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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

land of Anaka

April 23, 2012 attempt at accident with me seems ridicules but it has happened before I started backing up and dweeb with the pick up races back behind me I ask why would they do that besides matriculation? These contractor / government hybrids (which I will hence forth call dweebs) can do anything they want to do. This guy - I followed- parked down from the library in the condo lot where Janine Lindie lives. I am pissed at this seeming attempt to trap me. since ,my anger feels so strong intuitionally I think I am right and not just being paranoid......

Home Lyrics - foundation

The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning

I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
(I'm looking for a)

Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two
Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?
Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cameras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from out of the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
And into my head
Familiar smells and flavors

Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
And everywhere
I can hear those people saying

That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to every living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know

the Pitch- The overlighting drama of 'the GAME'

the race to activate
like a gun to our head
slipping past the gun
like in the cartoons where you stick a plate of food into the gun
or your finger and the gun explodes backwards

we all are here forgotten and alone
attacked by spiders and swarms of metallic beings
its the fear that keeps us stuck and divided. Struggling
allowing our masters to trick us again
programmed like a chained dog except the chains are invisible structures that we keep in our brains as good little boys and girls.

{Note: once run through the maze of programming the reinforcements can be dropped , the player usually will still obeys the programming. their job is to figure that out.}

Reality is an interpretation of the limited senses of our bodies programming-which keeps us staring at the pinprick through the box over our heads, We stay small slaves to the physical. Our Imaginations have been outlawed.

You think about our genetics, Its exponential for each child has twice the code of her parents. this is where the savior comes in. Into our hearts. IN all of us and our genius children of all Nations will take our hands and show us the way through the maze of forgetfulness that was imposed by our own agreements to be small..

{ can play multiple characters at a time this way because of the certain predictability after going through a maze of tests - boot-camp- where they receive
their programming and are embedded with clues and tools to get out of the maze, the weapons are Representative of both truth and deception- the double edge sword. the game is open ended and players can create their own worlds at the highest level and can drop into the lower levels as mentors or malicious monsters on their own experimental path but they will be noticed and contained if they interfere with the freewill of players that are activated. Activation is likely to take a while, or randomly given a free pass. get out of jail card - type draw.'Infinity restrained but infinity non the less.
No space is empty of energy. --]

Monday, January 30, 2012

Sunday, January 29, 2012

DC Marvel

Friday, January 27, 2012

Bill Wood -

I Love the End of this interview--

Golden and free

Jill Renee Feeler mentioned the interview - heres this weeks radio show:

I'm laying around watching youtube. and trying to get my writing in Focus?
achiness distracts me. I haven't seen Greg in a week now.I am going to make my way down -on crutches today.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

Water Dragon New Year

I broke my leg/ankle Friday night on the Ice Sheet of a path. Wrong shoes, wrong focus. I guess I twirled around to protect my head with full fulcrum on my twisted ankle. So I am cruising the INTERNET. Listening to stuff to help me craft my life. The kids have taken over the care of their dad. Which is a gift to him and to me, as long as the temperature doesn't drop. If it does he will have to move into the house. He does not want to. He is stubborn Too.. It is the Chinese New Year today. The year of the water dragon , I love the symbol of the dragon. I find strength and energy and beauty thinking on dragons,
Of coarse when I approach I wear a deep royal green cloak. I offer a dragon as I approach ,sparkles and jewels that come from my memory of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and the whistle while you work song. I am roaming my imaginary world today.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Costa Concordia

Daniel Seiter's 1685 painting of Diana over Orion's corpse, before he is placed in the heavens

Me - I always go to the suspects. I assume a sacrificial offering, by the "bad is good" 'Light is dark" crowd. Offered to the Temple of Diana. That's the assumption when you hear that the captain ordered dinner and wine. celebrating the success of the offering. Little does he know. She hears the pleas of the slumbering ones. She holds her mistake up and vows never again. Pluto has sent Mercury to show and tell.
The mainstream distraction - watch the other hand. Who is scrambling under the table?

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Analyst-left brain loop
sinking into the right
merging with the empty slate
a smooth pond of ice I twirl
suspended for a moment

If you were to ask me the dangers of the day
I would say...
as long as people stay asleep they are playing victims
a false flag event implicating Iran intending to start war = possibly as a strike on Israel -this is a western-think-tank - wet dream..they think they carry the trumpets. they are lost.

boogie man thinks he's saved. by his God,, Money..
they are trying to hide some big pile of arms
ships blame things on pirates.

Crazy scramble. the dice rolls. Like a Stephen King Novel their brains shrivel.

dance me to the end of Love

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Like Minds

Wow-ie Zow-ie Baby
some drama in her voice that is hard to listen to but the message ah the message is strong to me.
Its nice to be reminded
of the baby steps
fallowing the invisible thread
made visible through our imaginations

"Waste not the Hour" was that Churchill?


My comfort -My Inspiration-

Its now April first twenty twelevu
I've been looking for information on him because his book shows chem-trails and calls them- 'Cirus foretelling Improvement'. I think its him. Same name and accent sounds - answer It probably isn't him In this it says Alan Watt. the wecond moviescottish

answer It probably isn't him In this it says Alan Watt. the wecond movie

Darkside of the Moon

the Wall

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Game

Earth's Precessional Cycle
The Sacred Geometry of Global Change

Thursday, January 5, 2012

It works for me

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

the spiral

like when you water ski around a corner you speed up? seems to me you do.
physics of curves and bends and straight lines and motion
our thoughts are like that
seems to me that my thoughts are swirls and they get caught and gang around with the collective stream. almost like a raging river and my thought is a leaf being taken by energetic swirls.
then I seem to remember in physics that a wave goes through another wave undisrupted
but how can that be?
I think of water
Archetypal energies command sometimes and I explode.
death is waging its finger
like a nail against a chalk board
the spiral folds in on itself enlisting memories of pain turned against itself

this is a time when I puzzle and ponder.

Greg is down there, In the trolley
the pain is so bad its like he's having a baby every day.
He is eighty eight pounds and has shrunk 15 inches
and I am suppose to want to do massage when I am wanting to meditate all day to get to the bottom or top of this , my life? I want to be a part of the big wave -creatively - in a big way
but the mundane seemingly tethers me.

Monday, January 2, 2012

wish you were here Pink Floyd



So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue sky's from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Title: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here lyrics
Artist: Pink Floyd Lyrics

Sunday, January 1, 2012