Today...

After leaving Lori's (Aromatic Spirit), I entered my vehicle and the key would not go in. In my frustration, I shut the car with the auto start device and again tried the key to no avail. After getting out of my car and locking it via the remote lock, I used the key to enter the door instead of the remote. Upon entering the car and attempting to start it, it would not happen so again I did auto start with my remote. Unfortunately, the car locked me in and the buttons to unlock the door manually did not function. Next thing I know is that the alarm is going off and my lights are flashing inside and outside and I was stuck inside. After this nasty ordeal, my car told me "Attempted Theft." That is fucked if you ask me. I feel sorry for the poor bastard who gets in and then can't out. What a mess. Now, imagine if this happens to me while I am in NY? With my outstanding ticket, I will have to deal with shit. My car better behave and not do that shit to me again or I will torch it. Just kidding. I will leave it open in Bed Sty and let them do whatever as I am insured for REPLACEMENT value. Grrr Just kidding again or am I? ~ December 22, 2007

A Strange Dream

Normally, I don't remember dreaming. However, when I do dream I dream in sense/reality mode or warning mode without having my 5 senses affected.

In the sense/reality mode, I am awakened by the reactions of my body to stimulus. I sense another's presence to the point it wakes me.

Example: I once called a friend blasting them as to what their saying meant and I wanted to know why they wanted me to get up. The person whom I called, was sound asleep. Right after the person acknowledged that it was their saying, I forgot what it was that was said. I had never heard that phrase before I said it and that was the odd part.

I feel that I am receptive to certain people in my sleep and that they are able to enter my space and I am able to leave mine on occasion.
                                      
The other type of dreams that I have serve as warnings of danger or death and they are remembered in detail and are rather bizarre.

The dream noted below was had by me yesterday and it is not sitting well with me. However, I don't feel it to be a death dream as it did not hold me in depression. Can anyone try to help me figure this one out as I am not sure how to interpret it.

It starts out in a university where I am going to have a meeting. There is this one guy who everyone thinks is nuts and for some reason I give him 8 dollars.

I then find myself heading to a file room and when I walk in this guy (who I have been talking to on line and who is very involved in a specific network) is in the file room. Upon seeing him in there, I get frightened therefore, I tell him that I must leave and that I will be right back. As I head out of the file room, I see rats...big black shiny rats, big black spiders, and sidewinders in the hall. I don't fear them and I keep walking.

Instead of going to my car which is parked at the university, I start walking down an elevated highway. As I get to the exit ramp I pass three men and their car. Each man is wearing a robe of black velvet. There was a black, Chinese, and white. All were tall and muscular. After I passed them they started to chant and follow me so I turned and headed toward them. That is when I saw them in more detail.

The first one to speak was the black guy who was unhooded from the cloak. He spoke, but I did not hear his words. The second was the Chinese guy whose hood was up and he too was not heard. The last was the white guy who had this hood down, but there was a black band around his head. It too was also velvet and his words were not heard.

After being with them, I headed back to the area of the university and my car. I then woke upright. ~ Maggie ~ 12/16/07 @ 8:47 p.m. EST

Experimental Thoughts:

If the first dimension = . and the second dimension = . to . or LxH or HxW or WxL or LxW or any combination of the two...How could flat exist unless it doesn’t.  In looking at the idea that 2 dimensional objects or even that of a one dimensional object exists would require taking on the virtual.  Even a point . is not real as the perfection is as imperfect as a straight line or circle.  It is only a virtual representation which would in itself have LxHxW if drawn or otherwise represented.

One and two dimensions: The object would not be visible to the human eye as it is only a concept.

A hole can be qualified by its existence in a fabric of some sort.  A hole in history is where a lapse of time is noted.  Ex: Time passing from point in time A to point in time B.  That is not to say that nothing happened, but there is a gap.  There the qualification as well as the quantification can be observed. 

How can the virtual be made real without using illusion of virtual reality?  Virtual reality is based on the reality of the code behind the program.  The code itself starts off virtual (a thought) and is made into a reality (the program).  Can it then be said that anything virtually real can become real?  

Removing the 5 senses (visual, audio, taste, touch, and smell) of a previously stimulated human.  Would this equate to death?  Would it then be possible to create a virtual realty as you wish based on prior knowledge?  A dream is another dimension in which we can use the same senses that we use while awake yet the creation of our dream can be as real or as unreal as our imagination allows us.

How does one remove all five sense stimulus from the environment?  How does one suspend being without suspending mind?

Note: Brainwave activity would have to be present to maintain human organic life.  However, our organic matter transfers into other organic matter upon death.  Just as dead leaves, animals, wood, and other organic matter morph so do we.    

How would one measure the affect of a stone or a tree with the interaction of another? ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3 p.m. on December 5th, 2007.

The Advertisement...

I saw an advertizement for beauty and I decided that this is what I want to look like:
The air that wisps around trees and fields of green
The light before the crack of dawn
Or the blue purple skies of the eve
The water that reflects all that it sees and then some
Nay, a field of billowing wheat moving in harmony
Lo, a valley whose streams come from the crests of peaks
Capped in white and glistening
A rainbow as viewed in the mist of a spring day
Falls gushing from a mountain top
Autumn orange whirlwinds blowing down a lane
I wonder when I can get my make-over. ~ Arachne ~ November 28, 2007 @ 11:11 p.m. EST

What is natural morality? What are standard ethics?

If it is a natural morality to murder for conquest and/or power, where lies the ethics of the behavior?  Is murder ethical?

Man kills out of hatred or vengeance real or imagined.  Unlike other mammals, man’s reason causes him to think and thus act on his thoughts.  The beasts that lack our type of reason are more apt not to be beastly as they do not kill for spite, pleasure, power, vengeance, and hatred.  When two of the same specie fight, it is not usually to the death but more until there is a realization of a loss.  Nor are there armies of animals killing for power over a patch of land.

Something you should know about humans...

As noted previously in the symmetrical face experiments, it is apparent that our RIGHT is one of hardness/ugliness whereas our LEFT is one of soft elf-like qualities.  When viewing different faces using the same execution process, I note a SAMENESS of view in both RIGHT and LEFT.  Sameness being like that of a blood relation.  Even where no similarity exists in the asymmetrical view, the experiment shows that it is possible that we are all one and the same from a symmetrical stance.

Where can it be said that beauty lies?  Is it as shallow as the skin or does beauty stem form the core?  How is beauty viewed and what makes beauty so?  Can it be said that a not so attractive person is beautiful?  If so, can it then be said that the individual’s inner beauty shines above that which is superficial?  Media skews our views as to what should be viewed as ideal as far as beauty.  However, the view is not a realistic view.  Yet that is what is aimed at our heads and that is what most hope themselves to be and hope to find in another.  What lacks is the depth of the individual.  A heart lies in depths that mere passing vision is unable to capture.  Tis much like the inability to capture a cloud picture save for a moment in time. ~ Maggie ~ Penned November 25, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

Philosophical notes for the day:

A man in power does not equate to a powerful man, yet a mild man can be a pillar of strength for himself and for others. That is where true power lies.

To limit oneself to the company of another creates stagnation.

When in love, share of all things good and bad. To not do so would tip the scales in a false direction.

Jealousy creates monsters out of ordinary men.

Gesture bears more merit than word. Therefore, judge by deed and not by word.

Predictions can best be made using laws of probability. The greater the instances, the more probable the outcome.

Maintain your core or base. "*To thine own self be true" and "**know thyself." From your foundation greater things can be built lest your foundation is cracked to begin with. *Shakespeare **Thales

To speak lies is dishonorable. To be questioned and not say is wise.

When speaking your mind, be aware of the benefits and ramifications of your words.

Follow your reason as the mind is greater than the body.

When viewing another man, start from the inside and work your way out. What appears on the surface is not always what is.

To admit wrongdoing is not an offense. However, to deny it, is a defense.

By Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on November 21, 2007

NOTE: I was just in that kind of mood.

Tonight I lay me down to sleep...

Tonight I lay me down to sleep
Without my xanax to dreams I creep
Relaxed and comfy
My thoughts let go
To move in the moment
On waves to and fro
Something marks the morrow
But what it is I cannot say
Tis only seen in numbers
And visions on display

Cycles of 9
Levels out at 3
Whatever is, is what will be
The power of understanding
Human love and warmth
Seeing what really is
Brings about a morph
To all things be and be of all things too
For their matter is
Just as much as you ~ Maggie ~ November 17, 2007 @ 9:19 p.m. EST

The Vision:

Where do I begin? A blank sheet of paper in which I see what has not yet been drawn or the starting of a drawing that leads me in other directions as the vision morphs.

Some visions cannot be committed to paper at this point, but the colors and beauty lie within my head.

One specific vision left me in awe as I was there and sought to see more by trying to peer around objects. Like a child, I asked to see more. What I was shown was not like anything I have seen nor like anything that I have read about. The sky was a magnificent shade of glowing purple alive with all it was! Although there was no land, a tower of translucent or ghostlike quality rose from the sea of foam green waters. Hard as I might, I tried to see if there was a wall or other structure attached. The tower top was like that of Russian architecture in that it was like a mushroom with a pointed top. The water itself did not have the same characteristics as the water we know. It was neither tranquil nor raging. It too was so alive! Alive with a strange motion as the waves did not follow each other in a streaming pattern, but clashed unto themselves forming first an arch then upon impact, it blasted outward. If you reflect a 5 (regular vision and then backward) and place them together, that would look similar to the waves generated in the sea of green.

A massive snail skimmed just above the water and within the snail’s shell were beings. The shell’s interior was like that of abalone...white yet full of rainbow colors. Noted within, there were no individual dwellings nor were there anything to indicate separateness. It seemed that the inhabitants needed not for anything to sustain them.

The birds that were seen were that of gliders as not once did they flap their wings for flight. Massive and rainbow colored, they glided about. Perhaps they too had no need for sustenance as there was no land seen for them to perch upon.

The last part of this vision is unclear as it was just a shadow. It may have been a large bird with its wings spread or it was a hooded and robed being who had outstretched its arms.

Note: This vision was had while awake and straight as a board. In order to see beneath my closed eyes, I had to turn my head to look. ~ Penned within the past month ~ Maggie this date 11/14/07 @ 4:27 p.m. EST

How to make the visible invisible:

This is an optical illusion that can be performed by anyone who can focus on a specific spot without moving their eyes.

Look immediately past any object and it will dissolve regardless of its size. You will still see what you are looking at, but that which is directly looked past will be invisible to you. You will actually see it dissolve before your very eyes.

You can do this with individuals as well, however, you don’t want to make them disappear. What you want to look past is the outer element and into their inner element. The true nature can be found there as well as equality.
If on any given day you can spread positive energy through a smile, handshake, hug, or any device that will help to elevate someone’s spirit, do it as you will elevate yourself.

Love, respect, and understanding start with self. From there, you can work better with others.

Admission of being wrong is okay as no one is right all the time. Do not fear to say “I AM WRONG.” Knowledge in any form should be welcomed with open arms and an open mind. ~ Maggie ~ Penned on 11/14/07 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

11/13/07

Although Dipac (sp?) has been here many times, it is odd that right after my wind cast he would arrive and get into a discussion of what I had just cast. It was a long casting.

Dipac (sp?) Is a nice Hindu man who shared time with me. Our time consisted of talking about the realities of our world. No man/woman is better than another, no god exists, and that we are part of all that is.

He expressed concern for those in sleep who do not see the happenings of the world; those who are plugged in and tuned out; and those whose main objective is that of the material. We discussed the simple life of basic necessities and much agreement was had. He asked me if I knew of Gandhi and I stated that I did. The idea of a simple life with respect and honor of one another and all things would bring peace instead of hatred. He too noted the major players that cause division: government, religion, and corporation (including media).

Note: The great thing about wind casting words is that even if out of earshot, the waves have been generated and are traveling the 4 corners and then some.

Excerpts:

Excerpts from a book that I am reading: The Spiral Dance: A Rebirth of the Ancient Religion of the Great Goddess by Starhawk.

All began in love; all seeks to return to love. Love is the law, the teacher of wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.

“The Sioux idea of living creatures is that trees, buffalo, and men are temporary energy swirls, turbulence patterns...that’s an early intuitive recognition of energy as a quality of matter. But that’s an old insight, you know, extremely old–probably a Paleolithic shaman’s insight. You find that perception registered so many ways in archaic and primitive lore. I would say that it is probably the most basic insight into the nature of things, and that our more common, recent Occidental view of the universe as consisting of fixed things is out of the main stream, a deviation from basic human perception.” ~ Gary Snyder

This view of the universe as an interplay of moving forces–which incidentally, corresponds to an amazing degree with the views of modern physics–is a product of a very special mode of perception.

It is a cool book. ~ Maggie ~ November 13, 2007

11/11/07

A man named Ed, a missionary, talked to me for several hours and although he used words like Jesus and God, he respected the fact that I am not a believer. However, that did not hamper our discussion. If it had, I would have politely asked him to leave or he would have left on his own accord. What was interesting is that in his literature, he substituted the word god with ENERGY. All in all, we hugged and left a bit of ourselves on each other. He did have the right attitude in that what you put out into the world is what you will get back. Love is a major key. With love, all things are possible.

Dear Mr. Studlies of the world:

Do you think ALL women get wee ha when you talk about “FUCKING” them? Do you think Instant Messages or e-mails that are one sentence long referring to “FUCKING” them or you talking that shit on the phone and you have never met them is going to get them all goo goo ga ga interested in fucking you? Or, let’s say that you have met them, do you think you are going to get some because ???? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS what is going on in your damned brain. Do you think it is a turn on or something to spew your shit or do you just think of yourself as Mr. Studley?

If I had a even a penny for every ass that pulled this shit, I could buy an island in the Carribean. Where are respect factors? Do I care about anyone’s dick size? FUCK NO! Do I care how studley a man can be? FUCK NO! Is sex the only thing the Mr. Studlies of the world can talk about? Men, if what you have between your legs is all you have going for you, it is sad. I go for man with something between his ears and it is not his face. That is not to say that a dick does not come in handy, but let’s face it when the shit breaks down for whatever reason, what’s left? HUH?

Don’t get me wrong and I am not all prissy and innocent and I can get as down and dirty as any man, but I do believe in respect. There is a time, place, and special individual for such. Men, when approaching a woman, think how you would expect a guy to treat your sister, mother, or daughter. After all, she is someone’s sister, mother, or daughter. Snap out of it already! ~ Maggie ~ October 23, 2007 @ 5:48 p.m. EST

ADDENDUM: I don't care if you are sporting 9 inches and are filthy rich, you are still shit in my book if you don't have respect.

I AM NOT ALL THAT. I KNOW THIS. I ADMIT TO BEING FUGLY AND I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS IF I AM. I AM NOT OUT TO IMPRESS ANYONE!

The Freemason

NOTE: ” The (I forgot his exact word <fellowship/brotherhood/fraternity/organization> takes a good man and makes him a better man.” These words were SPOKEN to me by a 32nd degree freemason. Mind you, it only goes to 33rd degree.

I shall get my chance to question him in due time as this 76 year old man agreed to have coffee with me. As he stated that he likes that I THINK, he will be amused by the questions as noted below. What cannot be noted are the questions that will occur upon his initial answer.

What is good? One man’s good may be another man’s harm right? What makes good so? How can good be defined? Who is defining it? Is there a standard or non-standard set of goods? What is a good man? What makes him so? Who creates the image and why? In regard to belief in a “supreme being” (He did not state a god or religion the wording is as it was spoken thus QUOTED.), what is supreme being? What is supreme? What standard of measurement is being used? What defines it? What is the opposition and why? Is supreme based on standards and norms/values and principles? If so, whose and why? What makes one man better than the other? How does a good man become a better man and to what end? ~ Maggie ~ October 23, 2007 ~ Penned prior to 3 p.m. EST

Added note: Shriners and Masons are connected. I am not saying that they are: I am just repeating what I was told.

Dance of Lady Bugs

A lovely swarm of lady bugs were about today. I have been around a long time, yet I have never seen such a beautiful gathering of lovely bugs. Not only did they dance about in the air, they landed on me. They crawled on my face, arms, legs, and torso. You know what? It felt great! Rhymes were spoken to the lovely ladies requesting and encore performance. Imagine if you will the DaVinci drawing of a man in a circle. That is how I stood and let them settle upon me. Right there out in public not giving a shit about who was thinking what about what I was doing. Seeing that car parked down the highway on the other side of the street did not deter me from feeling and doing what I did. I really don’t give a fuck what other’s think. Okay. Back to being nice.

Lady bug lady bug come out and play
Lady bug lady bug dance about I pray
The graceful ballet that you do for me
I in turn electrify thee

Fly about glide about don’t go away
Landing, leaping, soaring around me
All as it will, all it will be
A graceful dance of elec-tricity
~ Maggie ~ October 21, 2007 @ 10:07 p.m. EST

Everything will be okay

Power lines, dancing lady bugs, generated waves...
Natural versus unnatural
The powers that be enter through power generated
Transmissions create docile nature of the unnatural kind
Unkind to mankind
Cement, power lines, satellite, radio frequencies
Thoughts transmitted only by powerful transmissions
Cause magnets to come together
They see...
Animals die
Extinction of species
One by one
Dark will bring light
Jagged edge
The skeleton of an umbrella almost
Inverse...implosion...orbs
Be they 6 in varying size from smaller to greater based on vision
Or be they smaller or larger based on distance
Curving from center to right
Something spins with what appears like curved razors of unknown amounts
A ball of yellowish black
A ball of fire behind clouds of reddish yellow
Neither man, woman, nor beast of no eyes
Tis the blackened face of Lady Liberty ~ Maggie ~ October 21, 2007 in the p.m.

Non-Conformist

That is what I am. Who says that I have to fall into the ranks of man/woman, young/old, fat/thin, pretty/ugly, rich/poor, black/white, and a whole list of yin/yang that I could mouth off, but why the hell for. I hope you get the picture. Who said that you should act your age? Hell, think back folks... Remember being 7 and being told to act your age (which was expected to be like that of a 90 year-old sheeple (seen and not heard))? Guess what? I am 7 or 3 or however old my little ol' heart/head tells me today. What stops you from jumping UP the stairs, riding your butt down a railing of a stairway instead of walking, dancing about butt naked under clear blue skies or a blanket of stars? Is it because they tell you it is WRONG? Fuck what "they" think and do as you feel. It is YOUR life to LIVE so LIVE it and don't die at the age of majority or upon completion of college. You really don't have to change or conform into the system. It is a matter of choice.

In regard to 9/11, if you think that 9/11 or the impact thereof will be eradicated from the minds of those who see the truth, it won't be. Even when our organic matter ceases to be, the baton has been passed on the truth will keep being asked for. The government/corporate/religious faction will keep spilling out lies that are pounded into the heads of the media viewers...those that are all plugged in...those who do not ask questions or read or those that just read the media news or tabloid garbage.

Be 7 again, be who you are! Say what you think and don't care how you are viewed and whether you are liked. If you can love yourself, be true to your own being, and harm no one in the process, then you are faring well. Do as the curious 7 year-old. Ask the questions who, what, where, when, why, and how. Then throw in hypothetical situations and see what answers arrive. When the logical or illogical is seen, ask for the individual to explain themselves and their beliefs. Done in a childlike fashion of wanting to know for the sake of knowing how something works could be viewed as PESKY or ANNOYING. Be not discouraged. Forge on because in the end, if the sheeple is not entirely brain dead, it may start to reason within itself. It may look at life in a different way and see truth, freedom, and youth. It may become blind to obstacles of DIVISION that are purposely placed to keep people from unifying. This is an ultimate goal. Unification, freedom, and living a real life and not one of servitude. ~ Maggie ~ October 18, 2007 @ 1:42 p.m. EST

My Fight

They say that it is not over until the fat lady sings. Well, I am not fat, but I am singing like hell. Based on the responses (dated October 5, 2007) that were issued to the CHRC (Canadian Human Rights Commission) by the Elder's Council, Mohawk Council of Kahnawake, and DIAND (Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development), they must think they are dealing with a complete ass. Unless the law has changed and/or they have lost their copies of the OPEN end of our settlement, then they are in for a RUDE awakening. Section 5 WAS LEFT OPEN and NEVER SETTLED ON as it was NOT UP FOR NEGOTIATION and is still NOT up for NEGOTIATION! DIAND, MCK, and Elders are breaking the law and I would like to see them come to justice. Perhaps the MCK forgot and DIAND forgot that SECTION 10 of the Indian Act was not complied with. Hell, I didn't forget. It is high time that the lunacy be stopped. This battle is one that I have been battling for 22 years and I will not go down. They better come shoot me as I will not GO AWAY. Don't they realize that by now? Did they think I would TRASH my documents? NAH!!!!! These are only two, but I have plenty more. I have my weapons now. Next phase is the writ. Wish me luck or not. ~ Maggie ~ October 12, 2007 @ 6:13 p.m. EST.

Notes of October 12, 2007

As each day goes on, I see more familiarity within people...this one looks like so and so and that one dons the facial expressions of another. Then again, I see me in there too! We are one people.

The eyes how they twinkle! The spirit soars and flies above the trees gazing below at all that is and all that might be. The simple wants of this individual are just that: SIMPLE wants. The frivolous and superficial are not wanted nor welcomed. However, the plain, deep, and real (surreal) are indeed welcome.

My spidey senses are honing in on a target of interest which I will take my time with. Too much is going on right now and me canst spread myself too thin lest I not exist to do at all. However, a SPARK of interest is there and I want to know more. All in due time.

First and foremost is a legal rebuttal which needs attention and I must act as my own attorney once again. When this is out of the way, perhaps time will find me where I want to be. This time round I will have the services of a willing student (John) who will act as paralegal in gathering information for my argument. He is most interested and has been reading previous correspondence between myself and CHRC. We will be looking at the logic (which is really illogical) responses as given by those that I have accused of discrimination. I do like a challenge and this should be most interesting.

I had assumed where some hits would take place and the ground work was done several months ago. Now to go for the gusto.

* Indian Act 1985
*Canadian Human Rights Act
*Kahnawake Membership Law (Illegal) ~ Maggie ~ Penned 12th of October 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

Ten Ten

After my well wishing to the 4 corners and to a corner between (more at 22.5) of the cross, I stated verbally hoping that my words would be heard: THE MOTHER GIVES US ALL AND SHE SUSTAINS US ALL WHILE WE KILL HER AND THUS KILL OURSELVES. I can only hope that my vibrations reach out above that which is artificially generated for no good save for interference. The crap that is, shouldn’t be as it is plain ol’ UNNATURAL!

Today I gathered my own medicine for the burn on my arm and decided that a fine cup of cedar tea is warranted as well. This lousy cold is giving me a headache and making me feel terribly blah! Had my ass been in better gear, I would have gotten the cedar myself, however, tomorrow around noon, my cousin will come over with some fresh cut cedar and make tea for me. Not for anything, but I view cedar tea as a cure all.

I do not remember the name of the leaf which I apply to my burn on my arm, but my great grams used to use it for cuts and such. Yesterday, Eve was about the yard and gathered me up a few leaves. The “Polysporin” did absolutely SQUAT for the infection. Actually, my arm was pussing and swelling, but after wearing leaves yesterday and today, my arm is healing beautifully! ~ Maggie ~ Penned 10th of October, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST

The Prophecy

Do you know what it is like to predict someone’s actions before they will do it or an event before it will happen? It is like: Hey, I have seen this road before and if this happens then the probability of that happening again is 50/50. Then you hit that road again and again and the probability of the result being the same gets stronger. I saw the writing on the wall months ago and laid claim to it...prophesied. Tis as I expected, thus not a surprise. It is a far better thing to know than to lead yourself into foolery. ~ Maggie ~ October 17, 2007 @ 9:51 p.m. EST

Yesterday and Today (Literally)

To the winds I speak to carry off my well-wishing. The spoken words are but waves carried along in the direction that I cast. One heart. One mind–the connection is there. The belief is there that my warmth will arrive intact. Sound carries between 742 and 761 miles per hour. But thoughts?

Positive thoughts like a tree spread upwards and outwards.

Twas discussed last eve of the moon's pull and its relation to all. As our bodies are like that of earth our high and low tides are akin to the mother.

Is it lunacy that it draws from us when full or does it bring us back to our FULL selves for 3 days? *Monitor moods during moon cycles. Note changes from NEW to FULL. Monitor self for differences.

The change of season is upon us. My little groundhog friend does not appear any longer and the trees are going from green to various shades of fire. It won't be long until they lie naked in wait for their blanket of snow. Sleep nature sleep. Rebirth is around the corner. How will mankind do? This is the question that I pose. Man slumbers but for a few hours then his enslaved being goes off into the land of unknowing. The cold is noted as he adjusts himself accordingly as a natural response. However, does he SEE the change? Whoa! Slow down and stop to smell the roses.

Speaking of smell, last eve my teacher's plants called out to me and I inhaled them while my eyes were closed. Although greenery, the smell of pure and fresh cut through me and I could not get enough of the intoxicating effect. It did not matter to me that there were five other people observing my behavior. With my eyes closed, the smell brought me to a forest of life– green and lush overgrowing in beauty. The type of beauty that money can't buy.

Companionship of an animal may be forthcoming as a favor to a friend. His Doberman is elegantly sleek and graceful. This lovely animal obeys his master's whispered voice as though it were a shout. He listens to his master and seemed to tune me out of earshot. I did not seem to exist in his world. Should I take him for a bit, I would like him to know me and I would like to know him. I will also need his command words which are more than likely Chinese. Then again, I am assuming. Like I said, the commands were whispered and his long tapered ears only heard what his master said while everything else played in the background of his auditory system. I can say that as beautiful as he looks, he also appears to be a dangerous sort if need be.

Today while standing in the doorway observing the gray cotton swells amongst the blue, a thought/memory crossed my mind and my eyes stared to fill. My will held the tears back and my adjusted thought process was brought forward. No fluid left my orbs. Twas just a drift of a thought...desire/love that snapped back to reality like a band of rubber going back to its shape of origin. Corrected and adjusted, honest and sincere. To myself be true and to no man be false.

Tis a matter of freewill. No imposition of my will will be done as I would not want the same. No manipulation of person is done as this was never in the plan. There was no plan. There was only hope.

Alas, I hold no hope now as it would inflate one aspect of my being and deflate other aspects.  What will be will be as it was meant to be.  I lie in neutral. 

Friendship has its own rewards such as sharing, caring, listening, respect, trust, and honor. The someday, maybe, could be, perhaps, if, possibly and the like are not necessary. Me canst hear of them. Ah, the lightening bolts flying from rear areas tis when it will occur. Then again, who is to say that it can't occur. Yet, mine own heart would rather wait for the actual rather than hear the not real...not solid daydreams or idle speech. Such words cause self inflicted pain of heart. Thus they are shut out with truth. Truth as described above (lightening bolts). These were my traveled words–gone from my presence–out of sight, but not out of mind. Gone to another who may or may not peruse the contents of the book; who may not enter into the process of thought and rationalization(s). Although logic did not apply to the situation as to how, why, when, what, and where...the who or whom is known.

Like the band snapping back into shape, logic was cast aside as it was not applicable, but the being before the situation was. I know not of what nor whom I was in the interim from whence to present. Best said—I do know but she is shielded. ~ Maggie ~ Penned this 6th day of October, 2007 prior to 3:00 p.m. EST.

Spring/Fall

Poetic is my nature as I see things in not so cut and dry ways. The spring starts as an awakening as buds start to appear and soon blossom into leaves. Flowers spring forth and show lovely displays of color and whispers of fragrance. In the busy scheme of things, the beauty of life goes unnoticed as it has become unimportant. As you spring forth, I fall away...tis a time of change. The colors that manifest are bold and beautiful and a far cry in color from what was. The smell in the air is different as you can smell what has fallen away...you can smell the change. Soon the snow and wisps of cold will be here and slumber will begin. Something in me wants this to be the last slumber of this vicious cycle we are in. It is hoped that when life is reborn again, it will awaken to the beauty of it all and life's true meaning. ~ Maggie ~ 9/29/07

False Light

The stars how they twinkle in the midnight sky
Yet go unseen by city eyes
Captured only by eyes open amidst the brush                   
Whose scent is as sweet as the view
If only I could see you... ~ Maggie ~ September 23, 2007 @ 4:31 a.m. EST

9/22/07

Journal Entries:

Ozzy came in again and we discussed the universe and the connections thereof. He mentioned planet X and also Nicola Tesla. Ozzy is very much into science and he too senses that something is to occur very soon. A massive change. He understands as I do that death is not real as we are as eternal as time and space. He mentioned the meteor that hit Peru, but I had known about it already...sickness (headache and nausea) were a result or supposed result of the dust created from the impact. The hole was 65' wide and 15' deep. Okay, so I can remember certain things if not all.

Ozzy and I talked about much and hugs and respect were exchanged. He too sees respect and love as the answer to our problems. When he asked where did you learn Spanish I said NYC! Where else?

Also noted: He sees religion as an operative to control man. He also sees the same in government and corporation. Ah, the connections of positive energy do outweigh the negative.

BTW, feeling sad is not a negative energy if your heart is in the right place.

Regardless of how much negative energy is had, Ozzy stated that the positive energy can and will cancel out the negative as the positive is very powerful.

Muchos gracais (sp?) Ozzy!

Note: It feels good to say thank you in Arabic, French, Spanish, Mohawk, Italian, and Chinese (two dialects)!

Love, Life, and Friends...

Hearing the sadness in his voice cut through my heart to my inner core. My tears were held back until we bid each other goodnight. Silently, I let the tears roll as I did not want to howl out the sadness within myself for my company to hear. The sound is like that of a wounded animal. The control that I had to issue over myself was necessary, however, that control is lost right now as I am alone at work. When needed, I turn on the happy face and pretend that all is "ducky." Unfortunately, my voice is a dead giveaway...it is hushed....soft...broken.

Tonight Peter "Pappy" is coming to diner. He, John, and I will eat and hang. However, I think that I will not be good company. C'est la vie. I almost dread hanging this evening as I really would rather be alone to openly wail...to howl out my hurt in unspoken words...to howl out my hurt in spoken words...to let out what I now hold inside....~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on September 18, 2007.

Pappy heard it in my voice when he called to say he got pulled over. He knew that I was not myself, but I waited until he got here to tell him what was up. I have to give the man credit for being considerate enough to call considering his situation. What a guy! As I thought and told him over the phone, he was given a stiff fine and let go. He made it to diner after all. This evening's diner was angel hair pasta in a dill cream sauce. Pappy, being the ever lively type did manage to make me laugh out loud, but still a far cry from my normal self. He is a great friend. I did tell John that Pappy does not talk he yells. Tonight he was not as loud and John thought him to be loud. When we head to Pappy's this week, John will hear LOUD! :-)

Well, my aunt called right after diner and she is coming in from Long Island on the 28th so I will have two house guests. While on the phone, the guys blabbed and my ears could not pick up on the conversation. Pish. Neither would tell me what they discussed. Ah, I don't twist arms.

Called Gracie just to say I LOVE and MISS YOU! We talked for a bit and I heard it in her voice as she heard it in mine...I LOVE YOU. She told me of the friend album she has and that I am the only one in it. When I said to her "you have other friends" she said she "chucked them long ago" as they weren't real. Lisa (her daughter) told me that I was her only real friend. She told me this on more than one occasion. Shit, friends till the end even if stabbed slightly in the back, I can look the other way for the greater good.

My heart is pretty big and open. Right now, regardless of all the friends and all the love, I still hurt. The mask fades slowly away and the tears of a clown come running down if not seen then heard in the hush of my voice... ~ Arachne ~ 9/18/07 @ 8:31 p.m.

Matter of the Heart

The heart bleeds many wounds that are self inflicted
The mutilation is almost unbearable
Yet, strength must be held to preserve what is...
What might come to be...
And what might never come to be
Clairvoyant tendencies run in my veins
Thus I see what is to come
A great rift of drift will slowly occur
Calm words spoken in sweet ears
Where not meant to bring forth sorrow
More at stating acceptance and understanding of him
And peace to self
To cease the tears and the hurt
How the calm words of truth hurt me
Knowing that it made him sad
I was a real trooper on the outside
No quiver of voice
No loss of stability
No show of emotion
Just truths in proper form
I have learned from him
He granted me the ability to evolve
And finally I found out that he learned from me
Where this will go is anyone's guess
Pure love in its true most stable form
Accepts what is and what is not
The whole of the individual
The shining beam in the night sky
Still gives way to the dark recesses that see mere shadows of the past
A past that generated the present outlook and fear
Within me lies the spark that goes far beyond Eros
Whose components SCREAM I am a square peg
And you are a square hole
We fit!
I believe with all my heart he may now see it
But with certainty, I cannot say
He needs to care for self
Understandably so!
Had he asked me to WAIT, I would faithfully do so
As he is not selfish, he did not ask
Had he asked and not come through
I would shatter myself
Anger would not be had toward him as that is not pure love
It would have been a freewill decision on my part
Thus, only I could be held responsible for my actions or lack thereof
Pure love looks towards another's happiness over their own
Fine balance and fine tuning
There is a form of harmony that comes with belonging
Perhaps the winds shall blow the sails in a different direction
One that heads his heart to me of his own accord ~ Maggie ~ September 18, 2007 @ 2:24 a.m.

The Natural Life

To sleep perchance to dream
Of dark skies filled with radiant moon
Embracing ground
Whose waters trickle and tickle the ears
In a countryside living amongst nature
One with nature
The embodiment of the whole           
Star filled nights sparkle the eyes
Mesmerizing the gazer of the heavens
Seeing the true aspects we are a part of
Rising after a peaceful slumber to greet the dawn
The red ball of beauty that rises in the eastern horizon
To wish to live amongst the living that nature has provided
The wish for a more natural world and life
Accepting what the mother provides
Rather than raping her
To rape her causes her to fight back for life with a vengeance
The vengeance she will surely have
This was of our own making ~ Maggie ~ September 13, 2007 @ 3:12 p.m. EST

Where does love find logic?

October 26th, 2006 will mark one year to the day that I first started conversing with my love. We met in April and again in July, but yet we are still apart and perhaps will forever be.

Under my own judgment, I though I could apply logic to the situation to make the blues vanish and to set my heart free, but it does not apply. Therefore, I ponder how to change that which I cannot perform without destroying something.

Granted, respect is given at every level on both our parts and a deep caring friendship is there. However, on my part I am guilty of love on another level. Not one of superficial Eros, but one that goes much deeper. One that defies time and distance. One that will strive with all it contains not to hurt another even at the risk of hurting self (which I am doing).

Life does go on and I do have friends, interests, and things to do. Yet he is always with me. He lingers in my heart, mind, spirit, and minds eye. No, I don't want him to go away. On the contrary. What I have here is something I am not familiar with. Something that defies me.

How does one stop that higher level of love in favor of and to save a friendship? I must respect and keep within the parameter set not of my own wishes.

This is the logic table I came up with:

1. Be true to yourself and in turn you will be false to no man. (Paraphrased from Hamlet)

2. To love hurts, but feels good and is therefore justified.

3. In order not to hurt someone, you damage yourself. Then again, a truth is not said.

4. If truth is said, someone gets hurt and thus you hurt by hurting them.

What to do? Can anyone offer a suggestion that does not cause damage to the relationship? ~ Maggie ~ September 13, 2007 @ 5:01 a.m. EST

The Daddy Long Legs In My Shower

Yesterday morning, like every other morning, I turned on the water so that I could shower. Unlike most mornings, there was a sopping wet Daddy Long Legs in my shower. As I did not want him/her to go down the drain, I picked him/her up and put him/her on the towel bar where he/she walked away undamaged.

This morning Daddy was in my shower again and got soaked, only this time he/she did not move about or scurry away on the floor. From my place in the shower and its place on the floor, I was trying to see if it was alright, but I made it more wet so I stopped my action. Upon getting out of the shower, I picked poor wet Daddy up and placed him/her on my sink and hoped for the best. He/she looked dead or passed out at best.

Upon returning home from work, I found Daddy all comfortable IN my sink. He/she did not mind me talking to it nor mind me letting it scan my finger. This one only had 7 legs too. At least it kept its scanning leg and was alive and well.

As I am forever nosy, I got my magnifying glass in order to have a better face to face interaction with my new guest. From what I could see, my buddy has two big black eyes and is a most gentle creature.

It is really weird that he/she has found a home in my sink as I was calling around for a small dog for a pet. A real small dog that could fit in my purse. Daddy, unlike a dog, can take care of him/herself and I am comfortable with that and I think Daddy is comfortable with me.

Anyone wishing to come to my home, be warned as there are webs spanning most of my porch and it is filled with spiders of all sizes, shapes, and colors making glorious webs that are only visible by night in the blue light. ~ Maggie ~ September 11, 2007 @ 8:08 p.m. EST

Yeah you can call me SPIDER WOMAN. See the pics of my new pet in the pics section of my profile.

*HE/SHE DIED. I NOTICED IT AT AROUND 3:40 a.m. EST and so he/she was put to rest in Einstein's pot. ~

September 11

Six years ago, a tragic and deceitful act was committed by the United States of America against the people who dwell in that country.  The country and city of my birth.  New York City was struck and lives were lost so that a patriotic act of going to war to fight terrorism would occur.  Unfortunately, those who went off to battle and those that still go, do not realize that they are not protecting the people of their country, they are fighting to make the wealthy more wealthy.  They fight so the United States will have a puppet government in the middle east to do their bidding.  Ah yes, it is all in the name of money and power.  Mind you, it does not stop at government, look at your local corporation(s) as the head honcho(s) control the government.  Check out the major campaign contributors.

Don’t the good people of this earth see how simple things could be if in unity we all turned our backs?  That simple peaceful act (done globally) would tear their fiber...pull the rug out from those who CONTROL us.  If the people worked for the people and we helped one another and loved one another as we love ourselves, what a fine world we would have.

Earth belongs to everyone and we should not have to pay to live.  Sure we would have to work, but we would not be taxed.  Besides, our work would reward us with LIFE!  Only the basics are necessary: food, shelter, clothes, water, air.  In a self reliant society of global proportions, we could accomplish this feat.  We could tear down the cement age and replace it with an age of cooperation, learning, living, loving, and greenery.  What we give to the earth will be given back to us.  In this stage of TAKING and “dog eat dog,” we are on the road to destruction.  Not that I want life destroyed, however, it would be far better for what isn’t yet, but what it could become.

As said before, I hold no allegiance to god nor country.  The people are my only concern.  Perhaps they will see the light before the light comes to burn out their eyes for lack of reason.  As they will not believe the unbelievable to be true and having not the openness to acknowledge or understand, they will hurl themselves to their death.

It may look like the crash of ‘29, yet at that point it was only the rich.  This time round, it will be the rich (shepherd puppet masters) and the rest (sheep puppets).  I as wolf or spider do not need a shepherd.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing acquires information from sheep.  It listens to the illogical thoughts and watches the illogical acts.  Although the wolf is normally a predator of sheep when hungry, knowledge of the being is enough to feed this wolf’s hunger.

Let us not forget who is the real terrorist...OUR GOVERNMENT...OUR CORPORATION...OUR RELIGION.  ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. EST on September 11, 2007.

Reach Out

Unworldly, ungodly, unrighteous, and contemptuous
Are the things that surround us
Yet, a light burns bright in areas darkened
Darkened by the skin that cloaks and gives stealth
To that which cannot be destroyed
The very essence of which acts like a beacon
To stray ships who cannot see the shore            
Or rock riddled entry to port
Storms are what we face,
But we need not face them alone
Find love in your fellow and he/she will find love in you
A pure kind that is transferable to others
Reach out and touch someone!

* Marie was there today when I needed to talk to someone... to let it out. She had never seen me cry before, but I did not stop myself from doing so. Her hug, warm words, and simple playing with my hair made me feel better. Karma was working. She was there for me as I had been there for her. Thanks so much for being my friend sweet Marie.

My thoughts and feelings were written in my journal and will never be posted. However, what I did journal must now be acted upon for my own good and the good of someone else. ~ September 9, 2007 @ 4:55 p.m. EST

Visions

Off to the right...
Red surrounded by black
A red whose center changes not only in image but in color
Tendrils spill upward in a haze of yellow
Noted an E within the red who shape was sure to be seen as three dimensional RAISED
Turquoise blue of the deepest color thrust into a lighter shade of same
Whose center opens and devours
Only to create a new specter of color
Triangulated
In a darkened sky lit only by the breaking dawn
Cast shadows upon the sands
Quickly and without haste, the sun rises in the WEST
Hanging in mid-sky
Countering the clock almost in an instant ~ Maggie ~ September 5, 2007 @ 12:26 a.m. EST
(Today is mother's birthday.)

WHO?

Plumage of a peacock bids to be known as it boasts itself
And struts along
Yet a bedraggled sparrow hedges notice
However, a heart uses it eyes to see that which is not so apparent
There is beauty without boast in the reality of it all
Grace of a swan
Speed of a Cheetah
Eye of falcon by day and owl by night
Tongue of snake
Hair of chinchilla
Heart of a philosopher
Mind of a poet
Hand of a painter
Feet of a dancer
Fingers of a musician
Lips that elicit sweet words of song
Strength of lion
Will of IRON
It will not be wrong
Who might this be? I know not! Tis but an undertaking in fantasy. ~ Maggie ~ September 4, 2007 @ 8:17 p.m. EST

Willow Willow

Having taken from the earth
I am going to return something to it
My drying willow is for my doing
And was graciously taken from a polite weeper
Another large piece of willow was also taken for growth
It has taken root in water and will be planted in early November
Beyond where the vegetable garden was
The willow will be planted
Growth will come as it is lowland
Come the thaw and rains
Great nourishment will be had ~ Maggie ~ September 2, 2007 @ 8:10 p.m. EST
Willow willow will not be cast down
Praise up and upon that which weeps
Tis naught of sorrow
But for shade and splendor
Near my two pines ~ Maggie

RAT

Curiosity killed the cat, but the rat lived
Lived and thrived in underland
Garbage heaps stinking and foul
Makes for good foraging
Undisturbed by most normals
Feeding goes undetected and unchecked
Large black and beady eyed
They feed in the night
Yet a rodent fair carries vermin as well
Jumping and rocking fleas
Making beds in furry flirtations
Rats live beyond the poison made to melt their inners
Adapted and adjusted
They run along the wall so as not to be seen
They survive holding hands with the cockroach ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 6:51 p.m. EST

Charged

Imagine if you will putting new batteries in a device and the device going dead on you within two or three days. Using the law of probability (specifically when the device is a wireless mouse and keyboard), chances are the devices would have more life within them based on the new electric life it was given. Average life of devices with new charge would be at least a month and perhaps more than three. Let's say, however, that the individual utilizing said device(s) requires vast amounts of energy so much so that it drains the devices of their capacity.

Now let's say that the individual can feel like a charged field (as is had when a balloon is rubbed on carpet or someone's hair). You can feel the field of charge as it holds a position of space AROUND the balloon.

This charge can occur within a human without having to electrically charge themselves via static. If another can feel the POSITION, then you have done it. Note that your hair will raise where the energy is felt. You can feel electric and others will feel you as well. This is not bullshit. ~ Arachne ~ August 30, 2007 @ 4:46 a.m. EST

Energy Majestic

Energy majestic
Allows for free flow feelings and ideas
Nothing is shut out
All is open
Waiting...wondering...exploring
Being explored
Looking at today, yesterday, and tomorrow with wide eyes
Absorbing all that is, was, and will be
Seeing possibilities
The possible can be done with correct thinking
On levels not so oft used
This is magick
Away from that which is generated electric
Connecting to that which is natural
Freeform electric
Let the collision occur
In the end, something is born
E=MC2
Mass does not equate to solidity
What is solid?
Energy is something we all have
Even if you are a blade of grass
Juxtapose the positions...NAY overlap E and M
Then perhaps WE can travel faster than the speed of light
Without need for ships
The horizon is not limited to a 180 degree view with a stationary head
The stations that we can see are but a fraction
Of what really is
This plane is plain
Cast me off to where the faerie roams
Waters clear, clean, and disheveled only by stone
Tree rulers without lines do not indicate size in centimeters or inches
Hollow themselves for habitat
The wild ones speak when spoken to
Alas, someone has thought to speak out
Reach out
They are there
Have you found out how to get there yet? ~ Arachne ~ Thursday, August 30, 2007 @ 4:18 a.m. EST

August 23, 2007

Smiles of all shapes, colors, and ages came together for the last summer of festivities in Coney Island. Memories were heard as voices spoke to their children in the telling of how things used to be, how things are now, and what things are to come.

There was harmony in the street and on the rides as we saw each other as friend and fellow. Saying goodbye to a landmark is always difficult, but it does seem that condos and expensive theme parks are more important. Not that the locals can afford either.

It is sad that some of the workers who have been working in Astroland for 10+ years will no longer have a job. Where do the displaced go? Where will the poor and lower middle class take their children for cheap entertainment?

Patricia, an 8 year-old Hispanic girl, who looked much like my daughter did as a child spoke quite frankly in stating that "Bush is a bad man." If an 8 year-old can see it... She was not asked what she thought of Bush. Her statement was voluntary.

Manhattan proved to be a media center. What I mean by that is that everywhere I looked, there were TVs aimed at my head spewing useless information. Cabs have TVs that you can watch such as NEWS, but if you want more, just pop in your credit card into the machine located in the rear of the front bench seat and you can plug into "COW EYE" land. Hell, most people walk with cell phones glued to their heads anyway. I find it fucked.

Notes: A street vendor told me that in order to get a peddler's license, you have to have served in the military or you will be placed at the end of the list. He also asked me if I knew the sea level of Binghamton, New York. Perhaps he sees something coming as well. It was discussed. We hugged and left residue of ourselves on each other.

Two soldiers were standing not too far from where that bogus leftover cross with draping that was supposedly found under the rubble of the towers after the PULL was placed. As I passed, I decided to stop and question them. Who do you serve? "We protect the people." However, they did say that they do not serve their government as they don't believe that their government is always right. Well, at least they know that much, but I do see brainwashing here. Too bad they don't see that the people need protection from their government. This war serves no purpose.

While in Coney Island, I ran past a recruiting center flipping a peace sign. The soldier within did a double take of my action. I believe my action was justified. BTW, the rich neighborhoods don't have recruiting centers (as far as I could see). However, the low/middle income neighborhoods do. Perhaps the rich kid will head on out to the local hood to join up. Yeah right. See the world, gain experience, and get your college tuition. Nice lures for DEATH. ~ Maggie ~ Penned August 23, 2007

People:

If you look hard and deep into the people whom come into your life, you will notice that you have seen them before in others. Each person has something of someone else that you have known, kissed, tasted, held, loved, kicked, bit, then repeated the cycle. Therefore, look closely at all as you will find a familiar being and the person will bond with you and you with them. Certain people bond better than others. Then again, you can only get what you give. Share the moment and share of yourself. Know someone else and see yourself and others. Again, at base we are all the same. Did you tell someone you love them today even if not a romantic love whether same or opposite sex? Try it...you'll like it. Ah let loose and go for it. ~ Maggie ~ August 21, 2007 @ 12:00 a.m.
*I leave for NYC today after work. Catch all y'all on Friday or Saturday evening. Do have a good 'n.

Fulfillment

Life is awesome! There is nothing about my life that I would want to change nor do over again to create a different effect. Feeling content in being and loving ALL as best as can be leaves me whole and fulfilled. Therefore, if I were to die tomorrow, i.e., getting hit by an NYC bus, etc., I can say that I have lived a full life. Sure, it was not a life of splendor nor riches, but it was/is a life of experiences and memories. No, I have not experienced all things, however, the feeling of life is within me and the possibilities are endless!

Being whole and content is a form of freedom as it enables me to be myself despite possible ridicule. Mother calls me "IT." I joke not yet I find it very funny. The odd thing is that it used to hurt. I feel sorry for her bitterness as she lives in a hell of sorts by being bound by what others think. Should I decide to give myself a bean shave, what will "THEY" think! I don't give a fuck what "THEY" think. I don't live by "THEIR" standards nor their "NORMS."

Why would I try to make myself uglier than I am already? Well, I would do it to see who sees past "THAT" image. The one I have created thus far is as clear as glass because despite the hard exterior, people see my heart.  Well, what if one donned the "look, I am crazy" persona? Could that been seen past as well? Mind you, what fluff or soft interior that I have, one of cold calculation lies right next to it.

My old eyes contain old/new visions. I live life on my terms, but in doing so, I have faced fear of others and self and discovered that fear is binding. Fear of this, that, and the other thing is paralyzing. Overcoming that which binds creates a phoenix from the ashes. Even if I fly into a wall, I have flown!

Give me a poor man's rose (even if made out of paper, Kleenex, or toilet paper held together with a pipe cleaner, string, or shoelace ( hand made it is more valuable)) any day over a rich man's gold. The definition of life is in the living and sharing of it.

Jack of all trades, but master of none
In the end, all I have is fun
Chronological in years, but not in form
Keeps me from being like Dick & Jane "Norm"
Spot peed on the carpet
But it worries me not
He's an invisible dog
The one I ain't got
Piddle this one only if you may
"Mad Hatter Syndrome" allows me to PLAY
Not much for money, material, and the like
Don't give me gold, as I'd like a kite
When its been flown dusk until dawn
That is when I'll pass it along
Hopefully to a wigged-out monkey
Who is singing a piddle song

What say you is the meaning of life? Do you act your age? If so, does it bring you down?  ~ Maggie ~ August 20, 2007 @ 10:52 p.m.
People I am thinking about at this minute: Nix (spoke to this eve), Neo (spoke to this eve), Peter (my teacher & my friend - spoke to this eve), Pappy, Jason (I need to send him the Charlie toon (*sent)), Jeff, Marie, Gracie (who I left a message for noting arrival), Lisa, Dominic, Fat Bobby (who I always think of), Patrick, Ilan, Mohammed, Aznive, Anna, Carlos, Randy, Ryan, Ann, Craig, and Drew (Andrew - dead but loved). Just Everyone. Even Sam. Ana ahebik.

What can you do?

What can you do when you love one best of all? Sure the heart hath room and other dwellers, but the special region reserved for one is presently occupied. To wish things to be different would change things. To tell the truth, I love loving him...it is all natural and without preservatives. A great aspect of love is that it does not decay. It is like knowledge and flows when you flow. You can take it with you! I refer to my NEO. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on August 19, 2007

*8/18/07 ~ Hung out with Jason who is totally awesome. He is a computer wiz, gamer, excellent guitarist, and a real sweetie. We melded and he taught me some shit. I also noticed that he did cute stuff without me seeing it. However, I will let him know that I did notice. He said that I smell seductive and so does my house. Odd.

Anyway...
8/19/07 ~ Jason was supposed to come over tonight, but I have not heard from him yet. He lost my number, but went to my job yesterday and called me from there to bring him here to my home. I do have his scan disk and gig stick, so he will be back at my house soon. Spoke to Pappy earlier and he may pop in later this evening...when he gets his ass out of bed, fed, and showered. We'll see what goes. No matter. I am not lonesome, but my friends are the shit (TOTALLY AWESOME PEOPLE!) ** Pappy will be here in an hour. ~ noted 6:12 p.m.

Marie stopped over and we chilled earlier and she liked my guitar. As I missed her this past Saturday, next Saturday would be a good JAM day. Maybe Jason can come over too. He said he wanted to hang more...soooooo whatever happens happens.
MOTHER TRUCKER over and out!

Agenda

These are the plans (which can sometimes go astray):
August 21 - Tripping to NYC with Hamster in tow.
August 22 - Heading into Manhattan to hang with a friend (tip of lower Manhattan) and to take promised photos for a love of mine (Wall Street to West Village to East Village). Time allowing, I want to try to find a guitar and amp...east village. ***GOT THE GUITAR ALREADY. Hamster is coming thus far.
August 23 - Stuff up until just prior to 4 p.m. then it is off to Coney Island and the PUKE RIDE. The $20 ticket is good for all rides for the rest of the night. We are only going to ride the one ride for HOURS! This adventure is her idea and I think it is a GREAT idea. However, I would like to eat just before the ride to see if it makes me sick. Nix and I will celebrate our last time in Astroland. It is all being torn town. You know...progress (eyes rolling, fist balled, but even tempered). That ride bears memories as I used to tell her stories to keep her on the ride. I would tell her stories of the grates in the ride and then she would smell it. Sometimes we got to watch them hose it down. It is funny if looked at right.
August 24, 2007 - Breakfast and homebound alone. Maybe Gail and Stevie Boy will be available for hang when I hit their hood. Mother hen is over and out! ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 10:41 p.m. EST

Tonight and the Hamster...

After work I went and did some much needed necessity shopping at the cheapest store I could. When I got home, I put away my items and made practical use of the rest (like light-bulbs). Upon finishing the putting away and such, I treated myself to a nice hot power shower and doses of lavender. Clean, and fancy free, I applied a mud mask which was bought from a woman in my town who makes the stuff at home. After doing other chores in my naked other than black toweled self whose face was green and looking like a guerrilla commando witch/warrior with a red broom, I washed my face and walked past the computer. My message was lit and someone beckoned me on Yahoo. In checking, it was the Hamster.
Her: your online
Arachne: i was
Arachne: need glasses wait
Her: okies
Arachne: what up?
Her: yah so m had to cancel tonight
Her: im seeing him tomorrow at noonish
Her: im downloading characters for the sims
Her: and its taking forever
Arachne: so did my teacher. he is busy
Her: i wanna stab something
Her: aww
Arachne: just don't stab self
Her: maybe we could see each other tonight
Her: since i wont be seeing you much
Arachne: do you want to bake?
Her: i have to eat in 20 mins
Her: no
Her: i don't wanna bake
Her: but i have to eat in 20 mins maybe we can catch a bite
Her: maybe at subway
Arachne: i might be having company later...don't know yet.
Her: me and gma aren't getting along shes not talking to me
Arachne: so what is new?
Her: and im sorta lonely
Her: well you can come get me now
Her: and we can go
Her: and be there just in time to eat
Arachne: i love you. yeah ok.
Her: and then go home
Arachne: ok.
Her: what time are you having company
Arachne: i don't know. i am waiting for a phone call.
Her: i just got out of the shower i can throw on clothes but i gotta know when you'd take me
Arachne: i just got out of the shower too
Her: ok well what do you wanna do
Arachne: yeah
Arachne: when do you want me to pick you up?
Arachne: i got stuff for you.
Her: when your ready
Arachne: 5 min?
Her: i just gotta throw on clothes
Her: okies
Her: and i have for you
Arachne: ok. i just did that.
Arachne: we can exchange babes.
Arachne: I love you!
Her: ok your gonna be ready in 5
Arachne: Let me get your stuff together and I will leave in 5 min. okay
Her: okies
Arachne: coolio
Her: im gonna get my clothes on
Arachne: k see you in a bit. ask gma if she wants food?
Her: she just ate
Arachne: ok
Her: she said no
Arachne: ok. at least we asked.
Arachne: go get ready then. see ya.
Her: yar
Her: okies
Her: byes
Arachne: bye
Her: im ready

I was already gone! Funny stories were told and memories made. No, Hamster...no Easy-Bake Oven. My oven and stove are finally working after being broken for about 2 years. Luckily I still have a house as the repairman stated that using an (electric) oven and stove to heat a house for 2 ½ months is dangerous and could have caused me to BURN. ~ Maggie ~ August 16, 2007 @ 1:47 a.m.

Gary

This man called with a question and I answered in good form. His response was "You are in sales aren't you? You are making a pitch...I know your kind." As he is allowed to think what he wants, I let him do his thing and suggested that he come and talk to me and let me buy him a soda. This was on the 13th of August. August 14, around 2ish, he arrived and as usual, I offered my hand to him at which point he barked out "Don't touch me!" Out of respect, I did back off. To make a long story short, we ended up looking at wasps and a 7 legged daddy long legs who I had bonded with earlier that day. Yup "daddy" scanned my digit with the longest of his/her legs and I let it. There was no fear as there should not be. I was letting the creature feel me while I felt it. The pleasure was all mine as it allowed me to do this. Fortunately, my 7 legged friend was still there when I had brought him/her up and the oddity of its extremities. Gary noted that he had seen a 5 legger. We spoke of ant hills and cooperation. In the end, he shook my hand and realized something aloud (paraphrased) "I thought I was a liberal thinker, but perhaps I need to rethink my thoughts." ~ Maggie ~ August 15, 2007 @ 11:28 p.m.

NOTE: He said that I was TOO nice. Is that unusual or something? I guess from his perspective it would seem so. Had I been in his shoes, I suppose I would have smelled something ROTTEN IN DENMARK as well until further inspection could be had. Gary is a smart cookie and he has my utmost respect.

ADDED NOTE: We enjoyed each other's company so much, that I left work 1/2 later than I should have as we were enjoying each other's company. NO I DID NOT GET PAID OVERTIME and NO I DID NOT MAKE THE BIG SALE. Actually, I bought him something out of my own pocket. No it wasn't soda and no I am not a sucker. I LOVE LIFE!

Ann

Craig's mom's name is Ann and she is a doll. I did get to chill with her ALONE as I wanted to. Craig sat outside and had a smoke while we women bonded. The funny thing is perhaps she knew somehow as I had asked about her to Craig a couple of days ago. She shared a several photos of the man she loves. She had told me a most fantastic story about how she and he dated him 18 years ago and broke up because of an argument. In the interim, he and she married others and divorced. However, her love of him she could not shake. He held special meaning to her. She did meet others along her journey of life, but he stood out in her heart. Now, 18 years later, they are together and he has Parkinson's disease. She loves him with all her heart, but stated that she notes a difference in him when they drive through his ex's town. His disease lets her read him. My hand cupping her's, I told her that if you love him accept him as he is and let it be. She started to tear and I came out from around the counter and hugged her with a firm hug that I had wanted to give her all along. Yes, I had been thinking of this woman as she is a sparkle: a gem. To see pictures of her and her man in their youth, I look at her now and a photo of him and do not see a change in face as she is young in my eyes. We were meant to meet and to join at this level. Yes I love her and I just found out her name today and only met her twice before.

She showed me a side of myself in revealing herself. I sit here and cry not in pity, but in sheer recognition of life and it's meaning.

Nix and I went out to dinner this evening and she gave me the greatest compliment a kid could ever give her mom. She called me a hippy.

Peace out! Living and making it REAL!

xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ Maggie ~ Wednesday, August 15, 2007 @ 10:45 p.m.
P.S.: If anyone gets a chance, do read A WOMAN ON THE EDGE OF TIME by Marge Piercy (Author of Summer People) and perhaps you will get the feelings of love and hope about humanity and its possibilities. I am almost finished the book (started on 8/10/07) and dearly I wish to leap into the pages.

8/13/07

Called Peter to find out about class tonight. Ah...martial arts from a master who does not require uniforms. Three on the dial will confirm neg or pos. *Called, but still not sure if going. Tomorrow is a definite.

Called who I thought to be Peter (Pappy) and broke out with "Are you alive or did you die of your own superstition off the flower pot?" My question was met with the response "You don't have to be afraid of me. This is your teacher. I am not dangerous." Whoops! Wrong Peter.

When Peter (Pappy) was reached, he stated that he was at the flower pots this day. Before I could commit the balance of my thoughts to paper, low and behold...there he was sporting two cups of fresh Timmy's. While I worked, he spoke with Bob who I was hanging out with prior to Pappy and Craig arriving. Pappy, with his ever energetic and magnetic self, engaged Bob is rapid rounds of discussion that my ears and eyes only glimpsed. Craig is a real sweetie. He will bring his mom by in one or two days. She is a real nice lady, even though Craig is cool, it would be cool just to chill with his mom.

Oh yeah, when I asked Pappy about Slyvia of "Hooker Ave," (really his block) he said that she keeps scratching up his car. He had this idea to spray paint his car with "Slyvia was here!" with arrows pointing the the wounds she inflicted on his vehicle. Truly an artist. His whole stairway is loaded with paint cans, and you can hear him before you see him. Kind of like me. I had to tell him that Sylvia's scratches were her scratches of "I love you" going down his spine and drawing blood. He was amused!

Oven is finally being fixed tomorrow. Brownies are on the way. Pappy will come to my domain and vibe. Perhaps he will be the black coat wearer. I have been looking for an owner for it. In due time I suppose. I am still the "cracker" and he is still the "cheese." The man with flipped rooms (Peter "Pappy" (one room has written in pencil what color it will be and thus is, but not yet)) stated "If you hear bullets being shot you are safe. When you don't hear it as a result of it wizzing past your ear, that is when you worry." Bob agreed! Many gun shots have been heard over the years from all different areas US/Canada, but I have never NOT heard one. Missed me! Yes Craig. I missed you! You really must nail that Mustang...blue is you!

Wow, Pappy advised that our antics of several weeks ago were logged in his book that I was privy to while he cooked me porkchops. What I read was on his computer, but what he wrote of us is still penned. How could he put "The End" to his book when his "tombstone" is not finished? He did not ask me to "take it back" this time. However, he stated that he kept writing despite "The End" which I knew he would. Sequal was stated, but my belief is that he will have to wait for nextlife. Good humor will be had when I tell him of my scissor thought and its relation to him. Hey, who wants to see his framed album of "The Doors?" Would you like to read the back of the album? You can. How would you think he would frame it to do so? Mind you, I was pacing like a wildebeast when he asked me the question and I gave the right answer without having to study it. How quick are you?

My home needs redecoration. I have added willow branches inside (one is 5 1/2 feet long) and want to create murals of my walls based on current art experience. There are faces everywhere in nature if you look. Bringing nature inside can be exciting. A world of my own creation...a creation of a world.

Marie wore two different shoes to work today and found humor it it all. I guess her mind is elsewhere as it should be. She did have fun on Saturday. My, what wonderful times we live in. She is ever pleased at the photo session that I directed and the props and properties that it generated. Wee ha is where playful things turn frowns upside down. Down energy to wow! Upped and positive!

*Peter just called and stated that there will be no class tomorrow as he is going out of town. If I go tonight, I can use his personal parking area behind his building. It is under lock and key. Last time car was not lotted, my hubcap was stolen and it cost $100 to replace. I was trying to save $5 by not parking in the lot, but in the end, it cost much more. Wednesday is good...no work Thursday. I am hoping the Hamster will come along. She can't tonight as she has issues that cannot be resolved at the moment. Old bat that she is. She is not good for Wednesday either. Called Peter back, will go to class Wednesday after eating at Hong Kong and after window shopping for a bit.

Oh yeah...I did not ask his name, but this kid who is going to welding school, was a blast to talk to. I'll get his name next time he comes in.

Lest I forget, a big thank you goes out to Alah for having Mohammed get to me before it was too late. He was right on time. Ana ahebik Mohammed!

**Ah shit, Peter just called back. I am going to class tonight. There is art is martial art as the animals are within us.
~ Arachne ~ Penned prior to 3:00 and 5:02 p.m. on August 13, 2007

Content

Content in being who I am, I accept my past, present, and future. I live alone, but I am never lonely...never bored. What is boredom? Define? How can mind sit idle and not drift to another place, event, time, or what have you? Hyper is what I am. Without drugs to dull my mind...without the alcohol to numb...I FEEL! The feel of pain and joy...opposite, but contrasting subjectively feeling - objectively defining - researching... Answers bring forth more questions and things to do and think of. That is my constant.

Changes are all around and I see them. I see the interconnectedness. I see how killing a bug is murder and not self-defense if it is only going about its business. Are you aware of yourself?

It is funny how I have kept track of what insects I have crashed for no purpose save to kill. To which bird or beast I have spoken with. To say they answer in word, you may believe me mad. However, communication comes in signs - as an Anglo uses sign with a Frank. Body speaks in faces, eyes, gestures, and postures. Communication is not limited... Have you spoken to your plant today?

My hair flies in the wind no longer feeling the blowing blast of hot heat electrically generated to dull my tresses. No time for polished nails or outlined eyes. Not at this point. Mirror mirror on the wall - these are things I do not call. Self is self be ragged or regal, yet the blind see neither (NITHER NEETHER). More at feel and hearing of heart. Blind judgement is so fair.

Am I man/woman - woman/man? Mother/father? Sister/brother? Yes...

To say that anger does not dwell in me would be fiction, but past does not bring anger. Anger is a moment spent and gone in an instant. Later laughed at in jokes of how stupid it all was. Laughter! Ah yes! That which bring laugh lines. Welcome, I pray you! Cause such lines to define what I cannot see.

No knitted brow or crinkled forehead of worry. No crows feet that I can see? Sight is to short for comprehending total picture in totality.

Reading and crying as I enter the story. Living through a character or characters. Playing a role like an actor yet not knowing the lines. Surprise!! Not all ends happy...not happy...more at what one wishes. Wishes? May I say! Not to wish leaves void tomorrows. Hope! When tomorrow is today, how will you feel about yesterday?

Some old say "youth is wasted on the young." Perhaps those that say such think that wisdom only comes with age. Thus age holds more value? Tis not the case. Youth can be wise when wisdom is within and used despite the odd of not being heard.

"Children should be seen and not heard." Bad and bah! They are as capable as adults - like "Little Me." Crippled only by the captive parent. Parenting should not spoil the seed making needy by controlling factors. Where lies freedom? Behold self as a dwarf. Examine your roots.

Define self in past, present, and see future different. Untie the ties that bind. If viewed as mad, care not. Be happy as you have arrived in a free world.

T.V.? Entertainment aimed at ceasing communication between individuals who stare like sheep plugged in not bleeping. Bah bah! How will you make the wool?

World tumbles as you know it? What will you do? Will you seek the guidance of the "THEM?" The puppet masters? Do you NEED the control factor?

The rooms of many colors and one room flipped...all objects of days gone by in abstract colors and form. In a loud half drunk voice he yells to the room, me, and the open window: "Plug me back in! I want to be like them. I don't want to know what I know. I never fucked an older broad...I'll do you a favor." "No favors needed...not interested." My eyes scan and scope scissor on table. All words of "tombstones" were taken back, but is he dead? Did he fall off the flower pot that he balances on in unbalanced stated state? His belief in superstition may have gotten him. Friend in the end with handshake, I have to call.

Ah, the clowning of yesterday's laughs and playing dress up for the camera. I directed and she played. A frown was turned upside down. The joy of friendship: sharing, singing, laughing and sharing...exploring newness yet not new. She sees her beauty as I have shown her other sides of self that may not have been seen as rapidly - rapidly so she glows! Photos burned to disc and petals shared along with dried leaves...she leaves different...energized.

Contacts contacting other world kind of matter of this world...almost surreal - real wonderful connections! Poetic, artistic, creative: ALIVE! So alive to revive that which was "sort of" lost...having had at one point almost finding square...evolution back to me. This round more understanding - more forgiving - more loving - real love - asexual - man/woman no difference. Age? - no difference. Race? No difference. Sameness. Et cetera et cetrea et cetera. What are boundaries when you are free? There aren't any. Push! Push away as I love cliffs! Wee ha! New adventures.

How old am I? How old do you think I am? Mind you, I don't use Oil of Olay. ~ Maggie @ 3:10 on August 12, 2007

WTF...LOL

Boring is snoring
Is short snot absorbing?
Tinfold manifestations impregnating neurons
Festering and mutilating projections of eye currents
Giving shots to behold the radiant gold
Of halos hallowed by
Eyes inched along halls
Gaining strains of palatable substances
Absorbed and bounced
Accordingly...
Accordions folding and unfolding
Beholding...that which is not there
In air maintained...
Restrained...
Loose
Free
To be me...
DEDICATED TO HAMSTER. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 10:10 p.m.

Funky memory: Snot bubble exploding from nose at dinner table...escaped in laugher.
That was the shit man. I can still see it now: Whatatya gonna do when they bomb NY? Bed sheets! Two fucktards cut from the same goddamned cookie cutter.

NY BUT AGAIN...

Ah, ten days and counting (or thereabout) to get my ass to NY. The hamster better be good as I don't feel like dealing with shit. Hamster if you are reading this, know that I won't deal with it. Anyway, this trip out, I am going to be a butterfly! Graceful is one thing that I am not, however, putting that aside, I will flutter my camera to capture images in my time that were lost in another's time of the same space. Yup, I am going to be someone's eyes for a wee bit and capture images and perhaps do justice to their eye.

Movies play in my head of past events that unfold like a child's pop-out book when called upon. Playing reel over real and reviving that which is reborn at each instant. Life reconstituted with liquid squirm of warm brains only as solid as I make it.

Revisiting old in new...constructing from destruction...LIVE and orchestrated in harmony. A fluid moment not captured by KODAK, but held in suspension and burned like LightScribe to memory. ~ Maggie ~ August 11, 2007 @ 8:20 p.m.

The Children

The children will gather themselves harmoniously
Singing songs
Their backs are turned on all the monsters
They will not look back to see their fanged mouth spit orders
Heads held high, they walk away
This is WAR to "THEM"
"THEY" don't know how to combat the children
Without the "OTHERS" seeing their dirty deeds
The children's war is a war of cooperation
NOT INCORPORATION
The valley is long
The journey unknown
However, the summit, whose snow covered cap
Lies atop
Where the air is crisp
And the waves are distant
>>>>> A TRIangle goes here and the point is virtual.
I think therefore I am (cogito ergo sum) whatever I choose to be without limitations and out of the box and making it REAL. 8/9/07

The Mind Creates

The mind creates a whirlwind whose clouds embrace to form patterns. The unreal becomes real and visa versa. In the evolutionary scale, can we go back to simply ENERGY being objective and not subjective? Case in point the here and now. The repeat cycle is exciting. Not for anything, it would seem that it would be wilder the next time round. In the original pantheons, the gods had the characteristics of men and visa versa. Can it be said that all is as we intended it to be for the enjoyment and employment of it all? The material can never come with you in your journey, but the brief acquirement of material, is just that: BRIEF. Mind expansion or mind power is endless and will flow when YOU flow. The magick is in the word and the word is in YOU. Did you enhance perchance a sleeping giant? Aye! Eye of blue in you on one on me. Encrypted, but depicted as finely as can be done at this hour of reckoning. 4:28 a.m. 14 = 5 PENTA = 4 Elements + Electric (spirit). 8/2/07 = 17 = 8 = continuum and nine (cycles and levels).

You see the encompassed dreams spilled forward like splattered brains on a sidewalk. Eggs cooking on a hot summer's day out on IS 86 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interstate_86_(east)) that does not yet exist at certain points, but is. 8/2/07

Your music works well for allowing the mind to flow freely in the waves of natural movement synthesized and not synthetic...electric pounding neurons...WEE HA!

Keep on striking chords as the melody is hypnotic and not chaotic...melting smelting steel...melding folds of the soul electric mind over matter.

Creation for the sake of doing so! ~ 8/1/07

Notes of July 31, 2007

In typing this out, it was fun to color the numbers as each color has meaning and individually is itself, yet together or divided makes something NEW.

? November 18, 2007 = 11 (11=2) + 18 (18=9) + 9 = 38 = 11 = 2 or
2 + 9 (=29=11=2) + 9 = 20 = 2

? September 11, 2001 = 9 + 11(11 = 2) + 3 = 23 = 5 or
9 + 2 + 3 = 14 = 5

Observation: Asymmetrical - Human face and body. One side is different than the other. Bigger/smaller = nostril, eye, breast, testicle, foot, hand, etc. et al. We have four extremities equal in design yet differences are noted.

Experiment Performed on 7/31/07 p.m.

Call side "A": Right *my right is ugly

Call side "B": Left *my left is rather nice

Call side "C": Total *me as I see me whole

Call side "D": Compression *becoming symmetrical using asymmetries

Take a photo of yourself both "mirrored' and "not mirrored (or regular meaning opposite or backward)" using a web camera or digital camera possessing "[] mirror image" utility.

When you attach "A" mirrored ½ to "A" not mirrored ½, you will see the first aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.

When you attach "B" mirrored ½ to "B" not mirrored ½, you will see the second aspect of your symmetrically perfect self.

The "C" image is the third aspect of you, but is asymmetrical in form (not utterly perfect yet perfect).

When compressing "A" and "B," note the start factors: 2 ears, 2 eyes, 2 nostrils, 2 cheeks, 2 eyebrows, 2 sets of eye lashes, 2 temples, 1 mouth, 1 chin 1 forehead, and 1 neck = 18 = 9.

To perform this experiment, start with a hard copy picture of self. As you fold the self into itself, you should be left with the following: 2 ears, 1 eye, zero nose, 2 cheeks, zero mouth, 1 chin, 1 forehead, 2 temples, and 1 neck = 10 or 1.

To find out if "D" is symmetrical, repeat "A" and "B." If this is asymmetrical, let me know. ~ Maggie ~ Penned July 31, 2007 p.m. after "Symmetry Gate."

A good spider goes by feeling of the waves that occur upon the landing of ??? in its web.

Symmetry Gates

One side big
The other side small          
One plus one create a ball
Symmetry of asymmetric
The eye it doth fool
However,
With modern technology
You have a handy tool
First face side “A”
Second face side “B”
Combine to one
and
Then you done
The magick number three
Three being whole as it should be
That is how you “C” = SEE ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on July 31, 2007

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Does the program "Echelon" exist?~ Arachne ~ July 26, 2007

Note to Joe:

The night before last was crazy! I went to Peter's house which was in the ghetto and I was dying laughing. I guess it was ghetto compared to everywhere else around here. I GUESS. I am still laughing. There I was in my fuzzy black slippers and Amino Acids tee looking all wacky on hooker avenue, looking for this koo koo ex of his that he asked me to check out for fun. Mind you, he let me read about her off his computer so I got the gist of her without sight. BTW, if you think I'm nuts, you should have been with me to see him in action. Whoa boy!! What a hoot. Him screaming out the window and his flip rooms really are the icing on the cake.

I forgot to mention, when he started to get all freaky on me, I eyeballed the scissors which were laying on the table. You know what I mean? LOL 7/25/07

July 23, 2007

First things first.  Tonight I will go to Peter’s and exchange this for that and we will watch a movie called CFE.  We will then connect the dots and thus form a picture.  Our cell in time will be alive as was the cell with Marie Christine...as was the cell with Denise and her husband.  The cells with Adam, Sky, Reggie, Nelson, Chantel, and numerous other and the quite one who listened and bought what he did not need.  Somewhere down the road, that item will find a place just as my dinosaur (Stegosaurus) found a place in Marie Christine’s arms. *July 27, 2007 - He now has the name RUSTY and he is LOVED!

My evolution back to me occurred in 2004.  In 2007, I saw the reason for the evolution.  My reason (reasoning) allowed me to see and to open up to things that I had blocked out or had allowed others to block out.  I proved to myself and others that mind power or reasoning give’s one the ability to overcome and to understand.

Whatever we endure good/bad is for a reason and we are the reason.  “WE” not being the royal “we,” but we as individuals: AS PEOPLE - AS ONE!

At base we are all the same.  Differences occur at operative levels (current).  The great thing is that everyone has the capacity to up their wattage.

When playing connect the dots, switches will be flipped and lights will go on.  The more switches you flip, the more you will increase the wattage.  A night light can become a beacon.

You can do what others wish to do.  You will be able to be out of the box and be accepted.  You will get other to jump out of the box and free themselves mentally from the lock down of this reality.  Ideas will be exchanged and words will become reality. ~ Maggie


~ Maggie (this was all penned in my log)
* IN THE WORDS OF ANTI-FLAG: THIS IS YOUR WORLD...TAKE IT BACK! (From the song Tearing Down the Boarders)

TO A NEW FRIEND

Fear is not real. People's main fear after "bill money," is their life or should I say eventual organic death.

You see what some do not. You see that beyond the facade of steel lies a heart of gold. You too possess the gold. Madness, much like fear, is not real. The more comfort that you find in yourself, the more the YOU will show through to others. You can be a light in the dark and a voice in the night. We are here for a purpose. I had written "What is the meaning of life?" quite sometime ago and wondered if people were picking up on the HUMAN CONNECTION. Some are and in great ways, however, a very human messenger told me that the best connection is to go out there and get real and to do that which we are meant to do. A "matrix-out" will occur regardless.

The knife can be a virtual one as is steel when viewed at atomic levels. You can poke holes in steel at atomic levels. Thus at that level the solid can be penetrated. That which seems solid is NOT or 0. Mass only appears solid as do pictures seem whole when viewed on a computer.

You speak Anglish very well. I get your drift my friend! ~ July 23, 2007

July 23, 2007

The concept of B.C.E. and A.D. are moot as time is not measured as such.  Time occurs in levels and starts with level 3.  As levels 1 and 2 have occurred, we go back to the future - back in time - back to the beginning.
Level one (1) is not known
    Level two (2) in progress.  Ends?
        Level three (3) is when restart occurs.  This progress takes time.  This has not happened yet.

However, view 1, 2, 3 as 3, 2, 1 as you would view countdown.  4 = 2 or squared.  Look at PI start and end of level.

Look how technologically advanced we have become in 200 years.  Look at how advanced we have become in 400 or 600 years.  Christopher Columbus had not even discovered the “New World” of North America yet.

A batting of an eyelash in the level progress.  What happened on level one?  Did a touching occur?  If so, by whom or what?  Levels 3 through 9 create a habitable environment and natural living place.  Level ONE is the landing or touching = human with reason - with knowledge.  We still have that missing link to think about in the EVOLUTIONARY scale. A primitive yet NOT.  Level 2 is the precursor to destruction.  Level 3 is “restart” back to the future...back to the cycle.  What will be will be as it was meant to be.

* Break the MATRIX and LOOP out on a NEW LEVEL 3!

After I placed a bead on my loom that was out of color sequence and spazzed, my teacher told me (paraphrased) not to worry as the imperfections in nature are what make nature beautiful and unique. In other words, the imperfections create perfection as we see it. I was working on a woodland design which had a yellow background to odd colored open roses. Upon completion, I had sewn the work to a fine piece of suede with a tasseled sash. It is a grand piece of work that took 3 1/2 months to complete. My mother now owns the belt.

I ask a little task of you. Take a piece of paper and draw a circle. Cut the imaginary pie in 4 sections (with your pencil/pen on paper or with your finger in your sandbox) and then place it in a box that only it will fit in. The picture can show you many things like:

A full moon directly in front of a crossed window

A pie in a box cut four ways

A flux capacitor

A bunch of 90 degree angles

A square with a circle in the middle with a cross through it

A view looking down of a 4 colored or quadrate cone on a base

The tippy top of a pyramid that becomes infinite in ascension and descension

All the answers are correct and the possibilities are as endless as are the ideas.... All in all, we are talking about the SAME object.