Sunday, January 13, 2019

Food for Thought...

I'm not sure if I've published the idea of past lives, or how one might trigger them before, but I'm going to do that meow.

It all started with those books for kids in the doctors or dentists office. You know the ones, "Highlights."

For those that don't know Highlights, it's a magazine of sorts. Puzzles, games, etc. For kids. In it they have this game: What Doesn't Belong Here...or something along those lines.

You pick out the objects that don't belong in the picture.

Fast forward 30 years. I'm sitting on a friends deck looking out to his plush, green back yard. With a mountain view, sun shining, smoking a joint. Close to paradise.

Then I notice a cinder block laying in the yard.

All my training in the doctor's office waiting rooms had finally paid off.

The block stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the green.

Then I got to thinking. Cinder blocks are used to build things...since the joint had begin to kick in, I zoomed out a bit; took a big picture look.

These houses and streets, the seemed "different" somehow... didn't seem to fit, like they didnt belong there either...they seem out of place in nature. All these strait lines...like a matrix; not natural.

Then I zoomed out a bit further...the stars.

From what we've been told, we can probably assume some of those stars have been here longer than Earth itself.

The stars have always been there, right?

The complete randomness of the night sky seems to make sense and no sense at all, it's comforting, scary, and awe inspiring, its invigorating and humbling, all at once.

It's bigger than we can comprehend.*
*will not insight any one god here.

My point being, had we lived in the past, the only thing that would look the same, would be the stars.

Meow, I'm not saying that I've experienced anything past life~ish by star gazing.

But if a person were to want to tap into something like that...that'd be the way to go I would think...

On a side note, music comes to mind...music may be as old as man itself...

The "ohm" sound is believed by some to be the sound of creation itself.



Sunday, May 6, 2018

Weather or not...

This time of year the clouds get heavier...with the(almost) immediate weather shift...

From snowing one week, to 70 the following week...

All the snow being zapped, turning the snow into vapor...clouds.

Once the snow in the mountains get depleted...less heavy clouds.

Less headaches..

Need to focus on the dream...rather than just "having a job"...js

Thursday, September 28, 2017

"I have to change the world, or be changed by the world." T.S.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

A Night at the O...

As I turned to see her eyes, her blue; sometimes grey eyes, piercing into mine ...quick witty banter, as if it were home.

Saying more with the fluttering of her lashes than with words coming out of her mouth...with each blink came it's own retort.

...satirical...

So I spoke the same way...fluttered mine right back. I had my own things to say in regards...

In regards to how this evening would go...

"I'm here with a date," fluttered lashes, and a wry smile express much more than words alone.

"I figured as much," fluttering in my own quirky, sardonic way, but still heart broken underneath it all.

Face to face.

The words are lost in time, but body language...

This instance has been burned into my psyche since.

I go to bed with it...I wake up with it...and it checks in at least one other time of the day...everyday.

That scene...

It had been months since I'd been out of the house to do something, anything. Now I observe the woman I miss, on a date with a guy she doesn't want to get close to...

Call me a schizoid, but the music playing left a ringing in my ears that would linger for another two days.

It had been months since we'd seen each other, I didn't know if I was making her uncomfortable just being there...

So I left...

And it's been on repeat ever since...

And it's only been just another month...

Friday, September 1, 2017

My Hero...


I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... and handle it.
Tupac Shakur