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Equality

The equality of love is hate.  Or rather, you can not have one with out the other.  And, unfortunately, for some we experience true love and then are provoked into true hate.  After many months, I’m still finding out things that went on for the sake of a “name” or “business” that was pure betrayal.  Naturally, love would want to try, excuse, or talk it out: but when these things fail there’s either loss or war.  In my case, it’s neither.  I find that you can love what what meant to be with out changing what is and letting go of what was.  Was is all lies of love? No, it’s not because it never was.  But the actions of riding on the coat tails of this love is what I chose to let go.  It has awakened in me a type of realism that humanity is so technologically dependent words are so easily manipulated that humanity can make love or war with a single work.  Our legal system knows this is probably the only benefit for the sake of words.

INTERESTINGMEMORYAnd for that I’m grateful! Never the less what’s left after all this?  An action.  The moment of destruction or heart warming truth.  Still hearing things that have been done, have simply been a manner of weighing what to let go, what to love based on memory, and what to do.  The actions have purely been underhanded business deals, nothing more.  But, hey, gotta make money some how.  That’s just not my way.  This is action.  So, I chose to act to let go.  And, yet, I write this but only for the sake to make known the idea of memory.  Why? Because another betrayal bit of info found its way to my ears that had been listening to lisa thiel and aching due to the weather.  The most fascinating thing is that I have met a lot of amazing fun people I was told weren’t worth the time.  And so, flinging in my ears, this new bit of information, I realize that love is ever so blind, thus the excuses to grasp a moment against fear.  But, not even those involved in the web of my life could find any rhyme or reason for the bits of information floating in.  Not gossip, but action.  Action here means something concrete, the act of war, the act of love; the deliverance of such information to provoke another aspect of action: Truth.  And, the reason is because truth is a set of freedoms which begets action. We’re essentially action and consequence within the webs we weave and the Truth being relative to a set of morality and ethics, veiled.  But, when I met these worthless people who were lovely, I knew then that my action of love blinded me to the truth of my own set of morals and ethics.  Within business, I wouldn’t be under handed, you’d hear me for my beliefs, but those are the ethics that define me and cause my actions.   So who has more ethical and moral benefits; the lover or the fighter (and you can be both)? Should I denied participation? Kept everyone at arms length and let only those who are interesting enough to get anything from close to me?  Close enough to not care by action which would then naturally define the cyclical myriad of the human collective.  “Tis better to have love and lost than to not loved at all” or “what’s love got to do got do got do with it” hm. Well, when I see, hear, and watch the betrayal unwind before me, I realize, it doesn’t exist.  Whether you start a business with your spouse, by a car with your lover, or invest in property with a boyfriend, morality and ethics remain causing action provoking either love or war which then determines the morality of said person and…….. but I will also say this: war is blind too.  It can cause you to take over a nation and lose the respect of your people, it can cause you to cheat on your spouse and lose your wife but either sucker you wanna be… what do you stand do gain?  Nothing.  I realize the actions of only myself and the cycle of the path of morality and ethics that suit me willing to take on the consequences of my actions defining the aspect of me!  But in a world of change, loss cuts the web, retaliation burns it, but moving moves with it in now. as it always was.  Move with the flow of life and truths and standing up for the aspect of your beliefs will make a difference in the way things evolve.  Many speak of Kharma and forget about Dharma.  It is all now.  The unknown Truth, that which leads me.


Secrets in a Day

A day? Linear? Cyclical?  A speed bump?  We’ll know, we’ll never know.   It’s as if our lives our wormholes into moments… and that’s all that we know.  Even memory betrays innocence of the hour.  So, I like this because it opens the reality to the ripple of the moment and its possible affect!


Timing

When the time is right is it time to go? Is it time to stop? When is right? Do I have another hand elsewhere ready to say no now this time?! Oh wait that’s my hand. Experience in time is a wonderful,funny thing to my. My joy to live my time is right when? Whenever I say it is. When is it your time to do whatever?!

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In death I hope to enjoy the sweet taste of mg time. Is it up? Ill ask myself! Is it time now I become that which I am, spreading my rusted bones across the hazel skies. The sparkly bits of the child’s eye in the time of her first lick of a tasty treat to the first spark of hate. It was her time. A speck of moment. A circle wrapped in amber frazzled hair whipping at my face again and again. So cold. I’ll be with my bones until the end of now which hope and joy recedes to the back glasses of the rippling cocktail of life, spilling over, whilst those who embrace the death of their life take a sip and hope in the moment to realize they are a Phoenix.


Essential

I can not find a good sample of essential oils!  I don’t want to spend the money for the very good, edible quality, but I don’t want the cheap kind you rub all over your body until someone comes and licks it off.  Any one out there with suggestions would be welcomed!  Oils are essential.  The construction of awareness changes when we use elements of the earth or energy.  Anything really affects us more than we let on, even other people.  That’s why it’s always important to choose your friends wisely. Though we don’t like to be lonely: it is okay to be alone.  Not that I hermit in my room messaging hot lavender into my calf muscles until I’m suddenly no longer lonesome.  Ah my oily friend! No.  Rather remember to explore, initiate, and protect your experience because everything has a consequence.  Consequence are the experience from choices, action, or expulsion of energy that never really happened with in the world of being.  It’s only a cognitive recollection once the energy is secreted.  The amount of displacement can never be equal to the moment it was before, so in the mass of things: we are an entire experience walking in consequences all day long.  We can not go back in time, and tomorrow will never comes, And, today isn’t happening: it is the consequence of the past and the hope of the future immeasurable, fleeting, and passive.  What surprises me is how we can be so aware in the moment though the moment, in out minds as now, never really comes to fruition. We never quite get “there”.  Alanis Morisette’s song “Incomplete” organizes this politely, beautifully, and deliciously, and, perhaps a bit oily. Anyway I’mi in need of some essential oils with energy properties that “capture” the essence of their energy in that moment and let them affect me.  Again, I will not be home alone in my room cryptically doing everything and nothing. I promise to take my oils about and wickedly entice people to share in the experience if only for the “moment”.  But like everyone else, I’ll find myself alone at night behind my eye lids waiting for the mourning; always waiting.  Though, I will be laugh in my belly behind plastered lips, slacken limbs and vein seeing eyes for the “moment” in my mind that is mine as it is never anyone’s the same.  And as the memory slowly slips from my well oiled brain into the nightless night, I’ll forget to remember and forget to reminded myself to recall leaving only the echo residue of a charging, chanting chuckle headed for a hollow.Image

Like water wishes well to our bodies, it evaporates into the air, brushing our skin or flowing out our insides leaving residue of what was never water all along.  We bathe daily in the coils of energy created by our words and wishes, if never for a moment but for all eternity.  I hope the oil separates my watered down, negative residuals and drags this polluted hope to the bottom of my have full cup.  And, my cup with be ever full for the moment. Help me paint my pillow with oils that my sense may chase the echo with a bit of delight!

Side note:A storm is coming to the DFW area.  It’s in the moon tonight! Grab your children!