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Premium Member Meta Paradigm

Verbal thoughts of LeftBrain polynomials
follow feelings not not RightBrain polyphonic 
when both respect our interdependent polypaths,

Because harmonic feelings,
unlike thoughts of flight or fight,
are much more fleeting
effluently failing and fading away,
while midway winning and gaining toward
RightBrain autonomically faster than plodding LeftBrain calculations
nominations
labeling stagnations
enthymematically static staging stations.

Slower LeftBrain thoughts,
but in-between manically
and depressingly essential
for healing obsessive Win/Lose fighting words against non-verbal actions
and compulsive Lose to Win another day-fleeing absence
of effective Win/Win polypathic thoughts
and cooperatively communicating eco-political responses

Resolutions toward geo-empowering/disempowering climates
of internal/external polynomial healthy bilateral
Zero SoulZones
of EarthRights life,
not EgoWrong death,
chosen bicamerally Win/Win wealthy health

Where verbal LeftBrain thoughts and non-verbally hearted feelings polyphonic
follow RightBrain temporal healthy/pathological feelings
not yet polynomially balanced
and yet not not truly
and synergetically polypathic
integral
nutritional DNA's long-term healthy wealth
optimizing integrity's thought/feeling potential.


Pandora's Box

Written By:  D. Collins 1/3/26


Will we now go after those we do not like?
By labeling them under a "Terrorist" guise.
Will China use something similar to take Taiwan?
And Zelenski go down as a Russian pawn?


Iran has been given the "Locked and Loaded" threat.
Will their current leadership soon be next?
Will the U.S. be "Greeted With Open Arms"?
Or, put Americans in the way of harm?


Will Latin America regress to "Colonial Rule"?
And regime change becomes normal and cool?
The global temperature is about to get boiling hot.
By us opening the lid of Pandora's Box.


Will Peng sit by and allow us to dictate the new regime?
Or call it a direct threat to their national security?
This is nowhere near over. It has only just begun.
And we won't be the only country who is dropping bombs.

Premium Member Zen of Permacultural Teaching

Nondual Listening
Co-Incident Id-Entity
Co-Arising Empathy
fertile EarthMother revolution

Pupils notice
left-deductive
reductive
conflating
labeling
commodifying
dividing
Left from Right dominance.

JustUs Rights
restoring Earth's evolutionary co-arising:
harmonically polyculturing Beloved Communion,
resonantly resilient longing
to belong co-equivalent with Left.

JustUs Permaculturing Mentor
mutually messianic co-redeemer 
spiritual health as natural wealth intent
through resiliently wealthy 
resonantly healthy 
ego/ecotherapeutic praxis:

"Permaculture" as paradigm
designing organic zero-centric whole system therapeutic frame 
for designing win/win development,
evolving seasoned revolutions within spacetime

Nondual co-incidental co-arising
Hosts inviting Polycultural Co-Passioning Parasites

Love consumers 
and Life producers

DeComposers and ReGenerators,
mutually coherent co-operations
merging healthier polycultural nature environments
within and without conspiring landscapes
more polypathically healthy
than monoculturally unwealthy

Co-redemptive economics of naturally healthy 
political wealth,
nondual bi-iconic in/ex-formation balance 
zen system of co-arising dipolar discernment
co-manifesting Nondual Win/Win Destiny

EarthTribe dying and living
co-developing exhaling and inhaling
both summer's fullness and winter's purgative hibernation,
enlightenment's fullness and dual-dark embryonic emptiness
optimizing Left's deductive/inductive syntax 
and Right's Win-Win eco-normic codex

Sustaining cooperative +Yang/(-,-)Yin equivalent balance
double-bound temporal flow as prime co-binary function

EarthTribe's
Permacultural Sacred Commons 
recomposing root-systemic empowerment
at crowning zen-speed 
of core-chi bicameral enlightenment.

Polycultural MetricSyntax 
+/- C's dipolar appositional co-relationship
Physically Full/MetaPhysically Empty
Zen-Tao-Mahakalpa
NonDualistic CoBinary Prime 
Crown/Root 0-Soul.

Premium Member Climate Change

The planet's changing right before our eyes,
for global warming’s melting the ice caps;
observing this shift, we feign our surprise.

Coral reefs are in danger of collapse,
while high waters threaten coastal cities;
for global warming’s melting the ice caps.

It is too late for government committees
assessing this threat to do anything,
though high waters threaten coastal cities.

We're robbing our children of their future;
climate change is here, no time left for folks
assessing this threat to do anything.

Labeling climate change a Chinese hoax,
lies fueled a conspiracy, and now,
climate change is here, no time left for folks.

And despite all the pooh-poohing, somehow
the planet's changing right before our eyes.
Lies fueled a conspiracy, and now,
observing this shift, we feign our surprise.

Premium Member The Golden Crumbs

‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
                                 John Ruskin

We often get waylaid with golden crumbs of two in love
 and have no clue of what we’re worth
Too often than not, a few moments of someone’s time
 is  all the sign of their devotion, labeling it emotion 

Always making excuses for the one who doles out
the crumbs, we undervalue our worth 
and accept what’s tossed our way 
sad but it’s the golden truth the other
not bothered or giving a damn about your worth.

Feel worthy of your emotional culinary skills
And take yourself elsewhere for nourishment
For man cannot live on crumbs alone
Even mounds of crumbs crumble and that’s not
what your worth.

02.09.2020


Stolen childhood

Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface
Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground 
I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant
No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like
Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue
No baby stories from parents; stories started from 18 months old
Around 5y I started visiting with dad mother and grandmother
Another girl was there around same age, she was very mischievous
 

Frequent visits around 6y with dad grandmother were weird and draining
Dad grandmother laid me down and spoke over me in tongue 
Mother of the church is what they called her; witchcraft at its finest
Her and her daughter with church members performed rituals
Something changed; she was me and I was her (energetically)
Didn't understand reasons dad mother kept hiding my hands
I had to sit on my hands when dad grandmother had visitors 

Nasty nose bleeds, nightmares and changed behaviors at home
My parents knew what was happening and downplayed it
Mom start labeling me evil; Dad was lost for words 
I was a quiet shy non confrontational 5y girl, bullied by peers 
Only preferred vegetables, no meat, no violence, no noise
By 9y, a outspoken meat loving bully who scared people
The next time I saw other girl she was sweet, shy, wholesome

Religious darkness is real and I have been targeted my whole life
They ally knew I was a healer, but deemed me as a demon
Paid to curse a beloved child to change the purpose to bring love
I fought those energies off for years, no help or guidance
Presently I am stronger than expected, and I physically fought alone
Spiritually my ancestors helped and I am forever grateful 
A lot of perseverance; upright, feet to the ground, head held high.

Premium Member Thoughtful Feelings

The main currents of thought
are feelings 
about relationships,
positive
and negative climates,
sometimes obscured
confused
by double-binding negatives
incuriously set aside
as merely bad news
and systemic evils

Like racism
applied to oneself
as victim of prejudice
is not reverse racism,
nor multicultural intelligence,
for egos steeped
shaped
secured by StraightWhiteMale 
supremely valued labeling,

Like sexism
applied to oneself as victim
is not reverse sexism,
nor vulnerability,
for patriarchally wounded souls,

Like fascism
applied to victimized losers
and lepers
and thugs
is not reverse violent fascism, 
nor furthering healthy democracy
for those poor in spirit,
thirsty in nature
feminist and unmilitarized,
***** and under-capitalized.

The main stereotypes of thought
are feelings:
About positive healthy relationship,
wealthy attachments,
compassion
empowering left and enlightening right,
liberal resonance 
conserving inclusive resilience;
And about negative lack thereof.

The main currents of thought
are feelings 
about relationships,
positive Win/Win
and negative Lose/Lose
nodualistically attached
to climate healing,
secular left NorthWestern mountains,
branches
and sacred right SouthEastern rivers,
roots

Nurturing branches
flashing-blushing root systems
primally currenting thoughts
with empty power-full feelings.

Harmless Innuendos

-Quiet voices with low decibels are taken with offense. Preconceived notions, spoken words without thought, inserting smileys to disclaim. Invertebrate personas can be seen evaporating from the skin, with the naked eye. Forming a resin that keeps building up over time. Labeling you with defects of character. Beating around the bush, hiding from problems; loose ends form. Texts twist the dough sprinkled with good intentions. Life's a *****, it hurts, don't it? Untied shoes are today's special, featuring potential failure. Intentional lack of preparation. Detached from the lanyard of civilization. Eyes disconnect; declining their calls. Reading the texts with disregard. Getting notifications and silencing alarms. Misdirected; free-falling off the imaginary edge of fictional beliefs. Playing a new version of make believe. Pretending with the help of it's big brother assumption, the answers we do not know. Taking offense to the actions committed with good intent. Overthinking the simple things in life. Misinterpretations of the harmless innuendos.

love without labels


society imposes its strict rules
and one of these rules is labeling. for conformity
we are so indoctrinated and regimented
that we rarely judge with our own feelings

we involuntarily put labels: on food, on books, on minds, on feelings
and if classifications had not been invented (Linnaeus and Darwin gave us a helping hand)
we would be swimming in an ocean of shapes and colors
differing from one culture to another

but what the world still ignores and/or hides
is the greatness and uniqueness of love in all its forms
love goes beyond patterns. it is uncontrollable and cannot be classified

love your neighbor! love yourself.
love love so that you can forgive anything, without bias
and above all... love children because they will carry the torch of love further

Muslims

Muslims

One Muslim greeted me in the park yesterday. I said hello; completely unaware.
Another Muslim passed by the other day. I nodded and smiled; completely unaware. 
Again a Muslim crossed my path and still; I remained unaware. 
Theological stigma seems to elude me; completely unaware. 
Wardrobe choices and ethnicities render me colorblind and ignorant. Yet I too am effected by sociology. 
Media haunts my directive; completely unaware. 
Fear lays deep within me. I am afraid of you—What you may do to me. 
Heart broken and mislead by poor leadership; completely aware...
I ignore so many yet I attempt enlightenment. 
I am completely unaware. 
Muslims do not wear name tags labeling their lineage. I am not a Muslim; only willing to listen. 
I believe in the power of the unknown.
 A power which I do not seek to fully understand. 
A man has a purpose. 
 A Muslim does too. 
The fact remains that deep within my soul I truly believe in a reason for everything. 
This reason, I believe is unreasonable. 
And if we spend our days in search of the almighty answer(s) to life; we are bound to question.
You, I and Muslims alike are all...completely unaware.

6-23-17
Contest: I Like Muslims
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Didactic

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