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Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another's ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.
Enslaving force perpetuates Ego's full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could "own" another's Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another's life,
exterior and interior.
Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic anxious homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be more co-empathic,
healthier on my own,
than we are together
on Earth's owner-ship.
Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom's inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.
Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
"Anger Management" politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
"Hatred Co-Arising Suppression".
Decomposing hatred first breathes through "I am Anger,"
listening for Time's healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving equitable prospects for a healthy future.
It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other
before,
without sustaining against ourselves or others,
perpetuating enslaving hatred
for mental health stolen from those without sufficient wealth
to thrive
to feed
our own unhealthy enslaving greed.
Dispirited slavery imposes greedy unnatural ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health's decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.
Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.
Groundhog Day derives from a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if the groundhog emerges from his burrow on February 2nd and sees his shadow due to clear weather, it will return back into his den and winter will persist for six more weeks. However, if he emerges and does not see his shadow due to cloudiness, the spring season will arrive early. So for 2018, on Groundhog Day, "Will he or will he not see his shadow?" Following the lines of the seemingly illogical, I forecast that on Feb. 2nd it will be cloudy, and Mr. Groundhog will not see his shadow. Thus, spring will arrive early this year. That whole groundhog thing doesn't make sense to me, but I do believe that spring is coming early in 2018. I'm thinking that the snow, ice, mudslides, sub-zero temperatures and the like will have lost their punch by mid to late March.
I forecast that although there will be lots of devastating tornadoes this spring, they will be totally upsetting but not so record-breaking. Although there might be a selfie or two of someone with an approaching funnel cloud in the distance, there will be fewer lives lost due to more shelters being built and improved warning systems.
The 2017 hurricane season was unusual and is unlikely to repeat itself. The hurricanes picked their paths and packed a powerful punch. I forecast tamer and fewer hurricanes during the 2018 season. I don't think that mother nature is angry with us, nor am I certain that the 2017 season was indicative of the wrath of God as some seem to believe. He has plenty of reasons to be, but I don't think that our Maker is angry with us.
The temperatures will continue to be higher in general. The fire season will be normal to slightly above normal relative to the intensity and multiple outbreaks. Also, I suspect that people will make better adjustments regarding their environment relative to forestation.
Our prayer should be that there be less spring rain. In some parts of the country, if the heavy snowpacks begin to melt combined with heavy rains, that could be catastrophic. It would be a perfect storm for massive flooding. I anticipate more flooding in 2018 especially in the mid-western and eastern states as a result of the heavy snows this winter. May God forbide the perfect storm.
01172018PS Contest, Weather Forecast 2018, Viv Wigley; 3P
Is it the truth that blinds us
If They say God is Love then how can Love blind us
How can lies remind us> minus trust
It takes years to build it and only seconds to destroy it
And as I let ideas fall out into thoughts, that are like drops of rubbing alcohol across the countertop
There is a smell of a hospital that reminds me of newborn life and then death flashes and i lose my sight
Its untrue that the definition of the first person that hesitates here, really converts over and spills positive enrgy into the rest of his life
Cause its like you stall and the lightening strikes
The tree falls down and your a second behind it
The dark barks that it hates the light
The light shines and its basically the truth that blinds you
The brillance of the the giantest star draws you like a bug to the lighjt
you get suck in because its your time to die
You cant change it, its evrymans destiny,\
thats why you must be in the postion that god places you
Work on earth to be done and men are lazy, they dont even want to be a family provider
i seen this i didnt understand it was truly overwhelming
Its like i knew the veiw you see is a little different
you say hes just goin through hard times are you any better
I was like damn i help the man by leading him to water
And he was like id rather sleep than feed my daughter
Thats why mommy goes to work and on the face of the earth men are dying
Little boys are born to suffer this woe of society
Woman are supernatural acts of kindness
But you bring out the dormant side and the one who gave life becomes a destroyer
No matter woman or man God is my employer
I work for virtually nothing but to see a hurt soul rejoice and i smile in satisfaction
Im like the truth never blinded me it set me free from the darkest whitest lies
That are actually darker the this side of what you think is compatible
couples marry and then they hate each before the first chapter of the story
and unfaithfulness derives out of the unsatisfaction of dissatisifaction
Then the children suffer from the lack of harmony in a family inviroment
NoW truth come take the blinds off the mouth that sugarcoaTS THE DECEIVING TONGUES
OF THOSE WHO DONT LIKE YOU
THERE LIKE ITS OKAY TO SIN BUT DONT LET THEIR LIPS COAX NOR ENTICE
The zenith is exactly crossing the horizon
The lies blind and basically the Truth is silent
There is an old and wise saying,
Take only what you need
and use everything you take.
We often consider the first part,
or at least make occasional stabs at simplicity,
but the last part is less frequently said
or thought about
as essential to healthy vulnerability.
If we don't use everything we take
and have been given by others,
then we can be sure
we have been given, and perhaps taken,
more than we need.
Taking only what we need
sounds obvious and transparently ethical,
perhaps even aesthetic
in purity of harmonic intent,
yet more mysterious
and richer
and deeper
when we remember
that life itself,
and human life even evolving more so,
is lived in margins,
double-boundaried spaces,
places,
times,
seasons of growth and decay.
Earth's marginal soul
is living soil and water,
surface wind and fire storms
and swells and ebbs.
RNA and DNA regenerate
on and within this thin biosystemic sphere
between atmosphere
and dead bedrock.
Life, as contrasted to not-life,
is a marginally placed process
of learning to take only what Earth offers
and gratefully using everything as cooperative gift.
Life derives from prehistoric photosynthesis
on Earth's evolving and devolving synthesis
and revolving skin.
And our senses, all five,
each take what we need of this synthesis
to LeftBrain adapt
and RightBrain adopt
what our thin margin offers us
of and for a healthy simplicity
yet wealthy diversity
of synthesizing double-boundaried life through death.
Humane life is evolutionary
within Earth's marginal organic boundaries
as we choose to use everything
our RNA and DNA Elders
have gracefully and phylogenically offered us
to swim and walk and fly
within Earth's bountiful health boundaries.
Humanity defines what Earth has given
as marginally sufficient diversity
and is uniquely poised on a constant multicultural edge
to fully delineate,
acclimate,
creolize,
know polypathic gratitude
for this polyphonic boundary grace,
to deeply digest
and warmly decompose
every sensory gift of Earth
we take in
through this vulnerable ride
between natural birth
and spiritual revolution,
Taking only what marginal wealth
we need
and using every double-boundaried healthy day and night
we gratefully receive.
? What does 'Islam' mean?
The Arabic word 'Islam' simply means 'submission', and derives from a word meaning 'peace'. In a religious context it means complete submission to the will of God. 'Allah' is the Arabic name for God, which is used by Arab Muslims and Christians alike.
? Why does Islam often seem strange?
Islam may seem exotic or even extreme in the modern world. Perhaps this is because religion does not dominate everyday life in the West today, whereas Muslims have religion always uppermost in their minds, and make no division between secular and sacred. They believe that the Divine Law, the Shari'a, should be taken very seriously.
? Do Islam and Christianity have different origins?
No. Together with Judaism, they go back to the prophet and patriarch Abraham, and their three prophets are directly descended from his sons Muhammad from the eldest, Ishmael, and Moses and Jesus from Isaac. Abraham established the settlement which today is the city of Makkah(Beca), and built the Ka'ba towards which all Muslims turn when they pray.
? What is the Ka'ba?
The Ka'ba is the place of worship in Beca which God commanded Abraham and Ishmael to build over four thousand years ago. The building was constructed of stone on what many believe was the original site of a sanctuary established by Adam. God commanded Abraham to summon all mankind to visit this place, and when pilgrims go there today they say 'At Thy service, O Lord', in response to Abraham's summons.
? Who is Muhammad? (may peace be upon him)
Muhammad, was born in Makkah(Beca) in the year 570, at a time when Christianity was not yet fully established in Europe. Since his father died before his birth, and his mother shortly afterwards, he was raised by his uncle from the respected tribe of Quraysh. As he grew up, he became known for his truthfulness, generosity and sincerity, so that he was sought after for his ability to arbitrate in disputes. The historians describe him as calm and meditative.
Muhammad was of a deeply religious nature, and had long detested the decadence of his society. It became his habit to meditate from time to time in the Cave of Hira near the summit of Jabal al-Nur, the 'Mountain of Light' near Makkah.
Form:
Let Our Swords Clash!
I found that life in my world is like fencing!
Tell me, World!
What’s on the line?
Does the loser give in?
Ready or not? Let’s begin!
For all these years I finally realise,
It was me and the world
Joints now petrified
And my mind, bind to never go outside
He is leading and I am behind
« En’ garde! »
Welcome to your first match
Welcome to the latest patch, 1.0
« Pret, thrust, intercept and slash! »
Come closer, I won’t flee and dash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Blade and body in space scarcity
Resolve to win is considered piety
Blow by blow and bear witness this variety
In this boundary, this cage, gelanggang is our reality
There is always worry
But ain’t never such thing as sorry
Fight me and you may win to earn some cash?
You may earn title and sash?
Our fashion whites are rash
Come closer, let’s see who is the first to gash
Let’s see who is the first to fall to the ash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Me against the world, this is my battle!
This is my challenge of might and mettle
This is my biggest issue to tackle
I’m the Man of Steel! Hit me, thrust me, pierce me, outta the field should you throw me
No!
My mind derives of titanium metal
My drive derives of francium petal
My sword derives weight of helium handle
Fear me and rattle
Because like the Avengers I assemble!
Come closer, and finally lash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
I attack, forward! Took hits like a champ
Vitality decreasing as my stance start to damp
Now I realise how huge
Enormous it is... Is it? This ramp
Now I know-
I... need... AMP!
So that my name may stamp
Stamp on the history of this world!
Come closer, let’s create the greatest battle
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Up with my mortal jihad
Here I find myself ashore on islands full of tears
And fear
And here fireworks explode and disappear
As millions of colours swallow up everything.
My presence mocks of you, mocks of everything
To the world,
Now, I am thanking!
In the future, I am reimbursing
Have at thee, lad! By then, our swords had clashed.
Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.
Against injustices they railed—
within shed tears, I saw their plight.
In our moral duty we’ve failed.
Their troubled spirits to immerse
in laughter which abounds in verse.
Pococurante obedience.
Parting: an Aubade in a sense.
POET'S NOTE
Updated 25th Aug with the mosaic rhyme in the final two lines:
obedience & Aubade in a sense.
Recommended reading: Desert rose selenite/gypsum.
POETIC FORM: Saraband sonnet (I used the BASIC French rhyme scheme, extended).
The Saraband(e) derives its name from a fast erotic dance of the 1500s of Mexico and Spain which originated in the East. It is a stanzaic form imitating the dance steps and written in any number of septets. The various forms consist of tercets (axa—‘x’ being unrhymed) or triplets (aaa); the chief difference being in the rhyme schemes of the quatrains: English (axa bcbc), Spanish (aaa bcbc), Italian (axa bccb OR aaa bccb), and French (only axa bbcc). Each subsequent stanza repeats the rhyme scheme set in the first stanza, but in the longer Saraband poems it is not unusual to mix Spanish, Italian and/or French septets. Any metrical foot; any metrical line—some authorities insist on octal syllabic lines rendering it minor art (= 8 syllables per line) but this is not cut and dry.
Saraband Sonnet: It comprises 2 septets. Rhyme scheme: It depends on the form chosen. In the sonnet form, the rhyme schemes have been extended for the French variant (aZa in the tercets where 'z' rhymes), and Italian variant (aba cddc—thus, an addition ‘b’ in the tercets). Some examples can be found where the rhyme scheme for the second septet is progressive. It may be octasyllabic, iambic or trochaic tetrameter, or an extra foot (iambic pentameter) may be added to conform to the basic sonnet. The volta is at L8. I have experimented with the rhyme scheme: aza bbcc, dzd eeff.
An ambitious druid set out to recover an omnipotent ancient fluid
She was a kind witch with a wee twitch about to discover a glitch
Laboured with great force to go back to the Source and in due course
She tabled a motion to produce a lotion or potion for better emotion
Applied for a grant to enchant with the Council of Fairy Queen Dreams
Because she was sicken and poverty stricken and needed support to comfort
Required assistance to overcome resistance to cast a spell and quell the cartel
Of warring factions that had gained traction shouting war score and gore
‘Let me make some agent at the sorcerers’ pageant and tame insane pain
That derives from seeds of greed and loony fixation on vicious vexation’
She ground fresh chamomile with a smile for healing dope in good hope
Crushed tea tree leaves and stinging nettle petals for release of peace
As foundation for libation she added more tricks to the mix and stirred fur
And holly berries infused and enthused cherries and compassion with passion
To fuel the tasty gruel she injected thyme and some lime and peat for a treat
Boiled the kettle full mettle with wood from the beach and threw in a peach
She sat on a willow pillow and offered for free her meal for people to heal
No taker they thought she’ a faker so for their concern she added some fern
And to convince she put a handful of quince and cold marigold into the fold
Yet when she accepted that people were too infected and simply objected
To spreading good will with delicious food skill she exclaimed 'what a shame’
Feasted on spruce juice and a tooth and went into space to start a new race
Starting from zero she became a hero and hailed a rage with heavenly sage
They built her a shrine with galaxy wine and accepted what earthlings rejected
The moral of the tale is when all else fails you find an innovative place to grind
Change perspective and position and decide to complete your fine mission
Where you can feed other’s need without angry fear of what is so dear
16th October 2019
on the fourth of July the United States of America
celebrates its Independence Day
when the people fought and won against an oppressive ruler
who would never let them have any say
the Declaration of Independence is that doctrine
which upholds certain truths when it comes to our living
to have liberty and the pursuit of happiness
as those traits now considered a given
when I think of myself as a Christian to have been reborn in Christ
I realize I have declared a state of independence over my life
for the redemption by God has set me free from sin
it took away the evilness that attempts to dwell within
I now declare the victory like my forefathers had achieved
with the freedom to worship the God that I love and believe
the adversary no longer has any dominion over my life
for I've been cleansed by the blood of my Redeemer Jesus the Christ
no longer will I allow any sin to direct my behavior
I'm now standing on the foundation of the word of Jesus the Christ my Savior
sin is never satisfied and it's progressive in its natural form
it starts with curiosity and then goes on and on
and you can't get over on sin as it will weaken you every time
it will lead to destructive tendencies and will take your last dime
it derives from the devil since the moment he fell down to Earth
but thank God for the blood sacrifice of Jesus for I now have rebirth
Paul in a letter to the Roman church emphasized this very point
to tell them that as disciples of the Gospel that now have freedom in this joint
so declare your independence from that stronghold called sin
to celebrate your victory with prayer again, again and again
I declare that I hold these truths to be self-evident
that from the tyranny of sin I am now independent
no longer bound by any words nor any deeds that have belittled me
no longer caught up in toxic relationships that won't allow me to be free
no longer under the influence of what the world has to say
I declare my independence from sin on this day
Frontier
At the edge of my seat through a negate in deceit
Wasteful moments wandering in pierced quiet desperation
Without a shoulder to cry
To quiver amidst an evil empire seperated within
We are so much more then premortal slime
~
We all must face the dark side in life
To equate logic in place of fear
Through a baracade,
A premise extends forward
Amidst false presumption
Within a timeless cavity that will soon erupt
~
Frontier
Through loose loop holes we get exposed
The hour of decision has now come upon us all
In vast domains there lies a prism glow
As in a slight variation in a dream
~
Hence,
The opened door by which to explore
An episode exposed to the elements in demonstration
To awake the domain of its evident abstract portal
Gone are the days in logical frenzy & admonition
~
Welcome to the jungle were all going to die!
Frontier
Such as a fish to fry
The lines have been drawn in the sand
It is my hope that someday all will understand ?
We will venture into the vast domain
In darkness their will be periods of sadness
Yet in light the full blaze of glory exposed to its elements
In laughter let there suffice from all fear
~
Yet I shed a single tear to numb it's inner pain
Give me a chance to explain:
With words there is not enough time to express the chasm
That gulf fix that derives meaning;
We wander as in some nomadic tribesmen
Off in the variation in a dream
Willing to forfeit from the masses & scream
The crazed lunatic looks back at his watch
As in a closed knit variation in a dream,
The societal rampage regarding abortion has really bothered the heart of God
We work the soil to till the land as if in some crazed vile evil dwelling
Exposed to its elements once more
Lest I simply implore the soaring eagle to far off places which together will store,
Apathy,
Justification for being lazy?
Portals will scream in divination loose strings falling into final tribulation !