Who said my profile is incomplete?!

It's as done as i want it to be!

Sensitive poets...

Here is a hug to keep you going.

Talking of things done, I just had reason to recall visiting a cemetery where i observed how subsidence, the affect of marauding tree-roots as well as decades and decades of rainfall had wreaked havoc amongst what must once have been carefully laid out walkways and the spaces in between some of the final resting places of the deceased.

In the ground, some of the gravestones had become tilted this way and that, looking like an open mouth with exposed teeth that would have once upon a time benefitted from the enforced restraint of braces. While others had already given up the ghost entirely and lay shattered, facedown, on the ground, like scattered pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that you damned well knew could never, ever be gathered up and interlocked to compose the original form.

All of which meant that it was darned nigh impossible to see who it was that lay there. And yet still numerous more of the graves had sunken into the earth as though burrowing further away from the living. Didn't take much imagination to fathom out that over time the Earth Herself would envelop it all as landfill.

Amidst all this dilapidation a stray thought crossed my mind as I registered the words and sentiments chiselled into the headstones and tombs - inanimate objects that had not yet met with their own version of fate evident all around them! Yes, my idle mind pictured a comedian looking on at all of this and turning to a passerby asks, "You reckon any of them ever had an earth-moving experience in the bedroom?"

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In case you are wondering what prompted me to not only recall that garbage but to share it in public, I would reply that iI was under the influence of random thought association brought about by finding that a topic I had contributed to had been moved from where it had been into the arena of Sports, Health & Fitness.

No, it's not arrogance brought on by impure ego nor am I complaining; but rather simply observing that in life & in death things once taken as solid foundations can be made to move with startling consequences... What does a dropped-dead beaten up poet-less human need with Sports & Fitness?!





Oh, lest I forget. All of that preamble is by way of me saying that i sure as hell am on my way to the crematorium .... 'tis just a matter of time.

Hello & thank you for visiting. Hope you are well and enjoying your time on the site.



Regards

dreadaye

Very,very good reflection on death.I read most days small bits from the tibetan book of living and Dying and do more meditation than is probably good for me.
In a personal retreat today focusing on the poem by Shantidevi it really is very good and reflects some of what you have said in this poem you know.
Have a good day,
T(an ordinary woman)

Thank you for the hug it is gratefully received and returned a hundred fold.
T

Over 24 hours later, still no response.

And because I predict tomorrow will be the same, I post this as a kind of advance instalment.

Ah well, sometimes it takes a child-like innocence to show the way. Thank you. . Profile has been amended accordingly. Don't worry it only makes sense if you are a little insane ... and like me are trying to make sense of this.

regards

dreadaye

Hi! How are you? Wonder-filled I do hope. As for me, I am being fantastically well and intend to offer my full support in seeing to it that I continue to be as i AM. 'Aint you just go to love life. Damn, it's good.

If you care to, use your aural sense to picture a continuity announcer on your favourite radio station requesting that you, "do not adjust your sets, for what you are about to hear (in this instance read) is especially seeped in the unique brand of insanity this particular ghost seems to specialise in. Thank you for tuning in and without much further ado let's get this show on the road....


I once bemoaned the fact that the forum software does't have a facility that allows us to give titles to individual posts (as is the case with phpBB forums). So the title for this is:

Have I been hacked? Or should I be outta here?! ... punchline being, "No I ain't a wannabe celebrity!

Back to reality. Received a strange message in my inbox 6 days ago advising that

I was stunned! So on the same day I replied asking if anyone would care to explain the rationale to me because that artists depiction done a few years back was in no way indistinct or un-representative or misleading. Should the the picture of HRH be 'deleted; from our notes because it is unlikely to attract malingerers to go chat with her?! Begging Your pardon Ma'am but you do get one's meaning don't you?

Six days later no reply. So I am wondering if my account has been hacked or .....

In my browsing this forum i have seen profiles with no picture, profiles represented by assorted cartoon characters, profiles with signs of the zodiac, profiles with mountains, profiles in which one can barely see the face, I have even seen pictures of men attached to a female. I have seen upside down pictures. I have also seen pictures in which more than one person is present? Has mingle2 written to them after having 'deleted' their picture. Answer: NO. So why me?!

Or am I just imagining all of this and the real issue is that my account has been hacked? And if it has been hacked, how come it takes six days to get back to me ... ?

Anyway I am still here with my insanity so I guess that counts for something, however if you look left you will see the manner of my protest.



PS: If this topic disappears you would have learnt how to 'disappear yourself from the www

As always, respect & heartfelt regards


dreadaye


PS: remember, look to the left ... I promise I won't ever ask you to chat LOL

Meh, start a rebellion first,
burn it down,

and then get out.

For understandable reasons there will not be any further updates from my inbox :) However, while the spirit of rebellion is being mooted what's up with the sudden spate of spam messages on the site? Often at least in triplicate with assorted telephone numbers and products/services being offered. Should I beg forgiveness and offer my services as a moderator?

lol. We are not to discuss admin or moderators, it is in the rules....

I think if i had read the rules last time I would still have been waiting. LIke I am now. In the meantime ...

While this topic will most likely get pulled I just want to go on record to genuinely share my experience that the general atmosphere pervading this site is amongst the best that I have encountered online.

Reading the contributions of various 'minglers' - too numerous to mention by name but few amongst the entire population - who tend to hang out in the forums has become a highlight in the way that I choose to spend part of my day. They are all especially dear to me. Why? Because they lay who they understand themselves to be 'on the line'. I admire that quality in a human; and when it goes hand-in-hand with possession of values that I appreciate (and in some cases aspire to increase my own stock of) I get filled with a sense of awe for the power that we human's possess to reach out and be there for each other.

Enjoy your day.

Sorry, If you blinked you would have missed the protest. It's over.
While i still reserve my right to argue my case in the matter, I do confess to not feeling quite the same energy with any other than one or other of the two pictures I have used. Grrrrr!

So for altogether different reasons the pic remains as dictated by mingle2's actions ...hacker or not.

Glad that's out of the way.

Sir, this was awesome, although I refrain from mild protests

I will join you in a quiet riot mate! Cheers!

hello again.

For the record, "NO, yours truly does not have a morbid obsession with the afterlife. YES, i do have a zany sense of humour that finds me utterly content with being the only one to 'get the joke' as I explore stuff that pops into my head.

As i may have mentioned before, the title under which this lunacy is being penned was conjured in a moment of personal crisis in which I found myself guided to an inner place from which the unambiguous assertion that I will survive spoke out.

So, being blessed with creative sensibilities, instinct kicked in, and in hindsight what better way can any living organism herald the unexpected discovery of a self-perpetuating, spiritually attuned willingness to BE, than by embracing that which terminates ones existence in the material sense of being?!

Yep, it is that simple. No ulterior motives. No taunting! No self-important posturing. No high-minded, holier than thee chest thumping. Just a good old, primordial, intent to protect and preserve that which we all hold dear i.e being. Hearing my inner voice as i write this down, one of the channels in my head is broadcasting an undertone that prompts me to add that what i relate wasn't a product of lengthy deliberation. Nor did I have the slightest clue as to what shape this 'new way of being alive' was going to manifest itself. However, what I 'felt' was that I would need to meld my sense of being with a drive we all have, in one form or another, to create.

So there it is, a ringside view of the unfolding lunacy inside a human mind that has become bewitched by a concept that once let out of the proverbial box, begins to assert its' own purpose. Maybe it is the soul itself that has conjured a way to make itself more evident in these remaining days. Who knows?

But it sure as hell is fun ... if you have a sense of humour such as i do

As the man said, "livestrong"

Peace & Respect

dreadaye

PS: ... but do remember: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vQaVIoEjOM