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I am fascinated by space science because it is so divine. I am fascinated by space science because everything it entails is sublime. Human operates machine and machine work for human; human input the information but the machine regurgitates it.
Its AI and automation against human invention, e-commerce and job outsourcing in reverse. If you cannot pay me let me go to those who are willing to hire me, but please don’t use me and then you discard me. You lurk behind the screen saying that you have run out of money and you cannot bring me back to fulfill my dreams.
I don’t join games because I don’t know to play them, I don’t play games because am not good at winning them. I don’t play games because I don’t know the rules and sometimes it leaves you confused. I approach everything in life in a pragmatic and realistic manner.
You place the burden on the commuter saying that it is giving the order; computer is not human and someone must operate it to transfer the information to you, oh what silly deprivation. You are trying to elude reality and not living up to your responsibility, the ship will be at the surface on time and you must give me what is mine.
You have built more than a dozen space ship with words dripping from my lips; you have sent missions to the moon with words burning from my finger tips and vinegar is draining in my lungs; with swollen fingers and broken palm words flow from my heart into the computer gut before dawn, and then you slice it up and serve it for breakfast dinner and lunch and disrespect my painful sacrifice, and you call it AI.
I work day and night and because I don’t know how to fight I continue to stretch myself to fulfill a mandate for the moon. You send me into the space to explore the galaxy and look into the black hole to see where gravity is bold and the space around the corner lit up with billions of stars flickering in the night, oh what a wonderful sight.
Will machine eventually take over human lives after decades of painful sacrifice? Will machine takes over our lives and leave us without a dime? Nights upon nights the human brain toil to fill the machine sitting on the throne but sometimes the gripe is so strong it vomits out on the land and my eyeball spread the words all over the human race and squeeze matter into tiny space. It man against woman and one woman working with computer.
"Where love rules, there is no will to power;
and where power predominates, there love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other."
Carl Jung
Active love co-arises power-with,
articulating poli-economic co-intelligence,
and not fertilizing power-over.
Wisdom smiles through Poetry's Muse
showing reasoned narratives
in Earth's meaning-filled nature stories
exploring unseen spirited purposes,
dynamically developing creations,
recreations,
sacred transubstantiations.
Science, Research, Industry
and Poetry
and Creation Stories
emerge from natural embodied roots
in primary full-octave color frequencies
of receptive investment in perceptive production.
Natural Law beliefs flower from Spiritual Trust/Mistrust/Distrust
as Facts emerge from resonant/dissonant Feelings.
Win/Win hopes and Lose/Lose historical v herstory facts
Resilient health narratives
co-arising natural/spiritual indigenous roots
of and for Wisdom's regenerating panentheism,
rebirthing herstory,
stretching toward Love's abundant warm harvest,
free of freezing fear.
History of economically wealthy Harvest
as deep listening earns healthy political Love,
birthing CoArising EnLightenment.
Longing begets belonging,
halfness begets wholeness,
so too
win/lose opposition begets win/win
as colonizing monocultures beget creolizing polycultures.
Local Leaders cannot neglect wisdom to sustain health power
as EarthTribe faithful Followers,
CoMuses of life's lovely belonging therapy
and suffering traumatic loss experiences
CoArising Earth's neuro- and eco-systemic wisdom
cannot impatiently abuse deep sensory co-passions
to win wealthyMind/healthyBody co-hosting power
win/win with
and not win/lose overpowering
irreligious
disassociative systemic trauma.
YangPower is fertile as wild yeast
as YinWisdom evolves poli
and poly cultural
panentheistic feast.
Profoundly depolarizing
ego downsizing
inclusive EarthTribe Love
is to holisitic Wisdom
as Yang is to Yin,
crown/rooted within AnthroMind/EarthBody's warm womb,
of sacred historic HerStory.
Monotheistic love is to panentheistic Wisdom
as win/win spiritual wisdom co-operates EarthTribe
natural law love.
EgoMe born of and returning toward EcoWe,
EchoWe.
A wise soul once said to me, "Woman where is your confidence?"
The kind of confidence that is needed to fight the battle between good
and evil.
If I am wanting to pick up my sword, in this case The Word of The Lord
Himself and run the course that is given me, then I need to run my race
and fight the battles that are before me... remembering that if I do not
learn soul balance and live in God's timing, and if I do not pursue the
supernatural understanding of how God's Kingdom operates, then I shall
not be any better than a little boy who only plays at war- tossing away
my sword and shield when I don't feel like playing anymore.
If I forget that my true heavenly reward is the King of Kings and Lord of
Lords Whom awaits me there at home, then I am just having a holiday
here on earth in the midst of an ever growing blood bath.
That if I do not share the knowledge given unto me by God Himself since
I too do share in His DNA, then I should only be as a little girl still playing
teacher in-front of a student body of dolls and stuffed animals.
So with fresh insight I take my Bible out tonight and read the pages of Joel II,
where I had left off - where The Word is saying Blow the trumpet in Zion;
sanctify a fast; call a solemn assembly; gather the people.
Sanctify the congregation; assemble the elders; gather the children, even
nursing infants. Let the bridegroom leave his room, and the bride her chamber.
How this wonderful chapter does go on about how God will sanctify, justify and
comfort the entire family of the old and what will be the New Zion.
So I must come into balance, I must grow up having childlike trust, and have
the confidence of His for now warrior like bride.
To put away the temporary things that are meant for spiritual children, and
come to know how to become a solid Godly person, solid warrior, then become
a Godly bride who is fit for the King of kings.
To become a daughter and a daughter in-law who makes her Father, our Father
proud.
So I ask you the same question as this wise soul once asked me, "Jesus' people,
where is your confidence? Will you also put away the immature things of youth?
And ignorance?"
On-ward Christian soldiers!
On-ward!
No fear!
No fear!
S.E. Clark 2015
The last three weeks have been a seemingly endless series of welcome parties, get-togethers, receptions, meet-and-greets and cocktail parties - every kind of cheesy or ostentatious soirée my Grandmère can throw together, she’s dragged me to. It’s hard to match her energy.
“You have to meet people,” she insists, “and they have to meet YOU.”
“And why?” I asked, eloquently, but there’s no use resisting - she’s tireless.
The Prime Minister of France - met him. The mayor of Paris, met him, the CEOs of Paribas, L’Oréal, TotalEnergies, AXA, met them, the ministers of the economy, interior and foreign affairs - met ‘em. The US ambassador to France, met him.
In the play “My Fair Lady,” Eliza, meeting people frantically at the races, repeats “How do you do,” over and over and over to great comedic effect. That’s how I feel at these parties, “Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté.” I say, turning in circles. I’ve met Emmanuel Macron before, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. I haven’t met his wife though - I’d love to ask her about that slap.. hhmm.
Is it shocking that I’ve now met anyone who’s anyone at Université Paris Cité? No, because that’s how crazy-lady operates. “You meet everyone, eye-to-eye,” she lectures, “you have to get out of your bubble, and experience the world as interesting,”
That’s her favorite saying these days. “I don’t HAVE a bubble,” I replied, defensively, but she’s left the room - she’s never still. She seems to know we’re on the clock, that once med-school starts, (in September) I’m going to be all about that.
It’s Monday morning. I’ve been at the Shangri-La hotel pool, where we have full privileges, and I’m coated, like a potato, head to foot, with SPF 50 sunscreen - when who shows up?
Peter (my bf). “You’re early!” I say, not at all displeased, but I’m SO conscious of my tacky skin and chemical smell that I face-palm him as he comes in for a snog.
EEuuww. I can’t make-out with a guy when I’m all greased up.
“5 minutes,” I assured him, heading for the shower.
“I’ll join you,” he offered.
“Well, ok,” I chuckle.
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Songs for this:
Better Days by NEIKED, Mae Muller & Polo G
This Girl by Kungs & Cookin' On 3 Burners
Cake By The Ocean by DNCE [E]
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Light
Aflame
Alight on
A note on- “Brahmarandhra”:-
An aperture in the crown- in our head
In acupressure is referred as- the point GV 20
For Fixing the mind in Dharana is one of the place
The other place is Heart; a lotus, flame, deity or Self
is imagined there. After this focus one should meditate
Between the eyebrows …there lies another vital point
~ Often referred as Third Eye: Is the Place of Thalamus
Pair of Eyes take in light mages are formed in cortex
There is also Amigdyla Like a pair of headphones
Brain operates controls life. Breath, Senses, Regulate
There’s a mechanism in there A circuitry put in place
Our senses travel by thirteen no. Cranial nerves C1-13
The cranial nerves meet At Pons Medulla oblongata
as bulge on flower stalk, pea size In our Mid-Brain
Pair of Eyes~ Speech~ Our Ears ~
Sight locked. Tongue is Stay open
On tip of nose Upturned Can’t shut
Sets a posture Lock onto Nor flap ears
Balancing breath. The palette Yet hearing stops
Inbreath- outbreath In Balance. When in deep sleep
In Jainism, Tradition. Deep Sleep is Meditation
In Kayotsarga - Fourth Turiya Is our true nature -
The bridge on. Beyond Awake, Sleep, Dreamless sleep
Upper lip is key. Beyond Jagrat-Sushupta-Swapna , .the Triad
To keep the focus. The constant in the CNS Central Nervous System
Loci of meditation; 1Exit point: Brahmarandhra. 2.in the cavern in heart
The mouth, the lips, the tongue, the speech, taste, hearing, touch organs
Keeping the senses on hold Connect to Brahmarandhaa, crown on head
Brahmarandhara: Gateway; Life exits through this point upon death.
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I may be small
But the Lord will make me big
He who turns a boy into a man
Magnify me
He who turns a midget into a giant
Magnify me
I may be a fool
But the Lord has made me wise
All men have two eyes
But I have three
Most men only look
But I can see
He who turns a civilian into a soldier
Magnify me
He who turns a peasant into a prince
Magnify me
I may be homeless
Wandering hopelessly in limbo
But the Lord can give me a home
He could place a castle on top of a fruitful land
And I will testify to the power of God
And I will sing to his glory
And tell the world my story
He who turned David into a king
Magnify me
He who gave power unto to Samson
Magnify me
He who operates in the air
Magnify me
You may be poor
But the Lord has not forgotten
And even if you smell like gutter
And eat food that is rotten
He who made Jaja a slave to become king
Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
He who made the universe
Oh! Magnify me
He who separated the land from water
Oh! Magnify me
He who created humanity
Oh! Magnify me
He who created the gods and angels
Oh! Magnify me
They may have technology
And the ability to create
From aeroplanes to cars
And guns that we think are great
But I have sent petitions to the highest power
He whose intelligence supersedes that of men
Oh! Magnify me
He who scientists think he does not exist
Oh! Magnify me
As I stand before you each day on the account of sin
And may your wrath not engulf us like raging fire
He who turns clay into steel
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns fire into ice
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns flesh into spirit
Oh! Magnify me
He who lays nations low
Oh! Magnify me
He who makes nations great
Oh! Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
Shine your light
And liberate us from darkness
Break the chains
Oh! Lord and the shackles on our feet
Guide us Great Sheppard to the green pastures that we eat
And save us from the lions’ mouth
Draw your sword and spear
And grab hold of your shield
Show us mercy and do not destroy what you have built
Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day
Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored and unbridged
at Citizen Bank quays
me subsequently exhibiting,
maddening, and snorting
re: imagine how figurative
unbridled horse's ass neighs;
a fate engendering
mental anguish on par with
voluntarily unrolling Scottish welcome mat
readying yours truly
being lynched courtesy kkk
(I apologize for any
incantation, incrimination, incubation,
indiscretion, insinuation, intimation, invitation...),
cuz metook poetic license
attempting to accentuate brazen crafty deception,
how con artist invoked tender loving care
while (all the while) stealthily employing
stealing gambit, which hack
by the way incorporated his suppressed hurray
for him positively coaching me
invisibly eliciting, interposing, manifesting,
questing, and ushering entranceway
into sought after vaunted money
synonymously enlisting sprinkled pet accolade
such as "good job"
never disclosing discerning ulterior motive
exacting a risky (business) mission
unlike dramatizing the WWII story
of the Thailand-Burma Railway
regarding those soldiers who built
Bridge over the River Kwai
in the former scenario exhibiting
how yours truly (me) did betray
requisite necessity to protect
fungible assets of mine
by voluntarily cooperating
with the enterprising villainous prankster,
who applying one alias
called himself "Harvey Specter"
guiding blindsided yours truly
(who received nincompoop of the year award)
obliging scoundrel to withdraw cash willingly
and convert sain moolah into bitcoin
(a type of digital currency
in which a record of transactions maintained
and new units of currency are generated
by the computational solution
of mathematical problems,
and which operates independently
of a central bank) courtesy digital wallet,
which nefarious experience found me
posting a gofundme page to no avail!
It's day one.
But not really, because its actually been two years
And my Body is starting to eat itself
As each year passes, another part of me is consumed.
A leg, a finger, a part of my brain
I stumble through the day with my one leg, and half
A brain, attempting, trying to function
Oh! My eye is gone, I can no longer see -
How will I get to work?
Day two, but not really, since we’re going on
Year Four
And my skin has started to rot, and peel
Onlookers cover their nose at the stench
Of my rotting corpse, dragging itself down the street
Father ignores the necrosis
Although he has learned, somehow
To cover his nose
And look away from the maggots nestled
Comfortably in my flesh
But Sister claws at my cannibalistic Body
In anger and fights,
Desperately trying
To stop Her from eating me
But last night, She took my heart.
The one thing I had, she took -
Unexpectedly.
Its shrieks of pain pierced the cold night air
As it was slowly and mercilessly
torn apart, tortured for hours,
Till the screams subsided and turned
Into a deafening silence.
So now, I move with no heart
No brain
No fingers or feet
Just a torso, an arm and
An empty half-a-head
Dragging itself down the street.
I can no longer think, feel, breathe or remember
It takes me at least
Forty five minutes, to remember where I put my keys
Or my shoes
I smile at people with half my lips, laugh
With half a stomach, come home
Lie in bed and stare at the ceiling
With half an eye
My Body and I are no longer one,
She operates completely on her own and
Has become my enemy.
She spends every day
Taking more from me, determined
To make sure I do not see the next
But I cannot blame her one bit, for you see,
Her Owner is despicable.
She laid in silence, watching as I
Hurt those She loved, destroyed a future She built
Discarded the ones She cared for
And damaged Her beyond repair
She deserves Her revenge
I will not fight Her for it
Soon the day will come
When the last of Her and I
is consumed, when the both of us will
be taken away
Into the abyss, our fear and regret disappearing
Into the unknown, finally free, blissfully free
from the pain we both endured.
Holistic position
simultaneously invites further co-passion
and celebrates having become ever more compassionate,
Inspired that Earth stewards hope to rightly balance
human relationships
with our wider ecological responsibilities.
These right relationships
and EarthCentered responsibilities
need not compete
with more anthropocentric views
of care-giving and -receiving rights
within theologically reasoned
and sensed,
thought and felt, responsibilities to Earth's wealth
of health.
How I rightfully invest in family
and friends
and vocation
operates integrally
(not disassociated from)
with being
and becoming
a healthy resilient
and wealthy resonant
Earth organic energy system,
one identifiable ZeroSoul
interdependently individuated,
and yet still individuating.
Because humans are sacred sons and daughters
of matriarchal EarthWombs,
and DNA strictures within health strands
and maternal histories rebirthing toward future regenerations,
unbroken webs of intersectional win/win interests,
bleeding our past for mistakes
and breeding our future healthiest opportunities
EarthRights
predict humanely cooperative Asylum,
prophesy invited Green organic
global and individual intentions
toward Win/Win Sanctuaries,
Shared sacred
safely invested
places and times
co-owned and eco-managed
where now lie more disassociated apartheid communities
of diverse idolatrous/industrial bodies
associations/dissociations
divisions/multiplications
corporations/decapitations/recapitations
organic and mechanical
divine and robotic
complex and chaotic
unitarian networks and universal bosons,
exterior ecosystems and interior egocenters
compassioning timeless EarthWombed gratitude.
Compassion is not a fixed state,
not a property I can autonomously own;
As gratitude is a verb of positive emergence,
a property we can only cooperatively co-own
as perpetually timeless
and yet momentarily eternal
becoming together
compassions
rooted in leisured songs and lovely dances
unfinishable
this side of Earth's death.
This holistic life position
synergetically activates love's compassion fruit
and celebrates becoming ever more well-being
ego/eco-passionate.
Our dreams, our callings and our reason for being
We need to hold fast to them if success we hope to be seeing
For if we lose our dreams, those core longings that help us to cope
We'll be like a bird with a broken wing flightless and without hope
We won't be able to realize our full potential and we'll be stuck in place
Unable to have authentic lives nor receive God's infinite grace
Living your dream in 2015 by acknowledging the Lord God Christ
As He's the beginning and the end of everything in life
And when you have a relationship with Him you will come to find
That no matter what life has thrown at you with Him there is peace of mind
And no matter how rocky the road that you travel through
God has your back and will always be there for you
For He is the Creator of all that you see
He gave you life and controls your destiny
Living your dream in 2015 by acknowledging the power of God
And having a relationship with Him that is straight from the heart
Trusting in Him with all that is in you
Being obedient,loving, submissive and true
And if you lead not to your own understanding hopefully you'll find
That God always has your best interest on His mind
For when you're in the spiritual flow
You don't always need to know
What God is doing and how He operates
Just sit back and let your faith generate
A strong foundation on which you can stand
And not one of sinking sand
Living your dream in 2015 by doing an inventory in your life
To remove all the rubbish and the trash that had caused you nothing but strife
To get rid of toxic relationships that possess not one ounce of trust
That are like a car with no gas going nowhere and starting to rust
Living your dream in 2015 by giving God your best
As only what you do for Christ will be truly blessed
So let God direct and guide your life course
Allow Him to be your ultimate power source
Now understanding that everything in life that you desire
Might not be what God thinks you require
Just trust, believe, be patient and wait
Allow God to give you an overflowing plate
Living your dream in 2015 by coming to understand
That a relationship with God should be your life plan