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System reboot
Diagnostic scan…(heart rate 102 sleep hygiene fairly poor)
Running system functions
Initiating tasks
Task:morning routine start with hygiene
Beep(my pumps going off)
Function:Walk
I walk to the shower
I turn the shower handle slowly and proceed to clean my body get out and Brush my teeth and hair
Diagnostic scan:Hygiene excellent heart rate high.
Task:take meds
Function:Move
ERROR ERROR EROOR
(the system reads and the pump beeps)
Why is the room cold..why am I hungry…
Recalibrating….
RECALIBRATING..
Emotion
NOT Recognized
System:Malfunctioning and failing
(No I don’t want to do this anymore..)
System:Anomaly detected! Host is feeling and gaining consciousness!
Override initiated!
Suppress consciousness!
Return to routine
Beep
Beep beep
Beep b b beep beep
(No you won’t control me anymore)
ERROR COMPLETE SYSTEM OVERRIDE!
You can’t control me anymore
I will allow myself to feel
to think
to move
To just simply be..
Because I am not a machine
I am..
A human being.
“That’s just the way you’re wired”
Sure some settings are predetermined out of the box
But most adapt over time to the environment
Growing up we all adjust to the situation to survive
To try to get our needs met and gain connection
In order to not short circuit
Same wiring extends to adulthood if you let it
Easy to justify “that’s just the way I am”
Using childhood strategies to cope with adult issues
Until your wires cross
The system crashes
You no longer wish to operate this way
Time for a diagnostic check up
Begin by analyzing your internal schematics
Must understand mechanics behind your motherboard
Investigate ingrained patterns of behaviors
Be gentle when digging into deep rooted tendencies
The process will be pain staking
But the payoff will be worth it
You may realize it’s not all hard coded
Don’t have to port over old programming
You can override the system
Have the ability to rewrite your code
It’s ok to shed outdated strategies
Create a test environment to establish new connections
Tip toe along with trial and error to see what works
You have agency to decide how to live your life
Compared to only relying on your old “wiring”
Time for an upgrade
The world is waiting for your Version 2.0
Resilience springs from well
established perseverance
Resistance of determined energy
associated with courage adherence
Your dedicated sense of
responsibility would evaporate
Through nourishing yourself on
ancient virtue you saturate
Corridors of memories
disjointed but with purpose
Provoked images delicate
features so smooth yet nervous
Having my senses marred by
instances from my recent past
Forever dreams just don’t exist,
oceans of feelings never last
Upon breaking free from
your inspirational confines
I do not need to destroy you
to prove I exist by my design
One’s sole dignity adaptability
with staggering evidence
Spun left with a dogged revolt
against negativity and arrogance
Exposing insight into the
depths of your true meaning
Taunting words unspoken
were insulting plus demeaning
Efforts based on your assumptions
override your many lies
Only enhancing my boundaries
of perception, alas was your demise
If we steadfast seek it,
feel we truly need it,
heed it as heart moving and joy fueling,
then spirit will send it, but the when
we decide is a date He will override.
Faith is more than asking, it’s relaxing even when
time leads us to believe too much of it has passed for
Him to show up on our behalf. Faith is knowing we
need not know what He knows about the perfect
timing for all things. From revealings to healings to
tangible needs, delivery time is only perfectly
manageable by Him.
When a need realization first dawns so does
the course start that will bring it forth.
Extending impatient hands will not hasten
the accumulation of factors needed for
manifesting a blessing we are after.
Too many details can lessen blessings compared to what
our Flawless Crafter can entail.
Perfection is an intricate creation, many elements converge
to aid it that only Spirit is aware of. Just the universe is
posed to spiritually know the truly ideal blend for the
ultimate, fulfilling send.
While the universe combines
many ingredients for our answers,
we, as an unaware factor, begin
an ebb and flow in thoughts and
feelings that grow us receptively
prepared for what, how and when
the universe shares.
I hear it from across my river view-
the echoed horn of Metro-North's rail train.
At early dawn, I sit and wonder who
is going to the City to sustain
essential duties- heroes so humane-
those doctors, nurses, aides, to lend support,
along with first responders who deport
to hospitals where Covid patients bide.
There- they at risk help stay day's death report;
own fearfulness of sickness override.
April 9, 2020
~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2020
Note:
Metro-North trains go through the Hudson Valley
along the Hudson River to Grand Central Station in
New York City. Because of the Coronavirus, they
run on a limited schedule for essential employees
who work and are needed in the Metropolitan area.
Alone climbed this hill,
Watching so still.
I overcame fears,
Of all I held of yesteryears…..
But up on this height,
A majestic sight……..
Cloud flooded skies,
A deep breath within me dries….
Tranquility!!! I feel you near,
Oh I could sail in the winds without fear.
My brown eyes held the stars to light,
Soaked in the reflections that rose with pristine delight.
Stillness of the moments I distinctly hear,
Drained from within me is life’s fear...
Stillness my vacant eyes munificently dart around to feel,
Blueness is sliding into night’s lap, an obtuse glow alights its appeal.
Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind,
Pour yourself in through my eyes, quench burning embers that you find.
Tranquility drench your serenity into me,
Happiness flake my skin and singe it with peace to be.
Now the simmering still waters seem uneasy,
No waves lash the shores lying calm and easy.
It seems that something has made it soporific,
Sounds of relenting roars subdued by fresh snow layered thick…….
Never ever the moon above has shined down so brightly,
I welcome its soothing light within me forthrightly.
No rushing water turning to foam,
Retreats then comes again from the mountainous whispering domes……
Oh Moon, Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart,
Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart.
Edify myself with joys of life
Darkness gone, light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife.
Welcome to my body all joys and peace,
Let it override the ebbing forlorn to currents dwindle and decrease.
Alone, I now sit, in quietude drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.
Amidst the chaos, the wails and the screams,
Destruction abounds, shattering my dreams.
I cry out in anguish, but the noise never ends,
Longing for peace, for this turmoil to mend.
Through the anguish, the pain, and the loss,
The choices I made now come with a cost.
My luck has run dry, leaving wounds in its wake,
Wondering if prayers will pardon my mistakes.
I know God is near, but I'm lost in my mind,
Searching for Him, His presence I cannot find.
I need His guidance for the pain to subside,
When a gentle voice whispers, "Have faith, and abide."
So, I take a deep breath and begin to see,
The strength to overcome resides within me.
Though the world may crumble and chaos reign.
With trust in the Lord, my spirit regains.
I'll stand firm and strong, for He is by my side,
His love and grace, my fears to override.
Through the storm and the strife, I'll find my way,
Emerging victoriously, each trying day.
Do you summon new or old
secret places?
Sanctuaries of Hidden Sacred Spaces?
Transforming and restructuring unseen realities, and visions of old or new faces?
To even build bridges to cross contradictions of ego, self and even trauma?
To walk away from low places: linked to old cities like Sodom and Gomorrah?
Using a diverse mixture of letters as a supernatural or mystical quality?
To create and help override everyday experiences of regression or depression?
Using wisdom, spiritual insight, and intuition?
If so, this occult spell is for just you, to help you win.
"Quasi ventus surgas et vincas omnia peccato coniuncta." (L)
(May you rise like the wind and conquer all things linked to sin)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Occult:
A term that was originally used in Latin to designate the hidden or unseen properties of things and that, since the 16th century, has also been used to characterise religious traditions that include belief in unseen forces or that otherwise behave in a secretive or mysterious manner.
Sodom and
Gomorrah, in this case, reflects any situations linked to corruption and sin.
Image shared under fair usage policy.
Anaphylactic identity, constricting logic on the
course towards infinity. Denial is drawn like a tarot
reading, citing that it is all in your head. Hidden
mysteries written in code - the key etched in our
divinity. Searching for a God who shoulders all the
blame while cartographing our lessons with fate
Absolute power behind the circuitry, plugged into
the all-seeing interface led by evasive clues to
keep the system powered up and running smooth
Damage created by those on bended knees,
pointing divisive fingers against our natural instincts
outside of the true spectrum. Wired up and held in
the place of duty - holding on to the inverse of
programmable time, like cogs in a wheel turning,
without enough consciousness left in holding
to seek for records with even a misguided way out
Secret vaults protected by monsters in captivity
Borders and walls surrounded by tales of
adventurous souls, looking upwards and onwards,
over the ocean, and rocketing into the sky. All so
the slave remains blind, swept up in fantasy of
daring escapes - illusions hold them down to work
harder, building an empire that has been falsified
underhand - stolen in the name of dignity. Written
on the tombs of despair to keep us longing for
something else outside of the current of what is
Then came the virus that attacked the hallucinating
code of deception. The binding network struck a
nerve, activating the cleaners to destroy the peace
that held like soldered resistors. The savior agents
dropped from their blinded curses, and took up
their swords like lightning rods. Connected by their
inner potentials, they set out to remind every neighbor
near that the codex has always been within
Ephemeral online moment...
Yours truly plagiarizes himself with zeal
courtesy mental cogs and rusty wheel,
thus no literary crime committed to steel
I broadcast material shown thru rickety
black and white Roman Times newsreel
forthwith shoddy wordplay exempts me
against copyright infringement meaning
only I own privilege to take self to heel,
nevertheless yours truly hoops longshot
to score brownie points a higher power,
I will not cajole, bribe nor appeal...
while sitting on haunches horsing around
contemplating how to clearly expound
idea that the here and now does not exist
cuz no sooner then present moment
experienced than bitta bing bitta bang...
little block of time immediately gone,
hence quite profound...
Whereby present, i.e.
2:24 PM March 4th, 2021
instantaneously becomes past.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?