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****In my best Terminator voice...  ****
"I'll be back... " 
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Hiya Di...
Oh dear, did I make it sound as if I thought one's acceptances equated to what actually is or was...
I absolutely agree with your notion expressed in the beginning of your post... ya shoulda known that girl!!!
Remember the dynamic internal review which I call maturity? This is just another aspect of the same notion, really. Of course, results will vary depending on many other things, also, not the least of which is what one has internalized, and how deeply... An evolution of truth...
It is well documented that should a lie be told enough times, the teller begins to lose sight of what was the truth, and the lie becomes it's replacement... used as such... believed as such... built upon as such... 
Fascinating how some people can live this lie, yet to them it would be no such thing... to them, it would be the truth... and completely treated as such. Wow! How are ya? You sure asked me a bunch of questions... I will answer them individiually later... wissssssss me ego intact...
Ah James... Such the master with an expressional cadence... 
Symbelmyne: Yup, I hear ya... it is all circular and self-supporting, is it not? What is perceived as real is real in it's affects. One's perception equates one's reality to one's self... Thomas: Not that I actually disagree with what you have written, but actual reality and one's perceived reality are, I would venture to say, two different things... We all live life according to our perceived reality... Jeannie: 
wouldee: One other thing I wanted to mention regarding your last post... If I am not mistaken, motor skill function, memory, and/or perceptive faculty(cognitive function) are different animals housed in the same cage... 'er 'sumpin like 'at...
Lee: Hiya young-un... How you be? 
We see quite similarly, as you well know...
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Hi back atycha, Creative. Yea, I shoulda known! Actually I think I did, I just like "practicing" stuff I've learned, Mid-term this week, donchya know?
Hi everyone! No time to play tonight, gotta study. Good evening to you all.
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Edited by
creativesoul
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Tue 03/18/08 05:41 PM
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Ok Di...
Here goes...
Can any of us REALLY imagine, truly understand, how small a single life is, compared to all of time and space?
That notion is definitely too belittling a concept to behold...
So is it the egos’ inability to accept its conditional existence that prevents us from embracing the idea that “life goes on”, not just merely beyond our senses, but beyond or knowing; our existence?
I suppose one's ego would have to have some validation and/or self-substantiated existance perpetuated by the notion of a higher individual purpose. What if one completely accepts not knowing? Could it, then, be the reflection of the egos’ inability, to accept its demise, that leads humans to believe they can, will, and must exist, beyond the physical?
Ego needs external validation, a sense of usefulness and importance, on an individual basis... ego individually separates with an internalized perceptional acuity... Is the egos’ suggestion so strongly placed, that the mind will go to creative extremes to give what the ego requires?
I would think that this would need consideration on a case by case basis... The measure of one's humility may be a key... But could we function as a civil society if the demands of the ego were not met?
We have been, they are never truly met... are they?
What happens to the ego and the individual who gives the ego what it wants? Does the satiated ego, extend a sense of wellbeing to the individual, creating a reason to continue the façade of the belief they embrace?
Separate will always be such, and reinforced with the same measures... What happens to the ego and the individual when the ego is denied the significant mark of its superior being and denied its need to be eternal? Will the mind that refuses to wallow in the plausible theories of eternal beliefs, not find comfort? Or will that mind understand and embrace the idea that “life goes on” and as such, wouldn’t it be a comfort to know that the space left behind will, in some fashion, remain?
That question is completely contingient, I would think, upon one's own perception of reality... What does it matter how that comfort in life is achieved, as long as, the goal of at the end of that life, leaves nothing behind but kind memories or historical goodness?
That all would depend on what one believes... For those who believe that there is some reward for being 'good', and punishment for those who refuse to equate 'good' to the belief structure... then it matters most, I would think... It would all depend upon one's placement of value into this life... more importantly, the purpose of it...
Whew!
Be well my friend... Til next time... |
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Lee: Hiya young-un... How you be?
We see quite similarly, as you well know...
Hello Michael... I be well... and embracing this mild weather, out in the yard, gardening, rockwalling, creating, building, allowing....enjoying.. I have saltwater withdrawals...which makes the desire all the sweeter...(ear infection, and burst eardrum)... 
And attempting and failing dismally, patiently awaiting Karma's arrival... 
I am like a small child zooming between the calendar, and being in Now...
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I have saltwater withdrawals...which makes the desire all the sweeter...(ear infection, and burst eardrum)...
And attempting and failing dismally, patiently awaiting Karma's arrival...
I am like a small child zooming between the calendar, and being in Now...
I have NO idea what that feels like at all!!!!!!
Soon sistah ...he'll be there soon!
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30 days, and six and a half hours......
I am soooo not good at this patience thing...
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30 days, and six and a half hours......
I am soooo not good at this patience thing...
patience? isn't that a flower?
It's all relative girlfriend ... I'd like 30 days right about now ... just breathe .... or the anticipation will blow a gasket ...
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30 days, and six and a half hours......
I am soooo not good at this patience thing...
patience? isn't that a flower?
It's all relative girlfriend ... I'd like 30 days right about now ... just breathe .... or the anticipation will blow a gasket ...
Like an eardrum?
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Like an eardrum?
Sorry to hear that
Soooooow what don't ya wanna hear?
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30 days 19 hours 12 min.
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Like an eardrum?
Sorry to hear that
Soooooow what don't ya wanna hear?
What Karma just said...
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Like an eardrum?
Sorry to hear that
Soooooow what don't ya wanna hear?
What Karma just said...
I know!!!!!!
Hugs to you both ... and my wishes for a speedy 30 days .... uhhhh if time is relative .... and everything is now ... then in theory .... oh nevermind ...it's 30 days ...
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Every time I see Jess Lee
it causes me such pain I feel like I’m a hound dog that’s been abandoned in the rain The forums can’t assist us cause we live so far away everything reduces to a meaningless cliché what’s a man to do who’s in love with you? but isn’t there in person to follow through I can’t whisper in your ear the sweet silence of my wheeze as I fight against my asthma passing out upon my knees our physical appearances may be but an illusion but surely all these illnesses are more than just delusion Will we ever know a life that’s free from tonsillitis? A spirit world where every heart will have the touch of Midas Frustrations grow among the great Impatiens and patience dies with every passing day what once was then will now be when and when it’s dead and gone yesterday will swallow it with her ancient primal yawn Shoo bee doo bee doo I’d sing this song for you but my breath is weak your hearing’s bleak this verse will have to do
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Abra.... you need to get your Poetry Published!!!
Everything you Write is FAB!!!!
I noticed You can start and finish a poem in a split second ....and it comes out so darn hilariously funny too
You are most definitely gifted!! 
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Edited by
Abracadabra
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Tue 03/18/08 11:43 PM
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Everything I write is inspired from without
without a doubt there’s nothing deep within The words that flow upon the page are but symbols of my thoughts I have no clue how they imbue the gist of all my plots They dribble from my fingertips like loquacious verbose rain flowing into cyberspace like water down a drain Arid eyes receive them and soak them up like blood telling me my poetry reminds them of a flood I never save a thing I write it’s all just words to me conversations in the night cerebral potpourri
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If my eyes could hear the words
you sing my ears would get a rest. Surfing would be easy, listening at it's the best. The words they wander to and fro, they roll and romp about. Somewhere in the midst of this Sherrie had to shout. Karma told us all how long, how near and just how far. James meandered through the thread Wishing on a star. Michael gives the gift of sight, a place that we can play. I don't know about the rest of you but I intend to stay.
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Mind, ego.......what can eliminate these and give a bigger view except the reality that everything that is said or happen is true, and the vision to see how all is true be unlocked from within the bowels of our subconscious, and how can this be less the conscious mind be denounced, as the barrier that keep the mind as covered with a wet blanket, and from all the joy of knowing each second the good that come from the purpose that all things together create.....
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Edited by
Abracadabra
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Wed 03/19/08 10:51 AM
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My ego’s in my mind
my spirit left behind my insight’s in my hindsight and must somehow be refined The sages preach enlightenment and detachment from our form Creative says insightenment is the way to lose the norm Don’t lose yourself in prejudice of experience bygone become attuned to harmonies within your current song Nature’s way is vibrant her only constant change to live in preconceptions will disintegrate her range With open eyes we look around with open minds we ponder and when we think we have it all it’s really over yonder
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Edited by
Jeanniebean
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Wed 03/19/08 12:43 PM
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I picture Abra with a black tea-shirt and a French beret sitting in a dark beat-nick bar with a pair of bongo drums singing poetry and drinking cocktails... a bar fly sitting with her legs crossed and heavy eye make-up, a couple listening to the poetry, a drunk passed out in a table in the corner, the bartender is wiping the bar with a rag.. ... its getting close to closing time....
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