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I woke up aware just not responsive. I did not connect with any stored knowledge. Like when your computer is shut down improperly and Windows is not set at start on next boot. All that surrounded me i drew a blank. I lay there hanging in neutral not even confused; just because i went to sleep in the middle of the day, i woke up a blank page. Finally after feeling physical parameters and realizing i could stand i was greeted by my roommate whom i did not know, with a tv going in the background, so hearing sounds that made no sense while very slowly came a realization there was parts --BIG parts -- gone from my knowledge-base and i was not connecting with all. It was a terrible strain to make sense of the things that i was being told as i started to feel a void for all i was hearing that described who I am. Fear was growing with each bit of memory coming back suggestive that there's more than i can grasp. I now understand that physically awareness is a separate layer from responsiveness --like for those in a coma -but truly are we much different than the concepts of computers and programs. It's said that we only recreate nature. Maybe i was at the end of my files, no inspiration to drive a spark that ignites recognition of any stored document. Like my file cabinets, designed in early childhood development had locked me out; I must start over by a new value system -like working in dos mode. Maybe emotional overload has burned out a connection but accessing memories is no longer File-Centric. My now awareness that this universes expressions persists even outside of our Human-Centric values, and the object-oriented value system i learned had misaligned the poles of my perception --I do see things differently now. True, a picture is worth a million words, since a description -Yin- is voluminous, tho its definition -Yang- is simpler, this concept is quickly denied by our logic since inside can't exceed outside in the physical world. In defense of self: We own life's effects on us, since knowledge interwoven with experiences is how duality defines us. While we project our perceptions onto our subjects ascribing to their properties all that we see if collectively agree upon is a constant in the equation of a total sum in but just a singular value of multifaceted expressions. Our most basic, universal, filters of perception, w/conditioning follows a linear path and why we fail to know while acceptance of this realm in its entirety' is a submission that empowers us.

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All We Are Is Real

There's not a soul who wants to confront that All we are is REAL. 
Our bodies interact within the level of the molecular, Our emotional aspect  within the level of chemistry while our minds interaction is electrical, Tho our awareness of spirituality is by choice, only bound by the limits of the physical properties we've learned, we impose by ability of logic, onto that that we can only describe tho while being a mere aspect of this realm, and truly we can see outside these boundaries or properties we impose since inclined to also project onto the unknown, is just for the sake of our desperate need for control and predictability, we will choose instead to postpone until death... As tho denial is what protecting our separate sense of self that would otherwise be obliterated within the truth -Like an eclipse of the entire essence of all that we know we are. So here is where we stay, all of us today.

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It Took Death To Make Me See

When I learned my mother had cancer with zero time to live I went into shock. Like being thrown into another dimension. All seemed surreal --like when the desktop changes setting and display switches to high contrast with the colors more vivid-- similar to euphoria without the happiness so not on the same plane, since the poles were not happiness vs. sadness with degrees of happiness down to an abyss or void. I was flipped to a mode amplifying emotional effects outside the boundary we normally dwell. Like a message doesn't fit into your concepts already known. While i was suddenly confronting a self I could barely recognize, later i realized that this self of responsiveness isn't always aligned with best self but so far away from the recognition of ideals, like a disconnect from the spiritual --the thing addressed by religion-- while I was displaced by my love for science and technology. A realm defined only by logic, so now it was incomprehensible that this person I've always known and could not know life without, would soon to be in the unreal or nonexistence. I watched my mothers entire life passing before me. I could feel the essence of earlier times, the sounds slowing down with each passing decade, playing like a movie in my mind with impressions of my mother thru the stages of her life. Those influences reflected upon her. I saw much more than I could glean from old photos or by events described to me or even seen on TV, which now I scrutinize. Like being in a cocoon i'm just now growing out of. A long time after absorbing the truth that my mother is not just gone, but she's actually dead, i come to recognize that I had been preoccupied by the presence of an unidentified woman, standing off to the side of my mind, silently waiting for me to notice. Then it became clear that this image was my mother, just the self I had not known. It's like she was waiting patiently for me to acknowledge her so she could say goodby. That's when I realized that the years I had spent seeking to find my "True Self" --a self better than the sum of others effects on me-- i now see an answer to a question not yet realized. Our true self is our spiritual self, the total essence of us with our ideals intact, untainted by the toll life takes on us and the purpose others impose.

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Man Blinded

Man blinded by the road of many truths 
Lets his heart or cart of knowledge 
get before his horse named Hope
Needs to find blind Faith for Hope to win the race 
and incidentally will confirm the identity of Grace

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A Mother

My mother died surrounded by those who knew her only by a 

narrowly defined role and failure of expectations. While to this 

day, only seen as the blame for their short-comings, deficiencies 

and mistakes, due to choosing to grant them a life where she had 

very little control and all needs unmet were also burdened by 

resentment of society. That her plight is invisible due to gender is 

a story of discrimination that goes untold or just unheard. She --the 

mother-- may as well had died alone, since who she was, just invisible to 

those surrounding her, while there being anything more about her 

than they knew is just incomprehensible as she faded away from 

a life so unfulfilled.

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Pioneers

I'll show you where hell is Just follow me Its down this path called "The Right Road" In this wrong world, there's one in every city Tho a dangerous place to be alone, you wont find any pity Just trust in me now and we're half-way there So we need to lock our doors, to safely shut out all faith, allowing only those facts well proven We'll coast downhill forever now, confirming just these truths What could be is not ours to ponder, while what has been bears plenty of proof and we have no need to wonder All the way down into the forsaken, for the soul who's badly shaken, it becomes easier to fathom that rules were meant to be broken The why, the how, becomes evident now Our spirit is free and we're able to see so with trust we'll find our path not yet taken You'll be earning your way since you let go, and your willingness tho, you'll arrive there alone, yet creating a path that's followed.

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Denial

It seems futile to stay sane. Its like im stumbling thru life, only negative reactions and running on empty. I just stopped to listen to that all-too-familiar sound outside a noise, like screams in the distance while feels so very close. I just allowed myself to hear better and now see that its actually deep down inside of me. Like looking thru a telescope into a galaxy far away i see my heart and feel its crying like desperate, crying so hard its gone on so long its seems like a downpour on my soul. I could turn away right now and no one would ever know because confronting it only in vain because like when a storm is upon us it poses no meaning no intention no purpose except to drag us into an undertow into a world of nothing just pain.

Best Poems Written by Jean Davis

Of Yin and Yang

Awareness Vs Response

All We Are Is Real

It Took Death To Make Me See

Man Blinded

A Mother

Pioneers

Denial