Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Newyear

Happy New year!!!!!!!!!!
I hope you all have a great new year all year long filled with many blessings.
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Monday, December 29, 2008

Door Way to 2012


Photograph by Manz
Looking up through the massive magical forest at the shining of the not so distant sun as it touched my skin the physics of science and conspiracy both began to enter my mind. Everyone seems to be so obsessed with the spirit of the occult and past prophesy. People say bad, bad things are going to happen on the winter solstice of 2012. The end of the earth as we know it. Maybe, maybe not. I'm not a seer or am I? The one abysmal fact is that on exactly this date the earth will be aligned with the somewhat newly discovered black hole somewhere behind the sun; or something like that. It only happens every 2800 or is it 28,000 earth years. Possibly this could have major effects of immediate change to mother Earth or Gaia as the Earth worshippers call the planet. Reversal of the poles. Earthquakes worldwide. Movement of the continents. etc. No one knows for sure. It's strange how men have said and believed that it takes many lifetimes for these events to occur, but that too is now being rethought. An earthquake happens and a lake is formed, a hole, a hill in minutes or less. The earthquake that caused the great Tsunami in Indonesia actually rocked the whole planet and changed the earth's tilt slightly. Maybe things happen rapidly. Change is fast. Alaska could be in the far north today and at the equator tommorrow as it once was in the past, or perhaps it's never moved but the equator has.
When the American Bison were nearly killed off, forests began to grow where none had been before.
Trees are great and mostly peaceful except when provoked. I wonder what they think? Surely they do. Hopefully they'll never revolt against us all like in that movie The Happening. The original chemical warfare.
Seeing a vision of perfect harmonious existence as if in a dream through some kind of hot air balloon; remembering once when I was free as a bird. An Indian once told me that I had the spirit of a hawk, which is ironically funny to me because of my horrendously bad eyesight. I like to believe it though. This makes me feel somehow mystically special in a depressing world where nuclear war is imminent. It is good to live in the modern age because otherwise I'd be a blind beggar.
Everything has a use and too much of anything is bad. The problem is....is that human beings are so prone to extremes. Extremes of, well, everything. Moderation in anything is just not in the born nature of man.
Rainbow colored light flows through a prism. God's bow so that He remembers not to flood creation again, and keep His promise. NASA says that most of the planets that they can see look as though they were once flooded. Somehow this seems true and not surprising. Maybe it's just the collective unconscious or whatever that Jung talked of. I don't know.
Just looking through a door of many perceptions that can be interpreted in many ways. That's science. Outside of mathematics which few grasp all the science is; is a religion. A theory, a belief, a hypothesis, based on correlations, one fact and many assumptions, you gotta believe.....I guess it's better to believe in something than nothing. It must suck to be an atheist. The devils disciple is happier than he.
Most paintings are shaped like windows. You could say it's a window into a different world and maybe it is, but I think they're shaped that way to mimic a window from a building so that you can look into instead of out into something extraordinary or not. Look into a moment in time. Look into a feeling. Look into someone's soul. Look into feeling.
Give a tree a hug and see how that feels. Listening to the scurry of the scurrying. Oh, wow, that sun shining through feels somewhat good. Feeling the warmth on a chilly day.
Blue, blue sky on gray day. The woods, the forest, is alive. It even produces it's own weather. How can that be? I can not do that with all of my power. The collective living unheard voice of the trees provides itself a drink when thirsty and nourishment. What a great gift from God these creatures have been blessed with. The natives understand and so do the jews. Although in the middle of a barren land the area the world calls Israel is the most productive land on earth per square mile. It was a barren wasteland not even a hundred years ago. Quite amazing, but they planted trees.
Pale blue heavens sky with tall legs and green hair,
Reaching up to salute God,
Giving peace and providing;
proof that people are insignificant
having no power as a deity or a god
to even change the smallest of things without
making a mess of everything. 1. 2.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Chirstmas.

Hi,
Anyone who has been reading my blog or perhaps just comes across it:

I am wishing you the very best this Holiday season. Happy Holidays and
MERRY CHRISTMAS! ! ! 1. 2.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I lie there in the bed


I lie there in the bed scratching my head staring, thinking, at and of nothing. Why was I scratching my head? It wasn't itching. I don't know why, but I often do this for no apparent reason at all. There wasn't much sound except for the passing by of cars, vehicles, on the road outside my window. Some are loud. Some are not. On occasions I can hear people talking as they meander up and down the shanty sidewalk. Talking, rambling, mumbles of nothing important. Sometimes I hear the difficult to describe audibly sound of the rubber petro made tires rolling, moving, on the wet pavement from rain or some form of wet, watery, precipitation. At times I can hear a bird, and not the kind that a New Yorker gives as a greeting, but a tweet tweet, or something like that........ 1. 2.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Play on Words



Slow, Methodical, Calculated
Cold, Blooded, Killer
Strangely, Surprisingly, Superior 1. 2.
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Friday, December 5, 2008

Two

Everyone had always called John Doe Baptist J.D. and that was fine with him. Apart from their surname being Baptist he wasn't even completely sure why his parents had named him that. He had heard that they wanted to name him John the Baptist, but thought that they shouldn't do that. Whoever heard of a middle name the? ....and they were just a little superstitious not wanting to worry about the possible bad omen of their son's head being cut off. When people were told to write their name they used the expression put your John Doe on there. This was how John Doe Baptist received his name. J.D. wasn't completely, positively, sure that this was the case, or even the truth,but knowing his Mom and Dad, he thought that it was a pretty good fit.
He'd never had much trouble with the name because everyone called him J.D. It was as if even during his childhood that people were intimidated and would rather not call him John Baptist. In fact the only time that he was referred to as John D. Baptist was on official government documents. All through school he was simply called J.D. and even on the first days of new classes they called him J.D. Baptist. He found this somewhat strange, but relished that he had his own identity when other kids who went by their middle names had such confusion and dire trouble with this often eventually causing an identity crisis in the teen age years. He was J.D. Baptist. 1. 2.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Winter Morning

The sun shines in the dark morning of winter solstice cold. Lingering frost sparkles and glistens as if magically touched by some divine force. A chill scourages across the land as the sun begins to warm while the air starts to circulate around moving the coldest pocket of air out and away as the temperature fluctuates. It's morning again. The sun mourns. The Earth mourns. There is no crying or tears to be shed. Those have been exhausted through the eons in the cruelty of man.
Soon will come the time when the glaciers sprawl again leaving the Earth goddess worshippers in dismay......... 1. 2.
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Monday, December 1, 2008

One

Who is this they? Whoever said that? If it's they then well, doesn't it have to be more than one person?
Traveling through some kind of weird atmosphere the oranga tang like vehicle soon reached it's predestined destination.
"Ahh, man." exclaimed the driver. "We are finally here."
John Doe Baptist got out of the vehicle that he had been driving. He walked a bit and then realized he forgot to lower the door. Going back, he slammed them shut and continued his vigilance on into the convenience store. Looking around he spotted what he'd been after, a coca cola. Picking it up suspciously he took it to the counter. A beautiful blond, cheerful, blue eyed lady rang him up as he paid. She wished him a great evening and he said " you too." as he walked back to the oranga tang mobile.
"man" he said. It's gettin cold and these clouds look like snow. "We'd better get going back home, Tang."
Tang started up and with that manly sound that she made they rolled on down the road toward his old house. 1. 2.
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