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Laugh and cry or both, this is the week that just was [Jul. 22nd, 2017|09:31 pm]

I was going to quote the funny bit about Papa John's paying their workers decent wages, but this story almost made me cry. God bless you whoever you are. Never seen your face but I will pray for you.

"A teenaged girl in Saudi Arabia was arrested this week for posting a video of her wearing clothing that didn’t make her look like a beekeeper. Oddly, groups like the “Women’s March” were silent on the Muslim dictatorship’s draconian misogyny.

How come all the “feminists” misplace their “pussy hats” when Islam is involved? "


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Manbearpig [Jul. 22nd, 2017|12:13 am]

"As Bob Reiss, author of “The Coming Storm: Extreme Weather and Our Terrifying Future,” explained it to Salon  in an October 23, 2001 interview. He said he spoke with Hansen while  researching for his book “12 or 13 years ago,” and Hansen predicted that  in 20 years, “The West Side Highway [which runs along the Hudson River]  will be under water. And there will be tape across the windows across  the street because of high winds. And the same birds won’t be there. The  trees in the median strip will change.” Then he said, “There will be  more police cars.” Why? “Well, you know what happens to crime when the  heat goes up.”"


Should I be worried about drowning? I think New York and Savannah are still above water so I guess not.

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convergence lines [Jun. 14th, 2017|08:53 pm]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]

A tableux convergence line warps its way across the sky. Soundprank plays into my earphones. A young girl smiled at me not so long ago for no reason than to recognize me.
As the night falls I sit and wonder about the words of my sister and the chewing out I had from my father the other day. I would wonder about the future in my life but what wold it matter if I did? We never know about the indifineable and individual actions we make each day minute and moment. Can we ever know about the butterfly which flapped its wings in the Amazon or even have a clue to what our actions mean?
I am watching a pretty girl walk through the parking lot through the window; is she married(?) Single(?) interested(?) and what if I meet her should I say? As Thoughty2 put it in a recent video, in essence; how are we to know? Trust your instincts I suppose.
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Hello Moon [Apr. 16th, 2017|01:06 am]
[Current Location |under the lights]
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music |Gus Gus - Sustain]

Hello Moon
my lonely friend
I will walk with you
around your great bend
in the sky tonight

Do you see our friend Jupiter?
his bend through the sky
is almost over for the night

My friend Moon
at times in my life
you have felt like my only friend

We met long ago
do you remember?
I looked into the sky and there you were

I called out to you
and I was only a wee lad
while you, ageless and ancient
curved across the sky

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running [Apr. 4th, 2017|12:59 am]
[Current Mood |awakeawake]
[Current Music |Boris Brejcha - Lost Memory]

Walk through the world with grace and courtesy, but walk through it as though you own it.
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Many are called, few are chosen [Mar. 2nd, 2017|12:07 am]
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music | Stan Kolev - Here Comes The Rain Again feat. Tatiana Blades (Winter Harmony Mix)]

"Now we are in the period of life which we call spiritual spring. If a farmer is late in sowing, then there will be no harvest and, therefore, no bread. Likewise, if a person is late in acquiring sobriety, attention to his inner man, his heart, then he will be left without spiritual nourishment, in spiritual hunger. And if there is some kind of passion in his heart and he realizes it, then he will also understand that no one can drive out this passion except He Who created man. But for this to happen, preparation is needed. And this preparation is fasting and prayer.
(Rymarenko, A.The One Thing Needful (pp. 48–49).
The St. John of Kronstadt Press)

This makes me think of many things. The starving man is more appreciative of the bread for one. The penitent man who spent his whole life going to church will oft have less hunger for the Spirit, for God. The sinner is hungry, just look at the life of St Mary of Egypt as an example. A prostitute born in a foreign faith. In the eyes of man, in the eyes of the legalistic, a great sinner. Turned away from entering the church by the spirit of Mary the mother of God, she shed her old life and repented and then was allowed to enter. After this she shed all and went into the wilderness, living off anything she could find to eat in her desert area. Sleeping in open ground and interacting with nobody. She carried only what was on her back into the wilderness.
Years later she was found by a traveling priest and she was according to his account floating above the ground. He agreed to baptize her and give her communion, but she never lived to see that day. A powerful spirit, first misapplied and then redeemed.
Fasting makes one hungry, it makes one weak. Weakness is the beginning of the realization we need help and are not all powerful. Feeling weak is the beginning of our minds grasping the obvious.
We are imperfect, all living things are. I have been painfully aware of my imperfections for my entire life, as I inherited several extremely rare genetic issues. I would call them disorders or syndromes, but as they cause no real harm and perhaps benefit me in other ways I wonder if they really fall in those categories. All of us have some small flaw we were born with. Nobody is all powerful either, even KiM Il Sung or any other dictator, monarch or even a president. Mr. Trump, you may have millions of dollars but you could never buy me if I didn't agree with my job. Ms. Clinton I wouldn't do anything other than give you the time of day. Mr. Putin I would shake your hand for free.
Politics aside and other analogies aside, basically speaking needing God leaves you hungry. Military campaigns in the western Roman empire mean you desire to know what God gave you the title of Emperor to start with. When you discover the true God you desire to worship and serve that god, and protect the followers of it. In case you didn't notice I was just speaking of Constantine. He may have come to the vineyard late, but the wages of all are the same.
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Do I? [Feb. 22nd, 2017|01:02 am]
[Current Mood |lonelylonely]
[Current Music | Stan Kolev - A New Dawn (Instrumental)]

Do I or do I not? Am I or am I not? To quote Velikovsky I am coming close to 'Doubting the instrument itself'. What am I? What is human life? Service of God of course, but what else is there? This planet, this world exists, and I exist in it of course.
Am I meaningful or am I meaningless? What is the meaning of life? 42 is what some say and though I agree with that conclusion I find myself wanting more. If only I would find the strength to reach out to my fellow man.
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nothing? [Feb. 21st, 2017|11:14 pm]
[Current Location |Somewhere where humans live but no others say hello]
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music | Stan Kolev, Quartet Zahir - Constant Craving (Original Mix)]

I sit in nothing, a chair perhaps made of wood and metal. Such a life. A life of nothing.
I ponder what it all means, or if it means anything more meaningful than a simple '42'. Does it? Do I invent all the meaning to it? Should I be inventing some meaning?
I went through the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be out of the rain. Or did it? I would never traverse a desert without giving a name to my horse.
What purpose do I have? Is there a purpose to life? A meaning?
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Caveman (work in progress) [Feb. 15th, 2017|12:00 am]
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music | Kastis Torrau & Arnas D - Ride (Original Mix)]

With broad strides he marched across the ground, approaching the people assembled and scattered around. His blazing caveman eyes shone with a brilliant primitive ferocity; fingering his bright metallic rock. Passing them all he strode through the open door.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, and lit one with his lighter from his other pocket.
He stared into the sky, trying to ascertain the signs and seasons, but disappointed gave up as the streetlights were to bright to see the signs from the gods.
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Atlas has not shrugged [Feb. 10th, 2017|10:00 pm]
[Current Location |under the lights]
[Current Mood |amusedamused]
[Current Music | Sasha, Krister Linder - Cut Me Down (Kastis Torrau & Donatello feat. Arnas D. Remix)]

Ayn Rosenbaum. Now that is a cousin to be proud to be related to.
I would have loved to meet her.
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Flight [Feb. 10th, 2017|09:25 pm]
[Current Location |skyward]

'Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk with your eyes turned heavenward, for there you have been, and there you will forever long to return.' Leonardo Da Vinci

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stars and other oddities [Jan. 27th, 2017|01:01 am]
[Current Location |under the lights]
[Current Mood |aspiring]
[Current Music | Parachute Youth - Can't Get Better Than This (Donatello 2013 Rework)]

A star hangs
in a hazy sky
Streetlights blare
into my eyes

A friend, a companion
just out of reach
Regardless of how much I know about them
regardless of how much I reach out to them
we may never touch
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