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Green Pill of Gay Confederate FREE FLAG Knowledge

Posted on June 27, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Yes.. ‘this’ just goes to show that there are at least some weeds to
pick in every cultural vocation.. and yes.. this stands true
for non-paid vocations as well.. like dance.. poetry..
and song.. there are weeds to
get in the way
of work..
in
progress.. smiles..:)

It’s really simple; and by the way this is NOT directed at ‘YOU’..;)

It is a monologue; and THAT is what ‘Gillberg Criteria Asperger’s does’..;)

God is the Force of Nature as Naturally evolving NOW.

NOW IS ALL THAT EXISTS.

NOW IS GOD.

And God does evolve ‘humans’;
‘normal humans’, anyway;
with affective empathy
that allows humans to
feel the pain of other
humans; children
share laughter
with other
children;
not ’cause
of church
but because of all naturAlly
evolving innate instinct and
intuition to do JUST THAT;
BUT THEN; cognitive empathy
comes from trial and error
in socially cooperating with other
human beings for greater chances at human survival.

Alphabets and written language are developed to enhance this
survival with written text of what works best for human peace of
mind and overall subsistence activities to maintain and thrive the
human population alive as is; particularly, in food gathering, shelter
making, and reproductive activities. So the bible is developed as a
rudimentary written code to enhance the survival of the social group;
and in doing this the laws of human nature are uncovered that include
a Universe of much differently experienced emotions and senses among
a tribe of human beings; but never the less, consistencies are observed that
make life work better, overall, for survival; so the great work of human survival
goes on; God exists as all of this; and strange that people cannot see THAT reality
of how this started and how it goes on; people get caught up in semantic differences
of abstract language code to describe, as much of reality that varies in mileage from each
human being; particularly, psychopathic leaning individuals that are totally selfish and don’t
give a crap about the rest of the social group; there is a time when they are pushed off of cliffs
as they serve no useful purpose for the survival of the social group as one with the GOD of Nature;
now they are tolerated no matter how silly they act in selfish ways of more or less, trying to feel a love
in life that is to lost to them; for reasons of screwed up nurturing parents; or whatever it is in social stress
that kills their ability to feel a full nuanced life of heart in emotion, balance in emotions and senses in soul;
and the ability to fully express spirit of emotions verbally/non-verbally to carry on the mission of survival of
human beings that has been going on for thousands and thousands of years with great success; anyway, GOD
exists as Nature; always has and always will long after human beings disappear from the face of the earth will all
their verbal disagreements over a reality that is as clear as the nose on their face and emotions of love, hope, faith
and belief in the laws of Nature AKA GOD that truly work super cool for those who do work in alignment with those
laws of GOD AKA Nature, instead of going against them; like sitting still as a couch potato with a remote control
watching TV everyday; consuming sugar and fats all the time; and in general, falling to the ‘sin of culture’ rather
than living in accordance with the LAWS OF HUMAN NATURE AS ASCRIBED BY THE NATURE OF ALL AKA GOD..:)

HAVE A NICE NOW; it’s all one gets; all one ever had; and all one ever will be with the GOD of Nature as ONE
FORCE OR ILLUSION OF SEPARATION;
THE greatest GOD Delusion
of IT
ALL;
Yes, separation
from GOD as Nature..:)

The Jesus of Gnostic Gospel of Thomas attempts
to explain this in parables, as Lord knows if anyone
with this much common sense did it in plain language
it would be too simple for most minds to understand this TRUTH.
Culture clouds the God of Nature; always has; always will; to escape
Culture in mind and body balance is to once again ‘join hands’ with GOD;
and be born
AGAIN WITH THE
GOD OF Nature, instead
of Insane rules of Culture
that make no real human nature
sense AGAINST the Laws of Nature AKA GOD;
as applicable to Nature and Human
Nature, specificAlly as
Core TRUTH.

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

SAME STUFF OF THE BIBLE;
for those with
deeper eyes and ears
who are not afraid of the Truth;
but of course most people cannot
handle the TOUGH LOVE TRUTH OF
GOD THAT rarely stays fair through the
course of a lifetime; and yes, in this way;
GOD is a lot like Jack Nicholson in this
play of life that is more like reality
than any bible school
class of
study; afraid of THAT
FACT THAT ALL WE
GET IS
NOW;
TO make the best
of it is truly SUPER COOL..:)

BUT AGAIN; most people
CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH
THAT GOD EXISTS; BUT
GOD AIN’T FAIR;
AT LEAST NOT in
one
lifetime
for NOW..:)

Conservatism, is part of innate nature, in general, as nicely illustrated in
this Ted Talk Video. It is as predictable as the nose on a person’s face,
per metaphor of GOD gifted nature, as God as Nature, as is for Now,
as
HUMAN NATURE..:)

Some folks are open-minded;

Some folks are closed-minded, IN GENERAL.

Polarized gender roles are strict closed-minded ways of social
roles in general; the stuff in between, is openness to NEW experience;
novelty, variety, diversity, in other words, ‘the strange’; not something
that conservatives AKA Republicans can deal with easy; OVERALL,

ha! even when
one doesn’t write the

standard way
IN ‘Queen Victoria’s English…

I like novelty.

I ain’t scared of different;

Smiles..:)

YES, IT IS ‘THE MATRIX’;

and I for one choose the
green pill; as i understand
both ways of
life; and realize
the red and blue
pill Folks, one or the other, are
not going AWAY, as different;
so in this way, I am A SUPER COOL
OPEN-MINDED
GREEN-PILL LIBERAL..;)

I can understand that;

as I for one read 10 to 15 times faster than the average human;

typing close to 130 words a minute when properly focused

is an excellent advantage in today’s world, too.

Problem is we live a society now,

where science assesses the average attention span

of a human being around that of a gold fish; yes, literally, a gold fish.

I write 11K word free verse epic poetry in one sitting; so attention and focus is NO PROBLEM FOR ME; NOT THE case though for the other 95 or so percent of the population that cannot do more than a Facebook status.

So science must get a little creative in the way of Ted Talks if there is any possibility that most anyone will gain the ability to think outside of the box, and in stretching their mind a little in novel possibilities of new horizons in thinking.

And to be clear, repeating the same old tired phrases that have been repeated in textbooks for decades is not getting outside of the box. At least Ted Talks, GET OUTSIDE OF THE BOX; and at least for me that is refreshing.

I am TIRED OF THE SAME OLD PHRASES,

so I CHOOSE to create and just don’t talk about it;

I JUST DO IT, in whatever way suits my fancy.

But anyway; that IS THE issue and it is a FACT SUPPORTED by evidence that some folks are introverted conservative leaning type folks and others like me are super extroverts and very liberal, with little to no prejudice over ANYTHING in life.

I love using satire for social commentary; but I am well read ENOUGH to understand a spectrum of differences past black and white ideology that is the focus of racism everywhere one goes now, and throughout history of human beings..:)

I have experience literally working with around

100K folks in the general public,

over the course of decades,

in direct flesh and blood interaction.

I didn’t need a ‘Ted Talk’ to understand that;

I totally get it from the real flesh and blood world of experience..

Street smarts are the best kind of smarts for human survival, at core, at least..;)

Everything else is truly more or less mental ‘masturbation’; but mental stimulation serves a valuable purpose; as well as a utilitarian one; obviously in developing cultural byproducts for material comfort.

Meh, I control my happiness from within; but ‘YOGI’ is a high intensity mind and body in balance workout; that excludes for now; hmm, somewhere around 99.99% of the population; but that is just a ‘rough guesstimate, for now; as study of “Yogi’s” is an art that barely exists in science..:)

TED TALKS ARE NO fly by night amateur blog show; they are the real deal; and not just anyone gets to come on that science show. If you do not watch them; there is no way one could assess that one way or the other; but that is your business and not mine.

(;CAUTION; MONOLOGUE CROSSING:)

Humans beings closest primate cousin; the bonobo,

regularly engages in promiscuous sexual behavior

with both heterosexual and homosexual behavior to temper aggression and violence.

The effect of this is a much more peaceful ‘culture’ of primate species as compared to the Chimp variety of primate that is innately ordered as patriarchal ‘culture’.

Sexuality is a powerful innate instinct for both domination and cooperation.

Sexuality freely expressed and shared by all members

of a species, as the Bonobo way of life shows

is the best way for peaceful cooperation among primates.

Additionally, the Bonobo species is a matriarchal leaning species where the socially cooperative bi-sexual females dominate lesser social cooperative males through the act of standing together.

Interestingly, increasingly women are doing that now; homosexual marriages have just now been vindicated as legal across the 50 states in the U.S.; so yes, the human species is attempting to return to ‘bonobo’ roots of living.

Even in dance halls today slow dances are replaced by bootie dancing where the women freely rub up against each other. And yes, unless you’ve been lately, as I go every week now for 64 weeks this new free way of lesbian leaning behavior may be out of your cultural purview.

And yes, I live in the most patriarchal area in the U.S., as assessed by sociologists. And one of the most conservative areas as well. But as we know many males don’t mind watching women rub up against each other.

Or perhaps you don’t know; and that’s okay too; but yeah that is a common male turn on. And no, guys don’t mind watching at all on the dance floor where I visit that is rated as one of the top 100 dance clubs in America.

Oh, miscellaneous note; generally speaking, I am considered the best dancer there. I have no problem expressing both the feminine side of my nature in ballet and the masculine side in kick butt martial arts skills.

I get the bootie dances from the females and the fist bumps from the guys. I get hundreds of photos of girls smiling ear to ear with me,

as evidenced in my blogs every Thursday night for the last 65 weeks, minus one week where I had a little intestinal bug; no dancing with the runs, haha!..;)

But anyway, to understand the dynamics of human nature

is to reap the rewards.

Women love guys who can express the feminine

and masculine nature in dance; and what can I say;

Bruce Lee-like Behavior is a turn-on

for military leaning men too; with fist bumps only; of course.

But like I stated in another thread; liberalism has its benefits; and in my case I fully document them as I go; as a ‘reality show’ participant Anthropologist observer. And yes, I do have a college degree in Anthropology, so I ain’t blowing this ‘science project’; just out of my butt; for common sense usage metaphor..;)

Culture is the dominating feature of repressing homosexual behavior. Very little separates the biological differences of male and female gender. It is culture that forces women into believing for social esteem that their pleasure parts must be mutilated for social status in African Muslim cultures. It is culture that convinces folks to cut the foreskin off their babies penises for a 20% ‘member’ discount, in terms of removing flesh, still in so-called advanced first world cultures.

It is culture that is insane; and no, not the homosexuals that exercise a peaceful sexual behavior that reduces an already overstressed population of human beings.

And homosexuality is a common increasing behavior

in many animal populations that are socially stressed,

no matter what the stress is attributed to.

So, yes, if one wants more homosexual behavior,

just stress the population a little more.

Is it any wonder that ‘queer’ is becoming more popular

as time goes on; no it is not, from a science perspective for animals, in general.

But anyway, I love bi-sexual women. They are super cool. They display their same sex pleasures freely at the dance hall I frequent. And it is obvious that some males are homosexual from birth.

Most anyone with streets smarts and ability

to understand non-verbal behavior

can see that with simple common sense.

Not all people have the ability to assess this who

cannot understand non-verbal behavior.

And no, non-verbal behavior, is not an indicator in all cases;

however it is in some cases, for anyone who has this kind of human common sense.

And yes, while the Kinsey study on human sexuality shows a high preponderance of homosexual leaning interests among males; no,

I have zero interest; as I am a

super straight women loving heterosexual;

the photos in my blogs provide enough evidence for that,

and as a side note my wife is often viewed as an ‘Indian Princess’,

as evidenced in my blog as well;

and I also do all nude male art, in new age straight male renaissance style;

and some of my female dance partners enjoy ‘perusing’ my art, with a really open mind; smiles. My wife is used to it; it doesn’t phase her. Variety is the spice of life.

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/03/free-verse-nude-poetry.html

Ha, I am a spice of life..;)

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/06/loving-monsoon-words-free-verse-nude.html

Hope you don’t mind my humor; Some folks like that kinda thing mixed in with science.

Most people find science boring; sadly enough, so I mix it up, like the folks at ‘Ted’ do..:)

Oh yeah, and there is a reason for that. Emotions are the glue of memories; particularly
short term working memory that allows greater focus and attention.

This is why humor is a must in efficient learning; of course, on course,
for folks who can understand humor only.

For those who cannot;
it is just an annoyance;
but in reality, most people can,
as that is normal human common
sense, as human enjoyable behavior
to increase focus and cement memories for learning.

Anyway, here is the text reference for Bonobo homosexual behavior
for your perusal. It should be required reading at all First Baptist Churches;
to get in the know, of the wild thing in both ways of the highways of primate sexual behavior.

The last time I pointed it out to a ‘Southern Baptist Boy’, his jaw just dropped in disbelief when
I pointed out the evidence that male Bonobos ‘sword’ each other with their penises as a simple
peaceful homosexual behavior to reduce aggression and potential violence among peaceful loving
Bonobos who just get along by DOING THE WILD THING all they want; Love not war is their MOTTO;
YES, NON-VERBAL feeling MOTTO..;)

http://www.livescience.com/44464-bonobo-homosexuality-natural.html

Quote:

“These primates are so closely related to people that they share 98.7 percent of humans’ DNA. Along with chimpanzees, they are humans’ closest living relatives. Yet, barely anyone knows what a bonobo is. In a survey by our Hominoid Psychology Research Group survey, only 15 percent of people who had the highest level of education (university) knew that bonobos are great apes. Spell check does not recognize ‘bonobo’ as a word. But in the debate over whether gay marriage, or any other non-reproductive sexual relationship, is “natural,” no other animal holds more importance.”

“Homosexuality in bonobos is not cultural. When primatolgist Frans de Waal first saw the outlandish sexual acts of bonobos, other scientists remarked that the behavior must have arisen because those bonobos were locked in a zoo. But data gathered from the wild — and wild-born bonobos in captivity — over the past two decades has demonstrated that bonobo sexuality is just part of who they are.”

“The two bonobos Lodja and Mwanda were part of a study we conducted at Lola ya Bonobo sanctuary in Congo. Like many bonobos at the sanctuary and in the wild, these individuals practiced g-g rubbing, where two female bonobos rub their clitorises together, penis fencing between males, and a myriad of other socio-sexual behavior.”

“Sex for fun in bonobos, and many other animals, plays a social function. There is stress-relief sex, make-up sex and random hook-up sex. Chimpanzees, humans’ more violent cousins, do not seem to use sex in this way. They occasionally torture each other, kill strangers and demonstrate other echoes of humanity’s dark side. [Bonobos Make Love – Chimps Make War ]”

“Bonobos, who use sex to resolve conflict, have never been seen to kill each other. They share food. They are more cooperative than chimpanzees. And they are nicer to strangers than they are to friends. To bonobos, a peaceful, sexual existence is the most natural thing in the world.”

Anyone who suggests that

GOD doesn’t

make homosexual

BEHAVIOR

JUST FRIGGING IGNORANT.

And ILL IN WAYS of education.

But yes, learning new stuff IS POSSIBLE.

It’s the change in thinking that is the hard part for conservative
leaning minds, per the reference already provided in another
thread, specific to this link:

http://www.ted.com/talks/jonathan_haidt_on_the_moral_mind/transcript?language=en

Anyway, have a nice day; I have more dancing in public to do; to reduce human aggression and violence;

and attract female onlookers of course; as I am only a friendly primate ON NORMAL course..;)

Yup; life ain’t black and white.

The American FLAG, yes, overall; is A symbol for human freedom.

While the Confederate Flag, yes, overall; is a symbol for human slavery.

One is designed to give at least most humans freedom;

the other is used as a symbol to specifically

KEEP BLACK FOLKS
IN BONDAGE OF SLAVERY.

Anyone who lives in the deep south knows precisely
what that Confederate Flag stands for and one
will rarely ever see someone flying it over their
pick-up truck who is not vocally prejudiced against
black folks; that is just the hard cruel reality of it
on the REAL STREETS OF SOUTHERN LIFE; anyone
who thinks differently, ain’t been up to the farm
lately; like I do on a once a month basis; to watch
the negro haters eat; as well as worship Jesus
at the same table of hate; with homosexuals,
single mothers raising children
and anything else
against patriarchal ideals
of religious white beliefs;
yes, overall; Jesus for
them, is A leader
of a century old
metaphor of the
‘KKK’; and all this
frigging birther
stuff is born
as Confederate
Flag symbolism
stuff too; just ain’t
no hangings anymore;
as that is a hate crime;
with serious legal ramifications
of punishment; and years in jail.

But just a decade ago, the folks in the military
where I live, are advised NOT TO GO TO so-called
‘redneck farm-town Jay’ after dark; by their peers in the know;
if they wanna come back
alive in one
piece of continued usable
equipment for the military.

Yes, in Jay, the confederate flags fly
high and shamefully
proud.
It’s truly disgusting,
and changing slowly
as ‘those’ flags are finally
being taken down in public
places where I live, as a result of
of this ignorant mindless killing
fueled by a life of prejudice and
in general, the four letter word, hate.

The killer is achieving precisely the opposite
of what he hopes; a true fool for his hate fueled beliefs.

Ah.. the feeling of homesick at camp in such a good feeling,
as it proves one comes from a loving family;
and truly for me whenever I left
the home of my mama,
I was homesick as
she was the greatest provider
of nurturing love I ever see; and that
gift of nurturing love is a camp of life
that will never be equaled for me
‘here or
there’; love is precious
and homesick is evidence
of that precious; i truly feel
sad for the little boys and girls
who do not miss home at all;
that is sad
to me
beyond tears
where love
can even be missed;
i was the luckiest
little homesick
boy; I was
too chicken
to go to
camp;
only homesick,
visiting my father..:)

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Symphony of Unconditional Tough Love

Posted on June 26, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

i love life now..

every now..

all the

time now..

and sure being

retired is a big pArt of that…

as i am ONE with control over my life

NOW

with ALL NATURAL GOD of ALL THAT IS..

the system of culture that is driven by a society that breeds humans

into cogs of a machine to keep the society going which is necessary..

but hard for true human freedom is NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF ME..

but still for decades at work.. my life is pleasurable in connection with other human beings.. as truly that Love Connection with other humans and the rest of nature that is GOD as whole.. is the most important aspect of human happiness…

BUT ANY WAY..

tHere is no doubt in my mind that i for one

am the happiest human in the world..

as i only grow happier each now..

with a free spirit

of living connection

with humans

and the rest of Nature

in all positivity of kind and tough love way of life

truly in touch with the reality that the GOD of Nature

evolves humans in a way of sharing and giving.. with kind courage.. and not storing material items as goals for human happiness ..where tools of humans become the flesh.. and the flesh dies a lonely death in the tools of the system of culture that can take human away from eyes of GOD gifted to human…

So i carry on.. and share all of me everywHere i go.. and no it is

NOT JUST OJOY MIRRORED AS YOLO OF..

You Only Live ONCE.. IT IS YOLN..

You Only Live NOW

AND NOW IS

FOREVERMORENOW..

FROM WAKE TO FINAL RESTING EYES

OF SLEEP IN DEATH FOR THOSE

who live every now as the truth of existence forever now..

in imagination and creativity.. in mind and body balance..

of greaTEST growing tough love ways of expanding conscious awareness

as ONE with subconscious archetypes of shared human mind..

heArt.. and soUl expressed as spiRit..

as truly ONE race of humans connected

as hive of loving eyes..

from the beginning of creation

to now of human eyes

of i WiTH GOD

NatURE TRUE..:)

The greaTEST lesson of my life is that age is just a concept.. a measure of skin..
of bones.. of flesh.. of walking speed and strength.. but youth is without limit..
a measure of the soul.. heart.. expressed as spirit..
and honestly what i find most now..
is that when heart lives light
as spirit expressed for
soul more fully
alive..
even those material things
of skin.. bones.. flesh.. speed..
and strength are revived as well
as total soul of human being manifest
as temple of God in form as well.. so to
live bright in emotions from heart expressed
as spirit from soul.. is to live with a soul of GOD
that is only
now and
truly
never
ages
at all..
but don’t fret.. at 21 i FEEL 81..
at 47 i FEEL 105.. and
now at
55..
truly no
different than
sweet 16.. NOW..
THE power IS TRUTH
within.. culture will take
that higher power of GOD
away from US.. forever young
in spirit of NOW.. if we do not FIGHT
FOR LOVE until our last LIVING BREATH.
THE LOVE MUSCLE.. IS THE GREaTEST
MUSCLE
OF
ALL..:)

For a long time on this Blog.. I use the term Unconditional Love.. as a KIND of
highest expression of human heArt expressed as spiRit of the human soUl..
but truly THE ROSE of REAL LOVE AS humanly
evolved from Nature as i for one see GOD IS
Tough Unconditional Love that constitutes
all of social animal survival..
with thorns fully engaged
as Cross
of
Human
Challenge for Life..
And yes.. in the darkest coldest.. unfeeling parts of my life..
where a second is an eternity.. of hell.. with no emotions of faith..
hope.. or belief.. body almost dust from 40 days with only specks of sleep..
it is that TOUGH LOVE WILL for Survival.. all innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive
from the reptile part of my brain that carries me through.. same stuff that keeps
the snake moving and never ever giving up for survival.. too.. so yes..
it is the coiled snake that is the greatest survivor as human..
when life is experienced more numb than depression..
THAT Tough Love of SURVIVOR Snake can carry us
through the pits of REAL HUMAN HELL
never experienced before..
and i will ‘tale’ anyone that it is possible
to go to the lowest pits of REAL Hell.. and then rise
to places of happiness that only angels can dream of..
as demons before.. to rise out of hell.. to heaven..
AND truly a ‘story of Jesus’
that can apply
to most all
Human Beings
in Real Life Now…
the Mustard Seed of
LOVE.. faith.. hope.. and
belief that does not even
exist.. can grow great.. as seed shell
of Universe within.. HEAVEN IS NOW
for those who survive and thrive WITH
THORNS OF LOVE ROSE FULLY
EXPOSED
IN
LOVE
OF
LIFE AS
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE FOR NOW..:)
So with all that said.. FOR NOW..
here are sixteen sweet memories
inspired by the sweet people
of
dVerse
International
Online
Poet’S Pub
wHere eyes
of different
fly alive in
heART
of poetry
SOuL
EXPRESSED
AS
SPiRiT
in
!REAL TIME NOW!

Ah.. the dance of love goes on in memories of roads gone past…
for me the dance of love past is best experienced in the balms
of beach nights.. moonlit and with hotel lights.. as well..
these words take me long past to dark hair ..bright teeth
innocent eyes where the eyes are mine.. and the
hair and teeth are for a love willing to
be that i have no idea
how to touch in
dance or
not.. too
shy is me
for then…:)

Ha.. no father at home… mother with
no rules.. free home.. no chores..
no duties.. just be free..
no allowance..
but with trust
enough in love
to get a job and do it all..:)

Oh.. no.. the complicated realities of a culture
and responsibilities so complex that there is never
time to see the forest for the trees.. and for me..
it brings back memories of decades of work life
and duty bound home life worlds.. where the only
time to reflect on who i even am as a human soul..
are on bi-annual journeys in transit to see family
members across state.. and the occasional hurricane
that shuts down the information overload of a culture gone truly insane..
ah.. i escape now.. into the best of times..
now..:)

Oh.. even living at home.. one can escape home and no longer know home..
my home is beach as well when young but work takes the time away to visit
beach for decades more.. going back in 2008.. finally after work almost
takes me down.. i remember but cannot get that feeling of home in beach again..
but finally i go back 2 years ago.. and find that home of beach within me
at beach or not.. realizing that home is where the spirit thrives.. alive..
in now.. with Love..:)

Ah.. the cold metal of a gun.. will never replace the strength of
a human heArt.. or even the strength to move a world with
courage.. oh.. the tools of human shine bright in power..
but fall short of
human soUl
expressed as spiRit
instead of guns and mirrors
of heart
up
in
smoke..
in soulless wander
of spirit gone
in death
alive…:(

Ah.. a fort of strength in courage of pain gone past
in scars of present.. is what every father should
teach a child to grow strong in knowing all the pitfalls
of life without being quiet.. to shield a soul from truth..
oh.. i looked for this in my father’s eyes for
guidance.. hoping for it decades
in bi-annual visits.. but it only
comes in eyes
of me in
present tense
of coming
through..
scars of
present
tense
challenge..:)

Ah.. young love lives young when free and young.. with youth
welling in spirit free of new alive.. in sensuous delight
of living flesh.. oh to renew.. to live again..
in now.. in ecstatic delight.. of flight..
i find that within..
with willing
mate
or not..
smiles..
life is long..
but life is good..
even without THAT..
to breathe is enough for me..:)

Amazing how the bread of life today.. is taken so for granted..
when a staple of life and communion in life of past
is present.. in staple of wheat..
a way to thrive.. in fields
of grain.. stamped alive
into souls
of
eyes..
grown
old and new..:)

Ah yes.. for me
in the beginning.. dark..
then light.. then dance
or movement.. then song
or sound.. inspiring movement
once more.. INfinity loop *8*
of NOW.. and somewHere
along the song and
dance comes
humans
and
poetry
to
scribe alight!..
with dark
pens
of
knowledge
in LIGHT
ALIVE!..:)

Loves gone past..
chances missing
after the love is gone..
where does love live..
i hope.. i feel.. i love..
i am aLive..
i’m love..:)

Connections of love growing generation to generation of eyes
that mirror us.. oh love.. oh time.. oh past.. ah.. present
now.. wHere love finds time always now
to live
with
us..:)

Ah.. walk with shoes of town crier.. black smith blues..
village idioms of delight.. oh.. to know.. to feel..
the shoes of old.. that feel no pain..
hmm.. to smile with eyes
of free that
only
know
heal..
and nice to hear
Lynn with two
N’s.. as Lynn is
my best friend
from high school..
and we tie at number
11.. in school smarts
too.. hmm.. i miss Lynn..
funny how memories of
Love can come back too..
and no that can’t be you..
as her last name is Wood..
smiles.. with her minister husband..:)

Oh.. the last moments of life
..are filled with the love we give..
to spend a life in loving..
is to fill every moment..
with the last
moment of Love..:)

Voices of women subjugated at the hands of ‘Jesus’ in master of
man instead of Lover.. walk quietly into the night of horror leaning
life.. faces play.. as zombies.. in aisles of Super Walmart in my
town with the most churches per square mile..
oh.. the lonely hearts from men who
are bred as tough rather
than love.. do
carry on
a
vicious cycle of anti-christ hate..
oh.. the little boys who smile and laugh..
shall never be silenced by hard patriarchal
anti-christ stares.. when God lives in tough love
in their eyes.. instead of frenzy of hate.. To escape
this cycle alone as whole.. is to once again live with
EyEs of Free God staring into skies of limitless wealth
of being one with allone and never alone again.. dying
with eyes
of
hate..
tithing tax-free..
THRIVING ALIVE
WITH LOVE..:)

Oh.. this reality flows like a dream.. oh dream this reality.. when spirit dreams..
never growing old.. yes.. emotions are real.. emotions fire memory.. emotions
are us in all senses of delight.. to hold on to heArt.. is to live forever in
spiRit of SoUl now.. now cannot erase a time that truly is only relative
to a
state
of
body
and
mind
balance
of living
spirit youth..
always alive
from
wake
to
final sleep..
i don’t like to
analyze poetry
much.. but truly that is
beautiful in an instinctual
organic flow kind of way..:)

Ah.. yes.. all the archetypes of human mind and body in balance
shared.. as one race of humans from beginning to end..
sparks of then and now come one in symbols
or words from myths to science all
one in now.. of human emotions
reliving soul over and over
again.. in spirit
of living
now..
again and
again.. with
all as one.. the
essence of all of this
is real.. the symbols are
just shells for the real of all
inside.. insights of then as now..:)

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The only person who will possibly suggest
that THE AMERICAN FLAG be banned
is a person who does not value
AND UNDERSTAND FREEDOM.

There are no perfect freedoms.

There is no freedom withOUT cost.

Freedom is dirty.

Freedom is messy.

Freedom comes with many mistakes.

But never the less, go to a Muslim country
and live a while and come back here and
see what the flag means;
if then, it means nothing;
one is never free
here, to begin with.

AND TO be clear, I realize this is just a rhetorical question in response to
banning the Confederate Flag, where black folks are not free and slaves; but

I live in a country that allows me to do whatever the F I wanna do; how cool is that;

Super cool and flourishing in red, white, and blue.

The laws of the country ranging from local to state to federal
work for me; ’cause I am smart enough in both logic and
street smarts to make the laws work for me.

Some folks choose not to be free
in free countries like the U.S.;
and THAT
IS
Freedom too;
just like WILL and Choice;
no choice and WILL
IS
WILL AND CHOICE,
in free countries
like the U.S.,
at least;
so, I fly my flag of
Red, White, and Blue
freely wherever I go
with or without
a material
flag;
as the material
flag allows me to
do JUST THAT..:)

AND YES, my style of freedom
literally ‘BLOWS the pants and minds
off’ of some folks; but I exercise it
ALL THE WAY; and truly that is
the best way to honor all of
the flesh and blood warriors
of freedom I stand upon ON
BONES OF
FREE FLESH
AND
BLOOD..:)

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Looking out at how large the Universe is; looking at science and truly understanding how little of reality science is able to evidence and wrap ‘its mind around’; it is the height of amusement to me to see folks attempt to fit God; ALL OF GOD; in the way humans think.

And by the way; humans are a spectrum of thinking differently; experiencing emotions that emote humans in action differently; as well as experiencing much different sensory experiences of life through senses that are much more comprehensive in practice among some humans than others.

Honestly, if anyone thinks that knowledge is just data;

they are missing a substantial part of just the human being

experience in greater human potential.

To suggest a human

can wrap a mind around GOD

is no less illogical than to suggest a flea

can wrap its mind around a dog that the flea depends on for live giving blood.

So yeah; as metaphor humans, all humans truly see the force of all existence as blood; whether they see it or not with so called data or knowledge. Written down stuff is certainly data; however, lots of people cannot understand the simplest of metaphors or sarcasm, so obviously even written language is not objective.

Everything is subjective.

Subjective is the rule of human being,

as even science now shows that humans filter

most of their decisions through emotions

first before words even come on the ‘conscious front of mind’.

The truth is, some folks are aware of much more than words.

Words are just symbols for deeper meanings

of the emotional and sensory experiences of

human that range from numb

to a ‘full kaleidoscope’

of emotional and sensory experience.

As another metaphor some folks experience life

as shades of data and other folks experience life as hues of Art.

God is Art; one need look no further than a sunflower; a nautilus shell; a galaxy; or a curled cat to see the golden mean spiral that can flow from waves to the written metaphors of human being when flowing with GOD instead of against GOD in human contrived so-called ‘data order’.

Order is the illusion. Science is the illusion.

The ART of GOD is Reality.

‘Same reason’ that in the movie ‘Contact’

when Jodie Foster sees ‘God’

for the first time, she suggests

that they should have sent a poet

instead of a scientist to more fully

describe what the oneness of all things

looks like in human abstract metaphors of truth.

Science is a sketchy tool to describe what is observable

by limited human emotions and senses.

God is the masterpiece of all that some folks

sadly see much less of than others;

and science proves this out.

It doesn’t matter if

one calls ‘it’ GOD;

the ALL; All that IS; the Force;

the Great Spirit; Brahman; ONE;

the Alpha and the Omega; or just everything

put together and how it all works interdependently

as connected; never the less, ‘it is reality’;

‘it’ has always been ‘reality’ for the smallest of human ‘eyes’;

and long after human is gone this three letter metaphor

abstractly constructed by a poet somewhere down the line

in history will continue to exist; no matter what

‘little blood sucking fleas’ of human beings

have to say about it in words of art and or science.

It will always be folly to attempt to describe GOD

with science only eyes; fortunately some scientists like Carl Sagan

understood and understand ‘this’; and he while under the influence

of weed gained greater access to his poetic side of mind;

and puts ‘it’ into literature; and now

‘it’ exists forever as a kind of portal

on YouTube and other sources in video way.

Anyway, here ‘it’ is for reference for those with deeper eyes

like Carl Sagan to see greater truths than sketchy science can provide alone.

Some folks don’t need weed to ‘go to places’ like ‘this’;

I for one am blessed this way,

by all natural GOD as

GOD lives in pArt within me;

expressed as spiRit coming straight from

the emotional and sensory heARt that fuels my sOul..:)

Some folks around here would love to shut me up;

as they understand none of this; those that do,

listen in the background,

as all interpreting

‘right-brain’

minds do.

I do both;

LEFT AND RIGHT,

as one FORCE;

‘THAT’ makes me ‘special’..;)

Jodie Foster likely would have invited me

on ‘her trip’, in ‘real life’; and not ‘the movie’..;)

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Kiss Your Baby Goodbye

Posted on June 25, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Hoses.. wires.. PASTED bandages..
painFuLL deep brown eyes.. blood stained skin..
an ominous pasted on notice in front of crib bed
that says MULTIPLE CONGENITAL ANOMALIES..
No way to breathe.. born without sinus passages..
Transposition of great blood vessels.. open heart surgery
required on 30 day born heart.. no immune system.. extra digits
for six on each hand.. with two thumbs instead of one.. respectively…

It is the day of the open heart surgery.. surgeon in his sixties.. huge hands
tell me at 37.. don’t worry it’s just like when your grandfather gets a bypass..

and the nice nurses say don’t worry you are still young there is plenty of time
for more children.. your wife is beautiful.. you will have beautiful children to come..

Baby is wheeled toward operating room.. surgeon says.. kiss your baby goodbye..
So wife and i bend down.. and after 30 days at the hospital are shell shocked for
whatever comes next.. father sits beside me in waiting room.. and offers advice..

Son make sure you raise him as a man…

My mother didn’t do a good enough job for him…

he bails after 3 years.. when my mother doesn’t work..

Oh.. the values we place on humanity.. gender roles

here or there.. a do or die proposition of static

roles for patriarchal minds of being..

i sit back quietly at this point

and almost giggle

at a reality

strange as this…

And truly feel sorry for my

father who thinks raising a boy is

all about being him.. baby survives the

surgery and as really expected from birth by

doctors and nurses.. veterans of this show..

passes away in my arms.. not afraid

to cry.. i call my father.. and he just

says oh no.. i don’t wanna

hear any bad

news..

A 500 mile trip back home..

ashes will be sent in cardboard box

by postal service.. the lesson of life is..

how lucky i am just to be a human

alive for now.. never ever will

i doubt my blessings

in life again..

and truly a lesson

i need for five years..

10 and a half years later

at the start of my challenge

of JOB.. but i have the blessing

of knowing my son survived much

worse.. with never a smile.. never

a laugh.. and only pain for

51 days.. and yes..

more than

likely he

saves

life….

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Loving Monsoon Words

Posted on June 24, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Finding flow..current..stream..wave..rain
pouring as Monsoon..in ocean blues
bring lighting floods of Love in eyes
that dream like water..Oh tears
Monsoon floods reign too above
below Seagull’s wings fly high
low as flow in all of this
as they know now
is no
desert
fear
of soul
Monsoon
tears soar as Love

Oh.. a desert of words.. devoid in colors of deeper emotions..
living death of humans words.. ah.. hues of words gaining depth
in shades of life.. words come alive with human eyes..
bright and no longer dead in life..
Monsoon emotions reborn.. alive..
Endless Love..Word..:)

Ah.. Monsoon of change always inspiring
by first drop of human sweat.. tears.. and blood..
to fire a storm.. holding back arms of folding close and same..
when flood gates open.. rains of more do come..
water holding hands together..
change of Monsoon is season now..:)

Angel of rain.. comes clean with ever no ulterior motive..
washing away eyes of dirt.. cleansing earth.. from deserts..
powerful mover.. shaker.. life giver.. taker.. Monsoon Angel
and Devil as one.. all natural comes.. in Monsoon change..
Angel and Devil reigns.. as one force Monsoon..:)

Ghosts rains.. past shadow.. quietly..
in drops of eyes.. respite from steaming
Summer scorch.. rains soothe.. Monsoon memory waiting ’round
drops of yesteryears.. living still.. rains past shadow..:)

Black hole emergency room.. rain not easily escaping..
parching throats of Love.. anticipating worst.. or best..
in prayers.. of living now..
sunlit eyes peak through..
tear love sharing strangers..
never meeting on sidewalk streets..
love lives on in death.. death mends love..
for those who love life and death…
as marrying partners of now…
Monsoon death equally
ruling Monsoon life..:)

Ah.. grief.. a rain with no rules
inside.. oh.. grief.. a rule of showing
outside.. but grief.. a way of
living Monsoon sadness
to each as own..
a heArt
alone..:)

A never land..
drips and drops..
single travels splash
in swirling moisture flow..
oh change.. ah change.. is in the air..
a drop of life
is all
it
takes as Monsoon
grows in
Light
of
heArT..:)

Never a stranger to earth.. for so many
years until humans erase stranger’s
existence from the face of earth..
stranger still lives in mountain
streams.. in drops of coming
rain and Monsoon floods..
all around this stranger
lives.. with never judgement
against what this stranger is..
ah.. to live with this stranger is
much easier than living against
the stranger that is i and us and
we and them.. all together as one
force
of
unnamed before
the stranger of God
named human plants
a seed of
division..:)

Ah.. the world waits for saviors.. creates super heroes by the dozen
for our perusal.. oh.. but each human is a drop of Monsoon Love
just waiting to explode as seed of living
naked human life..
no longer clothed
by illusions of shame..
guilt.. regret.. over what we
are as simple
loving
empathic
creatures..
strong we are together
locked in arms of warmth..
weak we are
separate
in seeds
that never
sprout…
We Love as
Garden..
we fall
unwatered
by
Well
of
Monsoon Love..:)

A Monsoon of Love at 2 o’ CLOCK
angle can be straight A
aiming squarely AT
moon.. moan.. Soon..
or not.. 2 o’ Clock
is great
Aim
for
A..
Missing
the exam..
all
together..:)

Stark reality of Nature’s Love
has no limits of building human..
Love pours down in ways of
Love far beyond an
ant of mound..:)

So many Universes exist in clouds
of grey.. heaviest rains of Monsoon
pour.. eyes of love live naked
in eyes of i’s.. where Love is
a dream come true
with floods of
rain or
not..:)

Rains with eyes of forever.. same intent.. same desire
ever wet with love for all.. oh.. to imply that
rains are less than Love.. no matter
how forceful.. soft.. or long
they fall.. is never to
know nature
true
at
heARt..
Evil hurricanes
or Monsoons
or puddles of
nasty mud
only exist
in human
eyes..:)

To live with Nature without clothes
of culture is to know better
the strength and warmth
of human heArt.. lighting
soul.. spirit of strength..
warmth of arms
instead
of covered
heArts..
Truest human
Monsoon challenge
is human
heArt..:)

Storms of eyes tell forever stories
of heARt.. where waves crash
high and low.. in Monsoon
Anger and Passionate
Love.. Waves of
emotion go
on for
those still
with lighted
beacon eyes..:)

Yes.. Love a strong and
everlasting storm of rain
in emotional pelts of delight..
or a quick change of season
from Love to Hate.. a multi-purpose
storm Love makes.. only eyes of Love
take Love
in directions
it takes.. in
Monsoon Love or
Desert
Drought
of
Hate..:)

Drops of words start Monsoon wars.. and smaller
floods of guns often lead to words.. a stormy cycle of
forever it seems.. is war.. a Monsoon that
one day will hopefully hide its
face and flesh and blood
toll of the
heart.. soul..
And Spirit of Human Truth..:)

Ah.. yes.. the Monsoon of Nature is out tHere..
just waiting to hold more than hands..
if we taste it and pour under
it we can become
soaked in
oneness with All..:)

i suppose if everyone is exposed to the same
fears in life.. of Nature’s power and awesome
story of giving and taking life.. perhaps
there will be more harmonious
relations in the gift of love..
when necessary for
masses to
still
huddle
together to
stay alive..:)

Yes.. a Monsoon of Love
comes from years of holding back..
Love grows in drops of waiting distance..:)

A Monsoon of Love lives
in and out of the
arms of sweat
and taste
of Life..:)

Oh.. to get lost in the Monsoon rains of being..
a long season to wade in streams of now..
never an escape.. never an entrance..
rain goes on in love of Life..:)

Nature creates and awaits Balance
in happy families of Earthquakes
Meteors.. Comets.. Tsunamis
Volcanos.. Hurricanes and
wettest giving life force
of all the distributor
of wealth of
Love in
water
A
Monsoon of
Living
water
Now..:)

Ah.. yes.. the balance of Nature’s requite from
harsh sun and desert floors to massive
rains Of Monsoon girth..
To find that balance in
us.. is to also
be the
Balance
of Nature
within Us.. outside..
as above.. so below..
all around Us.. is Nature
and Us.. for those who Flow
in Nature’s Practice of Balance..:)

Ah.. yes.. embrace storm’s life full-head-on..
thunder.. lightening.. living.. knowing.. feeling..
peace and passion.. Life fully alive.. Monsoon floods..
sprinkles.. emotion and senses.. heat and cool.. Love’s all ways..:)

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It’s ‘reAlly simple’.
God comes first.
Human comes way later on.
Then humans attempt to describe
their experience of God through the
abstract constructed tools of human
oral Language, etc.
Eventually, folks
compare notes
and that goes on
here in a myriad of ways.

I take language out of the equation
and go back to the beginning of ‘the’
GOD THAT IS ALL NATURAL AND FREE.

God Lives and dies and exists NOW as ALL.
Humans attempt to describe ALL through
various tools, one of which is science,
as a very limited tool to scribe GOD
as science, as the scientific method
cannot adequately measure and
repeat the internal experience
of each unique human that
perceives ALL AKA GOD
uniquely as a non-
repeatable
human experience
that changes every
second over the course
of a full lifetime.
The only thing
that IS
real IS
NOW.

And no one’s
NOW is the same;
yet all that difference;
is still in totality a Fractal pArt
of ALL AKA the whole
Interconnected
Interdependent FORCE
that some folks
label
as the
three letter
abstract
concept
label GOD;
BUT ANYWAY,
OMG; GOD LIVES NOW
on the beach and
is the beach
and is the
eyes that
sees the
beach above
so below inside
outside and all
around;
and even my
frigging cat FEELS
this if he ever gets
to the beach; but he
doesn’t need to go;
as he doesn’t discriminate
against
GOD
or any
three letter
word.

Anyway, GOD will exist
long after all these ‘little silly
human words’ go totally away;

And as usual those who ‘truly
live’ AKA ‘meek’ will continue
to inherit
the
earth;
and ‘beyond’.
The Dragon Fly and
the Roach FEEL
ALL the secrets of
existence
in JUST DOIN’
IT NOW and
surviving;
Meanwhile, humans
participate in ‘mental
masturbation’ while
sitting still; often
suffering in misery
for their own folly
of just forgetting
to Just DO IT.
‘GOD IS
NIKE’ MORE
OR LESS;
‘JUST DOING
IT’ ALL
NOW.

TRUST ME,
or not;
IF GOD CAN
‘TALK’; GOD WILL
‘LAUGH’ AT
‘HUMANS’,
‘oveRAll’,
‘as’ a
‘heArty laugh’..;)

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Oh the Archetype of the human cup..

starting with the cup shape of two palms faced toward the heavens collecting life giving water in any collection point for basic survival for humans for thousands and thousands of years..

Oh Goodness.. it is no wonder the archetype of cups/chalice in Tarot Cards stands next to swords..pentacles.. and wands.. as symbolic meaning for Love.. Intuition.. Happiness.. Psychic abilities.. Emotions.. and overall Spirituality that encompasses the whole of the before mentioned 5 for 6 magical ways of life..

And the amazing thing as mentioned before in another comment with you.. these shapes come on their own.. all intuitively without planning from me.. and the chalice is a common one as well as pyramids shapes of up or down triangles as well.. where the cup shape is often associated with Love words of mine.. and pyramids with action.. and bells too.. for messages..

tHere is a much greater force that lives within me than conscious mind and yes.. it is GOD.. and the more we practice our ‘eyes’ of God the greater they grow in connection with GOD within.. outside.. above so below.. and all around us.. as truly a magical force of life..

NO less than a myth of fairy dust or a white unicorn with horn.. my atheists friends will scoff at metaphors like this.. but there is no science that can touch the power of God that lives within me with no little steps of a scientific method alone..

AS I AM A NON-REPEATABLE SECOND

FOR EACH LETTER AND WORD THAT COMES..

as they are not analytically controlled by conscious mind..

so yeah.. automatic typing here she comes..

And my grandmother in her eighties did it by pen in the lucid dreaming state of mind known as theta wave way between waking and sleeping in twilight time of now.. with many predictions of life that still are coming true..

No published poet is she.. but the source and

FORCE OF GOD IS GREAT IN HER..

in her Cherokee roots as well as her husband’s grandfather’s

full blooded Sioux roots as well.. that come to me..

in my ancestral blood.. as a ‘ghost dancer’ myself…

Ancestral blood is a real deal.. and most all of us share these greater human potentials.. but as soon as one scoffs at greater ‘magical’ human potential the DOOR SLAMS SHUT IN THEIR FACE..

And they will never try or feel bliss in the feathers of my skin from head to toe… as i float on terrestrial land and become not just the water as Bruce Lee recommends.. but frigging air itself…:)

If I can develop a pill that will equal how i feel when i do that.. i will be rich enough to feed the poor forevermorenow.. but.. the naysayers live in a tiny hole of a needle and i am the biggest camel they can imagine that fits through that is invisible to them..

So yeah.. i am the invisible man.. and that calls for a little celebration to celebrate the way i experience life from Freddie Mercury that only the young can even see in the aisles of Super-Walmart.. or the Rave Dance halls of

younger adults asking me what i am on..

with a mouth watering look of OH GOD PLEASE CAN I HAVE SOME..

WELL IT’S FREE.. BUT IT TAKES CONTINUOUS PRACTICE ALL INNATE INSTINCTUAL AND INTUITIVE WITH NO HUMAN LESSONS REQUIRED..

I CAN SHOW THEM THE ACTION.. BUT THEY CAN ONLY FIND THE POWER IN THEMSELVES AND PRACTICE IT TO EVER feel what i feel after spending literally 40 to 80 hours a week for two years practicing the art of song.. dance.. and free verse poetry.. as a way of life now for almost two years.. in the end of July this year..

And being cured with 19 medical disorders in at least remission.. as my covenant with God continues on now.. to share it all with the world.. whether anyone wants to listen to it or not.. in practice of the task assigned me from within..

with eyes of GOD.. powering me all now..:)

Thanks for the visit X.. i feel a strong force

of God within you.. and that’s

NICE..:)

If enough people are reborn again like this..

with UTL Unconditional TOUGH Love for ALL OF CREATION ..

Sky is not the limit.. Space is not the limit.. as LOVE has no limits.. as eyes of

GOD..WITHIN.. OUTSIDE.. ABOVE SO BELOW.. AND ALL AROUND..US..:)

Have a great now.. friend..always..:)

So true rosross.. both literally in life giving rains.. and metaphorically in life giving emotional tears that soothe us into positive action in the darkest nows.. to let the monsoon flow.. not holding back with dams of damning fears over weakness is to grow stronger than the weakest of Grinch heArts to the greaTEST LOVE of UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH LOVE THAT IS ALL THAT IS same as metaphor for God.. AND the song and beat of the DANCE! OF Unconditional Tough Love goes on as reality nowoneforevermorenow.. WITH smiles.. AND WINKS.. as a Sacred Fool grows to tell A Truth..:)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crazy_wisdom

And yes.. NOW i am a fool.. and take great
deLIGHT in ART of FOOL.. as
Crazy as a Fox..
and ‘What Does the
Fox Say..

Prey Tale..;)

We live in a day and age where the Art of Fool is a largely forgotten human ART and Archetype but the fools of culture live large.. and two of my favorites are Lady Gaga and Miley Cyrus.. two highly enlightened human beings who are not afraid at all to be a greaTEST FOOL FOR GOD.. SO YEAH.. in a way we are each other’s mentors unknown to each other.. as it is human archetype.. all natural from the Omega Wolf to ‘US’.. and ‘WE’ still exist.. for those who understand ‘US’..;)

The bottom line is ‘WE’ show folks possibilities beyond closed doors of imagination.. for human bliss.. and new paths out of cultural prisons of fear.. judgement.. and shame for being human.. and our GOD is as Large as the Flower of the Universe.. and BEYOND that has no name but living NOW.. as Nature evolves us in TRUTH OF UNCONDITIONAL TOUGH LOVE TO BE.. FOR NOW.. wITh
smiles and winks of course..
and thanks for dropping by..
i love to give more
than to receive..
as well.. obviously..
as tRuly what WE give
is always what WE take with US..:)

People have labeled me as clown since middle school and i take greaTEST DELIGHT IN MY SOCIAL ROLE NOW that i understand it is not from human alone.. it is divinely inspired by the God of Nature as divine is as real as the tale of
a
FOX..;)

But.. I am accompanied

by a yellow cat instead..

with no worries..;)

So true.. unnamed lives in patterns creasing skin.. cob webs..
starry constellations.. rivers veins.. sunflowers..
nautilus shells.. spiraling galaxies..
a fetus.. a curling cat
all the same in
golden mean
spiral of 1.618..
human reflecting
illustrating pyramids
reaching out perfection
of symmetry
to
un
named
i
of
all…

Unnamed lives in our blood
living on through all now..
from dark to i now
light to dark
as now..
brighter
are we
to live
as now..
unnamed
no one naming
IT
but
we as
us
as
i..:)

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Oh.. Lord the advantages of being married to a 45 year-old

Indian Princess named “Pocahontas” AKA Katrina..

and sometimes compared to ‘Isis the Egyptian Goddess’..

and no.. not the ‘head hunters’.. but anyway.. perhaps that makes me ‘Osiris’.. as she definitely at one point takes all the broken pieces of me and attempts to put them together in a truly HERculean effort.. that makes her ‘Superwoman’ as well.. oh yeah.. back to the advantages.. she has a sister who lives on a farm.. so there is always plenty of ‘maize’ in the freezer.. as i do love

CORN ON THE COBB..

FRESHLY PICKED BY ‘POCAHONATAS HANDS’..:)

AND YES.. she even cooks it too..

Yes.. pArt of the ‘Good Children of the Corn’..

spreading all over the Internet like

a helpful Miley Cyrus..;)

And with ALL THAT MONSOON

LOVE STUFF

SAID

WATERING THE GRAINS

OF THE FIELDS ALREADY

TO HARVEST AS

USUAL..

THE

“SHOW MUST GO ON”..

IN EVEN MORE WORDS OF FREDDIE

MERCURY AND FRED

TOO..

Thursday Night.. i am celebrating my 64th SUPER FUN

Rave dance Week with all the cool college age

folks at Old Seville.. Quarter

Pensacola FL..

So more fun photos coming

in the wee hours of Friday

morning somewhere around

3AM

when Rave dance Night

ends

then..:)

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Imagination.. Dream of creativity coming in paper dolls of Sun and Rain.. Rain.. Dreams of
Sun.. Stars.. Galaxies.. Super Novas.. and so much more.. for Rain seeding Life to Organic
SoUls.. in flight of heArt in Emotional and Sensory SpiRit.. bringing
feeling finAlly to whole Imaginative Creative View
of Dreams finAlly
aLive
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Ah..

the

light and rain

of love

lives on

through

the

worst of

storms of darkness..

rainbow of humanity

shines

through..

in greaTEST of
Monsoon LOVE..:)

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Monsoon tears

Posted on June 23, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

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Red Blue and Black Spidermen

Posted on June 22, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

The Catholic Church is growing
eyes of wisdom; and leadership can
flow from the top in Climate Change
remedies for continuing survival,
as well in balance of
human nature,
and
the rest of Nature
TRUE as GOD aS ONe;

A far cry from days of EVIL Hurricanes;
instead, a true revelation of Nature in Climate Change;

Oh, if only the First Baptist Church can follow;
but solidarity at the top of the largest Christian
church of all; can be a direction to take the
world whole perhaps one day in a
true Catholic Church of Nature;

instead of human
dominating alone..:)

But yeah; Francis
is a Saint come
before that knows
Nature as one and
whole with GOD..:)

The Catholic church, other than
a few old myths rehashed, is coming ON
Strong into the 21st Century as a wave of LOVE
for all and hopefully all the considered lesser, including
homosexuals, one now soon as well;
as Nature grows one set of eyes of
ONE GOD for ALL..:)

Anyway, I have not missed a service since September of 2013,
my old Tennis Buddy, Monsignor Mike sings a message of LOVING
HOPE from the pulpit; and will neither tolerate deacons with
songs of Evil Hurricanes or comparing Evil Hurricanes to
Homosexual ACTS and Single Mother potential of raising
loving children; science mixed with Kindness of Love
and Courage in human nature sOul of heArt of
emotion expressed as spiRit is a REAL WAY
TO GO TO BRIGHTER WAYS
OF LIVING AND LOVING
LIFE IN COURAGE
OF UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE NOW;
the most powerful
force of human
nature granted
by
Mother NATURE
AKA
GOD
FOR
USAsALL..:)

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Ah.. yes.. to fly on terrestrial land.. in balance of feet.. legs.. arms.. hands.. torso.. and hips.. is close to the flight of the Seagull in air.. as well.. with patterns of shore when dancing on sands of beaches that echo the waves coming ashore.. and leaving as well.. in golden spiral PHI mean.. 1.618..:)

AS above so below..
the connections
are endless..
the reality
is Truth in
BLANKET OF
EXISTENCE OF ALL
THAT IS CONNECTED..:)

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“That’s” a fact, OVERALL, and as a person who lives in the deep south in a red state area now can tell ya; in work, school, church or play; one of the best ways to get ‘voted off the Island’ is to start voicing dissent about the hate against gays, poor MENTALLY ILL panhandlers, wars, tax cuts, business rights, expanding social welfare; BUT overall, other than mental illness, disabilities are considered off the table of dissent at work, school, church and play;

BUT BLACKS ARE STILL A CLEAR AND PRESENT TARGET OF RACISM,

in the corners of ‘red neck’ play land almost every place one goes.

I guess ’cause I look like a ‘tough white dude’,

another so-called ‘tough white dude’ comes up

to me in line, waiting to go dance, last week,

just to tell me the old black joke about

why Stevie Wonder can’t read;

’cause he is black’.

I assessed this dude’s IQ at

well below Stevie Wonder’s IQ;

he didn’t have a clue; as my response

befuddled him and went right over his head.

I do the same thing at the

First Baptist of up North, in the county,

family ‘holy’ get togethers with conservative

Republican Fundie, in-law associated folks,

when they make fun of blacks, poor mentally ill

panhandler ‘type’ folks, and do ‘homophobie’ ‘type’ stuff.

Wit conquers ignorance every now,

at least in the ‘shallow’

Republican Red State South.

But again; ON the table for the other stuff,

particularly at work, if ya wanna keep your job and be promoted.

And no; it’s a good ole’ boys closed-door policy thingy; the law doesn’t do MUCH OF A thing to help behind closed ‘boardroom’ doors. The laws of tribalism and shared beliefs rule the same as they do throughout human history.

And as ‘Ted Talk’ shows this Conservative opposing Liberal leaning thingy, goes far beyond just culture; it is an innate issue per more open minded folks who are not as averse to new experiences and DIFFERENT VS more closed-minded folks who are more closed to new experiences, including different.

Black folks=much darker pigment of skin when they arrive as slaves WITH a much different indigenous culture.

White folks of the conservative leaning pre-disposition, back then, still go,
OH MY GOD, ‘I’M TERRIFIED’;
THAT’S DIFFERENT.

Meanwhile, open-minded folks can see theses folks are fully human;
just a little more ‘tan’, with a much different indigenous culture.

There are going to be racists and discrimination,
in general, as long as there is different
and conservative thinking
minds that are not open
to DIFFERENT.

THAT’S just part of human nature and

PART OF WHY there are laws to control that;

as left unfettered, conservative thinking minds will

MOST DEFINITELY VOTE DIFFERENT OFF THE ISLAND,

if given the opportunity, as ‘free’ closed-minded

thinking folks to do just THAT..:)

Anyway; just to prove I am not too ‘estranged’ here

‘in the land’ of ‘same thinking’ folks, here is the proof for THAT..:)

And YES, ‘even’ here, it’s highly predictable of who will or who will not get all bent out of shape when I use NOVEL ways of
communication. There is a 95% rate of Introversion in the huge informal Poll that Fnord starts here; that still holds up in other polls, as well, as my understanding is that poll no longer works; and yes, Introversion is directly related to a spectrum of closed-minded thinking opposed to Novel ways of doing stuff; however that is a generality, and exceptions most definitely do apply.

And generally speaking, this particular environment has not been one, overall, friendly to folks who are truly different; not surprising but ironic in a way; per the meme of Autistic leaning folks thinking differently; well, here at least, they are averse to change, overall; and that at core is a ‘same of thinking’, ironically, AS ‘different way of thinking’, in the extreme of analytical ordered mind that refuses to move outside of established boundaries of doing NOVEL stuff in most areas of life.

There are hands on folks and follow the rule folks; I for one can do both.
And no, I’m not suggesting I am the only one who can ‘DANCE’ that; smiles..:)

Oh and by the way; if Fundie Christians truly ‘feel’ how ‘liberal minded’ God IS
they will likely vote GOD off the ISLAND.

AND in a symbolic way,
‘they’, long ago, do THAT ALREADY.

Oh God; THAT is frigging delicious irony and one that goes straight over ‘their head’, most often,
even if I say it straight to their face; as that is a symptom of the issue as well. Racism is
a symptom of a closed mind; the same kind of closed minds that chopped penises off
of great works of RENAISSANCE CULTURES AS ALL THEY COULD see is the penis
and not the rest of the work of human art. Terrified over a Penis; now that
is truly strange BUT fear that ‘their wives’ might just LIKE
DIFFERENT A LITTLE MORE; and yes, in many cases
they do; and now we have lots of white women
interested in well equipped black
males; and to be clear, equipped
with self-esteem; as black
males have the highest
levels of self-esteem measured
by science, per any other ethnic demographic in the U.S.;
main factors cited are confidence in sexual prowess and ability to
defend oneself in a fight; yes, the protector stereotype and successful
reproducer is still a real innate meme that works in attracting the opposite sex.

But like I said;

GOD AKA NATURE
IS A FRIGGING LIBERAL THINGY;
at least, OVER
ALL..:)

Racism is just a symptom of an ‘inferiority complex’, of
humans who deep down ‘assess’ themselves as lesser,
and wanna get rid of the competition; and this
has been going on as long as Nature aka GOD
has been going
on, as well.

I just sit back and watch
the PREDICTABLE play of life;
as it is ordered and ruled by
Nature AKA
GOD..:)

BUT Yeah, I learned my self-esteem lessons
from both my feral cats and
my ‘jock black friends’
back in the real
tough
school
of survival..:)

No one, no matter how ‘smart’ they think they are in terms
of Standard IQ fools Mother Nature AKA GOD; for those
who ‘think’ they do, there are real nature consequences;
Nature will have ‘her’ way with human nature and the
symptoms of that are directly correlated with
human misery, suffering, and premature
DEATH; AND little boys with big
guns in black churches
who are afraid they
alone are
not enough;
without ‘a
Gun’; and to be clear; ‘Gun’ here used as metaphor for tool extension of human being.
AND are out to prove they are someone; where the black
males just strut by in a confident smooth manner
that ‘says’; I know I am a fearless
male; ‘FU’, if you don’t
like it ’cause on
top of that;
now I am
free and
no longer
‘slave’ to ‘your’
weakness..:)

But I for one; have no problems reading body language
or expressing it now that I learn in the real hard knocks of life what it
truly means to be a fearless loving animal of Mother Nature AKA Human;

Yes, ‘I am a black SPIDER man’
in Spirit NOW; and yes,
‘black’ ‘wins’
in ‘that’
‘Indigenous
SPIRIT WAY’ of life..:)

IT IS no wonder that the new youth of
‘Red Neck Land’ listen to Rap so
much now, to me;
they just wanna
Social Role and
Culture AND
RAP has that..:)

Back to Nature AKA GOD, baby;
proven to work; time and
time, always
NOW..;)

And to be clear I have the
Monologue kinda Autism;
I talk long and FOCUSED
when allowed to
express myself
FREELY..:)

NO Twitter
land
for me..:)

And yeah; humans have
been a long story telling
oral tradition animal;
long before this
quick byte and bit style
of OMG,
I’m ‘terrified’
and ‘lost’,
‘Doctor’;
TL; DR
comes
to limit
human
minds even
more in oral tradition
AND INNATE Propensity,
in much greater instinctual
and intuitive potential
OVER
all
as
HUMAN BEING..:)

And yeah; if GOD has a theme song for Human Nature at core;
yes, REAL HUMAN NATURE;
it will be ‘this’ song;
and it will terrify
the pants
off of Fundie Christian
‘RED NECK’ folks that tHEIR GOD
is both
‘black’
in indigenous
SPIRIT
LIKE India’s
‘KALI’
and
FRIGGING
LOVES
SEX, WITH A VARIETY
OF LOVING
NURTURING
WOMEN.

YES, the irony
is both delicious,
deadly,
AND
SAD..:(
But ‘like’ so-called Jesus
says; TRUTH OF NATURE
IS
WAY
TO SET
‘YOU’
FREE!..:)

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Tree of Summer Solstice

Posted on June 20, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Yep, the Tree of Life is a metaphor for the gifts of innate instinct and intuition
that all animals and even so-called lower organisms receive directly from GOD;
as all equally important children of GOD; where children are metaphor for all
of creation as is now as the sentience of GOD in ‘eyes and ears’ of all of us.

The Tree of Knowledge is JUST metaphor for what humans create with
abstract written language starting with scratching angles in the sand;
copying imaginary and creative connections of angles of stars
in sky, next thing ya know; ya got sanskrit alphabet, words
paragraphs, and recorded written ways of collective human
abstract intelligence; and complex cultures starting with
Agriculture, then Industrialization, and now the
Information Technology Age where the Tree
of knowledge that is human made is
convoluted to the point where some
folks don’t even feel like they are living
on a right planet anymore; and well, in large
they are not; as we are separated now outside
of the Tree of Life gifted to us by all natural God;
by a culture that is so far removed from the gifts
of all natural innate instinct and intuition that most
humans never find the heaven of now that the gnostic
so-called Jesus promises is tHere for those who escape
the tree of knowledge and get back to a natural gift of the
tree of life that lives inside us, outside us, above, so below
and all around us. Truly it’s as simple as that for animals in
the real feeling of innate instinct and intuition that eat of the
TREE OF LIFE. I LIVE IN HEAVEN ALL THE TIME NOW; as
I live wild and free again like the other free children of GOD who are
much smarter than the typical sheep led by cultural illusions producing
much human suffering and misery around the part of the world that is hell
now; instead of the heaven of always now that I live in as escape from the
Wrong Planet NOW that starts with a full cultural plate, almost from birth NOW.

Truly it’s simple; but as hard for a person who is acclimatized to culture to escape
as the largest camel in the tiniest hole of needle almost imaginable; It takes me
life threatening illness without effective use of my eyes and ears; to find the
same power of GOD in me before I become poisoned by the snake of the
tree of knowledge AKA all things associated with modern human
cultures more or less; some things do bring comfort out of
mechanical cognition but truly the real gift of happiness
from GOD are all things associated with social cognition;
from physical intelligence to emotional intelligence;
to regulating emotions and senses; to increasing
focus and short term working memory; to finALLy
live in balance with our nature and Mother Nature
AKA GOD in a practice of animal homeostasis
where the illusion of past and present goes
away and we once again live like our fellow
animals in the REAL PRESENT OF NOW;
AND IT IS CRYSTAL clear for those who
have the ‘right-brain interpreting eyes’
and ‘ears’ to see this truth in the
GNOSTIC GOSPEL OF THOMAS;
although to be clear it is
far from perfect as it
suggests folks
should rebel
and hate
their parents
and this way of being
must be enforced by starting
wars; but the evidence of that is
provided here for anyone who can
understand the metaphors of the Gnostic
Gospel of Thomas with RIGHT- BRAIN thinking
mind as metaphor for the interpreting visual
thinking mind of human being capable
of imagination and creativity, as well
as interpreting visual symbolism
that sadly some humans are
NOT INNATELY able TO DO,
per factors like brain lesions
on the right hemisphere of the
brain or environmental factors that
science doesn’t have a good handle on
to better understand more completely the
functional disabilities of the human mind;
in my opinion, most of it is environmental and
can simply be remedied with ‘right-brain’ leaning
activities like dance, music, and all stuff associated
with getting out of the box and creating something new
that no one has ever done before; rarely does one come
across a truly creative person who does not believe in GOD,
as true creativity is totally innate instinctual and intuitive
not unlike the PROPHETS OF OLD WHO ARE the prophets
of new; as the Beatles are the new prophets for one
example who art from the creative side of mind
where rational thinking is not required at all;
the flow is THE FLOW OF GOD; to be in this
creative theta wave state of mind is
to FLOW WITH GOD AS ‘CREATIVE
EYES’ OF GOD; SO YEAH, LIKE
the great band ‘Rush’ says
‘the word of the prophets
written on the studio
walls of concert
halls’..:)
God is an ‘EEO’ employer’;
GOD doesn’t ‘give a crap’
about the tree of knowledge;
whether it comes in a science
book or big black book that
subjugates and controls humans
beings away from the feral freedom
that GOD gifts humans as ‘goats’
rather than
‘sheep’;
I am a Goat.
But yes; I am
a sheep in the past as well;
Goat is ‘heavenly fun’ as there is
NO judgement for that other than
the ‘eyes’ of GOD; that lives inside
us for those who touch the eyes
of GOD as Instruments
of GOD one and
SAME.

AND YES, believe it or not;
I ‘speak’ with ‘eyes of GOD’;
and the words flow from
‘fingertips of GOD’
AS well;
same as old;
new as
old;
the ‘real
‘new age’
is the
TREE OF
LIFE;
totAlly free
from head
to toe
to
i.

No, it’s no a sin to seek knowledge
but to get to addicted to human
cultures and abstract knowledge
can be a beyond sad way to
get separated from GOD;
but that’s wHere relative
human free will comes
to play for those
who find
GOD
within to free themselves
from the eye of culture
that are the eyes of
the tree of
knowledge;
I choose life
over knowledge;
I am free with GOD
co-creating in that
way as totally free..:)

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No.. that’s not my daughter.. that’s my 45 year old.. wife.. Katrina.. one of our niece’s friends asks if she is 18 years old.. oh.. well.. it must be ’cause i keep her well polished.. all my cars last about 15 years or so.. and always look new.. and i do love her more than my cars so no wonder she looks precisely the same.. as new.. or haha! even a year younger than we get married.. her at 19.. me at 29.. she is still an excellent looking model… Katrina.. in great condition.. sporty.. on the beach…;)

And oh God.. the size difference.. her at 115.. me at 230.. and OMG my head alone must weigh 100 LBS in just the forehead..wink emoticon Yes.. I’m ALL HEAD FRED.. dancing away Summer Solstice EVE like there’s only now and NO TOMORROW ON THE beach and oh boy is it HOT TODAY..smile emoticon HAHA! SERIOUSLY skating in reverse on hot sands of beach around 5 miles or so.. dodging folks as i go.. so much fun! And something some folks may never ever see again..;)

I am one seriously wild and crazy dude..:)

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Ah yes.. i ruin the taste of ‘those dates’..
and truly a rose is to rise above the program
that others will try so hard to program us as..
FREE is a way
for me.. in
social cooperation..
courage and kindness..
a Tree of Life
for me on this
Eve of Summer SoLsTiCe
for the longest day
of
heArt
as wEll
as
ALLways
now..
expressiNg
spiRit
sOul
i..:)

Ah… a blanket of being.. existence.. moving electrons.. around nucleus.. fire being..
moving.. ALLways moving.. dancing togetHeR.. singing sound movement
inspiring.. expanding.. blanket.. more and more.. until it’s folding
in golden spirals.. coming
again
and again..
deLight US is
iS..:)

Medicine for muse is certainly cat nature for i.. to smell fresh
garden air of Summer night’s heArt.. is play of flight
in furry pause way.. savoring present moments..
grasping claws soil in soul.. grains.. sand.. spilling
all around.. dust of me.. musing sparkles life..:)

Oh.. personification.. woManiFicatiOn.. TRUST
a perfecting photo of wifey love is truly must
for me.. Ah.. delightful ways of play in lust
be free.. making now greaTEST PRACTICE…
ART CREATION activities.. longevITy TRUSTS..:)

ImagiNaTion set free.. creativity poetry.. sOul..
heArt expressing spirIT.. what the cEO will
never know.. now to be alive.. is their prison..
but bars removed from heaRt and soUl..
in walls and bars of coldest.. still cannot
stop a heart from beating Art
of spiRiT.. a uniVERSE
of i.. is finAlly
free
SOUL..:)

Ah.. the battle of the sexes.. as women embrace more
of the tough side of nature.. oh the males do stay
so often stale.. never realizing that love can move
legs from quarter to a half a ton.. and haha.. i
can prove that too.. on YouTube way..
there is no
power
stronger than a
tear to fortress male..
as strong
as
female..
turning
titanic
of patriarchy
back to egalitarianism..
iceberg too tall for many..
but yes.. mountain of loVE..
comes wITh tears..:)

Truly the only STUFF setting psychopath apart
from hero.. is heart.. and oh boy do i have
heArt.. a psychopath will never
stand a chance
in hell
with
my
heaven.. smiles..
my eyes will
pierce their
souls
like
laseRing
Love..:)

Ah.. yes.. for me.. poems do not think.. mechanical cognition..
they live aLive.. social cognitiOn.. innate instinct and
intuitive heArt.. label comes last..
substance.. soUL poeTry..
spiRit expressing
lives
First..:)

Dancing on sugar whites sands of emerald green
sea-weed gulf.. these weeds do leave distinct
waves on soil.. and patterns of my
feet skating reverse in Nike way..
wHere golden spiraling swirls
do follow same
golden shores
of GOD..
ah.. to
reflect GOD
in dance
is a
magical
way of
life for me..
to do it in Poetry
can be divine
less or more
Golden
Swirling
Love..:)

Oh yeah.. it is my father’s birthday on the 20th of June.. passed away a year will be 83.. and truly wonder if even today.. i will be man enough.. for him to NOT tell me.. make sure you raise your son like a man.. for those fathers who are not strong enough to stay around.. for child to become love instead of hardened law enforcement.. military.. or whatever makes polar opposite gender roles ring.. all puppy dog tails.. and no sugar and spice.. well let me tell you daddy.. up there in heaven.. where all heroes go.. i am stronger than anyone as loving as me.. will ever be in this life.. as love is what makes ya strong and if you could have learned that on your own.. perhaps one day you could have made the grade.. of ‘super hero’ too.. and no.. not in your eyes.. the eyes of onlookers .. and no doubt for 46 years of law enforcement.. you are a hero.. but the tears i learn from mama.. is eventually with your strength.. and fearless.. what makes the S come true for hope of miracles in me.. so God Bless ya.. and thank you for leaving.. as honestly that made me more man than I could ever be.. i’m quite sure of that..:)

Ah.. the core of Capitalism steeped deep..
in a Patriarchy of repressed emotional
life of little boys.. growing cold.. finding
release in sex and not much else.. and
when that gets boring all is left is power..
but the whole of life will never ever be
filled without that heArt.. that fuels a
spiRit expressing sOul.. wHere
satisfaction is always now..
with never a need but
for the present of
giving Love..
Oh.. the
path to
hell paving grey..
with deserted tears
Desert eyes of hate..
AND Love wins the
present
of
now..
you lose
you lost..
you’ll never
see lasting now
satisfaction in
power or greed..
or one night
stands of
domination…:)

Tree of love.. tree of life.. life of love is Tree of life.. ah.. to grow alive..
in reaching roots.. to touch.. allow.. a heArt to spend a present
delight.. expressing all of soul in spiRit spreading bright..
oh the leaves of spring ring true in love of
all four seasons
of human
eyes
sOul
i..:)

Ah.. evil breeds in pews of Southern Baptist white churches.. where gays
are told.. their deeds are evil.. where boys are told that men don’t
cry.. where social roles die in spreading Capitalism way..
where mental illness and drugs are stigma
that truly are often part of little
boys without tears
of joy.. and sadness..
the answer is love..
the question is love..
the problem is no love..
the problem is no heart
the problems is no spirit
expressing soul.. the problem
child is child with no soul.. or social role..
the perpetrators are society as whole..
Love is the
answer.. the Golden
Rule is innate.. instinctual and intuitive..
when human emotions are set FREE!..
IF only pews of Southern Baptist
churches could ever get that message
of so-called Jesus.. A Golden rule guy..
as Tough Unconditional Love.. perhaps
boys
could
become
men
of love..
where i live in the deep
south of LA.. Lower Alabama..
AKA as hell.. the panhandle of
Florida.. literally named HELL as
territory at one point..
with the most churches
per square mile later
and the most hates
for blacks and gays
even later.. it’s still
that way..
in Northern part of counties..
nothing has changed..
hate is still the rule
of
different..
even at the Pastors
home with his
family deriding
blacks at
the dinner
table
of plenty..
as well as gays..
It disgusts me..
but again..
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE WHICH
MEANS CALLING OUT
THAT ANSWER IS THE ANSWER..
no matter who calls it.. so-called Jesus
or the hobo
schizophrenic
guy on the corner
street all ALONE..
who is told to
pull his boot straps
up and get a job
by the
local Pastor…:(
(;..To be clear.. not
all SB churches are
like this.. but i find
most are.. in personal
experiences.. visiting
them as participant
observer Anthropologist..:)
Sorry.. this is quite long too..
but this subject is A HOTTEST
TOPIC OF INTEREST TO ME..
AND you just inspire this.. from
me.. so smiles again.. if you will..:)
ALL WE CAN DO IS LOVE THE BEST
WE
CAN.. BUT NEVER EVER STAND STILL
AND BE
QUIET.. WHEN ANSWERS DO COME..:)

Wall flowers of dark brown eyes.. see only gray of Love
in black sparks.. where eyes of passion and Love
do flow among the wanted toys of boys and girls
of light.. oh.. the hope is Love.. the story is kind
to never give up.. to courage.. Love..
to reach out and be
alive.. a flower
of wall..
blooming
Dance toGetHeR..:)

Ah.. the mother who responds
in like with open mind of heart
as Love.. a Treasure for
greater connection
as
Love..:)

Ah.. only if the minute lover can
taste the honey doing of
Unconditional Love.. tough
as nails.. soft as heart..
living always now as
present.. where minute
or time is nonexistent
life living always Love..:)

Oh.. the Mother’s Love.. not bound by
weight of courage.. spirit of Love
light.. loving bright.. star
of soul sings spirit heart..
no matter ribs
of bone
or flesh..:)

Fear.. the father of hate.. the brother of doubt.. the sister of greed.. the daughter
of jealousy.. the cousin of envy.. the citizen of US.. oh Love.. the bringer of Light..
the mother of time.. the spiral of now.. the Golden rule present..
why oh why.. just love.. oh Fear..
Oh.. LOVE
OH TIME go away..
onLY PreSent LOVE
heals
the
other
way..:)

Ah.. the greatest loves are tests without
requite.. sometimes that is solitary
love as well.. but a perfection
of practice.. in sands
of shaping challenge
can make the
hermit
as strong
as shell of Love
in giving others..:)
And yes.. it is possible
to Love the Most.. and
and separate oneself
from negativity..
practice.. practice..
as always
another
step in
a better
direction.:)

The blood of love.. no longer red.. or pink
or even grey.. blood runs black..
soul stays cold.. heart stold
spirits withhold.. but
hope lives..
wHere
blood
runs
brighter..
in spots of
heArt alive..:)

Oh.. to lose my mind.. a target of non-requite..
so many years.. so trapped in head..
oh the dance of Love.. does finAlly
come.. go away thoughts..
my Love
IS
here in steps
of heArt..:)

Love.. the flight of Seagull wings.. that sees no high
or hears no low.. oh.. to be alive.. to soar
so high.. low.. with ‘Jonathan wings’..
beyond the Sun.. inside the
moon.. of use we do..
Love.. to simply
glide..
as
Light..:)

Oh the dream of death.. the longest dream
of now that knows.. ah the respite
of life.. a tasteful way
knowing delight..
ah the dream of death
goes on in knowing
why.. oh to live in
death.. is courage..
is courage.. is never
ever giving
up..
will over fear
over love
will
to
survive..:)

A love that never ends
exists as now.. no measure..
a gift.. that never dies..
alive.. for Nowloveis..:)

Ah.. yes.. the inner space of water true in oceans green
of ever life.. so deep.. and spiny spawn of electro
fish terror.. yes.. alien life is right here below
us.. just waiting to be shared and felt..
a source of aliens..
is just a cup
of
water
away.. beneath
a dark blue
waving
swimmy
way..:)

Small hors d’oeuvres of pleasure
after a lengthy stay inside
the tavern.. is all
that’s left of me..
for her to
savor
after
withdrawing
my full bank account..
LOViNG WAY deep..:)

i have this dream in youth i will marry this
flower and never grows old..
so far it is a miracle
but yes.. it is
TRUTH..
the other side
is it is still
a practical Virgin..
be careful what one
wishes for with
love
or not..
Love is the
cure of
Age.. in
spirit of flesh..:)

Colors in blankets of us.. hues of differences
in grey.. love is a flower without hues or
shades.. love is a flower with limitless
petals floating off stems of us..:)

And the pages of God’s breath breathes effortless
without tress of bark withheld.. in spiraling way
of endless ..in power and without… this
Love is far beyond human love in
strength and love and
courage.. just
be.. and
never ever
go
away..:)

Three-Thousand

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Mines of Canaries

Posted on June 20, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Ah.. yes..
the clever one..
always having just enough rope..
to avoid the stringing up..
the fox that never sweats..
the hen that never runs..
the clever one..
who hides
in
plain
sight..:)

The sights.. smells.. and sounds.. of bar diversity..
in human.. pheromones.. alive as same.. dripping alcohol off bar glasses..
finding how males really feel about women in pissing rooms.. and women
knowing and now coupling up with each other instead..
oh the battle of the sexes..
one in bar life.. and women are on top.. with each other now..
amazing how much humans have changed since the 80’s..
everything goes now.. and perhaps that’s good
for over-population that
separates the masses
from each other
in big city life..:)

Ah.. the bright of June.. even the word is four of magic five
of now.. 18 today.. as Summer becomes adult.. at 21..
the promise of the longest day..
in Northern Hemisphere way..
oh.. the days never end
when the green of
life lives
in
Summer’s
June
Firefly
i..:)

Ah.. the sacred purpose of poetry
to make sign language of paper
organic.. the words become
emotions.. the emotions
become flesh..
the flesh
liveS
for
ever
in the
word
ALIVE..:)

Ooh.. mirrored lakes of cream churn away
the skies of ice cream dreams.. a pleasure
it is to melt away the long summer day
with memes.. of living
dessertStressed noway..:)

Ah.. the songs of Nature so often provide the background
message of country westerns of my past.. watching
the balance of nature.. with eagles and snakes like
this in the continuing play of life.. where
people become snakes and eagles
and the two will dance a dance of
life or death.. or in between
mundane
of dwelling
dance alike
or different in
red and
white men
and women
ways..:)

Dream of the feral cat inside outside
or indoor cat.. is to breathe it all
in.. climb and spin around
in cat tail dreams
among the
leaves of
grass and sandy
hills of Summer delight…
Oh to lay inside can be a sad
cat way of life.. but getting fed
is always the incentive that strays
the call of the wild in whiskers of free..:)

Ah.. the grass is a beauty as leaves hold together but
the beach of sands and sparkling diatoms of gulf
with humid puffy skies of night painted clouds..
bring love and sand together on breath of
two intwined as one.. beach of love..
Oh God my youth is magic..
and best of all is i can
go there again in
words and
water on
sandlit nights..:)

Soil of SoUl.. memory of Love..
dig the soil.. expose the sOul..
heArt alive.. expresses spiRit..:)

Ah.. life on river.. where home and water become one..
there is a power of water that ionizes a mind and body
in balance more alive.. as swirling air above the dreams
of river become us in flow again.. be the water.. float..
in dreams come true..:)

Ah.. to the north us skies are never lit by cities..
the quiet is deafening unto itself.. and the
frogs sing on humid nights.. but oh so sad..
is where have the fire flies gone.. it seems
years since they flew so free in my area..
disappearing like the bees now.. where
magic
goes
away.. but anyway
there is always YouTube
and Google photos but
never the magic of
lighted wings
in quiet
night
lights..:)

Dreams of twilight mixing words do delight..
Oh.. images of daylight do bring
sounds of dreams in night..
oh just to bring those
dreams alive
is sanity
in
normal
life.. is
a play of life
for me.. as well..:)

Ah.. the Judas often bleeds the most..
the anti-hero seldom celebrated but
brings the change.. the dark comes
first and then the light ends where
dark brown leaves come in fall to
rise again.. in seed of sprout..
loving grains are gray and
white.. sometimes
black.. and blood
and blue
red..:)

Oh the sitters and the rovers play their roles..
to adventure.. to go.. in Star Trek way no
human goes.. is to feel the Universe
still expanding.. outward..
as.. i’s..:)

Oh.. the deadbolt of the closed mind
heart.. can be such a cold place to
be.. oh the key can be as close
as a dance step away
in free of soul
and spirit
expressing
i’s..:)

The day before the longest day of Father’s day
is my father’s birthday passed away a year ago
last month.. sadly i never got to know him
even in the same room.. but yes there are
worse things.. much more horrifying
stuff than a parent that is quite
without emotions.. null
and void definitely
beats verbal
or physical abuse..
and TG my mother
is an unconditional love
as without two.. you are
certainly a gift from GOD
as the kind and courageous you
that inspires these words of life..:)

Oh my God.. emotions fully experienced are the
glue of loving.. crying .. fearful.. and all
memories in between.. to lose
emotion is same as heart..
or expressing that as spirit..
and without heart and spirit
expressing now the soul
dies a lonely
death as
life..
HOPE
IS EMOTION
AND POSSIBLE
AGAIN.. AS WELL..:)

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Humans develop logic to reason events of the past in forecast of the future..
A neo-cortical rather new development that sets humans in an illusion of past
and future as well…

The Past and future illusion
can sink a person to the lowest levels
below an ocean floor..

The Sea Gulls of the air have no worry for this.. as they simply connect to
GOD and leave the issues of what will be greater than they to GOD..

totAlly without thought or consequence and that is what GOD
has it be.. as GOD just IS.. and not a thing
that tiny humans will ever fully
comprehend..as long
as humans
keep their
tiny eyes
and
brains..
which make
them human too..:)

Humans think they are smart..
but for the most no they are not..
that’s easy to measure in the misery
of eyes.. everywhere i go.. even in the
Land of the Free.. Free is not free.. free
is without worry.. worry free is life.. in now..;)

The answer for me is simply.. trust God that lives
within the human soul.. heart.. and spirit.. and let the
negativity of others go.. no matter how confused they are
as mired in darkness in both sunlight and moonlight ways..:)

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The problem starts by defining reality

with concrete words like reality.

It is what it is.

Without words it is what it is.

Without is it…

Science definitely shows though that some
folks experience, feel, and sense aspects
of reality that others have no part of IN their life.

It is as simple as some folks experience nuanced emotions;
have a depth of ability to imagine images in their minds;
and have an ability to feel the emotions of others through affective empathy;
and other folks feel, sense, and imagine little to nothing of this; so yeah for those
folks these real physical aspects of life for some folks are not real to them; but that
does not negate the reality of the experience of other folks, at all; a common issue
with Autism is not understanding non-verbal language, deficits in cognitive empathy
as well as affective empathy in some cases; to the point of viewing other humans as mechanical
aids and nothing else; sad but true; different realities in physical realities or not, for different folks.

And no, there is nothing deranged about that; it is the state of the art of science in art of understanding human
emotions; science is just now touching on the Universe that exists as the internal human being that is almost
entirely subjective as far as how that internal experience can be described in words; words will never fully
capture all of the external reality nor the internal reality of humans, as humans are much too diverse to
ever put into cookie cutter molds of life experience, feelings, and sensory experience.

I have even had some folks here suggest that faith, hope, and belief are mere words and not
emotions; I do not have that issue and in discussing it with my Asperger’s therapist just
today; she states that this is very common among folks with Asperger’s ranging to
not having any idea what facial or eye expressions mean; that is a serious
reality difference that is non-existent for many folks on the
Autism spectrum. If one doesn’t experience it, it is
a non-physical thing to them; that does
exist fluidly for many other folks
where they can almost
take it for granted
as long as they
keep connecting
in flesh and blood relationships..:)

AND YES, these are just a very few examples;
there are myriad others; that scientists
are studying as we speak DIFFERENTLY OF COURSE..:)

The dog of reason has spoken.

The dog of reason has a closed-mind.

The dog of reason has an issue wHere

The dog of reason cannot see

with eyes of ‘US’..;)

Yes, the DOGma has spoken
with few words of wISdom yet;

In other words, there is always hope for THOSE
who experience THAT emotion along with Faith and

Belief with the PREcursor, of course;
Imagination
and
CREATIVITY.

JUST another area of reality that is
as foreign as a Wrong planet to some…

And yes, again, science provides evidence for
this in poetic form or

NOT..:)

Anyway there is more to life than
reason; I mean duh; totally rad dude;
Life is FUN; much more fun with the
real world of Imagination and

CREATIVITY.

NO; NOT PAINT
by numbers
poetry
either; smiles..;)

The greatest achievement of humankind
is imagination and creativity; the dog of
reason is here for survival, yes; but not
FOR FUN OR
the Heaven of NOW..;)

That’s a gift friend; that not all possess
or develop; sadly enough;
would love to see something
new from you and not
just the same old
phrases
RE-HASHED IN
STALE POTATOES..;)

Honestly your little ‘sly’ attempt
to insinuate that Tech has a
deranged mind is the
height of childhood
folly of bully
boys who
have no
soul;
heart;
or spirit;
otherwise known as
that science identified
cognitive and affective
EMPATHY STUFF; you
disgust
me;
and that’s
just the truth;
but I forgive you;
as obviously you
KnowNOT what
you do and yes
live in a much
different
DARKER
REALITY
THAN
US..;)
IMHO..:)

Quote:

“Be succinct for a change, please.”

‘Horatio’; you can’t possibly understand the power I have.

It’s real; it’s all natural; but it is as far beyond your eyes; as the eyes
of dust as opposed to dust…

Yeah; been to the other place of dust; and I know how limiting
that can be as just a human extension of a tool; instead of ‘Lion on the Savannah’.

And trust me or not; no film has captured all of what I am more than
capable of
yet..;)

I don’t give a crap what you think;
and yes, I am willing to listen to crap
over and over as folks can learn from crap too.

We live in different worlds friend; Hopefully that is succinct enough and
impossible to explain to you the difference; I can talk forever; but until
you experience life the way I do; you will NEVER EVER be fearless like me.

AND YEAH; I can do stuff that no one is brave enough to do in the entire
world; and evidence that at least once a week. IN not just poetry
BUT fully NUDE visual poetry of the greatest art that is the
human form fully wild again like our ancestors as powerful
as ‘Lion’ in Human form..:) TO BE CLEAR THE ONLY
POET BRAVE ENOUGH TO DO THAT; ever in the
history of Poetry.

Yup; got the proof baby;
if YOU are strong enough to LOOK
at it square between the eyes of
LION..;)

The greaTEST WARRIORS through
history have been totally naked
and you owe them your existence;
and yes, I am talking about your
distant ancestors that are
a lot like me;
after all classical evolution
is a slow process; epigenetics
in negative style is the reason
so many humans need guns
to gain some illusion
of comfort today;
guns are mostly
a pacifier to
reduce anxiety.

I don’t have any anxiety;
therefore I do not
need a pacifier; smiles.

Truly it is as succinct as that:

I DO NOT NEED A PACIFIER.

Have a nice day or make my day..;)

Dude, we have different opinions.

This is a forum subgroup specific to
topics of Philosophy, Politics, and Religion

I am more a more a less a naturalist
than tool guy now. So my opinion
on this is squarely in opposition
to yours.

I have as much right here to express
my opinion as you do; and yes, time
and time again the moderators here
have tried to squash my freedom of
expression; because it isn’t the
cup of tea of others, even though
I have never directly attacked
another person in malice;
yeah; sarcastic remarks
are allowed here according
to the sub-rules and that
is a better art than a direct
personal attack, instead in WIT.

And yes, I moderate my communication
somewhat myself, in recognition of trying
to get along with folks; but moderate is the
key; not blindly following the heard of herd.

Alex, is an artist not unlike me; so he understands
the value of neurodiversity and minds that think
much differently than the herd. I mean Jesus
H. Christ THAT is why he made this
frigging place for freedom of the
neurodiverse who are not
afraid to ‘JUST BE ME’.

I’m not afraid to live on the Planet
that IS ME; no matter what anyone
else thinks differently in the planet
they live on; can you see that now..:)

I AM NOT DODGING the question, I am continuing
to present my unique imaginative and creative
philosophical opinion on the topic at hand;
and simply ignoring the intellectual bullying
of both you and Dox of trying to impose
the will of personal opinions on others.
I will die for freedom of expression;
no one will nullify either my freedom
or opinion through disagreement
or failure to
understand my
opinion;
CAPICE?

Quote:

“A deadly COMBO”

Or a ‘shy’ racist kid who doesn’t like black folks;

‘Brave enough’ to shoot 9 innocents down in a church;

I don’t suspect to see that thread here; I wonder

WHY; Guns CAN surely be disgusting
no matter who
believes what.

Yes, a timely
issue; YES…:(

Human beings; ones with NORMAL empathy, have a built in aversion to killing other humans with their
bare hands; that alone is what is sad about rampage killings and guns or other bigger tools of killing
named bombs; without that distance, and tools, including swords or other tools of killing in Chinese
Rampage killings, humans are more likely not going to be under the attack of a rampage killing or
killed by a frigging nuclear bomb; in other words, I am not picking on guns alone as
an equalizer; all tools of killing are a negative equalizer to avoid the human
empathy of aversion to killing among one’s own species.

Yes, it is a tribal adaptation by way of cultural tools
to kill the opposing challenge of the other tribe,
or prey to better survive; but the sad
consequences of a culture where
social roles are so vague that folks
join a culture of conspiracy theories
or white supremacy is that is a cocktail
of disaster for just the right recipe of
catastrophic numbers of rampage killing;
and yes, it is rare; unless one is on the other
end of the one who has lost their real social
role, never gained one, or has anti-social roles
of conspiracy theory, or other, against whatever
system of social-norms that are in place to work
the best that society can to thrive and survive;

A society that does not provide social roles
is A REAL PROBLEM; and Rampage Killings
with GUNS OR OTHER TOOLS of killing
is a barometer of that problem; that
comes and goes; as mileage
varies on killing but
IS NEVER GOOD.

More on that here, per
social roles and rampage
killing and GUNS AS
equalizers for
killing.

http://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=218916

And yes, the absence of clearly defined social
roles is a major factor in the development
of mental illness; the two work together
for human misery and suffering; overall.

And yes, sites like Info-Wars, are just
fuel for the
‘fodder’.

Quote:

“I am still convinced that the numerous photos

hinder our reading rather than facilitate it…. It’s a shame.”

The greatest shame my friend is that ‘you’ can come here with only ‘that’ to say..
considering the great time and effort I take to be a team player with
dVERSE taking much time and effort to treat everyone with the
upmost respect and care and most always doing that
poetically in every response I provide on
every link I go to..
Seriously
you might
be able
to discourage
‘Whitman’
but it is a waste
of time trying to discourage me..
Every new form of almost anything
in life gains resistance from conservative thinking
minds.. and that is only human nature that I have empathy for..
however.. honestly dear.. if no one moved out of the box art will
still be limited to caves.. there is poetry in my visual imagery.. whether
you can see that or not.. and truly it is a well known medical fact that
some folks cannot interpret symbolism in visual imagery of photography..
so while I do not know why you as an individual and a few others here are
so averse to what I do here in creativity that other folks laud.. I will accept
that and ask you after so many times.. to please tolerate differences in
imagination and creativity.. as truly you could be the one to discourage
a REAL Whitman from never becoming a Whitman here in the future..
with this closed minded way of artistic thinking…

I am not trying to become a Published Poet dear.. I am
just a humble artist working in a Zen Art of Now..
It certainly cannot be too hard to just ‘hate’ me
by not coming by if that is
your
choice…
But seriously this is a highly
discouraging way of being
that you are
professing
here..
AND I do THIS for the
weaker people you may
come into contact in the
future who are similarly
adventurous in art
like me..
who may not be able
to stand up to this repeated
discouraging behavior
time and time again..

Honestly dear.. at this
point you are boring me..
and I ask you to
desist from this
type of
behavior here on
what I try to make
a positive environment
for all who come here to
read with open minds..
hearts..
and soul..:)

In other words can’t we just get along..
accept or at least tolerate each others
differences without insisting on
changing each other just
cause we view and
do the
world differently..
i for one cannot fathom
how something so loving
can become something
so hating in spirit.. but my
Mama raised me to say nothing..
if nothing good is available to say..
But I for one have always found something
good to say about every single poem I have
encountered on dVerse.. even if I have to read
it 15 times to understand it and find that something
good to say.. and dear that is why my heart is now 20
something times bigger than the Grinch Heart gifted
to me
by
GOD..

Try it.. you might like it
too.. as much as me and
GOD
DO..:)

Sincerely.. with CONCERN
for OTHERS..

Fred..:)

ANYWAY.. with what you’ve said..
to hell with poetry tonight..
i’m going dancing
with the wild ones..
be by to be inspired
again tomorrow..
as i shake off
your negativity
dancing tonight
with the free spirits
of Art in GOD’s greatest
gift
of
DANCE..
SMILES..
NO.. NOT SMILES..
BIGGEST SMILES..:)

ART and GOD ARE ONE AND SAME TO ME..
NOT FOR COMMERCIAL PROFIT..
TAX FREE..
LOVE.
Period
INFINITY…*8*

When people come to home and see my wooded back yard they say this is God’s country;

In other words, wild and unscathed by human hands. Yes, I provided input at first; but then
I let it go; don’t water; don’t fertilize; just let Nature take ‘her’ course;
And yes, I have the best looking yard overall in the neighborhood
as plants that meet challenge flourish and the weak die and go away.

It’s the same, overall, with Nature.

Hurricanes are naturally occurring weather phenomena that
redistribute the heat of earth giving many species a better opportunity to survive.

However, humans who insist on living right on the coast instead of safe miles away;
still drown in large numbers by taking the risk of living on BARRIER Islands
and such as that; Barrier Islands are a first defense for further inland areas;
ALL natural occurring; but never the less, barrier Islands save life inland.

There is an amazing FORCE AND balance in Nature that is much more complex
and almost ‘magical’, than any dream of some sky daddy with a beard in the sky;
or some after life on clear gold floors or what not of material ideas of fancy wealth.

Religion finds metaphors first in oral tradition; both for bonding purposes and
to reduce existential angst showing there is order in Nature; but religion just
uses the word GOD to describe the force of Nature that allows order in the
balance of Nature including human nature. This is important to reduce FEAR.

For instance, as a timely issue, most folks have an aversion to killing members
of their same species as part of human empathy; and one sees this through
many other species of the animal kingdom; so in a way a rampage killing
for a person with empathy who distances their self from a strangling at
a distance with a trigger is an act of science as that trigger would not
be possible without modern science that leads to byproducts of
humans that make life easier, including killing other humans
for necessity or sport. Acts of God AKA Nature are even often
kinder that the scientific byproduct of modern medicine as
a child born with multiple congenital anomalies like my child
who cannot breathe at birth does not suffer for 51 days out of
human made rules that say that death is not a sacred right of the suffering
organism; even dogs get relief that humans suffer through, as death is not understood
as the same kind of blessing that those who live in wild nature understand it to be; as an
escape from the real suffering that is part of life, naturally. Yes, Acts of God are often kinder
than acts of science; and one need look no further than with Japanese eyes in Nagasaki last
century to see the real life misery that the science of atomic bombs can bring to humans clearly.

Oh, and first there is foraging in ways of hunting and gathering; Industrialization and manufacturing;
and now finally the Information Technology age. In each step humankind distances itself further and
further from both ‘regular nature’ and ‘human nature’, through the clothes of culture ranging from
never communing on grain of sand through oxytocin receptors of feet to bond with Nature better
to literal clothes that are part of shoes that do not receive the same nourishment from the sun
in ‘happy’ and ‘strong’ neurochemicals and neurohormones that allow humans to thrive and
survive better, overall; and then there is anti-bacterial soap that can lead to greater heart
disease; hormones in cows leading to boys with high voices and girls that mature earlier;
one-third of all school age children now assessed with pre-type two diabetes; around
50% of the country of adults on some type of pain medication often for somatic
pains from chronic stress and repressed emotions for a life of fight or flight fear
internalized; to skyrocketing rates of anti-depressants for children who no longer
even have physical education to learn mind and body balance to have greater
imaginative and creative physical intelligence to better regulate emotions and
integrate senses; as well as increasing focus and short term working memory.
Even science is finally catching up to see the folly of modern human culture as
children who exercise even one hour before taking a standard IQ test score on
average 10 points higher. Humans are devolving per the real process of
negative epigenetics in not meeting the challenge of the natural evolving
environment also common known as the natural force of GOD that is
the cosmos itself working in balance from above in the nature of
space to below in the environment of earth to inside the human
nature of emotions and senses that motivate humans to do
anything at all; so yes, while the neo-cortical development
of the reasoning human mind that can remember the past,
make critical analysis, and predict the future in terms of best
course action is a very important development for thriving surviving
apex predators; but on the other hand when written language is developed
by copying imaginary angles in connections of stars with sticks scratching in
the sand, aided by the all natural development that started with a prehensile
thumb; once we have collective intelligence and complex culture the human made
experiment begins beyond the balance of the previous GOD that is really never really
been more than a metaphor for the forces and laws of nature where kindness and courage
act together for social animals to thrive and survive. We live in an unwitting experiment of the
systemizing mind of human being in living in the past and predicting the future and we are the
guinea pigs of that experiment and truly many of the canary in the coal mines of that experiment
are telling the world IT’S NOT WORKING LOUD AND CLEAR ON THIS WRONG PLANET DEVELOPED
MOSTLY for the Canaries in the Coal mine; and I have been listening to the canaries sing carefully
over the last almost five years now; and I have learned much about human nature I never knew before.

So keep singing; I am listening; I’m not sure what I will be able to do to help; But I am listening; Yes,
I clearly know what the problems are now but the answer is surely the job of JOB for anyone who wants
to tackle
the
answer part.
It is up to each person to do what
they can to be the change they want to see.

I choose human;
I choose ART;
I choose Nature
AKA
GOD;
AND refrain from getting
lost in the manmade god of
abstract language, collective
intelligence and tools of resulting
complex cultures; I learn the lesson
of the wild plants of my back yard
and simply go back to the OLD EVOLVING
NATURE AKA THE REAL GOD THAT WORKS
SUPER COOL IN NATURE’S FORCE OF BALANCE..:)

YEAH, life is my all encompassing special interest
along with Nature aka GOD. And sometimes I persevere
on that and do lengthy monologues; so perhaps the canary
has a long song to sing outside of the coal mines of real HELL.

In FACT, and
FEELING, he
does….

The saddest pArt
is the canary who
no longer
sings….

I sing a free song…

untethered by human-made
mines and mind of HELL…..

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Hidden Paths Food and Love

Posted on June 18, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Ah.. the Fried Green Tomatoes of life.. tangy and crisp.. tomatoey and fresh..
but ugh.. slimy too.. like okra slices of life.. oh.. i still try them now and
then.. as the movie is too good to pass them up in nostalgia of taste..:)

Ah.. the silky smooth jellowee tongued peach of processed way..
but ooh.. that fine fur just rubs my tongue raw.. in fresh
peach way.. strawberry goosebumps do arise
in peachy clean ways of rubbing nose..
juicy yes.. and acidic oh!..:)

OMG.. potatoes.. the most boring staple of life of all..
when served plain of course.. but oh goodness.. the creamy
sour and buttery bacon delights and so much more
that can be added in on vanilla
potatoes
of
life..:)

Oh my.. dates remind me of eating cockroaches for some strange
reason.. never eat those cockroaches by the way..
but still the dates break apart in this spiny
leg way.. that remind
me of hind quarters
of cockroaches
come loose
in my
mouth and ooh..
if i ride a roller coaster
after eating bacon wrapped
‘roach legs’.. i don’t wanna know
what comes next.. and know you don’t either..
smiles.. dates or not.. now is good.. no dates for me.. but thanks..:)

Ah.. food.. predictable and delicious… fruit of humans
not always fresh.. nor vegetables of eyes..
crisp and clear.. it’s like pets..
food is always there for us..
no matter what..
humans
not so
clear..
or crispin
delicious
uncondition
Ally
loving
food
and pets..:)

Ah.. decadent dreams of deep dark chocolates do relate..
fantasies.. of delightful melting Easter bunny
coating nests of bunnies..
with eggs uphold first
in chocolate covered
rivers..do flow
brown
oceans of
sweetest blue..:)

OMG.. Kimchi.. Menudu..
and Chitterlings.. sounds like
a boy band trio.. of
quick steps
to the
head of
Navy language
for relief.. on both
ends of the ship..:)

Oh.. the Mac-N-Cheese of life..
a wonderful metaphor for the blanket of life..
where some folks hang in trees and other folks
are forest.. monkey see.. monkey do.. monkey hear..
i am u u or me.. we are us.. GOD are we.. hehe haha..
life’s a blast when floating on mac-n-cheese as a blanket of life..;)

Ah for me to be 5 again.. as school takes away the peachy life of freshly made
churning cream.. of river front life.. chairs of old.. flaking paint.. breeze flowing
cool humid and steamy hot.. over river dreams.. love is in the air.. in
arms of churning ones.. a peach of life.. is a cobbler road.. of yellow
brick one for me in Oz.. and yes.. finally..i freely go back..
whenever i love.. a place called home..:)

From an early age people tell me i am trash..
not even trash.. as at least trash is given careful attention..
to go to a secure place.. i suppose with all that hate i could be
a serial killer now.. after all.. i can look like the devil
as well as an angel with an instant expression of this
or that.. but NO.. Love is more powerful than
bullies seeing thin little ugly boys..
with only eyes of feminine
love and lashes.. LOVE IS
inside me growing more powerful
and powerful by the now.. then.. until
it blinds the bullies with more light
than they can stand
or fall so
they crawl
away in
darkness
and
i shine
in
dance
like
a frigging
‘Arnold’
ballet dancer
on the DRUG
OF
LOVE..
IT IS NOT often that
a poem brings tears to my
eyes but if people could see
the places i have been to they
will see more of what makes me
what i am.. the haters make me more
loving than anyone else.. the lesson of love
is tough
UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE FOR ME..:)

I AM AN ONION WITH EMPATHY PEELS
SO STRONG THAT NO ONE CAN UNRAVEL
THIS
ONION
OF
LOVE..:)

The chocolate dessert of the west knows no desert
of African way.. to love is to feel.. we are one race of love
and hunger.. to feed in mouth
and
sOul
with spiRit
of heArt as food as well..
If empathy dies.. starvation
grows.. a seed of love
is food
of life.. as WELL..
of watered LOVE..:)

Oh.. the world of home entertainment..
when stacks of potatoes of 3 channels of black and white..
grows to color.. to pong.. to Nintendo.. to XBOX LIVE! to HDTV
and 4 or whatever comes next
at BEXT BUY for CHEAP..
BUT nah.. it will never replace a time
before AC on front porch way..
with a neighborly hug..
and talk of anything
even the weather
before
weather channel way..:)
Sometimes i miss
vanilla potatoes
MORE
than all the
fixINs..:)

Ah.. soft drinks and potato chips are my dreams when young
floating on a chip of coke.. drinking and munching forever
in delight of life.. but oh no.. i drive to the bank
in hot weather over and over to see
the temperature rise on ‘cycle..
until heat exhaustion comes
and then a nightmare
of potato chip
arrives
and my
dream of chips
and coke is spoiled
forevermore.. no.. no coke..
but i still eat more than one chip..:)

Ah the dessert.. the wine.. of bright red lips..
so fine is she who delights below
is above.. mine dreams
as love defines..:)

Ah.. the food of customer service is the best taste of all..
where friendly service of pickles and lettuce
are juicer than the best
of root beer floats..
hell no when
pre-paid burgers
come.. i ain’t going..
i’ll stay at home..
with a smile or
not from dear
wife true..;)

Ah.. the diversity of food is what makes it great..
there is no more discriminating palate than
the one who enjoys all of it…:)

Ah.. Artists grow for nourishment of heArt.. where Art becomes
food for sOuls expressing spiRit deLight..
OH.. tHere is a cure for the loneLY
heaRt to ART IS food in
soUl of expressing
energy calories
of spIrit..
IN gourMet
LIGHT
and
LOVE..:)

Oh.. the farm of life.. is a nutritional one..
where all the pArts of heArt grow
as one SOUL OF Spirit of
US.. in seed of us as
all starts and ends..
WE are
the
Tree and
FREE
IN
LIFE..:)

Ah.. brown strawberries
are my favorite
so tall and perky..
a delight of tongue
and other stuff
that soothes..
a winter
soul..:)

Ah.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
There is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
of life
is you..
my seed
of
Light.:)

Oh.. Lord..the sin of food..
so decadent is sugar
and fat.. and carbohydrates
of life.. oh but surely STRESS
KILLS.. and anything is better
than dying without a heart
in life or death..

Mother at 80.. overweight..
eats all she wants.. 300
cholesterol.. no statins..
no drugs at all..
her secret now OUT
in me TOO..
I CONTROL
MY HAPPINESS
AND NOT
commercials
of worry..
life flows from
THAT more
than
death flows
from food..:)

Note:
THAT is LOVE..:)

Ah.. the cakes of life do lend fillings of icing.. oh the icing of life..
do feel lesser cakes.. with icing.. but for me the cake and
icing can go away.. i’ll stay with the feeling..
and spank the sweet tooth.. of life..
No.. not easy to do.. sweet is sweet..:)

So true the pot luck of mama can be so sweet..
but the luck of pot holes in roads so
dark.. can stumble the strongest
of feet.. Oh.. to carry on..
in dust or not..
to pain away..
’till the sweet
pot luck of
mama
comes
again..:)

Oh goodness.. bread and wine of life
is shared innately.. no need for
books.. announcements
or special guru songs
to sing this song
of one life
of
love
for all who
come to the
communion of nature
as human and all other
animal holy sacred loving life..:)

Oh.. no.. the reality of the empty hunger of life’s cooks..
simmering a brew of delicacy to all those unsuspecting
victims of cuisine.. the cook loves without requite..
it is the journey of the meal that counts
more than the meal itself..
We need more cooks
and less diners..
i guess..:)

The culture of food is one that sticks to ribs
of nationalism.. flags fly high over
meals served special.. every
village has a menu of
humans served so
well and no
not the
Twilight
Zone
Good Book
version
of
TO
SERVE
HUMAN.. BUT
THAT too.. IS A SCI-
FI CULTURAL DISH..:)

Ah.. small town dreams of suit and tie…
drives to bigger towns with fancy pant
meals.. 4 or 5 plates more with forks
and spoons.. than Village Parkway…
A prom perhaps.. a sparkling light
experience.. shining on spoons
and moons of eyes.. in
lovely young
love.. first
captured
bright..
what
food..
what
food..
i never noticed..
the food at all..:)

Human connection.. the source of all real human happiness.. so hard to find theses days.. truly it can be.. but living as shut-in for five years.. i learn the lesson.. of reaching out so strong.. as truly to connect as human is to live..

SURVIVE YES.. THRIVE..:)

I truly do not understand this in my college years…

i THINK NOT FEEL..

a person can study study study study..

and study more like a robot..

as making good grades and getting a good job is what is required to survive..

Then.. when making A’s is the grade and a B or C is the end of the world for me.. i miss out on the most important grade with my nose stuck in a book.. or lecture hall.. or solitary job as Janitor.. and that is the human connection that most all humans must have to survive and thrive as human being…

And then the darkness starts to envelope me.. i feel more and more disconnected.. depressed.. but then it is just a vague feeling.. as i do not understand that one must practice loving connections with others.. just like ‘regular muscle’.. OR the love muscle will atrophy into depression.. where emotions fade that emote human action for all we do in life…

And truly i do not understand this fully until my 40’s when the stress of work takes all my love away.. and all

THAT IS left is an empty shell of Zombie Human being.. and words that are empty shells of hope for heArt to come again.. like Phoenix rising from the ashes of black hole sun soul.. but if that is not enough.. the depression starts to physically age me.. even earlier in college.. in my late teen school age depression.. my skin looks bad.. my legs get weak.. my hair starts to fall out in handfuls.. and then i realize my body is telling me

CHANGE OR ELSE..

‘funny’ how that works.. we actually get warnings from GOD

like that.. to REACH OUT AND CONNECT OR ELSE…

NO.. I guess where you live.. you will not be able to start dancing everywhere you go.. like me after 5 years of invisibility as a Hunch Back of Notre Dame bedroom shut-in.. to connect.. as truly the dance is an accommodation to humanly connect as the invisible man i once am.. people tend to realize you are

SOME KIND OF HUMAN..

WHEN A PERSON DANCES IN

SPIRITUAL CONNECTION WITH GOD AT LEAST..:)

And No.. trust me there are no real midgets.. as when a heart grows.. to the size of a mansion.. even a four foot eleven.. 94 year old crippled woman like my Aunt Jettie.. can be a super-sized human spirit.. as compared to the man i am then.. half her age at 47…

I look AT her broad smile THEN..

through all those wrinkle lines of face and crinkled blue eyes of most beautiful azure sky.. and i know the truth then.. that spirit of human heart emotion expressed as human soul.. for others and received as such in life is all that

FRIGGING COUNTS.. AND I WILL USE THE F U WORD..

but it probably will not be appropriate..

but never the less.. sometimes we need to

SCREAM F U

to culture.. including school.. work..and all those requirements.. just

REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE.. as GOD will have us do.. to even stay alive as human being..

So yes.. keep reaching out with all that GOOEY HEART STUFF WITH your siblings.. as the LOVE we GIVE.. is ALL we TAKE with us.. in this life to the hereafter.. and even love without requite.. is the LOVE WE TAKE WITH US.. WHEN WE DO MEET ALLAH.. FACE TO FACE..:)

JUST DON’T GIVE UP.. KEEP LOVING.. EVEN IF IT TAKES..
‘TILL THE DAY YOU DIE.. TO FEEL YOU LIVE WITH LOVE..:)

just say:

I AM SPECIAL I AM LOVE

and study it like a course on life..

AFFIRM IT OVER AND OVER.. YES.. WRITE IT DOWN..

DON’T JUST LOVE.. BE LOVE.. BE ALLAHONE’S UNCONDITIONAL

TOUGH
LOVE..

THE REAL LOVE GYM OF LIFE
IS THE ONE WE EXERCISE
AS LOVE MUSCLE
FROM HEAD
TO TOE..
EXPRESSING
LOVE..:)
AND all the cultural
symbols including
these words
that can
BE
wrapped
ALLUP
in
the
PRESENT
OF THE PRESENT
NOW AS LOVE..:)

SO YEAH!

LOVE..:)

I Love YOU!..:)

just the way you are..
i don’t care if you are
short or
NOT..;)

or even have a
face
at
all..:)

You are Rafiah.. my friend..
and you are precious..
yes again..
JUST THE
WAY YOU
ARE..:)

Seriously you are brave
enough to reach out to me.. as A FRIEND..
i have many superficial admirers in life as the circus
act i can be.. but few friends like you.. as you
simply reach out to me.. you have that gift
of reaching out.. continue to use it.. and you WILL
FIND MANY MORE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND YOU..

JUST waiting for
someone to be brave
enough to
say hi..
you have a
beautiful heart…

YOU DO HAVE A
BEAUTIFUL
HEART..:)

YES!

I LOVE YOU
FOR THAT..:)

:”)

Quick meditation before exXtreme work-out of martial arts and strength training.. note: eyelashes most ‘chicks’ would love to have.. reminds me in middle school on the bus.. before my voice

DEEPENED hmm..

4 decades later.. where Vicky on the bus..

one of those ‘mean girls’ SPOUTS OHH..

LOOK AT HIS PRETTY LONG EYE LASHES AND EYES.. OHH..

look in a sarcastic catty tone.. well anyway.. after that.. 4 decades or so later… next Facebook profile photo status thingy coming now…

AND YES.. believe it or not.. i’ve been compared to this guy.. more than once in life.. too.. but i don’t think it is the long face that has anything to do with THAT..;)

PLUS shortly after the long eye lash comment from the homophobe girl i cut my long hair off.. and shaved my beard at age 24..;)

But anyway the shroud of Turin.. if nothing but art.. shows a rather robust looking Jesus capable of turning over money tables.. unlike the effete Catholic Priest approved Jesus of modern day artists where he is basically a female with a beard more or less.. with that soft look.. like me when much much younger.. where the McDonalds cashier.. says Ms.. can i help you at around 12 or 13.. same time frame when the mean girl makes fun of my long long pretty lashes and eyes.. on the school bus.. at that time.. too..;)

Everything changes.. at least for me..;)

Now.. fully ready to KICK A..

BUT nah.. not flesh and blood as now 20 reps of 930LB parallel leg press strength raises the bar of strength where i’m ‘only allowed’ to spar with steel machines with lightening fast kicks in all radius of lower body.. coming centimeters close without touching the precious expensive machines.. or breaking my toes.. haha!.. anyway.. to move in grace and power like this.. is where the source of human fearless is.. don’t fool yourself.. we are animals.. and all mammals who are at least omnivores have the instinctual need to be able to defend themselves against predators.. and capture prey as necessary.. and that takes a mind and body balance of strength.. agility.. and overall extra cool increasing physical intelligence throughout the course of life.. in proprioception..

the REAL SCIENTIFICALLY NOW

ASSESSED SIXTH SENSE OF HUMAN.. OH..

those Kung FU martial arts dudes from the

EAST have IT PRECISELY CORRECT..

TO LEARN FROM NATURE.. IS TO BE FULLY HUMAN TOO..

WALKING TALL MAMMALS ON THE SAVANNAH.. AS LIONS..

WITH HEAD FORWARD AND PURPOSEFUL

FULLY COMFORTABLE IN ONE’S SKIN..

AND IN MY CASE STILL.. FUR.. HEHE!..

WITH THOSE EYELASHES TOO..

a long way from middle school.. and ohh..

his eyelashes are so long and look at those eyes..

in a catty mean girl tone..

Vicky.. passed away now.. not sure of cause…

but I will never forget those mean girl eyes…

OMG.. i ‘just noticed’ my forehead is giganatyrannosaurusenormous.. OMG.. several ‘normal heads’ can fit just inside my forehead.. and you know what they say.. the brain is the biggest sexual organ of all.. so….. i am well endowed where i guess.. it counts the most..;) wITh heArt i hope..:)

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Well..

now almost what

seems as always

now..

celebrating my 63rd Rave Dance

Week.. with all the Super Kool

College age folks at Old Seville

Quarter..

Thursday Night..

More fun photos in both

documentation and celebration

THAT

COMING

sometime

after rave dance

3AM

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Dancing Buffets

Posted on June 16, 2015 by katiemiafrederick

Food Trough of Dancing Buffet

is what it takes.. to fuel a 232 LB
body through.. distance and space..
in Martial Arts.. Ballet style all around
the metro area world.. 3714 miles now..
approaching 22 months.. in serious ART..
of both fun.. and more athletic abilities that
are required even in sports.. overall.. at least…

Nah.. the questions come.. is it LSD.. Cocaine..
Molly/DMT.. or even Mushrooms that one smokes..
but oh no.. it is the “Ryan’s Buffet”.. Casino Buffets..
that yes.. do replace at least 6,000 calories burning
for 9 miles on Saturday on Casino BLVDS.. and a real
dance of marathon for 23 miles.. at mall and beach
on Sunday.. through afternoon and evening sea
breezes.. of everything from old rock and roll
to modern electro trance music..
where i truly breeze ONE
body with air
of Beach.. warm
Gulf waters.. yes..
as similar.. walking
on water is not nearly
the feat as dancing air
on terrestrial land feet
but anyway.. without ALL
the all you-can-eat buffets..
we will surely spend more on
groceries to feed the hungry of
dance.. that raves through me from
head to toe lightening ways of energy
display… a far cry from the olden days
at Burger King.. half-a-day senior i.. at high
school.. when all my friends munch so freely
on high price fries paid for in complete by parent
allowance.. while me working as a Janitor still cannot
even afford a crispy salty delicious fry.. mouth watering
they are then.. but the benefit of now.. is fries can come
or go.. i can afford them.. and all the food i do.. makes the
dance of life.. possible.. in Nike ways of just doing flight on land!..