Friday
12:22 pm
6 Nov 2015

Agar suraj ki keerne..
Tapti dhup mujh pe de,
Toh jhor se degiye ga…
Kisi ko ye naah toh pata chalegi .. ki hum naraz ya gusse hai bahut!

Agar baarish ** toh..
** jaane digiye ga,
Kisi ko ye na pata chal paaye … ki hum roh rahen hai!

Agar pathte zhareee,
Toh zhar jaane digiye ga..
Kisi toh naa pata kar paaye..
Ki hum aandarse bekhaare huye patho jaise bikhaa rahen h!

Agar thadi ki mausam me thaand de,
Toh bahut khub se digiye ga..
Kisi ko ye naah pata chale..
Ki hum saihum ya daar rahen h..
Andaar aandar se!

Ye mausam hai..
kuch mere zindagi ki tarah…
or humare zindagi ki tarah..
jo hum bayaan toh karte h..
par bahut kaam…
kyuki hume samaj ne wala koi nahi hota!

Ye jab hoti hai.. ya aati hai, jhoor se caati…
Or agar naah aate toh, na hi sahi,..
Par jab aati h…
toh puri zinadgi badal kar rakh deti hai.. !
trying to enjoying the life better :) :)

Three Grandsons, 5, 8, 11 - and me
Thus this day began.  
-- they're online, in school, ever learning early

This is how I enjoy being.
Not
simply
being, being is
complicated, being is made
of many-
maybe, infinite plane plains piled high and multiplied
and probably twisting,
altogether
to gather points of light you followed
to the thee-at-ah
of three eyes
kiva, kindalikka
convenient cave in words
we carry with us, dark places,
often damp and stinky places,
deep
depressions on the surface of reality,
holes
to here, the point of being being
enjoyment
in the silence and the noise.

--------- Glimpsing

Points of lights, thoughts as
sparks
lighting
words ablaze with fiery wills to empower
gentle spirits hounded
by proud lies,
urging proof,
daring the hero to go
native, become ugly
destroyer of good for goodness sake, go
mad, breathe
anger,
rage and jealous zeal,
hold that inspiration, then

blow it out…

into shameless billows of
peace through safety and warmth,
naturally, as real -ifity is, made
to meet the need.
- an inspiration, a visitation
- a mere whatifery thing

_ movie theaters used to be dark as a kiva, yes
yes, that's true. Mythraic caves, those, too.
--- any mental conditioning, the
Alpha version is only perfect if you
sculpture with wind,
and clouds are
all you have to show for it, then…
or cracking ice, yes, cracking ice
lines
on a great lake or a puddle,
branching waywayway many ways,
fragile and gone, after while.
Fragile and temporary,
's mortality… gone.

Gone to where all beauty goes to conspire.
Inspirations for aspiring users of science,
conscience cleared, uses
made up, asifities
seep into mental sap,
syrup of what maybe when we agree.
Peace is a purpose, ours. We,
the people who hold these truths on earth.
Thus it has ever been,
but now we know, science-wise
Man, the species, doth not live by words alone.

Joy is its strength, light its medium.
Owning is not a concept,
except we agree,
mine is mine by reason, aha, I have it!
I have this.
This is mine, at the moment.
Eureka, we take joy as we take fire.
I first read old Thom Jefferson said,
“He who receives an idea from me,
receives instruction himself without lessening mine;
as he who lites his taper at mine,
receives light without darkening me.”

It was he, who held sacred and undeniable,
the self-evident truths Ben Franklin wished to see
manifested, by way
of the actual vision he had in mind,
self evidently,
a thought experiment.

-- like Wanda Vision, right… that's on TV.

----------------

Meaning is what we agree we mean,
there is a rule for readers of possible
bullshat wisdom that says:

Enjoyment has its own sake, mentally,
suspended unbelief
-- to the degree of Disney + free trial,
watched with grandsons choosing
what I'll like,
for sure --

Suspended disbelief, I think,
as a mob state, is patho-logical, sick,
it'll ****. No joy in mayhem.

But self-actuated,
willingly suspended,
disbelief, the weapon, hung up on a point
you recall
safe and sound… now,
we are in the realm of words that live
through historical use,
as real as any angel ever named,
or any spirit ever claimed as guide.
Liberty, e.g., the character,
the dime version, with wings on her
Phrygian cap,
to make a kid imagine that must mean
something.

Seems Mercurial, don't it? Like,
Liberty is free is a message from goodness
in the future,
when all the symbols assemble at the throne
of mercy,
for daily renewal and furbishing,
and the ones worn thin by lying men,
are seen through and lightly
sifted into new clouds of might
being possible,
in all probabilities… even this one. Today,
with all its riches freely mine.
………….

Speculate, see if
this were to happen as would be best
for all of us,
us-ness being the state we exist in as
givers and takers of sense
signals,
vibes,
smiles, winks, waves

hey, I saw you see
the latest from Disney, without the crowd

did you notice evil always loses?
Yes, and
Hell is always prepared
for those who lack the knowledge
to escape
the franchise
mis interpretation of my realm,
where reason is as
reason, says, see
liberty, the character,
acts true
to the true hope, the trope of trust,
true rest, compressed to a moment
at the end of the adventure… DIY
save the world… from the unbelievable.

"Power isn't your problem, it's knowledge"
says the evil witch.
She must mean
secret, sacred knowledge-- that's the hint
in the Marvel universe,
such knowledge is believable…
attainable, learn, ever learn
practice makes perfect, patience.
There's a test.
Will to power
meets will to live free as any truth in ever,

it stands to reason
We'll say hello again…
for, we know,
it is a Marvel Universe, there's always
a sequel, inspired or invented
from something left behind.
Am I right, Stan Lee?

Eventually, we all die and leave hope behind,
or it is
all a lie… so let's make the story fun,
let's make it lift
the lonely, stay at home Disneyfied old man,
into deep conversations
about the poetic ****** of Wanda Vision…

how it ends in a dark theatre, lit from a single
source,
as a kiva is when the sipapu is left open
and all the curio spirits run free,
each to be weighed,
judged good or evil, good for something
or good for nothing.

Then the good for nothing ideas are left in the clouds,
so we never unget that
we got the word,
before it was a word, and we wrote it here
in the cloud,
for you to use as entertainment contained
in mere words, unto the distant future,
or until the entire internet AI dissipates
into improbability.
Pfft. Just like that.

You'd hit a point where you
Realise that everyone's lying
To you. Because after a while
You realise you can't keep trying
To smile
When they
Say
You're beautiful; you hear
That lie every other day
When people get near
Enough to the part
Of your heart
That hides the insecurities;
And "gosh thanks for helping me"
Is probably
Just them being happy
That the job's done
Or the game's won.
And so eventually
The words that used to be
Called "praise" now show
Themselves as "I know you know
This isn't true"
And as much as I love you
The walls just become harder
To hear through.

Spheres of lucidity, using terms assumed defined,
to bits, parts, pieces, tasks and roles.

Picking peculiar people
from the mob, the masses who pled
with reality
to be led
to learn, and learn
to use the senses given honest pointed reason
idios level sense in Greek logos
of look and see,
your POV, we

balance
on believing there is some reason
in natural just knowing,

survival

of natural survivor types, believed bred
to craft mental power access tools, sayings

to say,
to speak up,
to talk down,
to pray asking Tellers
to speak out,
to call in,
to say
spiritually, as any weform,
how mental are we, really… made real, realized
we are mental and only so… the flesh is weak,

literally lacking capacity to
hold the sacred ideal holy,
gaseous we telepathically,
experimentally, ideally make good,

itching ear dis-liesure, good,
pleasure
effortless use
of elemental whying,
easily dismist as too much trouble
exceptional willingness
to drift away,

- Bible College Honorary, PhD.
- Wisdom is thus shown known
- Wisdom is the dread of Hell.

Surety, stranger, that's a yoke.
Why in this reality would good gods
be angry when we leave of unbelief

tov ra, towb ra' beauty hard, not evil.

So no hell, okeh,

but Madoff and his ilk,

those yokers gotstapay, justice… so

Gehenna, then, let's say

As long as eleven months, minus a day.

Aitia, she is risen, unpolished, she is blue.
On the breastplate of right use, her use
excuses total ignorance of religion.

I have time to burn, I live to learn,
I got in on a curse that worked,
if you can learn to survive,
fifty years living to prove

this experience, this weform theywe
speaking with all the authority,
of sixth graders exhorting peers,

aspire to inspire, never ever conspire.
Fret not, there is no hell, my grandpa said.

For all, worst ever is a Joseph Smith
telestial kingdom's even worse
outer utter darkness, at thought speed…

- we'ld all agree, mitzvah that,
- sorry we became depraved,
- but, we had no solid proof.
- Writ wrote, now we got it

Provide
an excuse
for each role, each occupational
situation
on an internetted plain existance
ever after today
either real or memorized
as when one speaks of dreams
being ****, chthonic roots,
with holy aspirations

what manner
of being are we,
as mere ideas
in each other's minds,
no quest-ion asking your reaction,

as mere words you all knew once,
who are we in the grand game,
aggrandize the chosen few,
compete for profit, say
when the tried spirit fails,

as ministry training in uses of gifts…
Chari, chari bayaybee…

is it chari-ty or chari-sma that poisons the well?

"arts and devices
        of ambitious priests
            for attaining and holding
                temporal power
                     and social control" (1680s).

Avra cadavera

Stumbling stones, priest craft, perpendicular  

Perfected uprightness vertical verity, try me.

Crosswise beam
to post,
to pillar,
to covering shelter peace

Being in mind,
on mind concentrating, as a we
breathe concerning criteria for the worst

formed
from information
on this - screen awe some magic

tremendum fancium -- guessed eh but Ai got it:
Tremendum fancium

It appears there might be a slight typo
in your query.
You likely meant
to ask about "tremendum fascinans,"
which is part
of Rudolf Otto's concept
of the numinous experience.

whitespace experience to here

- Hendrix, not Rogan, yet- mental

religit religamental mindset ties minds let
be in any ready reader with electric jamming

part of life in the present peace of mind,
used to make today, stay
thinkably just right…

According
to Otto, the numinous experience
has two distinct poles
of feeling-content:
- this is ai, but I read it so I sorta know it
- I thought this was part of that, long form
mysterium tremendum and mysterium fascinans.

Mysterium tremendum
refers
to a sense
of something mysterious,
overwhelming, and daunting,
which elicits feelings
of humility and submission.

On the other hand,
mysterium fascinans
describes a sense
of fascination, attraction,
and comfort, inviting one
into a state
of spiritual joy or bliss

Both poles are not synthesized
in our consciousness
but are synthesized
in the "wholly other" numen present
to us,
which is the foundation
of religion
throughout history and the world

--- so, in my future we interact
with all known prepositions
knowns, so far as our will
to know works here
we ask
to know and judge here
after literally reading answers, as to
who is handling truth discernment now

wonder iffing and what iffing
with all known
how did the business
of religion occur sui generis
peculiarly common
idioumai
peculiar sapien symbionts, formed and informed,

led
by trained trainers
of vines
of thinking, forming

mind winding tendrils
of vines we think through,

impulse
to Impulse idea virality we thunk, into

sinking
to new depths
of depraved will to umph,

eh, try, umph, Trump, bent
by patho-logical will
to be triumphantly fantastic and unbelievable…

all at once,
as that which
harnesses money itself, will

of the presiding executive discerner, aim
to SKD… accusing all that ever was called
anuminously, but funny in a way
ste-alk-ill-des-troy all
opposition sets
off some say
by God, a good honest business deal,

"The borrower serves the lender, deal
  broker gets the credit, in history,

    wait, who uses whose money,

      musterion and on and on

          The Great Game,
     for few it gets old, others
   bet once, all in on Wisdom Ra'
as fortune's developers gamble

the surfeit
of holy authorized royal land grants,
and monopolies
on commercial exploits using
old time mysterium tremendum
to hide the fact that no resupply is coming.

As the masses become NPCs
with MEMORIES,

Oi! Way, the very pain we fear, that one, comes.