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Written under the influence…

…of binaural beats.
I don’t know if it’s it a bunch of bullspit or not. I went into it with the, “it won’t hurt” mindset.

After a few days, I may have to change my mind. I’ve been able to focus. I’ve been pleasant. I mean smiling and laughing with people instead of at them “pleasant.” My creativity has increased (at least I think it has.)

Could it be the binaural cocktail of “morning meditation” then a little “positive energy boost” I throw in a bit of “creativity boost.” The final beat …”pre-exercise workout.” I down that and B A M, I am ready for the morning! I shall continue with this experiment and provide periodic reports.

This is the app I use.

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Have you tried binaural beats? If “yes,” what were/are your thoughts? If, “no,” oh, ok.

I think I’m going to return to “the tube.” Ive been toying around with the idea for a few months/years now. I’d make the occasional vlog here and there. (Somehow, I’ve a second channel. I made it by mistake, if there can be such a thing. ( a “mistake, not the second channel.)
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I’ve discovered that my technology may be somewhat outdated. Oops, let me rephrase that some of my tech (primarily the built in camera on Laptop-O) HOWEVER, on a few test captures using the mobile, I may be able to overcome that obstacle (I finally get to put the Gorilla tripod to good use. YAY \o/ )

I am not an ungrateful person at all. No one has ever said that I was ungrateful (at least not to my face). But there are thoughts that I have that if voiced aloud make me sound it.

Just because

I am of peace

does not mean that I don’t get angry, pissed off and just downright MAD. Have I mentioned that before? No, I’m not only telling this to people who are “surprised” when I blow up; I am also telling this to MYSELF. Lately, I have been having these internal RAGES that leave me weak and ashamed. Yes, I said ashamed. I am ashamed because, these rages come with images and entire dialogues that are filled with nothing but bile and venom. In a FLASH, I kid you not, I can go from elation to caged wolverine. WTFraks up with that?

That was rhetorical. However, if you’d like to chime in, please do so. 👍

I am single because I don’t put my self out in the world to meet people. I am jaded and bitter. I’ve trust issues. The idea of pair bonding does appeal to me. However, I’ve neither the time, the emotional wherewithal or even the desire to be coupled with anyone – any more. I’ve tried it. Everytime I tried it, the relationship outlived the previous. Which should be a good thing. However, that only means the “hurt” the “heartbreak” lasts longer each time. (ZOMG! My ocular implants are malfunctioning. They appear to be leaking.)

Any whooooo…

I do like my new house. I can’t quite call it home. I don’t “feel” like it is “home.” The fault lies with no one. I’ve not felt like I’ve had a “home” in decades. I can’t recall. Oh well. That’s an obsessive thought for another time.

Someone is getting the hang of the Twitter. 😄😄😄😜 Yep, I’m there too. Click here > the Twitter

I should point out that just like on Instagram, I am not a “follow for follow” kinda guy. If your feed is open, I’ll check it out. And if there is something there that makes me say, hummm, I’ll hang out. 🙂 just an FYI. I need to spend more “real-time” on the Twitter. The majority of my tweets are “bot” redirect/shares. Every now and again, I do have an origi thought. “Origi” jejejeje

As I gazed out the window for a bit,
My eye caught a blaze of gold and green
A splash of colour
a drop of rain
Blow winds
chill Fall breeze
Is it Fall
I only “know” BOILING and FREEZING
Wow
I see a runner
Wishing, longing, missing
I gaze
{chime chime chime}
Text message…
There’s that hurt

As I gazed out the window

by the Gods of Sky and Earth

Oh well

A pui tardí

✌️

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Just from where do our thoughts come? :-)

Ok, please check out Internal Luminosity for more background. But to fast forward, there were a series of questions at the end of the blog and the last on made me wonder, so, I am using that as a jump off for my return.

Here are my answers ……

How does your brain work?
I went through several answers until I came up with BASIC programming.
What is the desired outcome?
Do I possess the correct tools to achieve desired outcome?
If “Y” the goto line 9
And then at line 9 one set of instructions
If “N” then goto line 20
And at line 20, a completely different set of algorithms ( is that clear? )

When is your thinking most productive?
Oddly, any time of the day. I can be hiking a trail, talking with friends, peeling potatoes, gardening, listening to music, reading http://internal-luminosity.blogspot.com and BOOYAKITTY (that is my version of an Oprah “Aaa-ha” moment).

What do you do when your thinking is challenged or stops working?
I tend to do a few things. I will either walk away from it for a while; or research the issue. Perhaps I’m missing something that would make the picture clearer.
Ask myself, if I am having this much difficulty with…., should I give it more thought?
When all else fails, I sleep on it.

How do you navigate challenges in your thinking?
Frustration
Then I re-evaluate and the BASIC kicks in.

From where do your thoughts originate?
Perhaps this will answer this question.
My thoughts start in space. As they enter the grav field and are slowly pulled to Earth, the fluff and whimsy are burned off. And when it finally finds itself in my head, BASIC kicks in. 🙂

You know what? As I look back at that answer….I’m not thinking that’s not right. Where do my thoughts originate? I now query myself, because there have been times when a thought has entered my mind, something that I would never think about as SOP. And I will often stop shake my head and ask, “Where in the hell did that thought come from?” (yeah, crappy grammar and all)

I have to….think about this..BOOYAKITTY, what if our thoughts are just a cumulative….no not the word…an agglomeration of what we’ve read, heard, been told, lived and live..the sum of our life experiences and those a round us?

Now I am here, wondering …and this just came to mind…as situations/opportunities arise, based on life experiences …..naaah

So, what do you think? From where do our thoughts originate? I’m perplexed – or am I?

a pui tardi

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SOMETIMES I CAN BE AS DENSE AS A PLANK!!!!!

I just realised how I can realise a different side of me…. Still searching for that balance, but perhaps looking on the raunchier side. And perhaps not. I may change my mind by the end of this post. 🙂

Oh, I’m going to be peppering this post with snaps taken today. Enjoy!

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Let me share a few, BOOYAKITTY moments with you.

I’ve been deceiving myself. You see, I LOVE buffets. There is almost always something there for someone to eat; veggies, meat, fruit, legumes….whatever. My problem? I “lecture” people about portion control, and I admit, I follow my lectures……however having several (I’ll leave it at several thank you very much) plates kinda defeats the “portion control” part of healthy eating. So as of today, I don’t know the date, I will no longer eat at buffets.

Now time for Intermission

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♫ soundtracking “Solitary” by #Skye http://sdtk.fm/Aiphue #skyewards

Well, it’s happening, my generation of friends, and I, are getting closer to that milestone. Some of us are turning 45ish inching closer to 50 as the clock ticks away. And I am beginning to see a trend in social media posts. Basically, folk are looking forward to being able to speak their minds without (they think) some reprisals for their unedited thoughts. Well, I believe I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Just because one can say something, doesn’t mean that you should.

Oh, don’t preface a statement with, “I don’t mean any harm, but….”. Because, you do… Just sayin,

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You know, that when folk come to me with their problems, I now ask them if this is a vent session or are they seeking advice. The answer determines just how much energy input into listening to them. Seriously,because if all you’re going to do is scream obscenities at me and wave your arms around like a demented windmill, then I’m really not interested. If you want “objective input, then I’m game. What is this leading up to Drew? An acquaintance (the kid who wants to be a peer with his parents.) Yeah, that gobshyte. Well, he’s done it again. He said something….several somethings to be exact and now that he has failed to deliver and I’ve called him on it. I’M AN ASSHOLE. (sorry for the pay channel language) I admit, I asked for it. And although “I am not in the business of being right or wrong.” I am in the business of accountability. If you say you are going to do something, DO IT! That’s all, just do it. Isn’t that a slogan?

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Let’s see,what else? Oh yeah, cheaters.

I am a huge WWF (Words with Friends) fan. But I just realised that people actually CHEAT at that game. WTF ?(and I don’t mean Frak this time) so when I refused a game with someone, I was asked why. My answer, you cheat. I know you cheat because we’ve been playing for years and all of a sudden you play a 96 point word of foreign origin that you CAN NEITHER DEFINE NOR USE IN A SENTENCE.

♫ soundtracking “F-cking Boyfriend” by The Bird and the Bee http://sdtk.fm/zVrjj4

Do you ever just get talked and listened out? I’m getting to that point now. I need holiday. I may take a room in some out of the way motel one weekend soon, just for me.

What’s up with all of the tectonic activity of late? You see, I’ve an app that alerts me of earthquakes. See…..

A 4.7 magnitude earthquake occurred in “Southern Sumatra, Indonesia” (Longitude: 100.265°, Latitude: -1.975°, Depth: 53 meters) on January 23, 2012 11:41:08 PM UTC.

A 6.3 magnitude earthquake occurred in “Offshore Chiapas, Mexico” (Longitude: -93.087°, Latitude: 14.963°, Depth: 80 meters) on January 21, 2012 6:47:15 PM UTC.

A 4.2 magnitude earthquake occurred in “Turkey-Iran Border Region” (Longitude: 44.166°, Latitude: 38.678°, Depth: 5 meters) on January 22, 2012 11:25:24 AM UTC.

Tesla, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla , humm

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Well, I’ll play myself out….. ♫ soundtracking “Polite Dance Song” by The Bird and the Bee http://sdtk.fm/xToYNl

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a pui tardi

🙂

The “bordered” images are mine. The Phoenix image found on the web. The sticker is from getglue.com.

The voice speaks of an … Endless Dream – Conjure One

Music plays a HUGE part of my life. I draw from it – lessons, meaning and answers.

It’s all coming back to me now
That strange and almost endless dream
Where I was you and you were me
You opened up your eyes and I could see
That you were falling from the world
As aimless as a shooting star in orbit around me
Thinking I was somebody else
And terrified to look at me and see yourself, well…

You are like a dream
And I am just a trip that you are on
When the trip is over you will go back
To the places that you once beloved
You will look for comfort there
And when you do you’ll find that it has gone
That is when you’ll dream a dream
Where I am you and you are me
And then you’ll know my love

So don’t be afraid
Your heart is in me
And it’s racing so fast now
‘Cause everything we ever were or ever will be
Is shapeless as a changing cloud
Your letter written on the sky
I’m needing now to read it through my eyes
When you see just what I see
Then tenderly watch it change
And just let it be

‘Cause I am like a dream
And you are just a trip that I am on
When the trip is over I will go back
To the places that I once beloved
And I will look for comfort there
And when I do I know it will be gone
That is when I’ll dream a dream
Where I am you and you are me
And then I’ll know your love

…so quiet now…

This is just some trip that we are on
When the trip is over we will think of this
As someplace that we once beloved
When I find no comfort here
I’ll look again to find it in your arms
That is where I’ll dream a dream
Where I am you and you are me
And that’s where I know love

YO SOY UN HOMBRE SINCERO… de Jose Marti

YO SOY UN HOMBRE SINCERO…

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.

Yo vengo de todas partes,
Y hacia todas partes voy:
Arte soy entre las artes,
En los montes, monte soy.

Yo sé los nombres extraños
De las yerbas y las flores,
Y de mortales engaños,
Y de sublimes dolores.

Yo he visto en la noche oscura
Llover sobre mi cabeza
Los rayos de lumbre pura
De la divina belleza.

Alas nacer vi en los hombros
De las mujeres hermosas:
Y salir de los escombros,
Volando las mariposas.

He visto vivir a un hombre
Con el puñal al costado,
Sin decir jamás el nombre
De aquella que lo ha matado.

Rápida, como un reflejo,
Dos veces vi el alma, dos:
Cuando murió el pobre viejo(*),
Cuando ella me dijo adiós(**).

Temblé una vez —en la reja,
A la entrada de la viña,—
Cuando la bárbara abeja
Picó en la frente a mi niña.

Gocé una vez, de tal suerte
Que gocé cual nunca:—cuando
La sentencia de mi muerte
Leyó el alcalde llorando.

Oigo un suspiro, a través
De las tierras y la mar,
Y no es un suspiro,—es
Que mi hijo va a despertar.

Si dicen que del joyero
Tome la joya mejor,
Tomo a un amigo sincero
Y pongo a un lado el amor.

Yo he visto al águila herida
Volar al azul sereno,
Y morir en su guarida
La vibora del veneno.

Yo sé bien que cuando el mundo
Cede, lívido, al descanso,
Sobre el silencio profundo
Murmura el arroyo manso.

Yo he puesto la mano osada,
De horror y júbilo yerta,
Sobre la estrella apagada
Que cayó frente a mi puerta.

Oculto en mi pecho bravo
La pena que me lo hiere:
El hijo de un pueblo esclavo
Vive por él, calla y muere.

Todo es hermoso y constante,
Todo es música y razón,
Y todo, como el diamante,
Antes que luz es carbón.

Yo sé que el necio se entierra
Con gran lujo y con gran llanto.
Y que no hay fruta en la tierra
Como la del camposanto.

Callo, y entiendo, y me quito
La pompa del rimador:
Cuelgo de un árbol marchito
Mi muceta de doctor.



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