What is in a name? Ah, Pandora! Peter Peaches had so kindly given me this name sometime back, and perhaps he was onto something he saw in the future. There is something about Greeks and me. Hum. He once asked me if I would teach someone something that we were discussing. The question was geared at getting what I wanted by creating it myself to my own liking. At the time the thought had not entered my mind and upon contemplation the idea seemed ludicrous. Today I do not believe it to be so.
Perhaps I have not taught per se, but it might be perchance that a slight molding might have been done or some cat was loosened slightly out of its bag. In hindsight, his craft of word may have planted a seed indeed as the conversation is readily memorable. When next he and I speak, I shall state that the name was finally accepted by me on February 21st in the wee hours of the morning. I called it upon myself aloud and thus it became me in the becoming. Thank you Peaches!
I do remember a discussion with Deej in regard to restraints that I had placed on myself and why they were placed. Actually, I still have my words of the conversation with her that note my frustration. Thank you Deej for allowing me to vent my feelings.
Hail! The box has been opened just a wee crack, but me thinks it is enough to fling it wide open and throw it to the floor. Circumstances can align like perfectly placed dominos. In the precision of placement it would only take one strike to make them all fall down.
Will Sunday afternoon find me with lobster tails or filet mignon sporting some Kolinsky sable brushes from British Blueprint? I have yet to decide what is on the menu and where I shall spend my time. Alas, decisions.
In the wheel of life the possibilities and probabilities are endless if you deem them so. One just needs to deem them so. ~ Maggie ~ February 26, 2009 @ 2:00 a.m. EST
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Where lies the idiom?
Oh what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive. ~ Sir Walter Scott
Where lies the ayes that see
In state of grace's writing
But for worth of dual?
Truth be told,
Glance me once I feel...
Naught, but aye!
When expressions go unsupported
Words resorted and distorted lie low
Lo! Recognition my cognition!
I glance per chance to see
Patterns!
When a set does not quite match
Of the mouth or hand dost hatch
What lies a trap might snatch
When all is watched as a batch
Perhaps it thought I should not catch
On the surface without a scratch!
Ten point demerit for the lash
Do I think there was a clash?
Perhaps I did jump up to bash
Balderdash!
When once swinging from a sash
The hangman’s noose is but a dash
From things I hold within my cache
The spider’s meal of meat is hash
Of a potato I did smash/mash ~ Maggie ~ February 25, 2009 @ 6:44 p.m. EST
Sometimes there is an art to it. Sometimes there is not. The dark side will always be within me as it is within YOU. YOU being whomever reads this. To deny a dark half is to deny truth. Light and dark co-exist. To know one is to know the other. To deny is to lie.
Where lies the ayes that see
In state of grace's writing
But for worth of dual?
Truth be told,
Glance me once I feel...
Naught, but aye!
When expressions go unsupported
Words resorted and distorted lie low
Lo! Recognition my cognition!
I glance per chance to see
Patterns!
When a set does not quite match
Of the mouth or hand dost hatch
What lies a trap might snatch
When all is watched as a batch
Perhaps it thought I should not catch
On the surface without a scratch!
Ten point demerit for the lash
Do I think there was a clash?
Perhaps I did jump up to bash
Balderdash!
When once swinging from a sash
The hangman’s noose is but a dash
From things I hold within my cache
The spider’s meal of meat is hash
Of a potato I did smash/mash ~ Maggie ~ February 25, 2009 @ 6:44 p.m. EST
Sometimes there is an art to it. Sometimes there is not. The dark side will always be within me as it is within YOU. YOU being whomever reads this. To deny a dark half is to deny truth. Light and dark co-exist. To know one is to know the other. To deny is to lie.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Reflection...A dialogue in fiction~
I did love you, but alas I am now but a reflection of you. The image (behavior) you have shown me is now MINE. I claim it in words and deeds. What matter would it be if the mirror reflected back to you what you portray? Should the image looking back at you be more than what you yourself contain? Me thinks not. Granted, there are mirrors that reflect back greater than what is and that is rewarding and inflating to you is it not? However, how pretentious is it? In the end, what is gained in the reality of it all? Might I say that fools CHOOSE not to see reality and I am no fool.
Is there anything lost? Am I losing anything? NO. What was given was given freely of my free will. I only rescind what is in my power and right to rescind. Adjustments have been made along the way in this learning experience, but in truth I saw the light from the start in the form of “warning” signs. My journal verifies all as does the analysis. In my free will, the blind eye (which is not really blind, but was more at feeling things out) is open and has spoken. In my focus, I stated TRUTH and only truth. When a behavior is detrimental, change the behavior pattern. When a behavior goes unrewarded, cease the behavior. Why be self defeating? It is dumb to be so. Adaption and/or self-modification are handy tools in this lovely game of life.
Over all, at least I can say “I care” for you just as much as you care for me. As only you know how much you care for me, you now have a gage in which to assume my care. Rest assured that I will equal you. That being said, have you lost anything?
In the end, all things being equal, you will have to live with the reflection in the mirror and the true reflection is that of SELF when looking past the image. Images are illusions and that is my firm belief as what lies without is not necessarily what lies within. ~ Maggie ~ February 16. 2009 @ 8:07 p.m. EST.
Is there anything lost? Am I losing anything? NO. What was given was given freely of my free will. I only rescind what is in my power and right to rescind. Adjustments have been made along the way in this learning experience, but in truth I saw the light from the start in the form of “warning” signs. My journal verifies all as does the analysis. In my free will, the blind eye (which is not really blind, but was more at feeling things out) is open and has spoken. In my focus, I stated TRUTH and only truth. When a behavior is detrimental, change the behavior pattern. When a behavior goes unrewarded, cease the behavior. Why be self defeating? It is dumb to be so. Adaption and/or self-modification are handy tools in this lovely game of life.
Over all, at least I can say “I care” for you just as much as you care for me. As only you know how much you care for me, you now have a gage in which to assume my care. Rest assured that I will equal you. That being said, have you lost anything?
In the end, all things being equal, you will have to live with the reflection in the mirror and the true reflection is that of SELF when looking past the image. Images are illusions and that is my firm belief as what lies without is not necessarily what lies within. ~ Maggie ~ February 16. 2009 @ 8:07 p.m. EST.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
To Someone I Love~
At times I can be difficult and almost come off as some cold hearted bitch. Okay. It is not almost come off as, but do come off as a cold hearted bitch. For that I apologize. However, you know me and you know that I love you no matter how I “behave.” Not ALL my behavior is indicative of my feelings.
I have not been a good mother, but I hope you will be. I know you will be. Silly me with my thought was thinking...I hope she drags the kid up rather than raises it. You may say WTF to that too or ask what is the difference. The difference is in that the child who is dragged up will learn to fend for itself and will not depend on you. That does not mean that you will not love it and it will not love you. Again, behavior is not always reflective of feeling. I can’t tell you what is involved in raising a kid as I don’t know. Then again, I think about those that were supposedly raised and those that were dragged and if you ask me, they are all mental. Perhaps the difference that I see is the crippling or inability. The “I can’t do it myself.” No. I don’t speak of that which cannot be done due to the illness or weakness of your body. Then again, even in the weakness of body, one who is crippled, will push themselves to the limits. At this point, I do not suggest that you do that. On the contrary. Chill.
Today you said to me, that one day I will need you to help me. I will not let that day come as it is not for you to help me. It is for me to help myself and let you live your life without such an obligation. Perhaps you can understand why I do not want you to have the burden of my remains upon my death. I am not your responsibility. Let the ghouls do without the $$$ and donate me to medical science where I may do some good.
Perhaps you will question your own feelings and wonder when the time comes. Perhaps upon presentation to you, you will be like WTF? Oh, but it is mine! All mine! Yeah it will be. However, the bond will take time. You won’t know how you will feel until it happens. Perhaps you won’t feel as I did.
Consider this: What happens when you hold the strings too tight? What happens if you hold the strings too loose? What happens if you don’t hold the strings at all, but another does?
Often I wonder who you would have been had I had you to myself without interference. Often I wonder who I would have been had there been no interference. It is hard to say.
The one thing I can say, that I may not always show, is the fact that I love you.
I never made it easy for you nor did I ever behave in a loving and kind fashion. Perhaps the pictures that you shared of me sporting a Hitler mustache was very appropriate. I can’t say that I look like him, but I sure as hell acted like him when it came to academics. Let’s call Laura and she can tell me about it while you laugh out loud.
You will be fine my love and you will live long and prosper with your son. That is my wish as it is your wish. I shall not allow negative information to bust that which I believe. You too should know in your heart of hearts that you are strong and will not leave without a fight. Fight with all you have as there will be someone new in this world who will want to know you and love you despite your flaws. He will see them, but out of love, he will look past them. You too see my flaws and note them accordingly to which I more or less agree. Despite this fact, you too love me. The same will happen to you when it is your time. To your son, you will be everything. To me, you are everything. We are UNCONDITIONAL come hell or high water we belong to each other.
You, my dear, are the courageous one who risks it all for the sake of your belief. To that, nothing could be more admirable.
You will always be my baby no matter how old you get. Remember that. ~ mom ~ February 12, 2009
I have not been a good mother, but I hope you will be. I know you will be. Silly me with my thought was thinking...I hope she drags the kid up rather than raises it. You may say WTF to that too or ask what is the difference. The difference is in that the child who is dragged up will learn to fend for itself and will not depend on you. That does not mean that you will not love it and it will not love you. Again, behavior is not always reflective of feeling. I can’t tell you what is involved in raising a kid as I don’t know. Then again, I think about those that were supposedly raised and those that were dragged and if you ask me, they are all mental. Perhaps the difference that I see is the crippling or inability. The “I can’t do it myself.” No. I don’t speak of that which cannot be done due to the illness or weakness of your body. Then again, even in the weakness of body, one who is crippled, will push themselves to the limits. At this point, I do not suggest that you do that. On the contrary. Chill.
Today you said to me, that one day I will need you to help me. I will not let that day come as it is not for you to help me. It is for me to help myself and let you live your life without such an obligation. Perhaps you can understand why I do not want you to have the burden of my remains upon my death. I am not your responsibility. Let the ghouls do without the $$$ and donate me to medical science where I may do some good.
Perhaps you will question your own feelings and wonder when the time comes. Perhaps upon presentation to you, you will be like WTF? Oh, but it is mine! All mine! Yeah it will be. However, the bond will take time. You won’t know how you will feel until it happens. Perhaps you won’t feel as I did.
Consider this: What happens when you hold the strings too tight? What happens if you hold the strings too loose? What happens if you don’t hold the strings at all, but another does?
Often I wonder who you would have been had I had you to myself without interference. Often I wonder who I would have been had there been no interference. It is hard to say.
The one thing I can say, that I may not always show, is the fact that I love you.
I never made it easy for you nor did I ever behave in a loving and kind fashion. Perhaps the pictures that you shared of me sporting a Hitler mustache was very appropriate. I can’t say that I look like him, but I sure as hell acted like him when it came to academics. Let’s call Laura and she can tell me about it while you laugh out loud.
You will be fine my love and you will live long and prosper with your son. That is my wish as it is your wish. I shall not allow negative information to bust that which I believe. You too should know in your heart of hearts that you are strong and will not leave without a fight. Fight with all you have as there will be someone new in this world who will want to know you and love you despite your flaws. He will see them, but out of love, he will look past them. You too see my flaws and note them accordingly to which I more or less agree. Despite this fact, you too love me. The same will happen to you when it is your time. To your son, you will be everything. To me, you are everything. We are UNCONDITIONAL come hell or high water we belong to each other.
You, my dear, are the courageous one who risks it all for the sake of your belief. To that, nothing could be more admirable.
You will always be my baby no matter how old you get. Remember that. ~ mom ~ February 12, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Morph...
What shall I be today? A bumble bee? A teacher? A weeping willow tree? What if I was just a spider?
Sitting in traffic, my little buddy talked about flying out of the traffic like a super hero which is a grand idea as we would travel fast. However, I had suggested that if we could put our arms out of the window and have the right aerodynamic shape and strength, we could lift off with the car. This brought us into another discussion.
Ah, the conversation with my young friend was interesting as we discussed molecular transfer from point A to B with a glitch. We imagined a transfer pod like that on “Star Trek” with a glitch similar to that of “The Fly.” This is where our imagination differed from those stories. Much like the transporter in “Star Trek,” a being (one of us) could be molecularly broken down and transferred to another place and, much like “The Fly,” something else would go along in the breakdown. The question brought forth stories as the to the end product of molecular bonding with that of another specie. However, UNLIKE “The Fly,” the molecular bonding result would be an immediate metamorphoses.
He asked me what I would want to transfer with to become a part of and I told him a spider. Although this was detailed out in discussion, I won’t do that here. My little buddy is a curious child who reads and asks questions. He also has a good imagination. Before dropping him off, I told him that he is special in that he thinks about many things where as many children do not. He was told that what he possesses is a great quality and that he should always feed that quality with more information to grow on. In my heart of hearts, I believe that he will feed his mind well. ~ Maggie ~ February 7, 2009 @ 9:40 p.m. EST
It is hoped that I can share my encyclopedias with him as well as many books that he may find interesting. Where one has interest, one will gather information with ease. Thanks goes to my friend Angel for letting me borrow her son for a few hours. Also, my thanks goes out to Tyson for providing such great company via his insightful and witty conversation.
Sitting in traffic, my little buddy talked about flying out of the traffic like a super hero which is a grand idea as we would travel fast. However, I had suggested that if we could put our arms out of the window and have the right aerodynamic shape and strength, we could lift off with the car. This brought us into another discussion.
Ah, the conversation with my young friend was interesting as we discussed molecular transfer from point A to B with a glitch. We imagined a transfer pod like that on “Star Trek” with a glitch similar to that of “The Fly.” This is where our imagination differed from those stories. Much like the transporter in “Star Trek,” a being (one of us) could be molecularly broken down and transferred to another place and, much like “The Fly,” something else would go along in the breakdown. The question brought forth stories as the to the end product of molecular bonding with that of another specie. However, UNLIKE “The Fly,” the molecular bonding result would be an immediate metamorphoses.
He asked me what I would want to transfer with to become a part of and I told him a spider. Although this was detailed out in discussion, I won’t do that here. My little buddy is a curious child who reads and asks questions. He also has a good imagination. Before dropping him off, I told him that he is special in that he thinks about many things where as many children do not. He was told that what he possesses is a great quality and that he should always feed that quality with more information to grow on. In my heart of hearts, I believe that he will feed his mind well. ~ Maggie ~ February 7, 2009 @ 9:40 p.m. EST
It is hoped that I can share my encyclopedias with him as well as many books that he may find interesting. Where one has interest, one will gather information with ease. Thanks goes to my friend Angel for letting me borrow her son for a few hours. Also, my thanks goes out to Tyson for providing such great company via his insightful and witty conversation.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
REAL LOVE...
My friend from Germany is someone I love with a full heart because of his being. He can bring forth tears and pondering with mere words. The tears are not of hurt: they are tears of joy or acknowledgment from literature or communication. It is free flowing emotion on both ends. My friend understands distance and lack of communication YET we communicate. His letters written by his hand are reviewed now and again, and one must still be answered. In that respect, I am a bad friend, but he understands me. In reading a communication that he sent me today in response to one I sent him, I get hit with that REAL feel of LOVE. What do I love about him? I love his purity, his rebellion, his words, his mind, his understanding ways, his look on life, and love. I love everything about him.
He is young, but his philosophic mind is like that of one that has been here long before. Our ties are in our friendship and our friendship will supercede all else as that is the way of it. We both know we will love each other forever and we are happy with that knowledge. To those of you who think of this as a romantic kind of love, do think of romantic in the way it is used by poets, writers, artists, musicians, philosophers, and anyone who sees past what is presently viewed as romantic. See the idealism instead. Uwe, you are my comrade always! I love you now and forever! ~ Maggie ~ February 4, 2009 @ 4:49 p.m.
He is young, but his philosophic mind is like that of one that has been here long before. Our ties are in our friendship and our friendship will supercede all else as that is the way of it. We both know we will love each other forever and we are happy with that knowledge. To those of you who think of this as a romantic kind of love, do think of romantic in the way it is used by poets, writers, artists, musicians, philosophers, and anyone who sees past what is presently viewed as romantic. See the idealism instead. Uwe, you are my comrade always! I love you now and forever! ~ Maggie ~ February 4, 2009 @ 4:49 p.m.
VD and Suckers...
As you all know Valentine’s Day is about to lurk its ugly head out and make suckers out of most of you. Why? It is because you fall into the pattern of capitalistic and unrealistic relationship pressure.
Women, do you feel unloved if forgotten on VD? Men, do you feel pressured to buy on VD or you will have to listen to the WHINE factor because all her friends got something and she didn’t?
Women, are you so shallow that you NEED bonbons, hearts, and cards on this day from your man to prove his love? Men, are you so shallow that you NEED to run out and buy shit to prove your love? That is not love so pay attention. You are participating in a bogus event. IF you really love someone, you don’t wait for the holidays to prove your love by buying bogus bullshit for your sweetie nor should your sweetie expect you to buy her bogus bullshit. If you love someone, you have been proving by giving your love all year. Right? Then again, how many of you really love?
Not for anything, if you give your love all year round in the most real sense of the meaning, the bogus bullshit that VD represents will not mean shit to you. Hey, if you wanted to show your love on VD, then give of yourself. Oh wait...if you do that and your sweetie is only WANTING something other than love like material objects, then you are fucked. Get those wallets out boys and be prepared to kiss some ass. You only have 10 tens days left.
In a way I kind of like this day as it shows who is real and who isn’t. Ah, most relationships are not real so it will kind of be like “I AM A SUCKER” day. Could you folks stamp that on your forehead so I can laugh at you?
As I close this, I wish all you suckers a happy VD and hope that one day all y’all get real. However, I won’t hold my breath as I might turn blue. ~ Maggie ~ February 4, 2009 @ 7:32 a.m. EST
Women, do you feel unloved if forgotten on VD? Men, do you feel pressured to buy on VD or you will have to listen to the WHINE factor because all her friends got something and she didn’t?
Women, are you so shallow that you NEED bonbons, hearts, and cards on this day from your man to prove his love? Men, are you so shallow that you NEED to run out and buy shit to prove your love? That is not love so pay attention. You are participating in a bogus event. IF you really love someone, you don’t wait for the holidays to prove your love by buying bogus bullshit for your sweetie nor should your sweetie expect you to buy her bogus bullshit. If you love someone, you have been proving by giving your love all year. Right? Then again, how many of you really love?
Not for anything, if you give your love all year round in the most real sense of the meaning, the bogus bullshit that VD represents will not mean shit to you. Hey, if you wanted to show your love on VD, then give of yourself. Oh wait...if you do that and your sweetie is only WANTING something other than love like material objects, then you are fucked. Get those wallets out boys and be prepared to kiss some ass. You only have 10 tens days left.
In a way I kind of like this day as it shows who is real and who isn’t. Ah, most relationships are not real so it will kind of be like “I AM A SUCKER” day. Could you folks stamp that on your forehead so I can laugh at you?
As I close this, I wish all you suckers a happy VD and hope that one day all y’all get real. However, I won’t hold my breath as I might turn blue. ~ Maggie ~ February 4, 2009 @ 7:32 a.m. EST
Monday, February 2, 2009
What we’ve got here...
When looking into a fire many colors are seen. The colors one may see are red, orange, yellow, blue, and white. Of course the hottest is the blue or white fire. Then again, what are the coldest colors? Light blue represents cool as does white with a hue of blue represent cold. White is not really a color.
Fire has a symmetry to it. It has a top, bottom, left, and right. Imagine if you will taking your arm and placing it where you think it is hot only to really know how cold it is? Would there be risk of burn? What if said this way: Lets say you know someone does not really give a damn or two flying fucks, would anything you do make a difference in their demeanor toward you or about themselves? What is your risk of getting burned by them which is really you burning yourself? If there is no fire, you can’t get burned. The fire has to exist in symmetry in order to burn.
One of my best sayings is you have to burn to learn. Not for anything, getting burned is good for you. However, if you are cold to the matter, all the heat in the world won’t make a damned snowflake melt. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2009 @ 9:31 p.m. EST
Fire has a symmetry to it. It has a top, bottom, left, and right. Imagine if you will taking your arm and placing it where you think it is hot only to really know how cold it is? Would there be risk of burn? What if said this way: Lets say you know someone does not really give a damn or two flying fucks, would anything you do make a difference in their demeanor toward you or about themselves? What is your risk of getting burned by them which is really you burning yourself? If there is no fire, you can’t get burned. The fire has to exist in symmetry in order to burn.
One of my best sayings is you have to burn to learn. Not for anything, getting burned is good for you. However, if you are cold to the matter, all the heat in the world won’t make a damned snowflake melt. ~ Maggie ~ February 2, 2009 @ 9:31 p.m. EST
When you know...
Signs are all around if you pay attention. A sign or symbol only stands for something, but that does not necessarily make it that which it stands for. Thus the reading of this and that will not be plastered in black and white as it would be too obvious. Cloaked is what the sign or symbol believes it is. Would you go for that? A sign/symbol covers the core of what it is pasted to, painted to, or shaped to be by drawing your attention. What appears is not always what is. Be thee not fooled. Something other than the advertisement on the billboard or the word(s)/shape on/of the street sign exist, however, you have to see past what initially draws your attention. It only takes a second to make the realization, but that second is worth it.
When reading signs, it is also handy to have a thermometer as well so that you may UNDERSTAND the hot or cold aspects of its properties. A patient individual who knows that the sign is but a cloak and the temperature reading without the proper instrument will be wrong, should take the time to disassemble the parts to find out what are its properties and what holds it together and why.
Behavior dictates that most humans do not like to read lengthy pieces nor do they like to read the fine print. It is rather like the bible toting. People rather just be told what it is about than to read and examine the works for themselves. Ahem–I have my electron microscope out. ~ Arachne ~ February 2, 2009 @ 12:16 a.m.
NOTE: Writers can and do sometimes use words or metaphors to cover or state what they really mean. Do I really mean a sign or symbol or is that too a sign or symbol for something other than what I state? Signs/symbols could also be reflections in pos or neg form. Now play with it.
When reading signs, it is also handy to have a thermometer as well so that you may UNDERSTAND the hot or cold aspects of its properties. A patient individual who knows that the sign is but a cloak and the temperature reading without the proper instrument will be wrong, should take the time to disassemble the parts to find out what are its properties and what holds it together and why.
Behavior dictates that most humans do not like to read lengthy pieces nor do they like to read the fine print. It is rather like the bible toting. People rather just be told what it is about than to read and examine the works for themselves. Ahem–I have my electron microscope out. ~ Arachne ~ February 2, 2009 @ 12:16 a.m.
NOTE: Writers can and do sometimes use words or metaphors to cover or state what they really mean. Do I really mean a sign or symbol or is that too a sign or symbol for something other than what I state? Signs/symbols could also be reflections in pos or neg form. Now play with it.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Pondering the Reality~
Take me for no fool. I have gauged the reality and it has been greatly pondered. Only a fool would not see ahead and behind to draw the circle that encompasses all. If one is not aware to take into consideration reinforcement/extinguishment of self and other(s) behavior(s) that work/do not work, one will err in similar fashion time and time again. What is the fun of that? That is like playing Monopoly and being stuck in jail while everyone else is going around the board collecting their $200 upon passing go OR trying to ram your face through a concrete wall only to bloody your face with every attempt. What is life if not a place to learn and grow? Try. Try again works sometimes, but it really depends on the dice and who is playing.
Reality–it is rather multifaceted and glitters a spectrum of color depending on how you move the crystal. If you so choose, the colors could be ripe for the picking or they could be mild and easily looked past without amazement. I would rather be amazed.
Glory to toys! Playing with life is like playing a game in which you choose the best path to win. Of course you play selfishly, but not in a fashion that would make your opponent or opponents quit. However, if they do quit, you could always play with yourself.
Fashion dons what is expected and sometimes what is not. Is it fashionable to wear short pants in a naked society? No. However, would you be distinguished from the lot? You bet. Adapt for reasons of reasonableness, but so long as they are for SELF. ~ Maggie February 1, 2009 @ a time unknown.
Reality–it is rather multifaceted and glitters a spectrum of color depending on how you move the crystal. If you so choose, the colors could be ripe for the picking or they could be mild and easily looked past without amazement. I would rather be amazed.
Glory to toys! Playing with life is like playing a game in which you choose the best path to win. Of course you play selfishly, but not in a fashion that would make your opponent or opponents quit. However, if they do quit, you could always play with yourself.
Fashion dons what is expected and sometimes what is not. Is it fashionable to wear short pants in a naked society? No. However, would you be distinguished from the lot? You bet. Adapt for reasons of reasonableness, but so long as they are for SELF. ~ Maggie February 1, 2009 @ a time unknown.
Works
Not a great many words are exchanged nor has there ever been. Three years has past, yet there is something in his style that still holds my eye. I find him a rather quiet soul, but there is an inner fire and fury that burns and attracts me. He is the type of guy who I would let clip my wing and then chase him with the very scissors only to have him grab them back. Hum.
I have seen his works over time and the works seem to grow. How amazed I was to see his latest endeavor that left me rather breathless. Ah, the craft. Aye, he wields words well too, but alas those first words are long gone yet remembered although not verbatim. The words without a face are what got me. Eventually, the face was there as was all else for the view. Previous works such as stone and nature shots and I marked my amazement. However, I give a grand BRAVO and BELLISIMO to his new achievement done in grand design! What a welcomed share.
Hands...I noticed a long time back...his hands. From the perspective of an artist, I would want to draw them. Their design is though chiseled from stone.
Although I have not in all this time met him, it is my belief based on all known data about self and what I can draw from him that we would be EXPLOSIVE. Explosive can mean many things. I don’t think that we would see eye to eye and there would probably be some friction as he has been known to be ornery, but he has not seen my ornery. I am VERY selective with my ornery characteristic. Life is not over yet and neither are the possibilities. ~ Maggie ~ February 1, 2009 @ a time unknown.
I have seen his works over time and the works seem to grow. How amazed I was to see his latest endeavor that left me rather breathless. Ah, the craft. Aye, he wields words well too, but alas those first words are long gone yet remembered although not verbatim. The words without a face are what got me. Eventually, the face was there as was all else for the view. Previous works such as stone and nature shots and I marked my amazement. However, I give a grand BRAVO and BELLISIMO to his new achievement done in grand design! What a welcomed share.
Hands...I noticed a long time back...his hands. From the perspective of an artist, I would want to draw them. Their design is though chiseled from stone.
Although I have not in all this time met him, it is my belief based on all known data about self and what I can draw from him that we would be EXPLOSIVE. Explosive can mean many things. I don’t think that we would see eye to eye and there would probably be some friction as he has been known to be ornery, but he has not seen my ornery. I am VERY selective with my ornery characteristic. Life is not over yet and neither are the possibilities. ~ Maggie ~ February 1, 2009 @ a time unknown.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Hunger~
The focus of my power can only lie within as I don't have and don't want to have power over another/others. It is for another/others to have power over themselves. However, it is hoped that the power that is gained is understood and not made a power over another/others. That would defeat the purpose of freedom.
Were thou not told never to feed the wild animals?
THE HUNGER...
Thou hast fed an animal of the wild
And thus the animal now hungers
With an almost insatiable appetite
Perhaps thou had not known that I was wild
How shall I describe the hunger? The hunger is like a burning sensation that rouses the senses from darkened places. Each morsel that was given was tracked and marked and now the bar has risen. Ah, each equestrian jump is higher than the last is it not? Art not the maneuvers more complex? Aye.
Is the hunger for that of food? Nay, but nonetheless thou hast fed a wild animal and hast allowed the animal fresh meat. That being said, I HUNGER for more. It is hoped that I feed to my delight both in the day and in the night. Fortunately, my appetite did not wean off with the passing years. Tis my self appointed gift. You would think that by now my desire would lessen or that my mind would be more tranquil in thought. Again the word that comes to mind is NAY. Tis a horse who nays away the day in clover fields, but be she mare? Aye. What stallion does she eye for the sake of a mate? Be he wild? Aye. My practice has always been that should my nostrils flare and the hot moist breath escape them, I would take to the mount and feed as that is my beast. The animal within. It is well known that a horse does not eat meat, but wolves do. ~ Maggie ~ January 29, 2009 @ 1:29 a.m. EST
Were thou not told never to feed the wild animals?
THE HUNGER...
Thou hast fed an animal of the wild
And thus the animal now hungers
With an almost insatiable appetite
Perhaps thou had not known that I was wild
How shall I describe the hunger? The hunger is like a burning sensation that rouses the senses from darkened places. Each morsel that was given was tracked and marked and now the bar has risen. Ah, each equestrian jump is higher than the last is it not? Art not the maneuvers more complex? Aye.
Is the hunger for that of food? Nay, but nonetheless thou hast fed a wild animal and hast allowed the animal fresh meat. That being said, I HUNGER for more. It is hoped that I feed to my delight both in the day and in the night. Fortunately, my appetite did not wean off with the passing years. Tis my self appointed gift. You would think that by now my desire would lessen or that my mind would be more tranquil in thought. Again the word that comes to mind is NAY. Tis a horse who nays away the day in clover fields, but be she mare? Aye. What stallion does she eye for the sake of a mate? Be he wild? Aye. My practice has always been that should my nostrils flare and the hot moist breath escape them, I would take to the mount and feed as that is my beast. The animal within. It is well known that a horse does not eat meat, but wolves do. ~ Maggie ~ January 29, 2009 @ 1:29 a.m. EST
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Crag
Rest dear soul whose minimum dost break the tide
Lining white ways of blue azure foam
Wrestling moon for wave of thither
Rock bound and clad but for a moment
Speak of elegant motion
Clash and splash gayly
Night falls and winds rise
Higher to pitch black seas rise
Noise sounding roar of oar
Vessel splatter upon the shore... ~ Maggie ~ January 28, 2009 @ 7:14 p.m. EST
Lining white ways of blue azure foam
Wrestling moon for wave of thither
Rock bound and clad but for a moment
Speak of elegant motion
Clash and splash gayly
Night falls and winds rise
Higher to pitch black seas rise
Noise sounding roar of oar
Vessel splatter upon the shore... ~ Maggie ~ January 28, 2009 @ 7:14 p.m. EST
Seasons In The Abyss
Seasons in the Abyss is a great song, but it is also a great idea. Imagine a dreamlike state where the greatest point of gravitational pull gives way and a falling occurs. All that surrounds you will be darkened, you may or may not feel the velocity at which you fall. Let’s say you feel a tremendous pull and your hair is flying backward and your clothes are all puffed out as if you had jumped out of a plane, only you can’t see the puff. You can’t even see the nose on your face much less your own arm(s). Perhaps you may feel a sense of fear in that you know not what will happen next, however, what if after what appears like 5 minutes (it could be 10 seconds, but time will not be something you will be aware of in full unless you have a big glow in the dark clock) you decide to have some fun with this event. Who knows, it could be your last and you won’t have to worry about feeling foolish at the playfulness of your nature as no one will see you as you can’t even see yourself. Okay, let’s say you decide you want to roll around in the space or dive down instead of doing the horizontal (if in fact you are horizontal) looking whose knows where as there is no sky, walls, or ground. All you have is the feeling of your own body and the sense experience of falling along with all the thoughts (if any) that are running through your head. You could be Superman even with your eyes open as you envision flying into a city to catch the bad guys, or you could be Peter Pan flying off to do battle with Captain Hook, or you are Alice in Wonderland and imagine you will catch the rabbit when you reach the bottom of the rabbit hole. Of course these are stories you are familiar with, but let’s say you decide just to be you. In all the darkness of the abyss that you have fallen into, time and space no longer exist. If you cannot see yourself, how do you know that you exist? Is it because you are thinking and imagine you feel a velocity of sort due to the rushing of air around your supposed body? Let’s now remove the rushing air and leave a calm weightless feeling. Now let’s us go one step further. What if you did not see that truck coming and death was instantaneous? Would you know the difference? Tis but a question. Other questions arise as well. How long is a season in the abyss and what would you make of it? You now have an environmental and physical tabula rasa of sorts. Do with it what you will. ~ Maggie ~ January 28, 2009 @ 5:16 p.m. EST
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
What is love and happiness: A personal perspective
In order to address this matter, I will look at self love and self happiness.
The love of self is most important for if one does not love self, one cannot love another or others with a full heart. Taking this one step further, if love of self is not there, the individual who lacks self-love will look for love from another/others hoping to fill their void. What occurs is a only a temporary fix for their self-love deficit. Like a junkie needing a fix, a person who does not love self will take whatever love is offered to them, but they will not have the capacity to love in return nor sustain what love is bestowed upon them as they understand it not. They accept love strictly for self gratification and nothing more. Therefore, how can one who lacks self-love love another in return? Love cannot be returned as there is little to none for self much less that to give to another/others.
The problematic scenario for the person who lacks self-love is once the love from another/others is removed, the individual lacking self-love will feel a greater void/hurt than the person who experiences a similar removal, but who loves themselves. The difference lies in that the person who loves self feels more whole. Although the person who loves self will miss the company and sharing of their love, their bounce back will be easier. Whereas the person who lacks self-love will feel that a part of them has been taken away. Unfortunately, that is not the case. The part that is now missing was missing at the start. It is possible that feelings of worthlessness will be felt not having self worth in the first place. When you love self, you place a high value on self worth.
Happiness is something that lies within and cannot be obtained from a material object(s) or another/other subject(s). Granted, the presence of a certain object(s) or the presence of a certain subject(s) could please a person, however, the base of the happiness lies not within an object(s) or subject(s) presence. If one had to base their happiness on exterior factors such as material goods or other people it would be dreadful. What if one could not have the same type of income, vehicle, home, vacation, or sneakers as a friend or family member? Should that be a reason for unhappiness? Does money and object/material gain provide a body with joy or happiness? Maybe for time, but then what? What happens when the job is lost, the vehicle is broken down, the home is repossessed, the vacation passed 10 years ago, and the sneakers are hanging from a telephone wire? Well what happens then?
As far as a subject(s) goes, what if your sole happiness depended on another person(s) and that person(s) just up and died or moved away forever? Should you follow in death or move? Would you then not know what happiness lies within the individual called YOU? What if the subject or subjects are miserable? Even if you love them, the misery is not worth your happiness to make them happy is it? Misery does love company. However, you could technically transfer your positively charged happy energy to the negatively charged unhappy individual, but it is up to the receiver to maintain their own happiness. If they love themselves, they will keep themselves happy in a non object and non subject way.
Ah hell, I guess love and happiness tie in like a big pink bow. The only one who will love you and give you the happiness that you deserve is YOU and no one other than YOU. You in turn can share your love and happiness with others. Wee ha! That is amazing. ~ Maggie ~ January 27, 2009 @ 3:45 p.m. EST
The love of self is most important for if one does not love self, one cannot love another or others with a full heart. Taking this one step further, if love of self is not there, the individual who lacks self-love will look for love from another/others hoping to fill their void. What occurs is a only a temporary fix for their self-love deficit. Like a junkie needing a fix, a person who does not love self will take whatever love is offered to them, but they will not have the capacity to love in return nor sustain what love is bestowed upon them as they understand it not. They accept love strictly for self gratification and nothing more. Therefore, how can one who lacks self-love love another in return? Love cannot be returned as there is little to none for self much less that to give to another/others.
The problematic scenario for the person who lacks self-love is once the love from another/others is removed, the individual lacking self-love will feel a greater void/hurt than the person who experiences a similar removal, but who loves themselves. The difference lies in that the person who loves self feels more whole. Although the person who loves self will miss the company and sharing of their love, their bounce back will be easier. Whereas the person who lacks self-love will feel that a part of them has been taken away. Unfortunately, that is not the case. The part that is now missing was missing at the start. It is possible that feelings of worthlessness will be felt not having self worth in the first place. When you love self, you place a high value on self worth.
Happiness is something that lies within and cannot be obtained from a material object(s) or another/other subject(s). Granted, the presence of a certain object(s) or the presence of a certain subject(s) could please a person, however, the base of the happiness lies not within an object(s) or subject(s) presence. If one had to base their happiness on exterior factors such as material goods or other people it would be dreadful. What if one could not have the same type of income, vehicle, home, vacation, or sneakers as a friend or family member? Should that be a reason for unhappiness? Does money and object/material gain provide a body with joy or happiness? Maybe for time, but then what? What happens when the job is lost, the vehicle is broken down, the home is repossessed, the vacation passed 10 years ago, and the sneakers are hanging from a telephone wire? Well what happens then?
As far as a subject(s) goes, what if your sole happiness depended on another person(s) and that person(s) just up and died or moved away forever? Should you follow in death or move? Would you then not know what happiness lies within the individual called YOU? What if the subject or subjects are miserable? Even if you love them, the misery is not worth your happiness to make them happy is it? Misery does love company. However, you could technically transfer your positively charged happy energy to the negatively charged unhappy individual, but it is up to the receiver to maintain their own happiness. If they love themselves, they will keep themselves happy in a non object and non subject way.
Ah hell, I guess love and happiness tie in like a big pink bow. The only one who will love you and give you the happiness that you deserve is YOU and no one other than YOU. You in turn can share your love and happiness with others. Wee ha! That is amazing. ~ Maggie ~ January 27, 2009 @ 3:45 p.m. EST
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Messages and Symbols?
Contemplating reason for a seasonal gift, a man sitting two seats over from me told me out of the seeming blue that they were turning the tape over. He said “they” were playing “Santa Clause Is Coming To Town” and he asked me if I heard it. There was no music playing in my ears from the waiting room I was in but he said something to the effect that they were turning the tape over. When I asked him what is on the other side of the tape, he responded that the New Year was over. I agreed, but still asked what was on the other side of the tape. Call it morbid curiosity as I wanted to know what he heard. Listen carefully I did in the event that there was music playing that my own thoughts had drowned out while thinking about the gift and its purpose. Why that particular book me thought? Why that particular subject matter from that particular author? Nonetheless, there was no music playing. He never did tell me what was on the other side of the tape that was supposedly being turned over. He spoke of the return of the geese and stated that they are becoming dependent on humans thus losing their own survival skills. We spoke of trees in early bloom as well as the ability to spot one of our own. He knew me and I knew he, but we knew not each other. Names were exchanged and hands were shook and I was left with questions about the man “a-cross” the river’s words.
This event really took place today. In my own mind I questioned the sanity of the individual, but at the same time, I didn’t. What if he was a messenger of sorts as what was on my mind had to do with an xmas present from a supposed “Secret Santa?” I use the word “supposed” in my previous sentence as I know whom the gift was inadvertently from, but know not who chose this particular book from this particular author dealing with this particular subject: symbols. On the gift card it said “From: Secret Santa.” From mind to hand and then delivery...there I question. I was sitting there wondering why a book on symbols and why from Jung. In addition, why was the book a book on psychology and not on another subject matter such as physics, history, politics, philosophy, art, law, or classical literature. Why? The night before, I had asked my “Santa” why and he stated that “you are interested in psychology.” That is true as that is what my degree is in, however, I also read other subjects as he well knows. The tape in my head was thinking about Santa’s choice of genre. In a way the tape has turned as xmas is over and Santa’s gift is being devoured and thought upon in the New Year despite areas of disagreement in regard to dream interpretation via symbols by ANY analyst. However, I now sit and question what is playing on the other side of the New Year? What about the returning geese and their dependence on bread? What about the trees and knowing our own? What do these symbols hold? What is the message if any? Thankfully this is not open to the arena of an analyst’s couch, but it is open to what it means to me within my own objectivity/subjectivity and not that which is or could be planted..
Meh. The doctor called at 7:13 p.m. and I have to have the fluid from my knee drained and tested. Great huh? lol What the hell right? Tis best to make light of that which could be heavy. The future unfolds in the fashion of our design. Tis light... ~ Maggie ~ January 25, 2009 @ 8:23 p.m. EST.
NOTE: I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE GRAMMATICAL OR PUNCTUATION ERRORS. This shant be fixed.
This event really took place today. In my own mind I questioned the sanity of the individual, but at the same time, I didn’t. What if he was a messenger of sorts as what was on my mind had to do with an xmas present from a supposed “Secret Santa?” I use the word “supposed” in my previous sentence as I know whom the gift was inadvertently from, but know not who chose this particular book from this particular author dealing with this particular subject: symbols. On the gift card it said “From: Secret Santa.” From mind to hand and then delivery...there I question. I was sitting there wondering why a book on symbols and why from Jung. In addition, why was the book a book on psychology and not on another subject matter such as physics, history, politics, philosophy, art, law, or classical literature. Why? The night before, I had asked my “Santa” why and he stated that “you are interested in psychology.” That is true as that is what my degree is in, however, I also read other subjects as he well knows. The tape in my head was thinking about Santa’s choice of genre. In a way the tape has turned as xmas is over and Santa’s gift is being devoured and thought upon in the New Year despite areas of disagreement in regard to dream interpretation via symbols by ANY analyst. However, I now sit and question what is playing on the other side of the New Year? What about the returning geese and their dependence on bread? What about the trees and knowing our own? What do these symbols hold? What is the message if any? Thankfully this is not open to the arena of an analyst’s couch, but it is open to what it means to me within my own objectivity/subjectivity and not that which is or could be planted..
Meh. The doctor called at 7:13 p.m. and I have to have the fluid from my knee drained and tested. Great huh? lol What the hell right? Tis best to make light of that which could be heavy. The future unfolds in the fashion of our design. Tis light... ~ Maggie ~ January 25, 2009 @ 8:23 p.m. EST.
NOTE: I DON'T CARE IF THERE ARE GRAMMATICAL OR PUNCTUATION ERRORS. This shant be fixed.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Peg~
Peg is marked. Although I would like to create a character analysis, I am not really sure where to start. Characterizing a murderous wife and her abusive husband in an old story plot was easy, however, this is different. That old story was a draft and even though the draft contained quite a bit of background information, I never did draft her end, but it is still envisioned as eye first upon the metal spiked fence. Yes I envisioned her trip. That is a pun.
Peg is different. What do I see for the future? I do not see anything worthy or fruitful and I actually find it rather sad. Pegged and pigeonholed the numbers add up to expectation. If hindsight is 20/20, what is foresight? Vision? Perhaps. Maybe it is all about human behavior and the understanding of it or perhaps it is experience. Then again, it could be a co-mingling of many things.
I do enjoy finding out what makes people tick as well as finding out where their ticktock will bring them. Ticks can be heard on some clocks marking each second and they can also be found on dogs, but a tic is also a muscle spasm. The words all sound the same, but each has a different meaning. By the way, one plus one will always be two and 10 will always be ONE. ~ Maggie ~ January 24, 2009 @ 5:38 p.m. EST
Peg is different. What do I see for the future? I do not see anything worthy or fruitful and I actually find it rather sad. Pegged and pigeonholed the numbers add up to expectation. If hindsight is 20/20, what is foresight? Vision? Perhaps. Maybe it is all about human behavior and the understanding of it or perhaps it is experience. Then again, it could be a co-mingling of many things.
I do enjoy finding out what makes people tick as well as finding out where their ticktock will bring them. Ticks can be heard on some clocks marking each second and they can also be found on dogs, but a tic is also a muscle spasm. The words all sound the same, but each has a different meaning. By the way, one plus one will always be two and 10 will always be ONE. ~ Maggie ~ January 24, 2009 @ 5:38 p.m. EST
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Thoughts and Numbers ~
"To sleep perchance to dream..." is the thought of Hamlet, but he of course speaks of death. Yet Donne also spoke of death in that it "be not proud" for it accomplishes nothing. "Waking Life" and dreaming life are akin if pondered. Are we but dreams of self? Decartes thought about this too.
Perhaps it is insane to believe that thoughts can manifest, but that is exactly what I believe. The schematics are run in my head where it is rather abstract like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle where I know it forms a picture as I see it, but I have to place the pieces together so that another can see it without looking at the box cover. It is by my own means transmitted.
Not that I know much of anything, but what are the chances of me figuring out in my head the same shit that I am just now just reading about? Math and numbers are my worst subject and I never took science save for an unfinished class in anatomy and physiology in college. By the way, I did enjoy dissecting a rat’s kidneys. They were a lovely shade of blue. What if what I am thinking conceptually, is a reality that had come to be at another time or has yet to be? I will not insinuate that I know for sure anything about which I speak, but I do find that the order of my reading is bringing to light that which I pondered a year earlier and have been trying to grasp via images in abstract vision in regard to time, reality, space, death, life, and their relation to one another.
To anyone who has been reading me, you will know that I have been looking at time and numbers not exceeding 9. It is odd that I am currently on 5's in the book by Lance Storm called The Enigma of Numbers and I skipped ahead to 9 and then 10. Ten is ONE or unity. Zero is the Uroboros or the serpent who eats its own tail. It is not a number per se. It is life and death one and the same. It came to me as zero’s, circles, and eights equating to continuum. It is also odd, that the manner in which I came to see something could only be defined as liquid mercury falling upon itself turning rainbow and then devoid of color on the last two levels being 1 and 2. From what I gather, ancient alchemists used mercury, salt, and sulphur. I don’t know why I am thinking what I think nor do I understand how and why I am going through the motions of finding an answer, except perhaps there is one. It need not be the answer for everyone, but it will be mine.
0 = Void symbolic only. More at Uroboros - no beginning - no end like a circle.
1 = Monad (point/unity/infinity) The philosopher Zeno (342-270 BC) dealt with the problem of infinity by postulating the existence of conceptual entia such as the point, which had position, but no magnitude (i.e., it had location without extension). The point could not be increased by addition, or decreased by subtraction, and therefore did not exist in actuality.
2 = Dyad = squared = circle
3 = Triad = circle
4 = Tetrad = square = circle
5 = Pentad = circle
6 = Hexad = circle
7 = Heptad ?
8 = Ogdoad = continuum and contains two 45 degree angles = 9 or circle
9 = Ennead = thrice tri or complete cycle = circle
10 = Decad forms a triangle by adding 1+2+3+4 (tetractys) as thus and it exists in religion, alchemy, biology, psychology, and PHYSICS in regard to quarks:
*
* *
* * *
* * * *
The Decad rather looks like the head of a pin or Monad. Virtual point to infinity.
The only thing I can’t figure is 7 other than it being prime and it comes to PI which occurs on MY level ONE in MY personal charts, but I did not skip ahead in the book to read up on this one. By the way, pi is 3.14159265358979323846...
When "PI[ED]" (simple past tense and past participle of pi) occurs at level 2 in time of 9, it then goes into restart on level 3 in time of 2.
Pi or ð is a mathematical constant whose value is the ratio of any circle's circumference to its diameter in Euclidean space, it is the same value as the ratio of a circle's area to the square of its radius. It is approximately equal to 3.14159 in the usual decimal notation (see the table for its representation in some other bases). Pi is one of the most important mathematical and physical constants: many formulae from mathematics, science, and engineering involve ð. Pi is an irrational number, which means that its value cannot be expressed exactly as a fraction m/n, where m and n are integers. Consequently, its decimal representation never ends or repeats. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi
Currently on page 245. ~ Maggie ~ January 21, 2009 @ 10:07 p.m. EST
Perhaps it is insane to believe that thoughts can manifest, but that is exactly what I believe. The schematics are run in my head where it is rather abstract like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle where I know it forms a picture as I see it, but I have to place the pieces together so that another can see it without looking at the box cover. It is by my own means transmitted.
Not that I know much of anything, but what are the chances of me figuring out in my head the same shit that I am just now just reading about? Math and numbers are my worst subject and I never took science save for an unfinished class in anatomy and physiology in college. By the way, I did enjoy dissecting a rat’s kidneys. They were a lovely shade of blue. What if what I am thinking conceptually, is a reality that had come to be at another time or has yet to be? I will not insinuate that I know for sure anything about which I speak, but I do find that the order of my reading is bringing to light that which I pondered a year earlier and have been trying to grasp via images in abstract vision in regard to time, reality, space, death, life, and their relation to one another.
To anyone who has been reading me, you will know that I have been looking at time and numbers not exceeding 9. It is odd that I am currently on 5's in the book by Lance Storm called The Enigma of Numbers and I skipped ahead to 9 and then 10. Ten is ONE or unity. Zero is the Uroboros or the serpent who eats its own tail. It is not a number per se. It is life and death one and the same. It came to me as zero’s, circles, and eights equating to continuum. It is also odd, that the manner in which I came to see something could only be defined as liquid mercury falling upon itself turning rainbow and then devoid of color on the last two levels being 1 and 2. From what I gather, ancient alchemists used mercury, salt, and sulphur. I don’t know why I am thinking what I think nor do I understand how and why I am going through the motions of finding an answer, except perhaps there is one. It need not be the answer for everyone, but it will be mine.
0 = Void symbolic only. More at Uroboros - no beginning - no end like a circle.
1 = Monad (point/unity/infinity) The philosopher Zeno (342-270 BC) dealt with the problem of infinity by postulating the existence of conceptual entia such as the point, which had position, but no magnitude (i.e., it had location without extension). The point could not be increased by addition, or decreased by subtraction, and therefore did not exist in actuality.
2 = Dyad = squared = circle
3 = Triad = circle
4 = Tetrad = square = circle
5 = Pentad = circle
6 = Hexad = circle
7 = Heptad ?
8 = Ogdoad = continuum and contains two 45 degree angles = 9 or circle
9 = Ennead = thrice tri or complete cycle = circle
10 = Decad forms a triangle by adding 1+2+3+4 (tetractys) as thus and it exists in religion, alchemy, biology, psychology, and PHYSICS in regard to quarks:
*
* *
* * *
* * * *
The Decad rather looks like the head of a pin or Monad. Virtual point to infinity.
The only thing I can’t figure is 7 other than it being prime and it comes to PI which occurs on MY level ONE in MY personal charts, but I did not skip ahead in the book to read up on this one. By the way, pi is 3.14159265358979323846...
When "PI[ED]" (simple past tense and past participle of pi) occurs at level 2 in time of 9, it then goes into restart on level 3 in time of 2.
Pi or ð is a mathematical constant whose value is the ratio of any circle's circumference to its diameter in Euclidean space, it is the same value as the ratio of a circle's area to the square of its radius. It is approximately equal to 3.14159 in the usual decimal notation (see the table for its representation in some other bases). Pi is one of the most important mathematical and physical constants: many formulae from mathematics, science, and engineering involve ð. Pi is an irrational number, which means that its value cannot be expressed exactly as a fraction m/n, where m and n are integers. Consequently, its decimal representation never ends or repeats. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi
Currently on page 245. ~ Maggie ~ January 21, 2009 @ 10:07 p.m. EST
Villainy Art Woman
Lily Munster of 1313 Mockingbird Lane sharpens her nail to a fine point to pierce the skin of the victim of intent. Penetration just a might for slight is enough to draw. Debauchery in thought perhaps made to flesh begat always from idea. I have tasted of thee.
My thoughts filled “his” brain an “he” created the actions. Thought to manifestation upon verbiage abstract and nothing more. Bloodlust engulfing thoughts of meager means. Ah, tis but a thought to play within the scope of this fabric I hold close to my heart. Is it I who speaks of this as thus or do I tell a story?
If said story be one of the art of villainy, let us add a swan for the glory. She lies between me and thee and I offer her up not for thee! Nay. My selfish ways are too pervasive, but perhaps that is not seen. I had thought upon myself as an offer to thee, but that would be too easy. Then again, these are just thoughts. The woman before me is but my instrument on which to wage my creative achievement. The puncture and torture for thrill. Shall you feed? Will the contorted figure provide your will with energy? Will it drive you mad? What perversions may I hold that you may not see the magnitude or scope of? Alas it lies in time, but what is time when you understand it not? Depravity is as sweet as death! Sniff the sweetness of the fallen corpse.
DeSade provides many interesting scenarios in which one could open a portal into another zone of decay or dismay for another, but what say you to another wishing it so? Is silent consent a factor for consideration? It would seem that it plays quite well at the moment. Is it I who speaks of this as thus or do I tell a story? ~ Maggie ~ January 21, 2009 @ 8:13 p.m. EST
Who is to say what is what and what has been and where. Tis only I that knows for where and there I leave it square. Adieu! *wink
My thoughts filled “his” brain an “he” created the actions. Thought to manifestation upon verbiage abstract and nothing more. Bloodlust engulfing thoughts of meager means. Ah, tis but a thought to play within the scope of this fabric I hold close to my heart. Is it I who speaks of this as thus or do I tell a story?
If said story be one of the art of villainy, let us add a swan for the glory. She lies between me and thee and I offer her up not for thee! Nay. My selfish ways are too pervasive, but perhaps that is not seen. I had thought upon myself as an offer to thee, but that would be too easy. Then again, these are just thoughts. The woman before me is but my instrument on which to wage my creative achievement. The puncture and torture for thrill. Shall you feed? Will the contorted figure provide your will with energy? Will it drive you mad? What perversions may I hold that you may not see the magnitude or scope of? Alas it lies in time, but what is time when you understand it not? Depravity is as sweet as death! Sniff the sweetness of the fallen corpse.
DeSade provides many interesting scenarios in which one could open a portal into another zone of decay or dismay for another, but what say you to another wishing it so? Is silent consent a factor for consideration? It would seem that it plays quite well at the moment. Is it I who speaks of this as thus or do I tell a story? ~ Maggie ~ January 21, 2009 @ 8:13 p.m. EST
Who is to say what is what and what has been and where. Tis only I that knows for where and there I leave it square. Adieu! *wink
Monday, January 19, 2009
We Touch
I sense the pale blue of his shades whose expansion touches me. We relate in a relative way, but what if not relative at all, but defying time/space? Our conversations are magnetic yet not static. Imagine attached mode without freedom? Nay! Air fuels fire in a stir and we absorb the exchange of information.
Ah, the fresh breath that is breathed into me with words. Simple words. We speak of love in regard to opposite sexes and I question the reality or meaningfulness of its nature. Is it in fact meaningful? Is it our age or the age that we are in that create things as thus? Alas, we are left to ponder.
For the record, I would like to note that the greatest joys are the sorrows that produce works. The works are a display of passion. I feel his sorrow and I see his works. ~ Maggie ~ January 19, 2009 @ 12:57 p.m. EST
Ah, the fresh breath that is breathed into me with words. Simple words. We speak of love in regard to opposite sexes and I question the reality or meaningfulness of its nature. Is it in fact meaningful? Is it our age or the age that we are in that create things as thus? Alas, we are left to ponder.
For the record, I would like to note that the greatest joys are the sorrows that produce works. The works are a display of passion. I feel his sorrow and I see his works. ~ Maggie ~ January 19, 2009 @ 12:57 p.m. EST
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Steady Now With Holes...
This post will be removed in three days time.
Days back...a finding. What I had thought to be was not. The paper before me showed me. Words spoken this day provided more holes. Nothing but holes! Fragments...fragmented. The puzzle is puzzling. Who am I? I am me. When did I become? I don’t know. The idea that so many holes exist have me ponder and wonder. Small dots dot the scene of my reality. The Vaseline smear on the lens that I lookED through NOW ponder WHEN? WHO? Thoughts...
I hum to the idea that so much had slipped. Does it bother me that I have come to view holes? Not really even though it makes my history different. In what clarity do I see things now? Did I truly wake when I thought? Perhaps I did not wake until the number as there is steady recollection from that point in detailed form. It rather reminds me of the 70's, 80's, and 90's when strength and smarts were utilized at the greatest level, yet the sneak of the weak was sometimes holding frayed remnants.
To me, whomever I may be at this/in this space/time continuum, you are okay kiddo as you can rationalize and explore what is missing. You can see “now-self” doing that, but you can’t remember the holes. Admission to ability equates to stability. True form.
This person that I feel in the now is the combo of two out of three. One dead and buried. Gone. Never forgotten. Never remembered. Holes.
The sketch goes back to the starting point of the pencil...virtual. When asked if present observations in objective and subjective form note differences, the answer was no. I am steady. Steady now with holes. Happy am I. ~ Maggie ~ Monday January 18, 2009 @ 12:45 a.m. EST
Days back...a finding. What I had thought to be was not. The paper before me showed me. Words spoken this day provided more holes. Nothing but holes! Fragments...fragmented. The puzzle is puzzling. Who am I? I am me. When did I become? I don’t know. The idea that so many holes exist have me ponder and wonder. Small dots dot the scene of my reality. The Vaseline smear on the lens that I lookED through NOW ponder WHEN? WHO? Thoughts...
I hum to the idea that so much had slipped. Does it bother me that I have come to view holes? Not really even though it makes my history different. In what clarity do I see things now? Did I truly wake when I thought? Perhaps I did not wake until the number as there is steady recollection from that point in detailed form. It rather reminds me of the 70's, 80's, and 90's when strength and smarts were utilized at the greatest level, yet the sneak of the weak was sometimes holding frayed remnants.
To me, whomever I may be at this/in this space/time continuum, you are okay kiddo as you can rationalize and explore what is missing. You can see “now-self” doing that, but you can’t remember the holes. Admission to ability equates to stability. True form.
This person that I feel in the now is the combo of two out of three. One dead and buried. Gone. Never forgotten. Never remembered. Holes.
The sketch goes back to the starting point of the pencil...virtual. When asked if present observations in objective and subjective form note differences, the answer was no. I am steady. Steady now with holes. Happy am I. ~ Maggie ~ Monday January 18, 2009 @ 12:45 a.m. EST
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I AM LOKI
LOKEY is a name be bound
Of blood within my veins
From where it came tis but a guess
Scotland or norther ground
Could this be of Viking lore
Of twisted fate be mine?
Of a god untamed
From once was named
A clan under a mound?
Believe me not of goddesses
Nor gods
As they are fanciful tales
From OUR minds we gave them life
They did not breathe into WE
She nods...
Bearing art of convenience’s sake
Laden blame upon others of naught
From of the feeble of mind and heart
Until they do awake
Excuses!
Of good and evil do we fare
The creation of ourselves
Tis I only ruling I...I am my own god
“I” be a living being
A creator of all things ~ Maggie ~ January 17, 2009 @ 7:16 p.m. EST
Of blood within my veins
From where it came tis but a guess
Scotland or norther ground
Could this be of Viking lore
Of twisted fate be mine?
Of a god untamed
From once was named
A clan under a mound?
Believe me not of goddesses
Nor gods
As they are fanciful tales
From OUR minds we gave them life
They did not breathe into WE
She nods...
Bearing art of convenience’s sake
Laden blame upon others of naught
From of the feeble of mind and heart
Until they do awake
Excuses!
Of good and evil do we fare
The creation of ourselves
Tis I only ruling I...I am my own god
“I” be a living being
A creator of all things ~ Maggie ~ January 17, 2009 @ 7:16 p.m. EST
Friday, January 16, 2009
Words From My Baby~
While cleaning my house I came across an old notepad of mine from approximately fall of 2007. In it, my daughter wrote the most beautiful and honest words to me. I share them now:
My mommy is the prettiest nicest mommy who listens (leesins (*private joke)) and understands. Even though we don’t get along and she has no manners, I still love her and wish she lived closer so we could chill more. I love you and will miss you.
Love Nikki
WOW! I love my kid and this sure put a smile on my old face! ~ Maggie ~ Jan. 16, 2009 @ 8:41 p.m. EST
My mommy is the prettiest nicest mommy who listens (leesins (*private joke)) and understands. Even though we don’t get along and she has no manners, I still love her and wish she lived closer so we could chill more. I love you and will miss you.
Love Nikki
WOW! I love my kid and this sure put a smile on my old face! ~ Maggie ~ Jan. 16, 2009 @ 8:41 p.m. EST
Thursday, January 15, 2009
O Woman, I Feel For You~
O woman of soft heart and wild vibrations, I feel for you. It is oft that my nature is one of cold hardness which seems soul lacking, but that is my armor and I wear it well. I do feel for you and your circumstances and my heart does go out to you. In your shoes I have walked and learned many lessons along the way in regard to males. However, my foundation began long before my era of male/female relations. Do not think that I do not hurt or cry over events that have transpired. I have and I do. Do not think that my heart has not been torn as it has, but I can turn self. You see each lash upon my heart takes something away and creates a modification of behavior that suits me with an added thickness so that penetration THERE cannot occur again. When and if the heart is completely covered, it is as though it does not exist. This extent has only occurred twice for me to which there came the ice and the uncaring nature of my beast that did not cry and did not care. The love is still be there, but it morphed into stories that I will remember for all time: stories that added to my fiber to shed light on others in the form of awareness of SELF.
There is a beauty in love with the ups and downs of it all. The wider one’s shoulders are, the easier it is to bear it and to create from it.
I do love him with all my heart, but I love myself too. Perhaps that is the secret of my success if it can be called that. I do not refer to success in the art of love, I refer to success in the art of life. I need not of another to be fulfilled as I have fulfilled self. Loving another just enhances life and allows for a sharing experience. ~ Maggie ~ January 15, 2009 @ 6:01 p.m.
There is a beauty in love with the ups and downs of it all. The wider one’s shoulders are, the easier it is to bear it and to create from it.
I do love him with all my heart, but I love myself too. Perhaps that is the secret of my success if it can be called that. I do not refer to success in the art of love, I refer to success in the art of life. I need not of another to be fulfilled as I have fulfilled self. Loving another just enhances life and allows for a sharing experience. ~ Maggie ~ January 15, 2009 @ 6:01 p.m.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Green Eyed Monsters~
What upon creation dwells
In heart of man for such?
Provoking hopes of war?
Ugly heads that may arise
Only to be stricken by one who acknowledges
Monsters are within by whatever means
Created by some for jolly gain
But alas I know from where monsters dwell
Twas I in another time
To quote self: Jealousy makes monsters out of ordinary men
Thus a monster never again shall I be
Level is the playing field
Tis not yet a killing field
Never shall I war for a victory false
Yet border crossed upon my person
Allows for the slaying of the creation ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 2:10 p.m. EST
In heart of man for such?
Provoking hopes of war?
Ugly heads that may arise
Only to be stricken by one who acknowledges
Monsters are within by whatever means
Created by some for jolly gain
But alas I know from where monsters dwell
Twas I in another time
To quote self: Jealousy makes monsters out of ordinary men
Thus a monster never again shall I be
Level is the playing field
Tis not yet a killing field
Never shall I war for a victory false
Yet border crossed upon my person
Allows for the slaying of the creation ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 2:10 p.m. EST
Intent~
Intent on meaning
I spy within my eye test grounds not yet covered
But nonetheless started
Tis but normal to begin in the beginning for surety’s sake
But alas reckless was I
The now holds tomorrow’s key
As the play of plays begins
Tis where all factors count
Tis where value is sought
I seek not of mine own as I am aware
I seek the value of another
In the game of all or nothing
The all is the stage light where scenes are seen to come alive
The nothing is where the curtain falls or the blankness of the screen ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:54 p.m. EST
I spy within my eye test grounds not yet covered
But nonetheless started
Tis but normal to begin in the beginning for surety’s sake
But alas reckless was I
The now holds tomorrow’s key
As the play of plays begins
Tis where all factors count
Tis where value is sought
I seek not of mine own as I am aware
I seek the value of another
In the game of all or nothing
The all is the stage light where scenes are seen to come alive
The nothing is where the curtain falls or the blankness of the screen ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:54 p.m. EST
Armor~
Bearing armor plate thick
To which each battle adds metal
Thus penetrate not onto heart
As thy instrument progressively grows blunt
See thee my reason?
Allowance must be had
And allow it I shant
For what purpose I hold
Tis for mine own value
Mine own selfish endeavor
Altruistic yes! But see ye deeper
Track kept in ledger form
Of gives and takes
Rewards and stakes
Calculating moves upon a chessboard
OR
Steps upon a dance floor brazen with waltz
Gliding to the point in the wall
The Queen’s entrance to disappearance lies
Where might be the King?
Behold the next move ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:40 p.m. EST
To which each battle adds metal
Thus penetrate not onto heart
As thy instrument progressively grows blunt
See thee my reason?
Allowance must be had
And allow it I shant
For what purpose I hold
Tis for mine own value
Mine own selfish endeavor
Altruistic yes! But see ye deeper
Track kept in ledger form
Of gives and takes
Rewards and stakes
Calculating moves upon a chessboard
OR
Steps upon a dance floor brazen with waltz
Gliding to the point in the wall
The Queen’s entrance to disappearance lies
Where might be the King?
Behold the next move ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:40 p.m. EST
Untitled~
Present seen in darkened past
Candle of black burns
Illuminating fragments of fractured pieces
Strewn about by cause
The effect a mere manifestation
Held only in glance
Blood applied and stirred
Nay not by chance
But by purpose
Proposed and positioned to condition
Of where the poison lies ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:03 p.m. EST
Candle of black burns
Illuminating fragments of fractured pieces
Strewn about by cause
The effect a mere manifestation
Held only in glance
Blood applied and stirred
Nay not by chance
But by purpose
Proposed and positioned to condition
Of where the poison lies ~ Maggie ~ Penned Jan. 13, 2009 @ 12:03 p.m. EST
Monday, January 12, 2009
A TASTE OF WHINE~Sent to the whinebag.
Meh to women who are pathetic in their whine factor approach. Not methodical at all. Mercy? Fuck no! What heart have I for a whinebag? None! The ASSumptions actually brought forth a jolly as she was talking out her ass. Oh man! Under normal circumstances, such as past ones, I had a heart and would be understanding and even friendly, but these are not normal circumstances and thus it required a different response.
Men are whores. This I well know and I accept that fact Jack. Tis far better to be aware of facts then to guess and find clues and have to hurt them physically and/or psychologically for their natural behavior.
CONTEMPT lies in lies and/or slights which add up to TERMINATION.
A most interesting thing from the past...
Knowing that a certain individual was an issue, I had my issue make issue with the individual. I asked him to do this as it was a turn on for me simply because I wanted him right after the deed was done. The object of the endeavor was to plant a seed of wanting me as he was having sex with her. Oh...he couldn’t wait to come to me to tell me of his success. Details, I wanted details. He rush performed with her as the idea of my request and my waiting upon him drove him mad. Upon his arrival, questions came from my mouth as to what happened and how. As I unzipped his pants with my mouth, I told him that he lied to me and that he did not have sex with her as per my request. In stating that I did not taste her, he indicated that he MADE HER DOUCHE before hand. Had I any pity on her? No. Erin, Melissa, Joanne, and numerous others had some pity from me, but not Helen. It was nice that Helen did call me after I tossed his SMACKed up ass to the curb to tell me he died. BTW, I owe my criminal record to Helen.
Standing in a doorway, leg up against the door, and smoking a cigarette, I tell my daughter: Your father is dead! According to her, I laughed. Moo ha ha! *She lied about the laugh, but not the rest. ~ Maggie ~ January 12, 2009 @ 8:06 p.m.
Done to tune/toon: I AM WHAT I AM AND THAT IS ALL THAT I AM. I AM POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN TOOT TOOT!
Men are whores. This I well know and I accept that fact Jack. Tis far better to be aware of facts then to guess and find clues and have to hurt them physically and/or psychologically for their natural behavior.
CONTEMPT lies in lies and/or slights which add up to TERMINATION.
A most interesting thing from the past...
Knowing that a certain individual was an issue, I had my issue make issue with the individual. I asked him to do this as it was a turn on for me simply because I wanted him right after the deed was done. The object of the endeavor was to plant a seed of wanting me as he was having sex with her. Oh...he couldn’t wait to come to me to tell me of his success. Details, I wanted details. He rush performed with her as the idea of my request and my waiting upon him drove him mad. Upon his arrival, questions came from my mouth as to what happened and how. As I unzipped his pants with my mouth, I told him that he lied to me and that he did not have sex with her as per my request. In stating that I did not taste her, he indicated that he MADE HER DOUCHE before hand. Had I any pity on her? No. Erin, Melissa, Joanne, and numerous others had some pity from me, but not Helen. It was nice that Helen did call me after I tossed his SMACKed up ass to the curb to tell me he died. BTW, I owe my criminal record to Helen.
Standing in a doorway, leg up against the door, and smoking a cigarette, I tell my daughter: Your father is dead! According to her, I laughed. Moo ha ha! *She lied about the laugh, but not the rest. ~ Maggie ~ January 12, 2009 @ 8:06 p.m.
Done to tune/toon: I AM WHAT I AM AND THAT IS ALL THAT I AM. I AM POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN TOOT TOOT!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Words Explained~
I am were sands run
As they have feet
And waters fall
Not
Skies in blue thicket
Black thicket
Thorny
Starlit stares
Rise in light of my way
Flared and toned are my lead
Grappling
Stricken by gage
Hooves mark airless space
Stricken out of light
Cascade white mighty
Phased out hair blasting
Motionless not detection
I often write and do not understand what I have written as what I see and the words that come to be paint different pictures based on interpretation and/or definition. Also to, they could be well not be defined seemingly properly by me the observer in correct short form.
What is a above is a woman who rides the sky on a horse and the horse’s hooves are smashing stars with their metal or so it appears. The thorn is her shape as in similar to cone. She is a black hole (which words can also be interpreted to be something else). In this case I refer to the “dense look” at a black hole of nothingness as we do contemplate it. The apparent color thickets (density) paint darkness, but also do not show what lies below the trees. What I just stated goes deeper than what not can be seen. The smash of stars explodes bright white before dying. In this scenario water as we know it does not exist and hence does not fall or flow. Flare is the horse’s nose or fire (which too can paint different defined pictures). Depending on how you look at it, tone is pitch of sound and sound has waves or not and of tone is in color/light or not . Death is in the phase out. It is not her hair that is blasting in the wind (as there is no wind) it is the energy of that which escaped the pull). In regard to motionless, I refer to when there are no observers. There is no object or subject there just is IS. I can’t explain IS. It is a negative explosion to one. I so wish that I could explain it better.
I share the conversation which brought this particular piece’s explanation out of me.
Arachne says (7:22 PM): That is sweet. I actually took out my knife today as I thought I might have to stab someone. Meh.
He says (7:22 PM): sigh
Arachne says (7:23 PM): He was drunk and I was armed. The drunk bleed quicker. Thinned blood.
He says (7:23 PM): rofl
Arachne says (7:23 PM): However, they are hard to freeze. LOL
He says (7:23 PM): rofl
He says (7:24 PM): you know , revolution , end of world situation , you would be my first choice of companion
Arachne says (7:25 PM): Why is that? It is because I can plot? Actually, I am thinking on building my own bow and arrows.
He says (7:25 PM): because you can think straight in dire situation
He says (7:26 PM): i would not have to worry about you ,
Arachne says (7:26 PM): darling, I hatch many a scenario, but only one appears to show. I don't really like to be worried about.
He says (7:26 PM): because there’s no need to
Arachne says (7:27 PM): What would the need be if the because was answered?
He says (7:27 PM): ok , lost me here
Arachne says (7:28 PM): what would make the because for the need?
Arachne says (7:30 PM): I am making an effort to elicit an answer to the statement "I don't really like to be worried about" responding, "because there’s no need to." Do you speak about me not worrying or about no one needing to about my ass as I can care for self?
He says (7:30 PM): only stating that not only you are the tender lover , the slut , you are also the warrior
Arachne says (7:30 PM): LOL Most poetic gesture!
He says (7:31 PM): heh
He says (7:32 PM): i could be by your side, knowing that you got my back as i would have yours , but you do not need protection , you do not get in crisis confronted to a harsh situation or hard choices
Arachne says (7:33 PM): I don't fear and it does not matter what happens. I won't go down easy. HOWEVER, I can choose my own going down if I so ever desire.
He says (7:34 PM): of course
Arachne says (7:35 PM): but of course. actually one could will one's self to die by shutting down their own will to voluntarily participate in their autonomic function.
He says (7:41 PM): just linked yr blog space to a very nice person, same interests
Arachne says (7:42 PM): gee thanks. hey, did you ever write and not understand your own literature because you had to look up the words as you don't know what they meant at a glance no? I write right now, but have to decipher my own literature. It is of a woman who rides the sky on her horse.
He says (7:42 PM): are you tired right now ?
Arachne says (7:43 PM): no are you? I am writing
He says (7:43 PM): i meant for not understanding your writing not in reading state of mind
Arachne says (7:43 PM): oh no dear. I will show you what a poet sees
Arachne says (7:44 PM): I am were sands run as they have feet
And waters fall
Not
Skies in blue thicket
Black thicket
Thorny
Starlit stares
Rise in light of my way
flared and toned are my lead
Grappling
Stricken by gage
Hooves mark airless space
Stricken out of light
That is a woman on a horse riding the sky
she has a flying horse.
He says (7:45 PM): beautiful;
Arachne says (7:45 PM): word look up came in the ways of use for flared and toned...grappling as that is what the hooves are doing to stars.
Arachne says (7:46 PM): i envision it and words not familiar to my literature in other uses save for the simple my words may not see reflection in meaning. sands run like in time as time is measured I use feet
He says (7:46 PM): i enjoy that one
Arachne says (7:47 PM): no water fall in orbit as there is no gravitational pull. now do you see why i must understand my own words as they form in my brain?
He says (7:48 PM): you do it better i only read it as a spectator , you throwing visions in my head
Arachne says (7:48 PM): I am playing with literature and most readers will not see the picture I paint.
He says (7:49 PM): their loss
Arachne says (7:49 PM): i don't really care as I only write for self.
He says (7:49 PM): still
Arachne says (7:50 PM): now the use of stares as in to look at one for a long time and stairs which sounds similar but is not however it is the one that rises in height?
Arachne says (7:51 PM): and gage is a measurement spelled also gauge.
He says (7:52 PM): i would be a bad judge
Arachne says (7:52 PM): As I am. I have to understand that which I write and it comes from within and I understand it not.
He says (7:53 PM): still you are better qualified then me
Arachne says (7:53 PM): As you have helped me to define myself, I will use the story with the poem. I am not qualified at all.
~ Maggie ~ January 11, 2009 @ 9ish EST
As they have feet
And waters fall
Not
Skies in blue thicket
Black thicket
Thorny
Starlit stares
Rise in light of my way
Flared and toned are my lead
Grappling
Stricken by gage
Hooves mark airless space
Stricken out of light
Cascade white mighty
Phased out hair blasting
Motionless not detection
I often write and do not understand what I have written as what I see and the words that come to be paint different pictures based on interpretation and/or definition. Also to, they could be well not be defined seemingly properly by me the observer in correct short form.
What is a above is a woman who rides the sky on a horse and the horse’s hooves are smashing stars with their metal or so it appears. The thorn is her shape as in similar to cone. She is a black hole (which words can also be interpreted to be something else). In this case I refer to the “dense look” at a black hole of nothingness as we do contemplate it. The apparent color thickets (density) paint darkness, but also do not show what lies below the trees. What I just stated goes deeper than what not can be seen. The smash of stars explodes bright white before dying. In this scenario water as we know it does not exist and hence does not fall or flow. Flare is the horse’s nose or fire (which too can paint different defined pictures). Depending on how you look at it, tone is pitch of sound and sound has waves or not and of tone is in color/light or not . Death is in the phase out. It is not her hair that is blasting in the wind (as there is no wind) it is the energy of that which escaped the pull). In regard to motionless, I refer to when there are no observers. There is no object or subject there just is IS. I can’t explain IS. It is a negative explosion to one. I so wish that I could explain it better.
I share the conversation which brought this particular piece’s explanation out of me.
Arachne says (7:22 PM): That is sweet. I actually took out my knife today as I thought I might have to stab someone. Meh.
He says (7:22 PM): sigh
Arachne says (7:23 PM): He was drunk and I was armed. The drunk bleed quicker. Thinned blood.
He says (7:23 PM): rofl
Arachne says (7:23 PM): However, they are hard to freeze. LOL
He says (7:23 PM): rofl
He says (7:24 PM): you know , revolution , end of world situation , you would be my first choice of companion
Arachne says (7:25 PM): Why is that? It is because I can plot? Actually, I am thinking on building my own bow and arrows.
He says (7:25 PM): because you can think straight in dire situation
He says (7:26 PM): i would not have to worry about you ,
Arachne says (7:26 PM): darling, I hatch many a scenario, but only one appears to show. I don't really like to be worried about.
He says (7:26 PM): because there’s no need to
Arachne says (7:27 PM): What would the need be if the because was answered?
He says (7:27 PM): ok , lost me here
Arachne says (7:28 PM): what would make the because for the need?
Arachne says (7:30 PM): I am making an effort to elicit an answer to the statement "I don't really like to be worried about" responding, "because there’s no need to." Do you speak about me not worrying or about no one needing to about my ass as I can care for self?
He says (7:30 PM): only stating that not only you are the tender lover , the slut , you are also the warrior
Arachne says (7:30 PM): LOL Most poetic gesture!
He says (7:31 PM): heh
He says (7:32 PM): i could be by your side, knowing that you got my back as i would have yours , but you do not need protection , you do not get in crisis confronted to a harsh situation or hard choices
Arachne says (7:33 PM): I don't fear and it does not matter what happens. I won't go down easy. HOWEVER, I can choose my own going down if I so ever desire.
He says (7:34 PM): of course
Arachne says (7:35 PM): but of course. actually one could will one's self to die by shutting down their own will to voluntarily participate in their autonomic function.
He says (7:41 PM): just linked yr blog space to a very nice person, same interests
Arachne says (7:42 PM): gee thanks. hey, did you ever write and not understand your own literature because you had to look up the words as you don't know what they meant at a glance no? I write right now, but have to decipher my own literature. It is of a woman who rides the sky on her horse.
He says (7:42 PM): are you tired right now ?
Arachne says (7:43 PM): no are you? I am writing
He says (7:43 PM): i meant for not understanding your writing not in reading state of mind
Arachne says (7:43 PM): oh no dear. I will show you what a poet sees
Arachne says (7:44 PM): I am were sands run as they have feet
And waters fall
Not
Skies in blue thicket
Black thicket
Thorny
Starlit stares
Rise in light of my way
flared and toned are my lead
Grappling
Stricken by gage
Hooves mark airless space
Stricken out of light
That is a woman on a horse riding the sky
she has a flying horse.
He says (7:45 PM): beautiful;
Arachne says (7:45 PM): word look up came in the ways of use for flared and toned...grappling as that is what the hooves are doing to stars.
Arachne says (7:46 PM): i envision it and words not familiar to my literature in other uses save for the simple my words may not see reflection in meaning. sands run like in time as time is measured I use feet
He says (7:46 PM): i enjoy that one
Arachne says (7:47 PM): no water fall in orbit as there is no gravitational pull. now do you see why i must understand my own words as they form in my brain?
He says (7:48 PM): you do it better i only read it as a spectator , you throwing visions in my head
Arachne says (7:48 PM): I am playing with literature and most readers will not see the picture I paint.
He says (7:49 PM): their loss
Arachne says (7:49 PM): i don't really care as I only write for self.
He says (7:49 PM): still
Arachne says (7:50 PM): now the use of stares as in to look at one for a long time and stairs which sounds similar but is not however it is the one that rises in height?
Arachne says (7:51 PM): and gage is a measurement spelled also gauge.
He says (7:52 PM): i would be a bad judge
Arachne says (7:52 PM): As I am. I have to understand that which I write and it comes from within and I understand it not.
He says (7:53 PM): still you are better qualified then me
Arachne says (7:53 PM): As you have helped me to define myself, I will use the story with the poem. I am not qualified at all.
~ Maggie ~ January 11, 2009 @ 9ish EST
Friday, January 9, 2009
How Shall I Lament?
How shall I lament what is?
In stone etched by time
Engraved in stone upon a head
Weathered and beaten
Aye. It is done to self
Words escape not wanting to be said
But escape they do as they must
Directly speak and question
Listen to answers which come in circles not answered
Excuses come
Which hold no water like a holed container
Breath held
Seeking truth
Testing of water
Ever so slight
Twice over
Awaiting...
Dictates outcome
Pass/fail
In the all or nothing
Shall we play a game?
Will the tree bear fruit?
I leave it to chance
My heart hurts ~ Maggie ~ January 9, 2009 @ 7:51 p.m. EST
In stone etched by time
Engraved in stone upon a head
Weathered and beaten
Aye. It is done to self
Words escape not wanting to be said
But escape they do as they must
Directly speak and question
Listen to answers which come in circles not answered
Excuses come
Which hold no water like a holed container
Breath held
Seeking truth
Testing of water
Ever so slight
Twice over
Awaiting...
Dictates outcome
Pass/fail
In the all or nothing
Shall we play a game?
Will the tree bear fruit?
I leave it to chance
My heart hurts ~ Maggie ~ January 9, 2009 @ 7:51 p.m. EST
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Ads...
“Chat with mature men.” “I went from this...to this in 4 weeks. NO DIET. NO EXERCISE.” “I lost 42 Lbs in 4 Weeks.” Bah! What the fuck are they selling?
Do I look like I want to talk with a half dead mature man with no noodle? Those guys are for desperados who NEED a man because they can’t handle their own shit. Regarding a man’s noodle, I am not speaking about his penis. All males have a penis so that is a no brainer. Actually, that is their little head which really does not have a brain even though it is a little head. It does not think. Let me not stray...those mature or well off men who think their shit don’t sink are the types of suckers I like to take down a few notches. Why? Because I can. It is fun to play with their ego think thing. Yo, that is the best strike zone on a man. Especially when he thinks his shit is all that, but he is really a boring tard (as in retard) with no life. Oh, give me a life! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie! Fuck off! Gee, I am bored wanna come over? May I come over? Honestly I am busy. I have to scrub my toilet with my toothbrush and clean between my toes. Besides, my nose needs picking. Maybe another time okay? Meh!
Bitches, is yo ass fat? Look at me and spend your money trying to be me only yo fat ass will still be fat. You don’t have to diet or exercise. Nope, nope, nope. Eat cheese and stuff that face with burgers and fries and let it drop to your hips and your thighs. Don’t diet or exercise, just buy the product and wish. We the producers of the product are laughing our skinny asses off watching you spend, eat, and grow larger and more unhealthy by the moment. As the fat accumulates around your heart, we laugh. As your belly and butt swell to the point you can’t exercise and your fat engrossed heart scream to your doctor “SHE IS GOING TO DIE,” we will laugh. Why? Because you are sucker.
Little entertaining stories like the above come to mind when I see ads on any site as the ads are made for the gullible. No woman NEEDS A MAN and if you are a heifer who is stupid enough not to whip yourself into shape, you deserve what you get. Personally, I am self sufficient and do not need a man also I did lose half my body weight in about a year with sheer will. You are what you eat and if you want muscle, you have to work out. My fat ass went from a size 27 to a size 0. Yo, I was so fat I could not fit in a booth at a restaurant. Imagine wearing size 4x in a sweatshirt and only having a bit of room? Imagine having to buy a bigger car for a bigger ass? Fact Jack! Don’t worry though, you just sit on your duff hoping for Mr. Wonderful to KEEP you like a princess while you blow up or are blown up. Yeah...the ads are like smoke blown up your ass to your mind.
Whoa...do you have a scab that needs picking and infection? I so want to hone in on it and make it bloody fresh. Man, I am so glad I am me! Whaaaaa wicked! ~ Maggie a/k/a Max, Sabbath, The Widow, Arachne, and G.I. Jane. Now, kiss my ass. ~ January 7, 2009 @ 10:29 p.m. EST
Do I look like I want to talk with a half dead mature man with no noodle? Those guys are for desperados who NEED a man because they can’t handle their own shit. Regarding a man’s noodle, I am not speaking about his penis. All males have a penis so that is a no brainer. Actually, that is their little head which really does not have a brain even though it is a little head. It does not think. Let me not stray...those mature or well off men who think their shit don’t sink are the types of suckers I like to take down a few notches. Why? Because I can. It is fun to play with their ego think thing. Yo, that is the best strike zone on a man. Especially when he thinks his shit is all that, but he is really a boring tard (as in retard) with no life. Oh, give me a life! Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie! Fuck off! Gee, I am bored wanna come over? May I come over? Honestly I am busy. I have to scrub my toilet with my toothbrush and clean between my toes. Besides, my nose needs picking. Maybe another time okay? Meh!
Bitches, is yo ass fat? Look at me and spend your money trying to be me only yo fat ass will still be fat. You don’t have to diet or exercise. Nope, nope, nope. Eat cheese and stuff that face with burgers and fries and let it drop to your hips and your thighs. Don’t diet or exercise, just buy the product and wish. We the producers of the product are laughing our skinny asses off watching you spend, eat, and grow larger and more unhealthy by the moment. As the fat accumulates around your heart, we laugh. As your belly and butt swell to the point you can’t exercise and your fat engrossed heart scream to your doctor “SHE IS GOING TO DIE,” we will laugh. Why? Because you are sucker.
Little entertaining stories like the above come to mind when I see ads on any site as the ads are made for the gullible. No woman NEEDS A MAN and if you are a heifer who is stupid enough not to whip yourself into shape, you deserve what you get. Personally, I am self sufficient and do not need a man also I did lose half my body weight in about a year with sheer will. You are what you eat and if you want muscle, you have to work out. My fat ass went from a size 27 to a size 0. Yo, I was so fat I could not fit in a booth at a restaurant. Imagine wearing size 4x in a sweatshirt and only having a bit of room? Imagine having to buy a bigger car for a bigger ass? Fact Jack! Don’t worry though, you just sit on your duff hoping for Mr. Wonderful to KEEP you like a princess while you blow up or are blown up. Yeah...the ads are like smoke blown up your ass to your mind.
Whoa...do you have a scab that needs picking and infection? I so want to hone in on it and make it bloody fresh. Man, I am so glad I am me! Whaaaaa wicked! ~ Maggie a/k/a Max, Sabbath, The Widow, Arachne, and G.I. Jane. Now, kiss my ass. ~ January 7, 2009 @ 10:29 p.m. EST
What do you see?
I am about to go berserk on MYSPACE for fucking up my dates and times. This is posted Jan 7, 2009 @ 6:50 p.m. It better not fuck up again. Okay. I started off "chipper," however, this piece of shit keeps giving January 8 and 12: 50 a.m. as date and time post! MEH. WTF is time? This ass wipe junk shit fuck suck motherless whore of a site is not functioning correctly! Now I am pissed. Let me see if a three hour undercut in time works. Three hours brought me to 7:50 on Jan 7. Let's try for 4 hours.
To some I look like a scum sucking dirt bag, then again, I can be one. Actually, I have been one and on occasion I still am one. To some I look like a sweetie pie, then again, I can be one of those too. To some I look dumb as wood, then again I can act (with reason). To some on dark streets, I look like a young man (I create the image for reasons). I can be many things and I am many things: each part is a part of me.
My makeup is not that of which is held in a cosmetic bag as that really is not my bag AND if one really knows me, it is known I will not do shit to impress anyone. That is not my style. My makeup is that of which I am in present form cast from my past making way to my future.
Make-up and Barbie girls: The land of Barbie girls is not at all appealing as I view it as superficial and asinine. About a year ago, I did a photo shoot called Portrait of a Barbie Killer. Yes I do play with real knives, but on this occasion the little plastic girl was a dollar store dummy who legs, arms, and head I only ripped off for fun. My friend Nathan and I discussed using a quarter stick on the doll to blow it to bits, but as I may want to have use of it again that was not done. Besides, I don’t want to be out a whole dollar! Meh. I am cheap.
My makeup as you can tell is not womanish. In certain areas...yeah, but come on and let’s get real! What the fuck is a woman? She is an inside out man just as a man is and inside woman. Ah hell, I know I pissed off/made ill some guys about two years ago when I stated that when going down on a woman pretend her clit is a penis. Yo guys...my opinion has not changed. So what yours is bigger than mine. My virtual balls will knock your balls out of the park. Care for a game of marbles? I have big ballz and I like to use them. To anyone questioning, the answer is NO. I do not have penis envy. What the hell for? That would be dumb on my part. Playing dumb is a good game under certain circumstances as it a powerful tool.
Now back to Barbie girls and this is coming from G.I. Jane. Not for anything those fluff balls are more trouble than they are worth. Their maintenance alone is enough to kill you and men die before women anyhow. (I am loving this.) Icabruma if she breaks a nail or you miss VD and do not give her a heart and card. Careful boys as she may celebrate the day with WHINE. HOW BIZARRE! Lucy...I’m home! Oh Ricky I just spent all your hard earned money on a dress. Aren’t I pretty? WHACK! Ah, good ol’ partner abuse. Hell, beat each other for a reason. Have you thought about makeup sexually? LMFAO
What is my makeup? I am fucking bizarre and I so love it. My marshmallow insides are very mushy for me and those I share it with, however, mush can turn to ice cold metal in a heartbeat if I so wish it. Usually I don’t, but I have, I can, and I will.
My makeup? It is not so much what you see without: it is what lies within and cannot be seen. *ROBOTIC VOICE: Shall we play a game? The child within loves sport.
Can anyone tell that I am in a good mood? LOL ~ Maggie ~ January 7, 2009 @ 6:35 p.m. EST
To some I look like a scum sucking dirt bag, then again, I can be one. Actually, I have been one and on occasion I still am one. To some I look like a sweetie pie, then again, I can be one of those too. To some I look dumb as wood, then again I can act (with reason). To some on dark streets, I look like a young man (I create the image for reasons). I can be many things and I am many things: each part is a part of me.
My makeup is not that of which is held in a cosmetic bag as that really is not my bag AND if one really knows me, it is known I will not do shit to impress anyone. That is not my style. My makeup is that of which I am in present form cast from my past making way to my future.
Make-up and Barbie girls: The land of Barbie girls is not at all appealing as I view it as superficial and asinine. About a year ago, I did a photo shoot called Portrait of a Barbie Killer. Yes I do play with real knives, but on this occasion the little plastic girl was a dollar store dummy who legs, arms, and head I only ripped off for fun. My friend Nathan and I discussed using a quarter stick on the doll to blow it to bits, but as I may want to have use of it again that was not done. Besides, I don’t want to be out a whole dollar! Meh. I am cheap.
My makeup as you can tell is not womanish. In certain areas...yeah, but come on and let’s get real! What the fuck is a woman? She is an inside out man just as a man is and inside woman. Ah hell, I know I pissed off/made ill some guys about two years ago when I stated that when going down on a woman pretend her clit is a penis. Yo guys...my opinion has not changed. So what yours is bigger than mine. My virtual balls will knock your balls out of the park. Care for a game of marbles? I have big ballz and I like to use them. To anyone questioning, the answer is NO. I do not have penis envy. What the hell for? That would be dumb on my part. Playing dumb is a good game under certain circumstances as it a powerful tool.
Now back to Barbie girls and this is coming from G.I. Jane. Not for anything those fluff balls are more trouble than they are worth. Their maintenance alone is enough to kill you and men die before women anyhow. (I am loving this.) Icabruma if she breaks a nail or you miss VD and do not give her a heart and card. Careful boys as she may celebrate the day with WHINE. HOW BIZARRE! Lucy...I’m home! Oh Ricky I just spent all your hard earned money on a dress. Aren’t I pretty? WHACK! Ah, good ol’ partner abuse. Hell, beat each other for a reason. Have you thought about makeup sexually? LMFAO
What is my makeup? I am fucking bizarre and I so love it. My marshmallow insides are very mushy for me and those I share it with, however, mush can turn to ice cold metal in a heartbeat if I so wish it. Usually I don’t, but I have, I can, and I will.
My makeup? It is not so much what you see without: it is what lies within and cannot be seen. *ROBOTIC VOICE: Shall we play a game? The child within loves sport.
Can anyone tell that I am in a good mood? LOL ~ Maggie ~ January 7, 2009 @ 6:35 p.m. EST
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Still Looking Through the Eyes of Rembrandt
Although the vision of him is not before me
The image is ingrained with a dark appeal
O how I want to paint like the master
This masterpiece I call man
The man in the form of art
Lying in shadows
Whose breath brings sparkle to heart
Upon his own chest
Twinkling like diamonds
The chain moves and creates a specter prism
O to capture its light!
The light in the dark
A living masterpiece painted in my mind
Working its way to brush and board
When the light is right ~ Maggie ~ Penned January 6, 2009 @ 10:15 a.m. EST
The image is ingrained with a dark appeal
O how I want to paint like the master
This masterpiece I call man
The man in the form of art
Lying in shadows
Whose breath brings sparkle to heart
Upon his own chest
Twinkling like diamonds
The chain moves and creates a specter prism
O to capture its light!
The light in the dark
A living masterpiece painted in my mind
Working its way to brush and board
When the light is right ~ Maggie ~ Penned January 6, 2009 @ 10:15 a.m. EST
Silent Sleep
My dreams brought me to wake
The calling in the night
Whose dreams roused me to speech
Speak of that which is abstract
There only there does my voice escape
Rounded into waking spaces
Noted but not really understood
Here I sleep in silence
No voice escapes me
No dreams are had
The night now leaves me silent
Whilst the day evokes the unspoken
Its form known but not made
Housed within
Math! Ah yes! I know it not
But–after the rainbow comes
The ultraviolet on one
And the infrared/gamma on two
I know not how to show
The liquid silver mercury in spin
Falling over itself in rainbow form
Yet in two areas there is no color
Hail the dawn of a new beginning ~ Maggie ~ Penned January 6, 2009 at 10:00 a.m. EST
The calling in the night
Whose dreams roused me to speech
Speak of that which is abstract
There only there does my voice escape
Rounded into waking spaces
Noted but not really understood
Here I sleep in silence
No voice escapes me
No dreams are had
The night now leaves me silent
Whilst the day evokes the unspoken
Its form known but not made
Housed within
Math! Ah yes! I know it not
But–after the rainbow comes
The ultraviolet on one
And the infrared/gamma on two
I know not how to show
The liquid silver mercury in spin
Falling over itself in rainbow form
Yet in two areas there is no color
Hail the dawn of a new beginning ~ Maggie ~ Penned January 6, 2009 at 10:00 a.m. EST
Tis But Grace:
Pray thee sound come forth
Littered with play and joy
They grace is noted
And longed for
Harbored in self
The harbor whose water
Lies smooth like glass
Glistening...
Walk upon water I shall
To know more of thee
It is about thee–and only thee
In my selfish altruism
Dost thou see thyself gracing my thoughts?
O pray thee speak again!
Thy tender touch of volume
Just oh so ever real
The volley a wonder
Time passes quickly
In its quickening
I shall see thee yet again
Our bodies pinned in glory
Is the state of our nature
Natural shall we be ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 6, 2009 @ 9:45 a.m. EST
Littered with play and joy
They grace is noted
And longed for
Harbored in self
The harbor whose water
Lies smooth like glass
Glistening...
Walk upon water I shall
To know more of thee
It is about thee–and only thee
In my selfish altruism
Dost thou see thyself gracing my thoughts?
O pray thee speak again!
Thy tender touch of volume
Just oh so ever real
The volley a wonder
Time passes quickly
In its quickening
I shall see thee yet again
Our bodies pinned in glory
Is the state of our nature
Natural shall we be ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 6, 2009 @ 9:45 a.m. EST
Monday, January 5, 2009
The Sickle and the Wheat Harvest
Grown over time
Left for this time
Full moon sky shines on the blade
Tis harvest time says the harvester
Aye says his mate
Hands held tightly about the right angle
Angst for sun up
He eyes the fields
Slowly walking toward the ground he laid
Laid when the lands were ready to receive
His mate watches on as the blade rises
Twinkling the reflection of the moon
Swoop, swoop, swoop...
The sound goes off into the distance
Until nothing more is heard
Hours pass before the cock crows
Announcing the rise of sun
Not seeing him
His mate goes into the cut
Where the night had seen the sickle
Not before long he was found
Found amongst the wheat
The sickle planted
Grounding it in such a way
The harvester held to it
Held to it by the wheat around his neck
So tight was its grip
His blue face protruded a swollen tongue
While his blank eyes stared skybound
The full moon warned him so in her twinkle
Never reap before dawn ~ Maggie ~ January 5, 2009 @ 6:54 p.m. EST
Left for this time
Full moon sky shines on the blade
Tis harvest time says the harvester
Aye says his mate
Hands held tightly about the right angle
Angst for sun up
He eyes the fields
Slowly walking toward the ground he laid
Laid when the lands were ready to receive
His mate watches on as the blade rises
Twinkling the reflection of the moon
Swoop, swoop, swoop...
The sound goes off into the distance
Until nothing more is heard
Hours pass before the cock crows
Announcing the rise of sun
Not seeing him
His mate goes into the cut
Where the night had seen the sickle
Not before long he was found
Found amongst the wheat
The sickle planted
Grounding it in such a way
The harvester held to it
Held to it by the wheat around his neck
So tight was its grip
His blue face protruded a swollen tongue
While his blank eyes stared skybound
The full moon warned him so in her twinkle
Never reap before dawn ~ Maggie ~ January 5, 2009 @ 6:54 p.m. EST
The One of a Kind
The one of a kind produced by heart and mind
Is mine and a part of your being
The being who thinks in images and imagines things as thus
Bringing out that which is surely priceless
The holder of the issue hordes the production
Ah, but it is held in my wooden box called “Maggie’s Soul”
Yet a large part of it lies in my heart and mind
As does the giver of the gift
From it all, a larger image is created
Thank you for the creation and all that you are ~ Maggie ~ January 5, 2009 @ 5:43 p.m. EST
Is mine and a part of your being
The being who thinks in images and imagines things as thus
Bringing out that which is surely priceless
The holder of the issue hordes the production
Ah, but it is held in my wooden box called “Maggie’s Soul”
Yet a large part of it lies in my heart and mind
As does the giver of the gift
From it all, a larger image is created
Thank you for the creation and all that you are ~ Maggie ~ January 5, 2009 @ 5:43 p.m. EST
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Coming to Being
The path from A to B may seem rather linear to an observer, however, within the individual making the thought journey, it is not. Any simple act elicits a domino effect within using all prior knowledge, wishes, and goals for the approach. I can’t speak for others, but within self, one object branches off into literally thousands of whole scene scenarios which depict connections, possibilities, negs/pos, probabilities, and alternatives which in themselves go into breakdown categories to outcomes. Then again, there are times when A comes about, but not thought upon. No plan is made. More so the feat is accomplished in baby steps as each one is new. The bridges are crossed when gotten to. Only then do the branches come into play as to how to apply knowledge. If I had to diagram one thought, it would look like a speck center with numerous virtual spokes going in wheel shape then each spoke breaking off into other branches and more branches and even more branches. Imagine trying to write all that out? The speed at which it all runs is too vast. Many of the runnings overlap, tie in, twist, and head off into other directions. YET the focus is not lost. Imagine yourself sitting in front of a wall with for example 50 mini television sets and each running something different and you must pay attention to each one. That would be rather difficult if all are running at once each playing something different. Within mind, one does not have to view as such and can keep all data and branches in order. Let’s say you want to do A while thinking about R, M, and Z. Think of something simple then think of all the steps that you have to make to do A and all possible substeps. Create a substep list. Now look at your substep list. Do you have steps within each substep? How many super-substeps does it take to make a substep? Think computer and directories. Mind you I am not throwing in alternate and various factors as that would twist this simple supposedly linear design. Moo ha ha! ~ Maggie ~ Penned ~ January 4, 2009 @ 10:33 a.m. EST
His Voice and Our Exchange
Off my chest
My vent was stated in honesty
Not forgotten, but forgiven
Well taken in kind
Walk thee in my shoes
Know what deeds do
Know that pressure does not come from here
Nor ill will
Nor manipulation against will
Love is not force nor pressure
Love is hurting self rather than another
As soothing as satin touching my ear
Teasing elicits glorified chuckles of his victory by
Bringing forth childlike whimpers
Whimpering for turkey on my part
Sumptuous and well made
The scent and flavor oh so remembered
I shall not curse thee not for teasing as thus
Nay for I wish thee well
The enjoyment of the feast
Well envisioned this time
Well remembered the last time
I thank thee for all that you are
Your voice soothes me
The satin/velvet touch of words
The magnification of deeds
Tease and chuckle at my childish whimpers
We play like children
Let us annoy the adults ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 4, 2009 @ 9:03 a.m. EST
My vent was stated in honesty
Not forgotten, but forgiven
Well taken in kind
Walk thee in my shoes
Know what deeds do
Know that pressure does not come from here
Nor ill will
Nor manipulation against will
Love is not force nor pressure
Love is hurting self rather than another
As soothing as satin touching my ear
Teasing elicits glorified chuckles of his victory by
Bringing forth childlike whimpers
Whimpering for turkey on my part
Sumptuous and well made
The scent and flavor oh so remembered
I shall not curse thee not for teasing as thus
Nay for I wish thee well
The enjoyment of the feast
Well envisioned this time
Well remembered the last time
I thank thee for all that you are
Your voice soothes me
The satin/velvet touch of words
The magnification of deeds
Tease and chuckle at my childish whimpers
We play like children
Let us annoy the adults ~ Maggie ~ Penned on January 4, 2009 @ 9:03 a.m. EST
Friday, January 2, 2009
Pondering Megadeth...
THIS POST WILL BE REMOVED ON Monday, January 5, 2009.
Okay so I am sitting her absorbing information while rocking my ass off. I could scratch my ass and roll my eyes, but no. I think of bows and not the pretty ones that are all pink and tied up. I think on the level of a weapon and hunting. I suppose I could buy a bow and figure out how it works, but that is too lame. My primitive side wants the raw deal so that in raw times I won't have to worry about visiting my local ammo store and I will personally know my weapon because I made it. What I do worry about is GAME. Nope, not the one on the television screen either. Game as in wildlife that can and will be used for food. If the fish is poison, go larger on the scale or take your chances. Does the water glow at night? Worms, nice fat juicy night crawlers, and grasshoppers can be used as bait for fresh water bass and if you pop out an eyeball, the fish eye can be used as bait. Do you have an auger and do you know how to make tip-ups for winter fishing? Do you know when it is safe to go out into the middle? LMAO Make yourself a nice little winter lure and have hook line and sinker stinker.
What I have spied here in the past is deer and partridge, however, one can eat frogs so long as frogs are eating so goes the chain. If you think my thoughts are morbid, shame on you. Actually, have you thought what you would do if you had no place to turn except inside? Hell, I would even eat a rat as rats survive just about anything and are plentiful even as death occurs. HELLo rat girl. I think in terms of adventure on a life or death scale. No better way to live. Rebel yell! Wee ha whoot whoot! ~ Maggie ~ Friday, January 2, 2009.
NOTE: I am missing some details, but hell I do want my reader to use their noodle.
This write was and is inspired by Dan who has some rather radical ideas of his own and is what an inventor of weapons. Yo Dan, if you read this it will tie into the song Countdown to Extinction and the jamming duo. I would have posted this on the other site as that is where that tie lies, but as you know it is fudging up and I can't post there.
Perturbed Warning!
In the event I AGAIN find my account fucked with in any way shape or form (ANY and I stress ANY IRREGULARITY) and/or if I receive e-mail that looks like it is coming from me with or without my own avatar, I will hunt down the individual responsible. I am already on the scent of a pattern and frankly it is an imbecilic pattern with two connections. Make that three connections. Your best bet is to face me head on unless you fear me. Do I smell fear? YES on various levels.
NOTE: I am a good hunter. My daughter is familiar with my hunting skills in tracking people. This is not really a warning, this is a promise. You will not even see me coming. You have my promise on that too. I even taught my daughter that one. Wait to strike. Tis best. Do you, whoever you are, really want to war with me? I do love strategic maneuvers on a given mark. Care to temp the hand of fate? ~ Maggie ~ January 2, 2009 @ 3:32 p.m. EST
Editorial note: I prefer peace. However, do not take peace for weakness. It is a grave error to do so. How well do you know your opponent meaning me? I do not know my opponent, but I DO NOT FEAR! I KNOW what vein you are in.
You have violated on several occasions during my absence from a computer (the dates are stored) thus it counts for two hits in a game theory scenario. You have no hits left. Hence the warning before the TAT or storm.
Based on available data, the psych sniff indicates the violator to be an insecure woman of low self-esteem with the mind of an underdeveloped child. However, that excuse will not hold water in my ballpark.
PROOF OF TAMPER in DATE AND TIME. ALSO NOTED IS A YAHOO ADDRESS of arachne106@yahoo.com which does not tally with HERE. Yes I do have hard copies. There are a number of discrepancies and I am not foolish enough to note all of them for anyone.
Okay so I am sitting her absorbing information while rocking my ass off. I could scratch my ass and roll my eyes, but no. I think of bows and not the pretty ones that are all pink and tied up. I think on the level of a weapon and hunting. I suppose I could buy a bow and figure out how it works, but that is too lame. My primitive side wants the raw deal so that in raw times I won't have to worry about visiting my local ammo store and I will personally know my weapon because I made it. What I do worry about is GAME. Nope, not the one on the television screen either. Game as in wildlife that can and will be used for food. If the fish is poison, go larger on the scale or take your chances. Does the water glow at night? Worms, nice fat juicy night crawlers, and grasshoppers can be used as bait for fresh water bass and if you pop out an eyeball, the fish eye can be used as bait. Do you have an auger and do you know how to make tip-ups for winter fishing? Do you know when it is safe to go out into the middle? LMAO Make yourself a nice little winter lure and have hook line and sinker stinker.
What I have spied here in the past is deer and partridge, however, one can eat frogs so long as frogs are eating so goes the chain. If you think my thoughts are morbid, shame on you. Actually, have you thought what you would do if you had no place to turn except inside? Hell, I would even eat a rat as rats survive just about anything and are plentiful even as death occurs. HELLo rat girl. I think in terms of adventure on a life or death scale. No better way to live. Rebel yell! Wee ha whoot whoot! ~ Maggie ~ Friday, January 2, 2009.
NOTE: I am missing some details, but hell I do want my reader to use their noodle.
This write was and is inspired by Dan who has some rather radical ideas of his own and is what an inventor of weapons. Yo Dan, if you read this it will tie into the song Countdown to Extinction and the jamming duo. I would have posted this on the other site as that is where that tie lies, but as you know it is fudging up and I can't post there.
Perturbed Warning!
In the event I AGAIN find my account fucked with in any way shape or form (ANY and I stress ANY IRREGULARITY) and/or if I receive e-mail that looks like it is coming from me with or without my own avatar, I will hunt down the individual responsible. I am already on the scent of a pattern and frankly it is an imbecilic pattern with two connections. Make that three connections. Your best bet is to face me head on unless you fear me. Do I smell fear? YES on various levels.
NOTE: I am a good hunter. My daughter is familiar with my hunting skills in tracking people. This is not really a warning, this is a promise. You will not even see me coming. You have my promise on that too. I even taught my daughter that one. Wait to strike. Tis best. Do you, whoever you are, really want to war with me? I do love strategic maneuvers on a given mark. Care to temp the hand of fate? ~ Maggie ~ January 2, 2009 @ 3:32 p.m. EST
Editorial note: I prefer peace. However, do not take peace for weakness. It is a grave error to do so. How well do you know your opponent meaning me? I do not know my opponent, but I DO NOT FEAR! I KNOW what vein you are in.
You have violated on several occasions during my absence from a computer (the dates are stored) thus it counts for two hits in a game theory scenario. You have no hits left. Hence the warning before the TAT or storm.
Based on available data, the psych sniff indicates the violator to be an insecure woman of low self-esteem with the mind of an underdeveloped child. However, that excuse will not hold water in my ballpark.
PROOF OF TAMPER in DATE AND TIME. ALSO NOTED IS A YAHOO ADDRESS of arachne106@yahoo.com which does not tally with HERE. Yes I do have hard copies. There are a number of discrepancies and I am not foolish enough to note all of them for anyone.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The Giving of Self - NEVER POSTED
Much was shared in the new and interesting arena. Much of what I thought would not occur did. Although I “FEEL” some change based on behavior/actions, at the same time, I see a conflict in behavior which is offsetting the building values to a degree. I also see two “non-follow through” events. Two items have been set aside which I deadened myself to. Only time will tell if the gifts of self are real as are the actions. At present the pro values seem valid, yet the con values also seem valid. I weigh and judge to see what happens next. When will “next” occur and to what degree? I give merit where merit is due, but demerit where that is due also. What change I have witnessed and experienced will sit along side what slights that have transpired. Both will not be forgotten, but the adverse can be forgiven. Will this happen again? I refer to the slights. If so, program terminates to the land of the virtual and hi/bye. Is this the way I want it? No, but it will not alter the outcome. I will not load the dice in my favor. I want to earn the favor and not obtain it through trickery or pressure. It will be more real than last time or it won’t. The batter is up to the plate. I will pitch three balls and if strikeout occurs, all will remain virtual as after that point, as I cannot go on in this vein mate.
Statements and offers were left without pressure. The offers were to please without self-hurt. I do know my limits. No second burner, no change in plans, it either is or it isn’t. The choice is yours and only yours. If three be taken as I stated, then my write is moot both here and there, but love and open doors will remain for life or until a shift occurs that will make expansion/other possibilities dead in the water.
I am thankful for what was shared and the levels they were shared at. Let us go on. “Stay Awhile.” ~ Maggie ~ 1/1/09 @ 3:12 a.m. EST.
Statements and offers were left without pressure. The offers were to please without self-hurt. I do know my limits. No second burner, no change in plans, it either is or it isn’t. The choice is yours and only yours. If three be taken as I stated, then my write is moot both here and there, but love and open doors will remain for life or until a shift occurs that will make expansion/other possibilities dead in the water.
I am thankful for what was shared and the levels they were shared at. Let us go on. “Stay Awhile.” ~ Maggie ~ 1/1/09 @ 3:12 a.m. EST.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Mind That Lived...
I take this from the mind and words of an individual who wrote between 1813 to 1859. It is funny that I just found him (recently through a friend) and read these words (from my book) yesterday as I too have been exploring what he mentions. Do you understand him?
NOTE: I am only up to page 50 as of the end of this day. The page where these lines fall occur on 35-36. When reading slow, I am pondering fast. Might I add, that after reading this section a question came to mind "Where are the bones?" I seek the bones of those that burned and other things. All my notes in regard to this matter are documented in scrawl. Mind you, when I hit others with the line of questions that I had in my head, they wanted to know too! Anywho...do you understand him? Well?
“As from the direct light of the sun to the borrowed reflected light of the moon, so do we pass from the immediate representation of perception, which stands by itself and is its own warrant, to reflection, to the abstract, discursive concepts of reason (Vernunft), which have their whole content only from that knowledge of perception, and in relation to it. As long as our attitude is one of pure perception, all is clear, firm, and certain. For there are neither questions nor doubts nor errors; we do not wish to go farther, we cannot go farther; we have rest in perceiving, and satisfaction in the present moment. Perception by itself is enough; therefore what has sprung purely from it and has remained true to it, like the genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be refuted through any passing of time, for it gives us not opinion but the thing itself. With abstract knowledge, with the faculty of reason, doubt and error have appeared in the theoretical, care and remorse in the practical. If in the representation of perception illusion does at moments distort reality, then in the representation of the abstract error can reign for thousands of years, impose its iron yoke on whole nations, stifle the noblest impulses of mankind; through its slaves and dupes and it can enchain even the man it cannot deceive. It is the enemy against which the wisest minds of all times have kept up an unequal struggle, and only what these have won from it has become the property of mankind. Therefore it is a good thing to draw attention to it at once, since we are now treading the ground where its province lies. Although it has often been said that we ought to pursue truth, even when no use for it can be seen, since its use may be indirect and appear when not expected, I find I must add here that we should be just as anxious to discover and eradicate every error, even when no harm from it can be seen, because this harm may be very indirect, and appear one day when not expected for every error carries a poison within itself. If it is the mind, if it is knowledge, that makes man lord of the earth, then no errors are harmless, still less venerable and holy. And for the consolation of those devote their strength and life in any way or concern to the noble and difficult struggle against error, I cannot refrain from adding here that, so long as truth does not exist, error can play in game, just as owls and bats do at night.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
NOTE: I am only up to page 50 as of the end of this day. The page where these lines fall occur on 35-36. When reading slow, I am pondering fast. Might I add, that after reading this section a question came to mind "Where are the bones?" I seek the bones of those that burned and other things. All my notes in regard to this matter are documented in scrawl. Mind you, when I hit others with the line of questions that I had in my head, they wanted to know too! Anywho...do you understand him? Well?
“As from the direct light of the sun to the borrowed reflected light of the moon, so do we pass from the immediate representation of perception, which stands by itself and is its own warrant, to reflection, to the abstract, discursive concepts of reason (Vernunft), which have their whole content only from that knowledge of perception, and in relation to it. As long as our attitude is one of pure perception, all is clear, firm, and certain. For there are neither questions nor doubts nor errors; we do not wish to go farther, we cannot go farther; we have rest in perceiving, and satisfaction in the present moment. Perception by itself is enough; therefore what has sprung purely from it and has remained true to it, like the genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be refuted through any passing of time, for it gives us not opinion but the thing itself. With abstract knowledge, with the faculty of reason, doubt and error have appeared in the theoretical, care and remorse in the practical. If in the representation of perception illusion does at moments distort reality, then in the representation of the abstract error can reign for thousands of years, impose its iron yoke on whole nations, stifle the noblest impulses of mankind; through its slaves and dupes and it can enchain even the man it cannot deceive. It is the enemy against which the wisest minds of all times have kept up an unequal struggle, and only what these have won from it has become the property of mankind. Therefore it is a good thing to draw attention to it at once, since we are now treading the ground where its province lies. Although it has often been said that we ought to pursue truth, even when no use for it can be seen, since its use may be indirect and appear when not expected, I find I must add here that we should be just as anxious to discover and eradicate every error, even when no harm from it can be seen, because this harm may be very indirect, and appear one day when not expected for every error carries a poison within itself. If it is the mind, if it is knowledge, that makes man lord of the earth, then no errors are harmless, still less venerable and holy. And for the consolation of those devote their strength and life in any way or concern to the noble and difficult struggle against error, I cannot refrain from adding here that, so long as truth does not exist, error can play in game, just as owls and bats do at night.” ~ Arthur Schopenhauer
Site Stalking..Get A Life Asshole
Site Stalking..Get A Life Asshole
Again with values...
What one thinks they have gained through pressure is not a gain, but pity.
What one thinks is a benefit to self is nothing more than a reaction to high frequency spazz attacks. I view this as a detriment and selfish endeavor at the detriment to another.
What is viewed on superficial levels bears no merit as it is NOT real.
When seeking the unreal, you will only find the illusion.
To opt out of that which is disturbing grants me peace from within and from without.
When seeking nothing but the real, that is what I will find.
What pity, spazz zones, lack of merit, and illusion bring is "the nothing" along with a violation of free will of another.
What peace I find within self, will surround me in the peace of others.
I paint a picture the way I see it from my perspective. My perspective will grant me not pity, but understanding and peace. There is no superficial in my world as I do not allow it as depth is preferred. When opting out, I have given my inner peace an outer peace. I have found peace in myself and thus I NEED not and thus am not NEEDY. I do not settle for less that I want. I am me and will remain me in my nature without altering the nature of another.
NOTE: What you put out, you also get in return so beware of your actions. I put out love on deep levels, but depth is not understood in the land of the mundane. Line land, lie land, buried deep in shit, but at least the shit is deep if and that type of depth is sought. LOL My heart goes out to those with no light. ~ Maggie ~ December23, 2008 @ 12:29 a.m. EST
P.S.: A special note goes out to a dumb fuck who stalks my site(s)...get a REAL LIFE asshole. I mean what I say. So do, ever so gently, FUCK OFF!
Again with values...
What one thinks they have gained through pressure is not a gain, but pity.
What one thinks is a benefit to self is nothing more than a reaction to high frequency spazz attacks. I view this as a detriment and selfish endeavor at the detriment to another.
What is viewed on superficial levels bears no merit as it is NOT real.
When seeking the unreal, you will only find the illusion.
To opt out of that which is disturbing grants me peace from within and from without.
When seeking nothing but the real, that is what I will find.
What pity, spazz zones, lack of merit, and illusion bring is "the nothing" along with a violation of free will of another.
What peace I find within self, will surround me in the peace of others.
I paint a picture the way I see it from my perspective. My perspective will grant me not pity, but understanding and peace. There is no superficial in my world as I do not allow it as depth is preferred. When opting out, I have given my inner peace an outer peace. I have found peace in myself and thus I NEED not and thus am not NEEDY. I do not settle for less that I want. I am me and will remain me in my nature without altering the nature of another.
NOTE: What you put out, you also get in return so beware of your actions. I put out love on deep levels, but depth is not understood in the land of the mundane. Line land, lie land, buried deep in shit, but at least the shit is deep if and that type of depth is sought. LOL My heart goes out to those with no light. ~ Maggie ~ December23, 2008 @ 12:29 a.m. EST
P.S.: A special note goes out to a dumb fuck who stalks my site(s)...get a REAL LIFE asshole. I mean what I say. So do, ever so gently, FUCK OFF!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sharing a human experience as told to me by an Anarchist as we crossed wires...
NOTE: I leave Marcel's words as he sent them.
Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 9:17pm
Hey !
We dont know each other - on the one hand.
On the other hand, there is a mutual connection.
But see, life is a certain change. You told me that you feel in another way now, then in 1999. Whats that ? Thats usaul. Life changes you and you change your life - There is no point that stands still forever.
Look my sweet, i am going to Rumania again - Im not German at all. Im anarchist - that means no roots, no family, no mothercountry - it s an experience in my life.
Im not anarchist, because im a hippie. Im anarchist because thats life. life is anarchy. There is no government in real life - I often to places where there were no human beings beside me - fe in sweden. Once a bee or a hornet struk me. What did i do ? I took a knive and cut the fucking poison out of my arm - there was no politician, no cop that ever halped me. there was just nature. nothing else. In that situation, you are really self responsible ! There is no one on who you could take the blame for your deeds.
I dont know the right words to tell you, but i tell you - when i am alone, no human arround me - im not lonely.
Theres a feeling that connects me with the trees, with the animals even connects me to my death. What ever - there is something that so many people on the planet lost-.
I dont how to call it....but i know what love is. It is nothing that has to do with marriage or something. I see an old man working with me in the fucking hard shit harbour of northern german - he doesnt know how to speak german but i know he loves me when he gives me his mask so that i dont suffer of a bleeding nose because of working there.
All that love which is destroyed through work, state and "order".
I stop here, because perhaps you think its just silly to talk to you on that way, to you who i only know through my fucking "tastatur".
In my eyes you are the little girl of your childhood, that playes through life.
Never stop.
Marcel.
P.S.: i fyou want to hear me, if its ok to to you, we can exchange numbers and I will look for a way to telephone to you. Perhaps it is better just to hear voice, than to read the words that come out of a computer. Its just an offer so feel free to say yes or no.
NOTE: I have not responded to this yet.
HE has not responded to this yet as we are crossing wires:
Hi there!
By the way, my name is Maggie and it is my pleasure to feel you. What is your name?
Anarchy as viewed by some equates to chaos. I do not see it that way as I see it as a cooperative effort of all people with all people ruling themselves. When two tit for tat scenario is thrown in, it allows room for error and only violates one at a time. The violator will eventually alienate themselves from the unit. That is freedom in my perspective in our organic sense. I also think that I think a great deal and I do ask a great deal of questions, however, I rather think than not. I don’t want to be a zombie or bot.
You choose good words for what is viewed as chaos and what is viewed as necessity. I had thought and still think that the way things are going in this system, the world will wind up reverting to primitivism which would not bother me. If things continue in the same capitalistic vein of human and environmental destruction, the future is not pretty. Chaos will come and will spread like a disease until a leveling occurs. It will be survival of the fittest from an animal perspective. What do you see? I feel that you do see something, but I could be wrong. However, in my heart of hearts, I think you see something too.
From what I can gather, we used to be primitive...all of us...then something happened to take the humane out of our human. I don’t know what is was. Each level I go back, I see one or a few over the many. This saddens me. Today I had a thought about LATIN. As Latin begat the romance languages, what begat Latin? If Francs and Saxons are Germanic, who are the French? What is a Norman? What is an Arab? What is an Angle? What is a Pict? What is a Hebrew? What is an African? What is a Celt? What is an Egyptian? What is a Mayan? What is an Asian? What is an Indian? Who are the we that was at one point in time ONE? I envision one land mass with a breed that became us and as the lands shifted, so did the people.
When you think about the cave paintings, what do you see? If you had to look out your window and see life as you want it, what would you see?
I am alive as are you! Do you fight for that which is material? You may note that when it is seen by example that happiness is not found in the false, jealousy may arise, but those that see your light, may not want you to stray as they may want a part of it. However, the thing they will have the hardest time to deal with is the leaving of the material behind. Why they hold it is beyond me. I see and I cry. The wind, rain, rocks, trees, birds et al heal me. Even bugs help to connect me back to the real. Tests come with lures to beckon me into the cycle of greed, but I am not interested. The mundane holds nothing for me. What does peace cost? What is the price of happiness? I have started from within and I touch people and they touch me. Not all are dead and I can tell by their language. Communication is not the same although it is verbal.
I work at a store which allows me time for conversation, nature, and reading. At times I draw or just ponder. When an individual happens upon me, it is not odd for me to speak of zeros, circles, and eights. It is not odd to say that I was time traveling today and for someone to ask where I went and for them to tell me of their experience. The human connection is out there just waiting to be touched. People so want to be touched. Oh man, it took awhile, but it works.
Dear heart, I don’t know of loneliness nor of boredom. Therefore when bots/drones (or as you term them: zombies) speak of loneliness and boredom, I ask them to explain it. Maybe it is a hole in themselves. I don’t know.
Love...is not the way it is depicted to the masses. I view it as Uwe inspired it. I told it to Uwe whom I do love even in distance of years (time) and miles (space). He does not even know how he touches me. That is love. I will take from what I wrote in regard to love and let you see what he inspired:
True Hearts Lie In Tears...
Ah, the joy of friendship and the warmth that it brings. A true and fine heart of love in pure form. It is simply essence. Simply beautiful. The words strike a melody orchestrated in fine tune with human vibrations. Did you feel my heart? I have been a bad friend forgive me! The words written of in regard to not seeing or speaking with a friend does not diminish the friendship are mine and was sent back to me in excellent form. Friendship does warm the heart over all things as it is TRUE and unpretentious. What do we seek from one another? The sharing of color...the time when we blend yellow and red to form orange or red and blue to form purple? We then paint our world. What is our world from a philosophic standpoint? We, as creators, should know. Define and redefine over time...escape back into self...REALIZATION!
To cry out of emotion because of words spoken or written in honest and true form are best. Does that make romantic hearts? To some perhaps. Then again, what is romantic? It is defined different than it should be. Too honed to sex rather than merit with lines...fine lines joined specifically for poets, writers, and artists who understand the just difference. The just cause and causation and manifestation of real love.
How pure is pure? When seeking nothing but color from white which is light there is a spectrum. Within that spectrum lies purity and real love of the romantic because it is not superficial. Like a wound from a saber, it is deep and depth is always sought as it is greater than the shallow. Can the heart be found with a piece of cotton or a string when it cannot penetrate as the saber? Aye! However, one would have to learn the trade of understanding to find the value...the depth. Tis all a matter of perception. I have objectively looked over the words in type and hand form and found value to which I am subjective.
If the heart is an instrument of stringed precision, the chords have been struck in a mighty way awakening the sleep to see the greater light. It is good to be reminded of the real now and again by those that truly love us in kind for no reason other than they can. Within our bond lies humanity. To this I cry. ~ Maggie ~ September 24, 2008 @ 7:22 p.m. EST
I dedicate this to my sweet comrade.
No one can rule our thoughts. They can cause us to suffer, they can cause us physical and psychological pain, however, the worst thing they can do is set us free by what they deem as KILLING us. How bad is that? I don’t fear death. How scary is that to someone who does?
Your speaking of sleep and sober reminds me of Rene. You write from your heart. All the books in the world does not make your heart...you do that all by yourself. You are all the people I know and love. You are me and I am you. You are grand as you no matter what you do. I find no flaw in you. My love is unconditional.
Until we chat again...PEACE TO YOU...
~ Maggie
Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 9:17pm
Hey !
We dont know each other - on the one hand.
On the other hand, there is a mutual connection.
But see, life is a certain change. You told me that you feel in another way now, then in 1999. Whats that ? Thats usaul. Life changes you and you change your life - There is no point that stands still forever.
Look my sweet, i am going to Rumania again - Im not German at all. Im anarchist - that means no roots, no family, no mothercountry - it s an experience in my life.
Im not anarchist, because im a hippie. Im anarchist because thats life. life is anarchy. There is no government in real life - I often to places where there were no human beings beside me - fe in sweden. Once a bee or a hornet struk me. What did i do ? I took a knive and cut the fucking poison out of my arm - there was no politician, no cop that ever halped me. there was just nature. nothing else. In that situation, you are really self responsible ! There is no one on who you could take the blame for your deeds.
I dont know the right words to tell you, but i tell you - when i am alone, no human arround me - im not lonely.
Theres a feeling that connects me with the trees, with the animals even connects me to my death. What ever - there is something that so many people on the planet lost-.
I dont how to call it....but i know what love is. It is nothing that has to do with marriage or something. I see an old man working with me in the fucking hard shit harbour of northern german - he doesnt know how to speak german but i know he loves me when he gives me his mask so that i dont suffer of a bleeding nose because of working there.
All that love which is destroyed through work, state and "order".
I stop here, because perhaps you think its just silly to talk to you on that way, to you who i only know through my fucking "tastatur".
In my eyes you are the little girl of your childhood, that playes through life.
Never stop.
Marcel.
P.S.: i fyou want to hear me, if its ok to to you, we can exchange numbers and I will look for a way to telephone to you. Perhaps it is better just to hear voice, than to read the words that come out of a computer. Its just an offer so feel free to say yes or no.
NOTE: I have not responded to this yet.
HE has not responded to this yet as we are crossing wires:
Hi there!
By the way, my name is Maggie and it is my pleasure to feel you. What is your name?
Anarchy as viewed by some equates to chaos. I do not see it that way as I see it as a cooperative effort of all people with all people ruling themselves. When two tit for tat scenario is thrown in, it allows room for error and only violates one at a time. The violator will eventually alienate themselves from the unit. That is freedom in my perspective in our organic sense. I also think that I think a great deal and I do ask a great deal of questions, however, I rather think than not. I don’t want to be a zombie or bot.
You choose good words for what is viewed as chaos and what is viewed as necessity. I had thought and still think that the way things are going in this system, the world will wind up reverting to primitivism which would not bother me. If things continue in the same capitalistic vein of human and environmental destruction, the future is not pretty. Chaos will come and will spread like a disease until a leveling occurs. It will be survival of the fittest from an animal perspective. What do you see? I feel that you do see something, but I could be wrong. However, in my heart of hearts, I think you see something too.
From what I can gather, we used to be primitive...all of us...then something happened to take the humane out of our human. I don’t know what is was. Each level I go back, I see one or a few over the many. This saddens me. Today I had a thought about LATIN. As Latin begat the romance languages, what begat Latin? If Francs and Saxons are Germanic, who are the French? What is a Norman? What is an Arab? What is an Angle? What is a Pict? What is a Hebrew? What is an African? What is a Celt? What is an Egyptian? What is a Mayan? What is an Asian? What is an Indian? Who are the we that was at one point in time ONE? I envision one land mass with a breed that became us and as the lands shifted, so did the people.
When you think about the cave paintings, what do you see? If you had to look out your window and see life as you want it, what would you see?
I am alive as are you! Do you fight for that which is material? You may note that when it is seen by example that happiness is not found in the false, jealousy may arise, but those that see your light, may not want you to stray as they may want a part of it. However, the thing they will have the hardest time to deal with is the leaving of the material behind. Why they hold it is beyond me. I see and I cry. The wind, rain, rocks, trees, birds et al heal me. Even bugs help to connect me back to the real. Tests come with lures to beckon me into the cycle of greed, but I am not interested. The mundane holds nothing for me. What does peace cost? What is the price of happiness? I have started from within and I touch people and they touch me. Not all are dead and I can tell by their language. Communication is not the same although it is verbal.
I work at a store which allows me time for conversation, nature, and reading. At times I draw or just ponder. When an individual happens upon me, it is not odd for me to speak of zeros, circles, and eights. It is not odd to say that I was time traveling today and for someone to ask where I went and for them to tell me of their experience. The human connection is out there just waiting to be touched. People so want to be touched. Oh man, it took awhile, but it works.
Dear heart, I don’t know of loneliness nor of boredom. Therefore when bots/drones (or as you term them: zombies) speak of loneliness and boredom, I ask them to explain it. Maybe it is a hole in themselves. I don’t know.
Love...is not the way it is depicted to the masses. I view it as Uwe inspired it. I told it to Uwe whom I do love even in distance of years (time) and miles (space). He does not even know how he touches me. That is love. I will take from what I wrote in regard to love and let you see what he inspired:
True Hearts Lie In Tears...
Ah, the joy of friendship and the warmth that it brings. A true and fine heart of love in pure form. It is simply essence. Simply beautiful. The words strike a melody orchestrated in fine tune with human vibrations. Did you feel my heart? I have been a bad friend forgive me! The words written of in regard to not seeing or speaking with a friend does not diminish the friendship are mine and was sent back to me in excellent form. Friendship does warm the heart over all things as it is TRUE and unpretentious. What do we seek from one another? The sharing of color...the time when we blend yellow and red to form orange or red and blue to form purple? We then paint our world. What is our world from a philosophic standpoint? We, as creators, should know. Define and redefine over time...escape back into self...REALIZATION!
To cry out of emotion because of words spoken or written in honest and true form are best. Does that make romantic hearts? To some perhaps. Then again, what is romantic? It is defined different than it should be. Too honed to sex rather than merit with lines...fine lines joined specifically for poets, writers, and artists who understand the just difference. The just cause and causation and manifestation of real love.
How pure is pure? When seeking nothing but color from white which is light there is a spectrum. Within that spectrum lies purity and real love of the romantic because it is not superficial. Like a wound from a saber, it is deep and depth is always sought as it is greater than the shallow. Can the heart be found with a piece of cotton or a string when it cannot penetrate as the saber? Aye! However, one would have to learn the trade of understanding to find the value...the depth. Tis all a matter of perception. I have objectively looked over the words in type and hand form and found value to which I am subjective.
If the heart is an instrument of stringed precision, the chords have been struck in a mighty way awakening the sleep to see the greater light. It is good to be reminded of the real now and again by those that truly love us in kind for no reason other than they can. Within our bond lies humanity. To this I cry. ~ Maggie ~ September 24, 2008 @ 7:22 p.m. EST
I dedicate this to my sweet comrade.
No one can rule our thoughts. They can cause us to suffer, they can cause us physical and psychological pain, however, the worst thing they can do is set us free by what they deem as KILLING us. How bad is that? I don’t fear death. How scary is that to someone who does?
Your speaking of sleep and sober reminds me of Rene. You write from your heart. All the books in the world does not make your heart...you do that all by yourself. You are all the people I know and love. You are me and I am you. You are grand as you no matter what you do. I find no flaw in you. My love is unconditional.
Until we chat again...PEACE TO YOU...
~ Maggie
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Discussions with a even newer German friend:
To say that these discussions hurt, would be an understatement as I feel this person and their struggle.
Note to self: 3rd Prime
GERMANY: Please, I like your video ! But could you please make a vid overwritten with :
I mean - everything you're longing for, will be true when one's dead, wouldn't it ?
I want freedom. If i am dead, I will be free from money, materialism, all these useless things. Why should one care ? Is it fear to lose a thing.....fuck...What do you think ?
ME: Death is an illusion. You are part of all that is. The fight is within SELF for the discovery of freedom. It does not lie in the material nor does happiness. It does not lie in another unless you first find it in SELF and then you will see real value in the non-material world. You will see the interconnectedness. When you win the fight and find SELF you will be free. You will cry for those who are dead from the neck up and who seek the shallow, but you will love them.
GERMANY: Well, I would say, you can compare life and death to the two halfs of something, which wouldn't exist, without one of the halfs. So I don't think I am "alive"...it is just one part of the whole. And death is the other one. I consider death not as an illusion. There a lot of people who are dead with their bodies still working, with their bodies still speaking and eating and breathing - but they were already dead. I felt a certain connection between me and others, not only human...
but not to dead people. I mean the people who stopped thinking, fighting, enjoing...
So I want to know, what happens I am dead in their way...I never want to be I would rather die then to live like an undead. Once I will think about the greatest things in death...one thing will be TV, or cars, or money, or religion, or government, or school,...
ME: I understand what you mean. Again, I can only say what I see through my eyes. Those things of which you speak of in the material are not real. If it does not come/go with you on your journeys, it is not real. The only life/power that the non-material has is the value we as responsible beings give it. Example: If you bought tissue and a pipe cleaner and created a rose for your love, then the value of the end product does not lie in the product. It lies in the memory of the giving.
Values in education. A Ph.D. does not make a being smart or creative. A Ph.D. CAN make the mind HONED and specific, but it depends on the mind. It is based on values. What is the value of a 6 year-old's imagination when not being dulled? To me it is PRICELESS! Which would you choose if given a choice? I would take 6 and fly to Neverland and play with the pirates!
You did compare the halves and provided an accurate depiction if telling the story to a blind person. If one had to describe a zombie, your telling would create the image. There is no difference between life and death per se. (NOTE: I CAN TELL NIX THE ZOMBIES SHE FEARS ARE REAL! BOY WILL I LAUGH WITH THAT ONE. Okay, I do laugh when I scare the beejesus out of her. She gets over it. I have to break off again...she is so scared of real zombies, she has a book on how not to get eaten or something like that. LMAO) From my own perspective, you can't cease to be. I don't ask you to see through my eyes, but I can tell you what I see. The meaning of life (or value) lies within. I personally feel sorry for those who seem dead/lost. However, I cannot force my view upon them. (It is rather like a trial by fire in that you learn by burning.)
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS even when you're down. It only takes a few jiggles to light up. We are our own best medicine we burn and learn and laugh! Just remember, it all comes with you. I do wish I could show you what gifts I was given in number formula, but it may mean nothing to you. Why I got numbers is beyond me as I suck at math. What would you do with the thought 22.5 degrees?
A story: I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing, but I was struck with this strange number from hell. Imagine being like WTF does this mean? Somewhere along my time line, I became calculating, but not in mathematical form. I connected dots if that makes any sense. Perhaps if you envision what I am real good at: DATABASE STRUCTURE (What does a database look like? Does anyone have a family tree? The macrocosm goes into microcosm. Do you see it now?) and SCHEMATICS hence, I am visual.
Imagine asking people what 22.5 means and them looking at you as if you were from Mars, but you keep on doing it? Now imagine slowly people start sharing ideas and telling you what they see in the 22.5 degrees. There is a whole section I am going to skip, but know that it was bumpy and it became smooth. Imagine if your kid started calling you John Lennon when she knew at another time you NEVER smiled. Actually, switches started to flip earlier than last year. My lights started to come on in 2005 when I was “back to being myself” and to those of you who have been with me that long, you will remember those words if they meant anything to you. I can only connect one person who may remember. Those of you who know me from my past and who see me in my present form, you will remember I was way different in form. Even if pictures were produced, you may not believe that post 1999 and pre-2005 are the same woman as before and after. I was actually carded at my own house after I told a woman who remembered the old me that I was me. Adios mios! (Goodbye me (in the masculine)). The physical does not match. The illness of diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and the like are gone and so is half body weight. Yes I shed a person in about one year, but that person was myself. No fancy diets. I don’t watch Opra. I hope I got the spelling right. No fancy anything. It was a matter of will. I saw the picture “YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT.” Thus I had to will it so. However, I could as I was only dealing with me. Let me not stray from my degrees with stories of shape-shifting. lol
I had started writing about life in 2005. That is when I really started living. By other people’s standards it was sorry shit of an existence, but I was okay. I had nothing and I was okay. I let my mind create stories and dialogue with self and others. I started to tell of my life in literal or figurative forms of expression. I was returning to the arts that I loved as a child. The arts of beauty and imagination being made real by a grandfather who loved me. There I went way back prior to my rip or damage. In order to heal, I had to recognize my damage by understanding it. Damage is an improper word for events that helped to form what is. It is my grateful point that went on for many years. By most standards it would be viewed as self destruction...which is what it was. However, for all bad there is good and for all good there is bad. The degree depends on the individual who is experiencing the event.
Back to 22.5 degrees...by presenting my degrees, I was now getting images through other people’s eyes along with stories and information. Now this too is beneficial and you make friends and get warm feelings. An engineer sees a rocket or missile. A map meister sees above the tropic of Capricorn. A physicist sees an angle with interlocking parts. A goth sees the pentagram angle which lies about my neck. I see myself as nuts. The fusion of information had me tossing books and doing research over a lousy but fabulous number. Oh, I have a formula that works out pied in odd form, but it does. The silly little formula brings me joy as I see 9s and circles and interconnectedness. I see all the things that I have ever dreamed and read about come to life. I see beautiful works of art in my head and pictures that move so fast I could never capture them all on paper. Nevertheless, they bring me joy. These things I have for free show me the world in a different color...rainbow of purity. This is not to say that I would roll over and let someone take my experience away from me, but no act of violence outright against another if not out of defense. Warn in advance if possible. No act of malevolence for the sheer sake of doing so (been there done that). No act that could turn on myself as what I put out is what I will get. It is not a fear that keeps me in check, it is my own wish to be happy. All I can do is share the lift/gift of joy, a ray of a moment that lights up, I can share with you the air, and a friendly smile. I can share time, but not to the point of breaking as a stretch can only go so far. I will give my limit, and snap back into shape. Imagine playing the old Atari game. Imagine the paddle hitting the supposed ball and the other supposed paddle does not hit it back....wee ha off into outer space. No violation. It is playing happily in the bounds of love and not the bogus pretentious shit you read about in magazines or what control/need factors that are not real. Only the love is real. This love has weight to it or value if we deal in a value system.. It is putting yourself in the shoes of another before you do something. It is being responsible without the same stress as others. What grief you feel at this point is your own. I am happy for me, but I feel sorry for those who are material bound. I feel for those who worry about non-sense as if dinner time is a big issue or as if someone else’s taking a cruise is something to be jealous about. What I want can’t be bought. Corruption is difficult, but not impossible on these levels as what can be traded in virtual value for your mind’s creations? HELLO? Certainly not the dollar!. I don’t want a large house as I don’t need it. It is a burden. As noted somewhere in my writing of the past few days, sometimes more is less and less is more even paraphrased. As if funeral arrangements are important while you are alive. I don’t think of what I can’t take with me. I think of what I can and it is beautiful.
To another comrade in Germany, thanks for the inspiration to write this. Your gift to me is priceless and I thank you. ~ December 18, 2008 @ 7:01 p.m. EST (It was really penned earlier, but I was too busy to note the time.)
Note to self: 3rd Prime
GERMANY: Please, I like your video ! But could you please make a vid overwritten with :
The Greatest Things In Life Are Free Pt 1 of 2
"The greatest things in death are"I mean - everything you're longing for, will be true when one's dead, wouldn't it ?
I want freedom. If i am dead, I will be free from money, materialism, all these useless things. Why should one care ? Is it fear to lose a thing.....fuck...What do you think ?
ME: Death is an illusion. You are part of all that is. The fight is within SELF for the discovery of freedom. It does not lie in the material nor does happiness. It does not lie in another unless you first find it in SELF and then you will see real value in the non-material world. You will see the interconnectedness. When you win the fight and find SELF you will be free. You will cry for those who are dead from the neck up and who seek the shallow, but you will love them.
GERMANY: Well, I would say, you can compare life and death to the two halfs of something, which wouldn't exist, without one of the halfs. So I don't think I am "alive"...it is just one part of the whole. And death is the other one. I consider death not as an illusion. There a lot of people who are dead with their bodies still working, with their bodies still speaking and eating and breathing - but they were already dead. I felt a certain connection between me and others, not only human...
but not to dead people. I mean the people who stopped thinking, fighting, enjoing...
So I want to know, what happens I am dead in their way...I never want to be I would rather die then to live like an undead. Once I will think about the greatest things in death...one thing will be TV, or cars, or money, or religion, or government, or school,...
ME: I understand what you mean. Again, I can only say what I see through my eyes. Those things of which you speak of in the material are not real. If it does not come/go with you on your journeys, it is not real. The only life/power that the non-material has is the value we as responsible beings give it. Example: If you bought tissue and a pipe cleaner and created a rose for your love, then the value of the end product does not lie in the product. It lies in the memory of the giving.
Values in education. A Ph.D. does not make a being smart or creative. A Ph.D. CAN make the mind HONED and specific, but it depends on the mind. It is based on values. What is the value of a 6 year-old's imagination when not being dulled? To me it is PRICELESS! Which would you choose if given a choice? I would take 6 and fly to Neverland and play with the pirates!
You did compare the halves and provided an accurate depiction if telling the story to a blind person. If one had to describe a zombie, your telling would create the image. There is no difference between life and death per se. (NOTE: I CAN TELL NIX THE ZOMBIES SHE FEARS ARE REAL! BOY WILL I LAUGH WITH THAT ONE. Okay, I do laugh when I scare the beejesus out of her. She gets over it. I have to break off again...she is so scared of real zombies, she has a book on how not to get eaten or something like that. LMAO) From my own perspective, you can't cease to be. I don't ask you to see through my eyes, but I can tell you what I see. The meaning of life (or value) lies within. I personally feel sorry for those who seem dead/lost. However, I cannot force my view upon them. (It is rather like a trial by fire in that you learn by burning.)
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS even when you're down. It only takes a few jiggles to light up. We are our own best medicine we burn and learn and laugh! Just remember, it all comes with you. I do wish I could show you what gifts I was given in number formula, but it may mean nothing to you. Why I got numbers is beyond me as I suck at math. What would you do with the thought 22.5 degrees?
A story: I don’t remember where I was or what I was doing, but I was struck with this strange number from hell. Imagine being like WTF does this mean? Somewhere along my time line, I became calculating, but not in mathematical form. I connected dots if that makes any sense. Perhaps if you envision what I am real good at: DATABASE STRUCTURE (What does a database look like? Does anyone have a family tree? The macrocosm goes into microcosm. Do you see it now?) and SCHEMATICS hence, I am visual.
Imagine asking people what 22.5 means and them looking at you as if you were from Mars, but you keep on doing it? Now imagine slowly people start sharing ideas and telling you what they see in the 22.5 degrees. There is a whole section I am going to skip, but know that it was bumpy and it became smooth. Imagine if your kid started calling you John Lennon when she knew at another time you NEVER smiled. Actually, switches started to flip earlier than last year. My lights started to come on in 2005 when I was “back to being myself” and to those of you who have been with me that long, you will remember those words if they meant anything to you. I can only connect one person who may remember. Those of you who know me from my past and who see me in my present form, you will remember I was way different in form. Even if pictures were produced, you may not believe that post 1999 and pre-2005 are the same woman as before and after. I was actually carded at my own house after I told a woman who remembered the old me that I was me. Adios mios! (Goodbye me (in the masculine)). The physical does not match. The illness of diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and the like are gone and so is half body weight. Yes I shed a person in about one year, but that person was myself. No fancy diets. I don’t watch Opra. I hope I got the spelling right. No fancy anything. It was a matter of will. I saw the picture “YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT.” Thus I had to will it so. However, I could as I was only dealing with me. Let me not stray from my degrees with stories of shape-shifting. lol
I had started writing about life in 2005. That is when I really started living. By other people’s standards it was sorry shit of an existence, but I was okay. I had nothing and I was okay. I let my mind create stories and dialogue with self and others. I started to tell of my life in literal or figurative forms of expression. I was returning to the arts that I loved as a child. The arts of beauty and imagination being made real by a grandfather who loved me. There I went way back prior to my rip or damage. In order to heal, I had to recognize my damage by understanding it. Damage is an improper word for events that helped to form what is. It is my grateful point that went on for many years. By most standards it would be viewed as self destruction...which is what it was. However, for all bad there is good and for all good there is bad. The degree depends on the individual who is experiencing the event.
Back to 22.5 degrees...by presenting my degrees, I was now getting images through other people’s eyes along with stories and information. Now this too is beneficial and you make friends and get warm feelings. An engineer sees a rocket or missile. A map meister sees above the tropic of Capricorn. A physicist sees an angle with interlocking parts. A goth sees the pentagram angle which lies about my neck. I see myself as nuts. The fusion of information had me tossing books and doing research over a lousy but fabulous number. Oh, I have a formula that works out pied in odd form, but it does. The silly little formula brings me joy as I see 9s and circles and interconnectedness. I see all the things that I have ever dreamed and read about come to life. I see beautiful works of art in my head and pictures that move so fast I could never capture them all on paper. Nevertheless, they bring me joy. These things I have for free show me the world in a different color...rainbow of purity. This is not to say that I would roll over and let someone take my experience away from me, but no act of violence outright against another if not out of defense. Warn in advance if possible. No act of malevolence for the sheer sake of doing so (been there done that). No act that could turn on myself as what I put out is what I will get. It is not a fear that keeps me in check, it is my own wish to be happy. All I can do is share the lift/gift of joy, a ray of a moment that lights up, I can share with you the air, and a friendly smile. I can share time, but not to the point of breaking as a stretch can only go so far. I will give my limit, and snap back into shape. Imagine playing the old Atari game. Imagine the paddle hitting the supposed ball and the other supposed paddle does not hit it back....wee ha off into outer space. No violation. It is playing happily in the bounds of love and not the bogus pretentious shit you read about in magazines or what control/need factors that are not real. Only the love is real. This love has weight to it or value if we deal in a value system.. It is putting yourself in the shoes of another before you do something. It is being responsible without the same stress as others. What grief you feel at this point is your own. I am happy for me, but I feel sorry for those who are material bound. I feel for those who worry about non-sense as if dinner time is a big issue or as if someone else’s taking a cruise is something to be jealous about. What I want can’t be bought. Corruption is difficult, but not impossible on these levels as what can be traded in virtual value for your mind’s creations? HELLO? Certainly not the dollar!. I don’t want a large house as I don’t need it. It is a burden. As noted somewhere in my writing of the past few days, sometimes more is less and less is more even paraphrased. As if funeral arrangements are important while you are alive. I don’t think of what I can’t take with me. I think of what I can and it is beautiful.
To another comrade in Germany, thanks for the inspiration to write this. Your gift to me is priceless and I thank you. ~ December 18, 2008 @ 7:01 p.m. EST (It was really penned earlier, but I was too busy to note the time.)
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