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I can be too foolhardy at times and yet, the tables turn and I'm too intense. The next minute happens and it changes things... and the minute repeats...
...and always, it catches me unaware. If you're like me, it catches you unaware and you wonder. And it IS a wonder.
Where are you? Where are you in this moment?
It's been a conclusive determination that I exist where my thoughts are. And further, that those thoughts are built on desires that I have no control over.
In short, I can't work to change "The Script" that I find myself in. It's written and I can't change it. But I CAN relate and engage WITH IT. I can acknowledge the script and I can be actively speaking with it. And...
THAT is a process that is not passive. It's a living process whereby one is not asleep and just having an experience of banal causality.
Rather, it's a process of our next step in evolution.
Here's to share something
What is important in this is the fact that forces are at work in everything and no one can deny that fact. You see it with your eyes and all of your senses everyday. As in: A big car hits you "Bang!" and you can bloody well feel the effects. It hurts!
Our challenge is to recognize these forces and heed what they are trying to tell us, in that we are supposed to rise above our banal existence, where we are merely slaves to our body's desires: "I want!" and "I want!" Like children in a grocery store crying for a candy bar. We are destined to be more than that.
I don't know for you, but Ani Yodat for myself, because I feel.
My expressions mean nothing with regard to you. Why?
The reason is simply because your experience is entirely different than mine. My words are complete bullshit to you because they are confined to my experience which is not yours. Period. This is why people have concocted all kinds of religions and politics and bullshit like my own to try and make sense of things.
In the end, the truth is that "something else", something outside of an individual's point of view exists and defines us. THAT is omniscient and if that Omniscient includes 613 desires, that leaves me and you lacking by a lot... Well then...
Can we intellectualize? Analyze? Diversify?
I have trouble counting to 613 let alone trying to sort a handful of desires.
...Still, I enjoy the struggle. And I love climbing the ladder. Even though I hate heights and when I start to look down...
That has to be a Blonde synchronicity. Gawd I'm evil. Sandra
SYNCHRONICITY Synchronicity: the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that can't be explained by cause and effect and that is meaningful to the observer. Or: meaningful coincidences.
SYNCHRONICITY Synchronicity: the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that can't be explained by cause and effect and that is meaningful to the observer. Or: meaningful coincidences.
..Which means: ...
Either you or I by some strange coincidence or not
No. If you've read a number of my posts you will find that I'm a complete irony. Mike Shelton and Michael Cornetto and my dearest RV are trying to teach me, but alas,
I know nothing of film.
I do like to wait in the wings and catch the shadows as they fly before me.
That is a pleasure that is not always appropriate to share, but suffice it to say that it's decadent.
** Just informed by my daughter: "Mom, don't inform." ... Obviously, she knows her mom. There's no icon for that.
And as for you Elstree.... You're married you naughty girl. This is typ-ical! TYP-I-CAl! Tarting it without me whilst I'm tramping round pubs. On my own. Again. Typ-i-CAL!
And Clorox has even got himself a good avatar now. That's the discussion board equivalent of combing your hair, shaving and putting a good suit on. Oh go on then.... Carry on without me. Everyone else does. TYP-I-CAL!
Oh my God, that's funny. Combing my hair and putting on a suit. I shall delete it then, and remain unshaven and clad in boxers and wife-beater, my most comfortable attire.
And as for you Elstree.... You're married you naughty girl. This is typ-ical! TYP-I-CAl! Tarting it without me whilst I'm tramping round pubs. On my own. Again. Typ-i-CAL!
And Clorox has even got himself a good avatar now. That's the discussion board equivalent of combing your hair, shaving and putting a good suit on. Oh go on then.... Carry on without me. Everyone else does. TYP-I-CAL!
My husband knows how bad I am. Yes he does, but I mean no harm. It's just me being bad.
Hey, maybe tomorrow if this thread is still alive, but only then, I'll reveal the twilight zone thing that happened to my daughter and me while my husband and myself were heading back from Calgary.
As we were leaving Calgary and heading towards Airdrie, my cell phone rang. It was inside of my purse which I promptly unzipped, retrieved my phone and it was my daughter, but there was confusion on her end and here's why.
The dialogue went like this after I picked up:
Sandra Hello?
No answer.
Sandra Hello? Hello?
Charlene Hello?
Sandra Can you hear me?
Charlene What do you want?
Sandra What do you mean what do I want? Why did you call?
Charlene I didn't call; you called me.
Sandra No, you called me. What? Are you serious?
Charlene I was in the living room and my phone was on my dresser in the bedroom.
Sandra What kind of twighlight zone have we entered? I can't believe this. Here talk to Dad.
Dad ...Yeah Mom's phone rang. I don't know how. That's really strange. Yeah, we're just in the car heading to Airdrie...
So that's the twilight zone report for what occurred on Saturday November 21, 2009
Neither of us called each other and yet we both received a call, she from me apparently and me from her apparently. Strange days indeed.
Often the magic's in the electricity that is generated. This song from Blue Rodeo already has the electricity and I felt that this gentleman, I'm not sure of his name, generates the magic to go along with it. What is it when you put together electricity and magic?
**This gentlemen has really performed magic upon me. This is not from the Shrek soundtrack, but this feels like it gets me from the deep in a very special way.
When he sings the words:
...You say I took the name in vain
I don't ev-en know the name
But if I did
Well really
What's it to ya
There's a blaze of Light in every word
It doesn't matter what you've heard
The Holy
Or the broken hallelujah...
I did my best
It wasn't much
I couldn't feel;
so I tried to touch
I told the truth
I didn't come to fool ya
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand beside the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue
But hallelujah
BTW... Set to read Source Code today and by the process of:
Babysitting my cat: Merry -- who has had a kind of cancer--
I wound up doing some hard structural work...
Thank you, Merry. And thank you to all my dear friends here at Simply.
Tonight I needed to take a little time and chillax. For that, my remedy was some of a Nickelback tune, and after listening, I was inspired to write a poem.
I guess it's always that desire I have inside of me. Something very strong. However, men do it to me as much as a woman does it to a man I guess. And if it's somewhere in between, then just read the last verse in each of the two stanzas.
The Fool he sits and waits alone Upon the tip That is his throne When Woman comes to be his guest Which kindles flames Of Restlessness Because of that He's prone to roam Without his meaning And his home And if it be his fate without A wife, a mother so devout Then pray he find a love so kind That none such lack will ever mind.
The Fool she sits and waits alone Upon the tip That is her throne She needle points with threads divine And prays a lover she will find Whose heart is pure and devious That brings her babies to her breast And if it be her fate without A man so strong and armed throughout Then pray she find a love so kind That none this lack will ever mind.
Where have you heard that before? One place... In this song from Bob Dylan and also of course, in your mind...
(go to the "Seven Week Challenge Thread" to see the video I'm referring to here). Or go to sleep, if you're tired.
A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train
Bridge #1: Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose
Chorus People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed
This place ain't doing me any good I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood Just for a second there I thought I saw something move Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Bridge #2 Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
(chorus)
I've been walking forty miles of bad road If the bible is right, the world will explode I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can Some things are too hot to touch The human mind can only stand so much You can't win with a losing hand
Bridge #3 Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street
(chorus)
I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity Gonna get low down, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Bridge #4 Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake I'm not that eager to make a mistake
Tonight I needed to take a little time and chillax. For that, my remedy was some of a Nickelback tune, and after listening, I was inspired to write a poem.
I guess it's always that desire I have inside of me. Something very strong. However, men do it to me as much as a woman does it to a man I guess. And if it's somewhere in between, then just read the last verse in each of the two stanzas.
The Fool he sits and waits alone Upon the tip That is his throne When Woman comes to be his guest Which kindles flames Of Restlessness Because of that He's prone to roam Without his meaning And his home And if it be his fate without A wife, a mother so devout Then pray he find a love so kind That none such lack will ever mind.
The Fool she sits and waits alone Upon the tip That is her throne She needle points with threads divine And prays a lover she will find Whose heart is pure and devious That brings her babies to her breast And if it be her fate without A man so strong and armed throughout Then pray she find a love so kind That none this lack will ever mind.
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funny, yeah, and I heard you're looking for a writing partner.
There's no icon for that. 
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