   distorted but hey.. love don’t mind.. love just keeps loving and she did too..
   no matter
   what
   the
   cancer
   said.. Love
   reigned on as rain oF liGht..
   as i Loved it would and Love it does..:)

   ‘They’ say grief comes in three stages.. denial
   anger.. bargaining.. depression.. and acceptance.. and i suppose
   i did the denial/bargaining some at first as i only could think of being
   reborn to my mother forever living with her.. and then there was the
   anger.. nah.. not at her.. but at this patriarchal make you into a big man
   culture to be a warrior/hunter and all that jazz for survival that is truly a part
   of human nature too.. when doubt.. fear.. and scarcity turn into hate
   as surely a scare city too.. i had too many meltdowns at home
   while the bully boys tried to extinguish my soul..
   and my mother had to endure the dark
   they brought to me more
   than anyone else..
   and my sister too..
   i do not like bullies..
   they can even raise my blood
   pressure and turn my feet into
   weapons but i refuse to succumb
   so i dance instead.. and let it all go.. and sure.. i went a little
   ballistic in dance on Thursday night as i remembered all those bullies
   as the head bully is Trump now and those same boys/girls
   follow him
   in
   to
   hell
   of doubt
   fear and hate.. now
   as that is anti-christ incarnate…too..
   i do my best to love my enemies and
   let God with Karma do what’s next within
   them.. if you don’t think you’ll ever have to face
   Karma.. don’t
   look
   in the
   mirror
   don’t
   look in the mirror..
   is the only advice now
   i can give ‘you’.. as i don’t think
   i’ve done the worst of sin.. but when i faced
   God i still endured hell for things i did.. in a burning
   place forever that has no fire.. a place where all is time
   and a second is a thousand years to polish your soul back to pure
   and the Karma that works beyond that let’s just say after you die you
   give up all control and the rest is left up to God.. i wouldn’t wanna come
   back as a grasshopper and be crushed underneath foot then accidentally
   by a child for a thousand times.. so.. you say science doesn’t prove it..
   well the fact is science
   still
   don’t know
   shit now about
   Karma as science
   goes dArk when the liGhts go out too..
   not trying to scare you but just trust me.. Karma is real..
   and the best thing of all is.. is love.. so the best thing for me
   to do now.. is give Trump and all his followers who were the ‘sAMe’
   bullies i encountered by me then all my love and just let it go with the dance
   as God of Nature has given me that most excellent tool to get all my emotions
   out with
   a pen
   of LiFE too..
   in other words what
   lives as my words and my
   dance stays tHeRe and the liGht
   of me GroWs oN more.. from
   the dARk of
   me that
   is
   a distinct
   possibility and
   potEntial reaLITy agAin too..
   in other words.. it is much more than
   grace.. it is FucKinG iF yoU SeeK iN GoD more WORK..
   as God the God of Nature is as real as the Love you FeeL and SenSE..
   and hell yes.. as real as the Hate you FeeL and Sense too… sadly for some folks
   the other
   place
   is
   more inviting to them..
   break the habit.. i can only suggest
   with a DancE and SonG of LiGht aWay from dARk..
   oh yeah.. and yes i am experiencing depression for now..
   i’d rather do that than repress the normal God given cycle of Emotions
   from
   DArk
   to liGht
   agaIN.. tHere
   are no real shortcuts
   of gRace to LiGhT it’s worK..:)

   A photo of Wife Katrina and my beloved cat Elwood who was one of the only
   life lines i had back to love during the stresses of work-life
   and fear over losing my job to decades
   of reductions of force
   facilitated so
   much by
   the automation
   of the human work
   force by computers where
   humans need not apply.. and even worse
   than that as humans become slaves to computers
   behind a screen and come to find out later they have
   lost tHeir humanity as a price of being a slave to all that
   as i surely did as i fAil off the face of humanity for 66 months..
   it’s almost sad to warn folks as what do you do to make a living if
   you do not slave to the demands of a job that requires us to be machine over human..
   the answer is surely by metaphor ‘Jesus’ by literal too.. to give and share to the folks
   without a shirt on their back of soUL.. i do that with words and dance and when all
   giving and sharing money means nothing.. and that’s true as some rich folks
   come to find to in tHeir philanthropy efforts too.. but sadly
   there are still the Trumps.. sadly
   tHeir are
   still
   the Trumps
   as the dARk
   side raises its
   selfish taking head
   as no longer even relevant
   to the snake who does that just to survive in scarcity
   as Trump owns Towers of his own style of Babylon now..
   and to be clear.. Trump is only a metaphor for this.. he is nothing
   without those he rules over to make his slaves either in work or politics same..
   Love wins wiTh a wife in A Garden of Eden with animals other to love too.. Love wins
   is
   real
   when
   isReaL..
   and a memory from
   my friEnd Rafiah from a year
   ago of that as my Muslim friend says..

   I want to have my marital relationship as
   loving and as compassionate as you
   two have mashaa Allah..:)
   Heart Emoticon..

   i respond..

   SMiLes.. And wInks.. Yes..
   we are the marriage model for a new world order..;)
   Very sweet of you to say that as well.. Dear friend.. Rafiah..:)

   And now i say.. the new world order comes from within.. not all
   share it but it gives
   and
   shares
   when isReaL..:)

   Effervescent GREEN Dreams and Black HOLE Souls

   And now.. “Effervescent GREEN Dreams and Black HOLE Souls”..
   A 316 or 317 word effort.. depending on wHeRe you stop
   reading.. heHe.. sure.. i’ll quote it again.. Ynot..
   from two years ago.. in 2015.. rather short..;)

   The greatest lesson of ALL IN my life..

   is the blackest night of the soul..

   can lead to the

   brightest GREEN

   of effervescent Hopes

   of DREAMS AND

   reality of life

   constructed from abstract terms..

   so written and LET be done….

   IN Imagination

   and Creativity

   as SAME AS sane…

   But tHere ARE places of dark..

   wHere no Light can come in or escape..

   YES.. the dark CAN live again…

   So perhaps.. tHis earth IS both heaven or hell or a mixture of BotH..

   And perhaps WE are ALL journeying together in a place called

   LIFE..

   Yes.. the greater lesson of my life IS

   that tHere IS HOPE even wHEn THeRE’s NO hope…

   TheRe IS iMagiNatIon and cre@ivity where none of those exist..

   JUST waiting to bud OUT of cocoons of human hell…

   @to exist once again.. IN Imagination and Creativity

   COME TRUE as

   DREAMS
   AGAIN!
   IN

   heaven
   NOW…

   The butterfly flies again…..

   And yes.. at times.. life stings a lot….

   BUT ThErE IS ALLWAYS HOPE wHeRe

   LOVE

   LiVES

   @NOW

   169

   FeatNote:

   Wife Katrina

   surprises me with

   a Curious George T-shirt..

   with this

   profoundly curious

   primate taking it easy

   just laying back in imagination

   and wonderment about life

   ALL DAY

   EVERYDAY

   in dreams of creativity…

   AND

   In the

   Summer

   of

   2007

   before my fall to

   TOTAL human exhaustion

   and

   19 human chronic stress

   related medically documented

   disorders..

   WHEN MY

   BODY NO LONGER

   IS MAKING SENSORY

   INTEGRATION

   A REALITY AS

   I CHILL

   IN

   100

   DEGREE TEMPERATURES..

   i sit with her on a big recliner..

   WATCHING THE

   ‘CURIOUS GEORGE’

   MOVIE

   and tears..

   start to

   stream

   down

   my face..

   before they stop streaming

   ALL TOGETHER

   AS

   i

   suddenly realize

   i

   no

   longer have

   a heart.. a soul..

   a

   spirit

   of

   CURIOSITY..

   i

   am dead

   for all practical

   intents and purposes..

   as there

   is

   no

   more

   wonder

   in

   my

   life….BUT

   BY GOD i’M THAT

   CURIOUS PRIMATE

   THAT i’M BORN TO

   BE

   AGAIN

   NEVER GOING

   THERE

   316

   AGAIN

   317

   Addicted too

   “Addicted too..” from a year ago MacroVerse memory too..
   and it’s trUe i am addicted to Love and all essence and form
   associated with Love.. and isn’t it kinda funny.. ya can call God
   Love
   but
   to call
   a man love
   as essence over form
   as statue can
   get
   some
   folks so
   bent out of shape
   as essence under form too..
   but nah.. it’s not really funny.. it is
   human Nature.. what some folks cannot
   measure and fit inside a form scares the
   be
   jesus
   out of
   them
   as
   Love as
   essence allone..:)

   i seriously.. visited ‘one’ of
   these so-called Christian
   hate sites spewing hate
   over all naked
   creativity
   we
   see in modern
   culture now.. and ‘they’
   were determined to say
   that Jesus is not Love.. so
   God is Love and Jesus is not
   Love and instead.. a warring beast to destroy
   their enemies now.. don’t make sense don’t
   make sense but hate makes bedfellows for
   Google
   pennies
   still
   in adsense way..;)

   MagicK of God’s Synchronicity

   MagicK of God’s Synchronicity.. just another MacroVerse
   Facebook Memory shared from two years ago too..
   and the thing is.. the word Magick IS A word
   with a K added by a famous
   occultist named
   Aleister
   Crowley..
   and explorer
   of the more hidden
   aspects of the inner human
   Universe for greater God of Nature
   give hUman Potential that science just
   cannot touch with tHeir old two to five step
   or whatever scientific method that relies on
   observable empirical measurable phenomenon
   that can be repeated by several scientist in objective
   measure with results that can be clearly seen now by the
   ‘naked’ eye aS Such which of course is full clothed in form
   by empirical measure so in other words it misses the essence
   of form potEnTIaLly completely too.. so that is wHeRe the words
   occult and esoteric and mystery schools come into play over ‘so
   called’ normal scientific evidence that is really not much different
   than chaining
   god in
   this sacred
   text or that sacred
   bible or the other sacred
   Koran from who ever supposedly
   said this or that inspired by a hoLy
   Creative spirit too.. not much different
   than what is flying off my finger tips in God
   Conversation of my SpiRit within now.. in sure
   what a dude named Neale Donald Walsch referred
   to when he got in his 50’s or so as that is often wHeRe/when
   that floWer of Human Creativity blooms more once the constant
   supervision of children responsibilities are gone and perhaps retirement
   from being a cog in a machine makes art come more as dreamtime of creativity
   more than
   just
   another
   brick in the
   wall of Pink Floyd
   Dream time too.. seriously..
   being a brick in the wall kills
   the God time of forevernow within..
   hands of cLock sweep God of origin out of
   the picture almost completely by my personal experience for sure..
   but hey.. this is usually the best place i for one live.. a place of dreamtime with God now
   as lucid
   dreams
   become
   waKinG dreams
   come to Fruition
   in Flesh and Blood too..
   wiTh that flAMe inside that
   burns more than Luke Hot now..
   but nah.. no drugs for me.. aLL
   Natural with God is how i
   am flOwn
   by air
   and
   swUm
   by water
   Ocean wHole more…
   it’s hard to explain it in
   scientific forms as reason
   but i do what i can
   and
   i will
   what
   i am with GOD
   as co-Creator of my existence foR now..
   as Love as the boat sail that drives me forward now..:)

   The Art of Sacred Movement

   ‘The Art of Sacred Movement’.. MacroVerse from three years ago.. yes..
   YES.. Oh Lord.. it’s been awhile since i brought anything associated with ‘lust’ in
   the discussion here.. as usually depression and all stuff relate to dARk
   of being human takes
   that away
   from
   the liGht
   in all
   the ways
   that comes..
   yes.. being sick..
   takes it away too..
   as the best of LiGht
   as Love is associated
   with all natural
   consensual
   Lust
   of MoVinG
   conNecTinG and
   creATinG too.. repress and oppress.. subjugate
   thaT and what you get is frustration.. aggression..
   violence and even potential dirty bombs inspired by
   dreams of 72 Virgins somewhere else butt consensual porn online…
   all legal aS Such of course with no under legal age old age stuff of older age
   so-called sacred text stuff too..ugh.. just ugh.. get back to Love please with
   a healthy mix of consensual legal lust to drive the libido oF liGht orientated
   creativity and productivity.. take it away and take so many colors of life away..
   the saddest thing of all is never ever holding hands with the opposite sex that
   is not immediately related to you.. until one gets pass the age of married.. that is
   totAlly against God Given Nature that as science clearly shows even in physician case
   study work in some countries leads to sexual abuse with incest and other stuff like rape…
   you can fool the people in Trump ways but YOU WILL NEVER FOOL GOD IN AS NATURE
   TRUTH
   AND LIGHT
   ALL UNCOVERED
   AND NAKED FOR ALL TO SEE..
   in yeS even case study science way..:)

   MagicK Flute 2017

   WeLL.. the (A) next cross of shift by my Mother’s
   death bed is approaching now on 2.18.2017 and
   tHeRE was/is this ‘prophecy’ oF A ‘MagicK Flute 2017’
   that cAMe back on 2.18.2015.. yes..
   exactly two years ago
   brought to me
   still free
   of
   charge by
   the human designed
   FB algorithm that does in some
   ways reflect the mINd oveRAll of God
   too.. as after all hUmans reflect as fractal
   wHOle creativity of/as the science minds that reflect
   the God oF aLL MiNds of and as all of naTure plUs too
   AKA
   God too..

   And with 293 words..
   short enough to quote..;)

   As i stand

   here

   in

   repose..

   March 17..2017

   close to midnight..

   i look back on 2015

   with both joy and sadness..

   joy of the bringing of light

   from the magicK

   FLUTE

   BUT

   DAM!

   SADNESS AT NOT BEING

   ABLE TO KEEP THE

   SECRET

   IN

   2015..

   SERIOUSLY COULDN’T YOU WAIT

   JUST A LITTLE

   LONGER..

   Before you come out as

   a mischievous Leprechaun

   PLAYING THAT DAM

   MAGICK

   FLUTE

   ALL

   OVER THE PLACE

   IN FULL

   PUBLIC PURVIEW..

   AND NOT TO MENTION

   THAT MISCHIEF FILLED

   LEPRECHAUN

   DANCE…

   i

   mean really..

   all you have to do..

   is to keep the werewolf

   facade and how hard can

   that

   be

   considering that Leprechauns

   are not SUPPOSED

   TO

   LOOK

   LIKE

   TALL

   HAIRY WEREWOLFS..

   A PERFECT DISGUISE YOU

   ARE GIFTED WITH

   FROM BIRTH

   IN

   FUR..

   TO KEEP FROM BEING APPREHENDED

   WITH THAT MAGICK

   FLUTE

   IN

   TOW..

   And now look where i am in 2017

   captured as Leprechaun having to grant

   three wishes to everyone

   i

   meet in

   real life

   now..

   And

   OH MY

   GOD

   ON

   TOP OF THAT!

   Having to explain to each and

   every gift seeker that they already

   always have the gifts

   waiting

   inside

   their human being

   just waiting to be released as the higher

   power of human being in accordance with

   Mother Nature

   TRUE..

   JUST WAITING TO ESCAPE

   IN

   THE SOUND OF MAGICK

   FLUTE

   LIGHT

   OF WISDOM..BEAUTY.. TRUTH..

   IN ALIGNMENT

   WITH

   THE SUPERIOR FORCE

   OF MOTHER NATURE

   TRUE

   AKA

   GOD

   2

   !

   And OH MY

   GOD

   this tradition has been passed on from

   the ‘first

   generation

   to

   the seventh now’..

   starting with Krishna

   passing away that magicK

   Flute sometime between

   February 17 and 18th

   in 3102

   BCE

   !

   KEEPING

   Secrets..

   JUST

   NOT

   YOUR FORTE

   HUH!

   BUT ANYWAY ..

   i

   hope you enjoy

   your

   FAT TUESDAY!

   AND NOW

   ON

   TO

   ASH

   WEDNESDAY!

   MEANWHILE..

   a pot of

   GOlD

   to

   PROTECT!

   02182015

   19

   10

   1

   1201

   4

   293

   And now
   i say as
   Saint
   Patrick’s
   Day 2017 and this
   year’s Fat Tuesday
   is yeT to
   arrive that’s
   thaT for NoW..
   Time WiLL
   tale as
   Time alWays
   does relativELy
   SpeaKinG aS noW oN couRse…:)

   And sure.. if yA care to.. yA
   can skip to the end of
   the Magic (MozART)
   Flute
   and
   see in subtitle
   way how all this
   ends and begins again..
   sure.. different actors
   but the
   same
   characters
   And the LiVinG play aGaiN…
   LeT’s juST say iT aLL fiTs toGeTher aGaiN
   in both Tragedy and the Kingdom of Heaven now..:)

   CRap.. i almost forgot to add..
   Facebook Friend Ashe
   says.. as status..

   Drifting apart from friends
   is always a bummer.

   And i return again
   wiTh aGaiN..

   FriEnd IS
   A Verb..
   wHo
   Never
   Dies..
   In other
   Words.. no
   Matter what
   They always
   Come back to
   Say hi.. with never an expectation
   Of anything
   Back.. and
   The
   Reward
   Of
   ThaT
   JuSt is..is..:)

   Facebook Friend and Katrina’s Sister Kim.. says..

   Continuing prayers for you Katrina Marilou Becky.
   My heart is with yall if you or katrina need to talk just call me.
   Love to you both.

   And i say..

   Thanks so much..
   Kim that means so much to me..:)

   Facebook Friend Ned/gigoid comes
   by and says in kind words too..

   My thoughts are with you, my brother….

   And i return with..

   Thanks.. my friend.. and i look forward to
   commenting at your place soon.. as i
   process all these emotions
   that are difficult now..
   and get through to the
   other side
   of this..
   this writing and
   the dance really helps..:)

   In response to a recent
   comment on Rafiah’s blog
   Rafiah says..

   Some sing. Some dance.
   And some stay quiet. These
   all are expressions of human soul.
   Freedom is being able to do whatever form suits one..:)

   And i say..

   Amen.. i’ll be
   Back to sing more…
   At Hospital now with
   Dying Mother.. Love..:)

   Rafiah says:

   Prayers for your mother.
   I wish she stays longer
   with you my friend.

   And i say in return..

   Thanks.. my friEnd..:)

   Rafiah writes another post in
   regard to the human condition
   and Virgins waiting for marriage
   to cure the issue of human lust/love..

   And i return with..

   At first i thought you meant
   suffer and sure.. unrequited
   Lust/Love can surely lead
   to at least
   a great
   deal
   of frustration
   but yes.. as i do admit now..
   i resorted to the online dictionary
   to find the snuffer is that tool the
   altar boys at church use to put out
   the Holy flames..
   and it’s true
   as any
   bee
   that pollinates
   the Azalea as i went across
   the Hospital Meadow where pink
   Azaleas were blooming with dew drops
   of evening moisture.. yes.. got pictures to prove
   it too.. hehe.. could have been a sprinkler system
   i guess.. that i just missed too with sMILes but as you
   said before.. the human condition and lust is just part
   of God being
   ‘him’ and
   surely
   in this case
   the expression
   of the human condition
   full as the most beautiful pArts
   of life are the love and lust working
   in consensual way that creates not only
   more beautiful humans but also in general
   as science shows.. a balance as such makes for
   the libido that is a major source of all human creativity
   and productivity too.. so i hope you are snuffering out that
   feeling in some way that generates creativity and productivity
   more as surELy that is why God makes us that way
   no different
   than the
   Bees
   and
   the Azaleas
   all Natural too..
   what works is what
   works if all for good..
   as the answers within
   are inside
   outside
   above.. so
   below and all around
   liGht as LiFe.. anyWay i hate
   to think of you suffering at all my friend
   even iF.. iT is only A great frustration at hand…
   AnyWay.. this week has been one of the hardest
   of all in my life.. and each day i spend with my mother
   the pain of past depressions come back to haunt me to
   the point i feel the pain of the past from head to toe and
   my body parts become week as kryptonite will do to even superman
   too.. so i started out with a slow dance as my sister replaced us at the
   Hospital tonight.. at SuperWalmart.. with what ‘they’ name as Kundalini
   Rising music and chants for that too.,. and slowly the liGht came back
   to all the cells of my body paRts again.. and by the end of the night when
   i danced to the song ‘I Believe I Can Fly’.. by R. Kelley.. the song we listened
   to when our baby was dying in the Hospital back in ’97.. i really did fly again as
   i’ve been doing the past 42 months when i dance in public.. took about an hour
   and 15 minutes
   to get
   the
   kryptonite
   out of my system
   but for now i’m back
   and thanks for your prayers my friEnd..
   i wish all the pleasure.. namELy.. love in the world.. to you..
   And i hope at the end your life there is a son and a daughter
   who is at your death bed loving you as much as my sister and i love my
   mother as that IS A life complete when one is loved that much for the whole task at hand..
   Insha Allah as
   you
   say..
   God WillIng.. within.. my FriEnd..:)

   PS..

   Oh yeah.. i like seeing your
   new avatar that shows
   your smile.. your
   big genius
   glasses
   and the sun-light
   behind your eYes..
   my lovELy scientist friEnd.. Rafiah..:)

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4. katiemiafrederick says:

   February 19, 2017 at 9:48 AM

   “How deep is your love,
   How deep is your love
   I really mean to learn
   ‘Cause we’re living
   in a world of fools
   Breaking us down
   When they all should let us be
   We belong to you and me”

   -Bee Gees

   It’s a good thing that i have a sister
   and she has a ‘significant other’ for close
   to the same number of years on a day of anniversary
   with Katrina that we made seven days from Valentine’s day..
   that makes it impossible to forget.. hehe.. as the twenty-seventh
   celebration of that comes at the hardest of possible of times this Tuesday..
   the 21st of February that if my mother lives that long will mark the seventh
   day since the 14th of Valentine’s day.. when she went into the hospital to die..
   so yeah.. there are actually four working together out of two loving couples for my
   mother who are sitting by her death bed side.. and for someone who is a little weaker
   in emotional darkness potential as Bi-Polar is about as big of a challenge in life as
   being on the Autism Spectrum.. one has no choice
   but to do whatever it takes
   to stay above
   water
   of Ocean
   whole Love
   as the rings of Dante’s
   Hell start to creep in expanding
   ice around one’s heaRt.. SpiRit and SoUL
   wHeRe pain becomes the reign and one can
   barely move their legs no matter if they leg press
   1020 LBS or not.. as before when i was in that Hell..
   even though i could still press 500 Lbs with my legs then
   same as i could since age 21.. my legs felt so spiritually
   weak thaT is an entirely different issue than the muscles
   that press the weight that i could hardly move walking
   then as my 94 year old Aunt Jettie
   obviously had more spirit
   to even talk..
   as my
   Spiritual emotional
   sensory energy had fallen
   to pain.. and numb and pain
   and numb to eventually all the rings
   i for one could imagine of Dante’s Hell..
   so.. anyway.. if anyone wonders why i make every
   step and every word holy and sacred full of meaning
   and purpose it is the lifeline back to life liGht as the dARk side
   attempts to gain control back of my liGht life.. thing is.. my Mother
   gave us her all and she truly is the only reason i have the wonderful
   light of Katrina in my life as she sure as hell didn’t marry me for my money
   back at the Bowling Center close to minimum wage days as we would live
   first in subsidized housing rental apartments just to get by.. and my Mother’s
   home to save money to almost miraculously buy a home as Katrina became employed
   through her Mother at the Local Newspaper here.. and this thing they call Fibromyalgia
   that i am experiencing off and on again through this emotional pain is precisely that in
   my opinion.. as i do my best to stay strong through the bitter sweet experience of having
   my mother another day and another day as she struggles to breathe and the sadness that
   i am attempting to stay strong with goes into pain and weakness as the depression of pain..
   last night my savior was the Tai-Chi like movement i practice as a practice of life these 42
   months now that is saving my spiritual life now along with peaceful flowing moving
   music like no tool i ever had to ward off the demons of life before..
   miNd and boDy BaLanCinG soUL that i ‘preach’ over and over
   heAR.. is such an important thing to gain unity
   within.. and an art of liGht as movement
   free verse style floWinG
   as sea gull
   spiraling
   around the Sun
   with the sound of muSiC
   to FloW from Head to toe too..
   is surely a savior of Love as my Mother
   taught us that the only thing that counts in life is Love..
   truly she never ever put any materialistic limitations or expectations
   on me.. as the Father’s side said you should be making more money and
   doing more than you are doing now.. thing is.. they were FucKinG yes iF yoU
   seeK iN GoD.. totally incorrect as my Mother taught me Love was more important
   so deep that she sacrificed everything about life for her children and went through
   every dark journey with me with the resolve of never giving up on me.. and it’s true.. i must
   be strong enough to support the love in me.. now.. as the Katrina helps to hold that up too..
   but it comes down in the beginning and the ending just like the so-called Jesus
   dude said.. from within.. inside.. outside.. above.. so below and all around..
   the spirit is holy and the spirit lives in the flesh.. ignore the
   flesh to the detriment of the soUL is the paRt
   of the Christian religion that doesn’t
   sing nearly enough in a MoVinG
   DAncE of LiFe more over
   SonG of words..
   steps count..
   they really do..
   we have a country of what
   could be called ‘love fools’ and
   a leader who leads the way away from
   love and the saddest part of all is the majority
   of his supporters call them selves Christians.. perhaps
   if they could dance with God they would find a Love in heARt
   to Love everyone and not support separating lovely loving families
   of Hispanics.. over worry of sharing subsistence with what they see as
   the lesser among they for the price of laws.. as Caesar’s coins.. poor refugees
   and a way different than a coat hanger abortion for the most desperate of those who
   do not have the mental stability or resources to raise children that is a reality.. like it or not..
   no matter what any book says as the statistics prove in countries that have more abortions
   when planned parenthood is not available when human suffering becomes less important
   than who is right or wrong from a text of an ancient book.. we have a problem Houston.. no
   different than what we had before too.. as a homosexual person couldn’t insure their
   decades old Loving partner before the Obama Savior of the outcasts came
   into the picture to make this country finally one for the
   life.. liberty and the pursuit of happiness for
   all citizens per the Declaration
   of Independence for all..
   and my Mother
   when she was
   young fought for
   rights for women.. but after
   she quit working she was very religious
   in life and started listening to years of radio
   programming that mixed fundamentalist religious
   ideology with alt-right propaganda that still occurs now..
   it changed her and brain washed her as often people do become
   more conservative in their later years.. when Ronald Reagan eliminated
   the fairness of news reporting laws providing equitable views on both sides..
   he hurt my mother’s soul indirectly when he did that.. and all his minions continued
   to do that and do that to the point where Fundamentalists Christians are so brain washed
   now that they elected a virtual anti-christ who flaunts everything against Matthew Chapter
   5 of the beatitudes verses 1 though 11 and did it all through his campaign promises with
   the embrace of the evangelistic Christian community overall.. all the
   way through with the top dog of Franklin Graham singing
   his praises all the way to the end of ‘left behind’..

   so i repeat

   “I really mean to learn
   ‘Cause we’re living
   in a world of fools
   Breaking us down
   When they all should let us be
   We belong to you and me”

   as surely.. Jesus would repeat
   if the Good Cop version was on
   eARTh today with a Mother who taught
   him from birth the most important lesson that
   in the end and he beginning Love is all that counts..
   and i always forgave my mother for her new views of this
   way away from love as we watched her will to become brain
   washed by it over decades after Ronald Reagan took the truth
   away and the new ‘Neo Nazi Reign’ gained a foothold in this country.. it
   is no joke.. the Alex Jones and the Breibarts and the Limbaughs and
   the other showmen of psychopathy now gain power with doubt and fear
   and hate rule this country now.. infiltrating it with truly fake news
   that i for one have monitored for decades now to see the
   spread of it from sea to declining shores of love..
   and it took some of the light out of
   my mother’s eyes..
   and just
   imagine
   for those Catholics
   out there who say they believe
   in Love and all the rest as they hold
   the ideal of pure ‘white’ Love in the Mother
   of Mary Statue they worship no different than
   Isis for this role model of love.. you are killing Mary..
   you are taking the light away from her eyes in metaphor
   and literal.. wake up to love please.. before it is too late.. make
   your Ocean of Love so deep that you exclude no one from East to
   West to North to South Hemispheres of Earth as one Globe of Love..
   fact of the matter is.. if i could become Jesus i would will to make this happen..
   other fact of the matter is.. no matter what ‘they’ would still follow their anti-christ
   Trump as the human being is vulnerable to being brainwashed by the power of suggestion
   dArk or liGht.. but not everyone but not everyone.. not the outcasts from love who had
   to learn
   it
   back
   on their
   own after
   all was lost
   in poor of spirit..
   just hope it doesn’t take another
   world war to bring love back as this
   one is the one with no point of return..
   at least have some empathy and compassion
   for the flowers as their colors are tainted by hate.

   ReAlly..
   How
   Deep
   is ‘your’ Love..
   the dance speaks louder than song.

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5. katiemiafrederick says:

   February 19, 2017 at 10:27 PM

   The year is 2006.. and Katrina’s
   Mother is in a Hospital room close
   to where my Mother is now… the first
   time i ever witness a human being pass away..
   and very difficult i will add but of course.. much more difficult
   for Katrina then.. and i was afraid that night she would go to
   the dark
   side as
   i have
   done in life
   and not make it back
   too but she did.. and i continue
   to enter and exit with the tools of Move..
   Connect and Create at hand.. and on that night..
   a Methodist Preacher who used to be the Mayor of
   our town.. named Byrd Mapoles as a flying Mayor too..
   was at Katrina’s Mother’s side and his advice to us while
   we were still fairly young is to find a church.. any church for
   the moral support we would need very much later in life..
   and i must say.. we got it today and more than
   that from Church to Restaurant to
   Stores and for witness
   from me to
   others
   witnessing the
   dance of me.. of the
   healing power of MoVinG
   Free verse with Music as the
   entire Body becomes a vessel of
   liGht With the SouNd oF DAncE
   and SonG WiTh allone Aka God
   in Unison wHOle as liFe
   rises hiGher
   as Love
   as Love as
   A LiGht oF LoVe
   that shines BriGhter
   than the DArk that generates
   that liGht too.. and last night.. i had
   some Young African American Boys
   with their Mothers trying their feet at
   Spiraling Dance and one of the Boys..
   Diagnosed With Asperger’s Syndrome that
   i was able to give a little more hope to the Mother
   as stuff settles out with age and experience more as even
   the original case study scientist who named the syndrome as
   such found that in longitudinal study.. not only did the children survive
   as adults.. they actually thrived once they found a niche in life they excelled
   in that they could even make a successful living at with even significant others too..
   anyway.. i dipped back in the pain of dArk and came back again with Dance and Social
   Support in so many places dipped again and the cycle of dARk comes and goes for
   now as my Mother continues to hang in tHeRE as her Doctor said there is no
   way she would be here now if not having a very strong heart and surely
   it is the Love that makes the heart tick stronger.. and the lesSon
   i will learn from this is to love even stronger as
   my Mother already lives in me..
   both in environmental
   learning way
   of love
   and
   innate genetic
   propensity fulfilled
   now too.. even to the voice
   that carries me in song at church
   higher to the spirit bird rising up to
   Temple top liGht of Love as spiRit WinGS
   SinG a DancE of Song that will not be clipped..
   and yeah.. announcing the 27th anniversary of me
   and Katrina at the end.. and the Monsignor Priest saying
   after that.. aren’t you 30.. Katrina.. And going on to quickly
   say that i was his Tennis Buddy back in the old days of school..
   Priest not admitting he beat me.. three years my senior then.. but
   me saying clearly out loud it was you who won.. and haha.. he played by the book..
   then too..
   form
   all the
   way.. free verse
   for me.. win or lose..
   sTiLL noW of course2..
   wRiTe oN Course aS WeLL..
   And to be clear the photo is from
   today at Ryan’s all one can eat feeding
   trough in Milton where our favorite waitress
   is joining in on the selfie fun.. as i manage a smile that comes from Love..:)

   Back in the morning after dreams to process so many emotions and memory images
   of a transit across a river to exist the pain that life can bring with Love as well
   to power us across the deepest Ocean one with it through time that is always now as
   nows go on in feeling and sensing more.. and what i noticed more than the stressed
   looks on Walmart faces is the Mothers around me expresSinG Love for their children..
   sadly can’t say i remember seeing many men doing it for their children in
   fact there were some angry growls here and there from the
   old south men when the children veered
   from their lines of sidewalks
   to restrict..
   sure.. a
   Mother is more likely
   to let her sons dance than a Father..
   and that is kinda sad as dance was the
   original art of the warrior and lover same
   for the roots of human that lived a life foremost
   with the non-verbal dance as a way to communicate from
   day to night.. with a verbal song of oral tradition to respect
   the ancestors of before and all of Nature same as holy and sacred
   full of meaning and purpose where you named a plant this and that to
   know what was good to eat and poisonous to touch and all the dARk and
   liGht that comes to Nature real with the realest pARt of all as the feelings
   and senses that human beings do give and share to relate.. and yeah.. labeling stuff
   is kinda gotten out of hand now.. literally where screens take the place in labels of
   the human touch.. smell.. taste.. feel and sense so much more than what is stuck
   in a box
   ranging
   from 4
   to 60 inches
   of a virtual world
   of facts and figures and
   art as well.. so where are the sand
   castles to build these days to touch to smell
   to taste the salt air of the olden days of imagination
   and creativity unbridled in systemizing ways.. inside of course
   within.. above.. so below and all around and sure i can attempt to
   put that in words but sitting still is still a prison i must escape..
   sorry.. Candy Crush does takes one’s mind off the worries of life but it also
   removes one from the Ocean of the warm and fuzzy from the glow of human eyes
   and
   the
   touch
   bound by
   no distance
   space or time..
   it’s heavy stuff baby
   but it feels and isreal..:)

   Poetry and art in general focuses on the
   emotional and sensory experience of life to give
   and share and to relate in symbols that others can take..
   Dance IS A uniVerSaL creative language that needs no guidelines
   or signposts to create.. just let it go as ‘they’ say and co-create
   the steps with God as we go.. or not.. and stay more stagnate as choice
   of relative
   free will
   allows
   us to stay
   on stagnate
   sidewalks if that is what
   we like or told we must do
   and never veer from sidewalks
   prisons of the pass rule books that
   become closed as human hearts.. spirits and souls..:)

   YA R A Star

   So.. a MacroVerse to share from three years ago here..
   surely short enough to quote.. ‘YA R A Star’.. no
   sidewalks
   heAR..

   i

   am

   a

   star

   !

   *

   !

   ya

   r

   a

   star

   !

   *

   !

   together we shine

   as

   ON

   e

   !

   *

   i

   STAR BRIGHT

   AS

   LIGHT

   AND

   LOVE

   WHERE HATE BRINGS

   BLACK

   HOLE

   SUNS

   we retreat..

   to LOVE each other IS ALL

   th@’s

   counting..burning brighter

   raising

   yOur

   arms

   to skeY

   E

   a S

   Y

   e

   s

   together we glow and grow stronger..

   brighter and lighter..

   in

   LOVE

   ONE

   LOVE

   SkEyE

   LOVE again

   togetHer

   AS

   ONE

   MotHEr

   N@ure

   4

   ONE

   LOVING BURNING BRIGHTER

   WHITER..

   LIGHTER

   !

   LOVE

   LEAVING …….

   DARKNESS BEHIND………………………………………………………

   NOWMOREONEFOREVERFORONEMORE..

   NOW

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   tHE SToNE

   SpiRiT oF heaRT SoaRS

   “SpiRiT oF heaRT SoaRS”.. MacroVerse
   from a year ago.. discussing the rigid
   requirements of not veering from the sidewalk
   of Islam with Friend Soheir from Egypt with a common
   understanding that God Lives on a Desert Isle with no books
   or words at all..
   but somehow
   the opposite
   meaning that
   here God
   only
   lives
   in a Book of rigid
   guidelines and can live
   no where else in rules to behold…
   Thing is.. there is a Trump born somewhere
   every moment who believes with all his or her
   or eTc.. heARt SpiRit sOUL that they know the wHole
   Truth and nothing but tHeir God Given TrUth and liGht..
   fAct is.. they are one point of liGht and TrUth WiTh God and
   God of all thAt iS Nature is all the points of LIGht and TrUTh
   and yes..
   even
   lies
   and deceit
   as the dARk of
   that for those who
   see what thaT makes for the spiRit
   of HeARt and mINd and BoDy BaLanCinG
   soUL to seek and find more TrUth and liGht
   to beHold to give and share for those who wish to take
   and add to TrUth and liGht as another verse for the UniVerse
   beYOnd iNfinity noW as GoD wHOle.. but you see.. this is a continuing
   expanding View of God heAR.. i will not chain God in words or books or
   any
   one
   human alone..
   and even in church
   yesterday as the subject
   of the days was love surely
   on topic with me for now
   and forever as
   liGht
   and Love
   and Truth
   and Wisdom
   with Beauty
   too and the
   Joy of
   Living
   LIGht
   and TrUth noW..
   the Deacon speaking the homily
   went so far that i for one have never
   heard in Catholic Church.. to say that Luke’s
   ‘version’ was better than Matthew’s ‘version’ admitting
   the book was not perfect.. perhaps unwittingly so but never
   the less so.. that’s progress looking out of at least one box..
   real progress is seeking and finding out of all the boxes as the books
   and the words and the churches and the deacons priests and pastors and even pope
   in some cases
   at least
   are not
   afraid of
   God’s science
   or art of life for more
   of a StiLL exPanDinG hUman UniVerse
   wiTh God eYes now.. the liGht knows and
   feels no closed doors of words or books or this
   or that
   human
   alone..
   the liGht iS
   allone allnow allreal..as LoVE..:)

   Photo of Katrina from a year ago.. celebrating
   the “Age of Adaline”.. only a movie of course
   that was real in my case for a woman retaining
   her youthful late twenties or so at age middle forties..
   Katrina the vision of beauty and full feminine in form but
   spirit.. sure.. enough masculine will and strength in hEr full soUL
   BaLanCinG as such too.. otherwise she would have never made it through
   the test
   of me
   heHe..R..
   anyWay.. again..
   our anniversary of 27
   years tomorrow as beauty
   lives on with love always and forevermorenow..
   the greaTest gift of love my mother gifted to me..
   to capture a Beauty and Love as great as Katrina’s alive
   to give
   and
   share FReED..:)

   How deep is your Love..
   my my.. how the song has changed
   across the ages.. and surely a reflection
   of society as the soft of love and grace of nurturing
   way has become more wham bam thank you m’am in raw sex as such
   as pop-culture surely shows now in full view of visual and music way..
   a reflection of the changing times of culture as when soft love becomes
   hard to find.. hard love becomes the find and seek as soft love escapes from view..
   easy to find this all around in pop-culture now.. as it’s true when no warm and fuzzy
   hugs of the social group are close to touch and feel all that’s left really is to ‘love
   yourself’.. and get the comfort in hard and short bursts in finding Mr. or Ms. Goodbar aS Such..
   hook-ups per say and do..
   and in places like
   Japan..
   the
   young folks
   losing interest
   in even the wild thing
   with the opposite sex there..
   thing is.. Karma applies to all of Nature
   not just humans as apples to apples for there
   are bananas and oranges and birds and bees too..
   while it might seem like a hard and cruel world more
   away from soft love now.. truth is we have made it very hard
   for the other species of God’s Nature on the Planet earth to thrive
   and survive now.. and as God’s Nature goes we all reap what we do or
   do not
   sow..
   use
   it or
   lose it soft
   love applies as
   apples to appLes too..
   and surely.. Trump is Microcosm
   of the Macrocosm of this phenomenon
   as Patriarchy rears its empathy-less
   and compassionate-less snake head higher
   for survival in places of scarcity but the thing is..
   the real scarcity now is not starving death as those folks
   who vote have enough to eat.. the real scarcity is the slow
   crucifixion
   of soft
   love of
   the touchy
   feely dancy
   singy kind that
   gives and shares it
   all for Love and Love allone..
   with empathy and compassion strong..
   for the joy and necessity of working
   and Loving togeTheR all one in a furry group
   hug that knows no fear of intimacy more than
   quick
   in or
   out or
   up and
   down quick
   stroke of hook-up love..
   so.. what’s the end result.. less
   reproduction.. in the end of the Japan
   Youth phenomenon where self love is all that’s left
   and people are pushing baby carriages with mechanical dogs inside..
   And the truth is.. no matter how hard it may seem for humans.. in the end
   result of sow and reap it is taking more from Mother Nature God same than giving
   that is
   the reap
   of less sow for
   humanity feeling
   and sensing the gift
   of Life as any social
   animal does it fully naked
   together in a balance of soft and
   hard love together.. the hell we make
   will be the hell we live but somewhere else
   on the planet.. room is left for creatures of
   God who
   live
   by the
   rule of God
   Nature BaLancE..
   Dominate Nature and
   God and God/Nature bites back..
   as Love is the hiGhest power gifted
   to human but don’t forget God has teeth too..
   believe
   it or
   not
   Ripley’s
   and Horatio’s too..
   unplug or not.. and get
   back with the God of Nature..
   Godzilla will sing all of his/her/eTc.. song with teeth too..
   and truth is.. it is the Trump’s with the Teeth of God as dARk Force
   of destruction
   and liGht from
   dARk that perhaps
   will come to a more deserving
   creature than human out of balance..
   are we smART enough in ArT of BaLanCinG to survive…
   miGht
   as well
   enjoy liFe
   iN HeaVEn
   for those
   who seek and
   find it now.. as you
   can’t find City Hall that has no Love..
   as ‘this peace will last as long as
   it can’ and WiLLs WiTh LoVe..:)

   “So.. who am i heaR to Save”

   “Don’t be too surprised iF iT
   is not human who is the chosen
   ones as hUman WiLL make that choice
   wiTh WiLL/LoVe or NoT continUing NoW”..:)

   Yes.. i sAid that as just another one
   of God’s ‘representatives’ on eARTh..:)

   Dance of the MagicK Flute

   And now ending on the note of A MacroVerse Memory from two years ago
   with “Dance of the MagicK Flute” NoW as i continue an exploration of
   TrUth and liGht in Wisdom and Beauty and i must say SpRing in January
   through February of this year with all the beautiful flowers from Azaleas
   to Jasmine to Roses Red as MaGiC Love iS STiLL SinGinG and DanCinG a way
   to Beauty’s BeYoND RainBoW liGht as Love to me.. with even reports of Birds hatching
   eggs that normally does not Happen ’till
   the Easter of
   rebirth
   in
   April..
   yes.. obviously it’s
   climate change that has
   killed most of Winter in the
   Florida LA Lower Alabama Florida
   Panhandle heAR.. i can’t change ignorance
   but what i can do is enjoy spRinG as a silver sliver
   lining of the DArk.. the ignorant BrinG as death
   to other species and places
   of environment
   that human
   eYes of
   God iN
   Kali
   dARk Destruction
   lives a reality no different
   really than the Asteroid that made
   the Gulf of Mexico and killed off the
   Dinosaurs to make the rise of our furry ignorant
   out of Balance asses as the DARk Kali Force of Culture
   that lives out of Balance iN HuMan eYes of GoD NoW..
   you see.. theRe is dArk and briGhter
   LiGht and The ‘Church’ ideology
   that promotes the Kali DArk
   of destroying lifE LiGht
   on this
   pLanet
   now iN
   ignorance
   out of BaLanCE
   can be the Force to KiLL
   us all in the end of now
   and arise another intelligent
   species after they scorch the eARTh
   with their desires.. around 300M years or so
   after their prayer of World War III.. or we can
   continue to enjoy Heaven in the NoW of thIS KinGdom
   of God as LiGht on this eARTh NoW.. thing is.. no matter
   what for now i will Dance my Magic Flute 2017 and carry on
   way ward suns toward liGht as sentient StaR duST pLus me and
   all my FriEnds who LovE LiGht as a community of isreal illuminati
   NoW.. with no leader
   but the God
   oF liGht
   who lives
   within.. go ahead
   and worship the Kali
   God of Destruction and imbalance
   iF ya like as thAT is pArt of dARk of
   GoD iN yOur eYes too.. the life yA sow
   and reap will be the life yA live and live
   with each otHeR too.. you see.. i don’t have to write
   any of this down as the God oF aLL is StILL fully in charge
   now.. i’m just like a court reporter with hELping hints.. take it with
   a gRain
   of sand
   and be that
   grain of sand
   as holy and sacred full
   of meaning and purpose no greater
   or less than any other grAin of sand
   out of BaLancE or be the AValanche that goes away..
   your
   choice
   your will
   alone allone
   toGeThEr or Not..
   allonELove Wins bESt is aLL i KnoW isREaL..:)

   Oh yeah.. and this was the MacroVerse where one
   of the ‘Wrong Planet’ inhabitants exclaimed that
   i was Walt Whitman reincarnated.. and yeah.. i had to Google
   him as all i really knew about him was/is we are all leaves of grass
   whole as God all that is and our soul lives isREal as our flesh.. and
   the folks at dVerse Poetry land online spoke to this free verse free nature
   dude too.. way way way ahead of his time in human freedoms that thanks to civil
   rights comes to fruition more now.. where i can publish whatever the F i like to
   express myself as priest of the Cosmos too.. God living within refusing to shut up..
   expressing
   all the
   middle
   age
   heHe..
   beauty of
   me free and
   naked too.. as
   any Bohemian Rhapsody
   WiLL do as Free.. hmm.. got
   a song to end hear i guess too..
   as the Bohemian Rhapsody is just another
   version of Mozart’s Magic Flute in modern age way..
   of
   Rock
   and Roll2..
   pARTy on iN
   the Kingdom of Heaven
   or not.. seek and find it..
   or not.. the gift of relative
   free will IS A double edged sWord
   of dArk and liGht chose your weapon
   ArT LoVe with WiLL or doubt wiTh Hate Fear..:)

   AnyWay.. this Bohemian Rhapsody sings reAms to me..
   as obviouSly it as all about Freddy Mercury’s struggle to
   be different from an Islam culture very adverse to different..
   particularly.. so-called different sexual orientations with Freddy’s
   obvious struggle to be free from the chains that bore him away from
   his God Given Nature.. and sooner or later whatever it is that sets you
   different from the norm which surELy in my case has always been Asperger’s
   of boy you act strange or i really wish you could give me some of your high and
   what the FucK are you on dude noW in ways of illicit drugs.. and sure.. the dArk side
   that noT a soul but your immediate family.. if you are fortunate enough like me.. want
   any part of ThAT you aT all..
   as one can be swarmed
   with love in a bed of cancer
   but a bed of invisible illness of
   depression is the cancer that is
   invisible where the homeless person
   who has schizophrenia or whatever with
   a still somewhat sturdy body is told pull
   your boot straps up on your bare Jesus feat
   and get to work young man or F iN starve to death..
   and this is the way of the so-called Modern Christian
   and sure it is the way of Kali head hunters too.. just
   in different religious guise in how they come.. Freddy won in the
   end/beginning now sTiLL.. yes Freddie Mercury as his loVe LiGht SpiRit/heARt/SoUL
   sTiLL SinGS/Dances FReED on YouTube to lift the liGht of the OutCast trUe and LiGht..
   So.. you didn’t know Freddy was Jesus.. the man who lived for only art of love..
   sorry.. you
   missed
   him
   if you
   thought he was
   queer as there have
   been many queer Jesus’s
   in many ways
   who
   have
   already
   come back
   and gone again
   and come back for more now..
   i am fortunate.. i have had one biological
   mother and two step mother’s.. one who is still
   living by the assistance of oxygen tank in Tallahassee
   too.. i’ve had older friends some of who have said i was
   a son to them as Mothers too.. for i am love and love spReads
   when liGht and the best thing of all is when i endured the suicide
   disease.. of Type Two Trigeminal Neuralgia from wake to sleep for 66 months
   along with 19 total medical disorders often described in this long form poem..
   i did not end my life of worse than crucifixion pain as illustrated in the book
   my mother bought on that to prove me wrong.. best part of all is.. she didn’t see any
   of her
   children
   go before she..
   i have no children.. only son who died..
   but i have love.. the greatest LOVE
   gift birthed in and as me by a
   Mother who never gave up
   on love
   no
   matter
   how dARk
   her son
   grew
   in
   the abyss of hell..
   the cancer spoke for her
   and she named me a demon
   in heaven.. but that is okay
   as she loved me when i really was a demon
   for all practical intents and purposes when love dies for 66 months…
   Love
   carries
   on when
   LIGht isReaL..
   and the Doctor gives
   her perhaps.. through the end of today….
   i guess
   i’ll
   be back
   or perhaps i have written
   enough and i’ll dance from noW oN.. as flesh and blood
   shines Brighter aliVe.. i’LL listen deep within for the answer to sing..
   God kNows
   feels senses
   best when sPeaks within..:)

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6. katiemiafrederick says:

   February 21, 2017 at 11:20 AM

   A Picture(s) tales a story of a bitter
   sweet anniversary on the 21st of
   February where now into the 7th day
   without food or water.. my Mother is still
   hanging on to her dear life to us to be with
   Katrina and i on our 27th anniversary.. sure as usual
   she proves the ‘experts’ wrong and lasts a day longer without
   even any help from oxygen either.. just her sPiRit.. juSt her heArt..
   just her soUL of Love that continues to never cease to ever give up on a
   Life
   of
   Love
   for others
   and never her
   alone.. my mother has
   lived off of less than 500 dollars
   a month in a subsidized rental place
   for elders who are still fully independent
   for a 90 dollar rental fee a month.. an electric
   bill.. a water bill and managed still to give almost half
   her income to many different charities.. five dollars here
   ten dollars there and to her poorer family members too..
   while my father who left her for the goal of a wife who would
   bring in bucks spent the last 12 years of his life spending about
   half of his Five thousand dollar a month retirement income on Lottery
   tickets in his life long goal to get really rich.. and yes.. interestingly enough..
   my mother spent 20 years with the same income of Love forgoing any food stamps
   or supplemental social security income to bring it up.. as she simply didn’t care about
   money.. Love
   was/is always
   her
   food and
   water and no doubt
   that is how she lived unwittingly
   with the ravages of cancer.. including
   bone cancer for close to two years.. with
   only the need for a bayer aspirin as that was
   the only pain killer she ever took.. and rarely over
   one tablet.. as her medicine was Love.. i don’t think people
   really understand the healing power of Love.. and my mother not
   only talked to it.. she exercised it and still does in FeeLinG us into our
   anniversary as love never dies when isreal.. i am the bread of life.. i am
   not Jesus.. i am Love.. Jesus spoke to the healing power of love and sadly
   so many people still consume him at communion and never find that love..
   as the communion IS A communion of love beginning and ending of
   creation of human.. a greaTest story ever lived when Love isREal..
   iN MoVinG.. ConNecTinG.. CreAtinG ways.. thing is..
   if you don’t believe it.. if you don’t seek
   and find and continuously
   practice this higher
   power of
   human
   being that
   is Love and
   Faith one in being..
   You never get Jesus as
   Jesus and God in way of human
   hiGher power is barefoot love without
   any dollar bills at all sinking one down in
   Trump Towers that feeL and sense no isreal
   Value of Love.. If you really Love Jesus and God
   the same as one being make him love in you and bring
   him to life again.. as that Love will heal you and your loved
   ones more than any dollar bills of life.. at least when it isREAL aliVE..
   My mother doesn’t want any public eulogies of her in the local newspaper..
   she doesn’t want any ceremony for her memory.. but you see it matters not as
   most everything i write is for the power of Love and that is what my mother is.. Love..
   so.. every day and every page and every floWinG River StreAm of words is dedicated
   to that DiViNe NuRtuRinG Love of the MoTher that never ends.. Love Love as Faith as Love
   gRows to an Ocean wiTh ever exPaNdinG shores that knows and feels and senses no borders/
   Walls with other living beings and Nature whole.. and sure.. i go a step further in John 14:12
   than my Mother too as the alt right radio stations had her convinced to keep that
   Love in U.S Borders as sadly that is how hate can disguise itself when
   anyone is left out from what you can and will call
   Jesus and God Love as empowered
   iN us when isreal when
   those Matthew
   Chapter 5..
   verses 1 through
   11 ways of Love are not
   just locked inside a book.. when
   that Love comes out to play with
   all that exists in this beautiful adventure
   that can be a loving life with all.. but again..
   takes seeking finding and not only SinGinG
   But DAnCinG a LiGht oF Love to give and share
   with all.. platitudes perHaps but when all you need is
   the bread and water of Love the communion is whOle
   and all becomes Holy and Sacred FuLL of Meaning and Purpose
   as Love to share as filLed beYOnd the BRiM aS Temple of God as flesh and blood now..
   AnyWAy,, what comes what may still comes.. and we have been at the Hospital for about
   16 hours and are going back soon.. and it is a very rainy grey day.. and this makes the
   second memorial MacroVerse for a Mother who is Love.. and appropriate i WiLL also
   say in synchronicity Numerology way.. as this IS A number 77 MacroVerse of a
   “Netherland Bible 2017”.. totaling 1,153,816 words with the 76th
   Macro Verse of “Mother’s Gift Now” added in and this
   one to be named now at number 77 and also
   MacroVerse number 748 of Ocean
   whole poem still exceeding
   3.3 Million words
   to summarize
   all of what’s
   going down
   for isreal
   heRE sTiLL..
   noW as words fLoW oN..
   and sure.. i wanna publish this while
   my Mother is still alive as i have been fighting
   the polar opposite of where i can go in life with a continuing
   dance of life to keep the spirits up to fight for Love as Life.. and
   this writing is what brought my heARt.. SpiRit and soUL back to take
   away the fears of my Mother that i would never be whole again as soUL..
   and the dance goeS oN and the dance goeS oN as Mother’s LiGht as Son..
   as
   son
   of love
   as i dance
   and sing to
   reMaiN Love as
   that came all naturally
   to my MoThER from birth to living death..:)

   TRUTH under LOVE

   And in ending heAR with new beginnings alWays just another tribute
   to the wife and mothers everywhere as the symbol of the Goddess Isis
   was used this way as the person who always puts the chaos of life back together
   in Osiris way whole as Osiris streAMs the ‘River Styx’.. ‘TRUTH under LOVE’.. thE greATest
   TrUth and liGht is love when isREaL fuLL and overfloWinG wHOle.. It’s really trUe and liGht..
   you live
   as
   much
   as you love..
   love does trump hate
   and that really makes me feel
   sorry for all the Trumps in life who
   will never win a lottery ticket as great as Love..
   really sad.. so.. reAlly sad.. IS A liFe filLed less than Love foR All NoW..:)

   “Sun oF Love”

   Footnote.. the beginning and ending song
   heAr from the ‘Turn of a Friendly Card’ Album
   by the Alan Parson’s Project
   named ‘Time’
   is.. yes.. sTiLL
   mY Mother’s Favorite Song..
   Truly with Love Time Flows like
   a river with never any clock hands to hold us back from Free..
   Please Dance and Sing Love.. it is all that will save this species from demise..
   either
   now or
   then
   Love WinS noW..:)

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