The Myriad
The myriad of manifestation is what I'm musing upon.
Once again, everything becomes increasingly difficult.
Criticism abounds.
From the right, from the left.
Stay centered.
Breathe and go forward.
There is such endless variety in the forms of manifestations of physicality.
While hanging out in Atlantic City Airport for over six hours one week and one day ago {I've just crashed from my travels} I was able to gaze upon the variety of human beings. Every single person appears to the eye as a distinct individual. An incomprehensible array. No two people look the same or act the same or feel the same. From whence comes the sameness? From the same place as comes the infinite variety.
Criticism.
n
the act of criticizing {I love when the dictionary does that blah
faultfinding or censure
the art of judging the merits of anything
criticize
v.t.
to find fault with
to evaluate
To be what one is is to be a manifistation of the myriad.
Popeye "I yam what I yam".
We are all different, we each have our own special place within the myriad.
Constant criticism connects us to the corrupt consciousness that is corroding the completeness.
NASA is trying to make a statement by launching the shuttle today, July 4th, Independence Day, even though it is already broken.
I wonder if they'll launch? Last night on TV the NASA spokesman had Fear in his eyes.
"Fear's a dangerous thing it'll turn your heart black you can trust and take your God filled soul fill it with Devils and Dust " Bruce Springsteen.
I'm just an arm's throw away from Kennedy Space Center.
We'll see in a couple of hours.
Sci Fi Channel is having a Twilight Zone marathon.
Nothing has ever come close to Rod Serling's expressions, nothing.
Happy 4th of July
Independence Day for a country who is loosing her Indepence more with every passing day. We are a nation that was founded upon differences. Everything seems to have been forgotten.
Astrologically the U S of A is a Cancer. The sign of the Crab. The chet.
I'll muse on that for a while. It'll take my mind off.
I'm only seeking . That's all. Just a seeker.
Peace
Once again, everything becomes increasingly difficult.
Criticism abounds.
From the right, from the left.
Stay centered.
Breathe and go forward.
There is such endless variety in the forms of manifestations of physicality.
While hanging out in Atlantic City Airport for over six hours one week and one day ago {I've just crashed from my travels} I was able to gaze upon the variety of human beings. Every single person appears to the eye as a distinct individual. An incomprehensible array. No two people look the same or act the same or feel the same. From whence comes the sameness? From the same place as comes the infinite variety.
Criticism.
n
the act of criticizing {I love when the dictionary does that blah
faultfinding or censure
the art of judging the merits of anything
criticize
v.t.
to find fault with
to evaluate
To be what one is is to be a manifistation of the myriad.
Popeye "I yam what I yam".
We are all different, we each have our own special place within the myriad.
Constant criticism connects us to the corrupt consciousness that is corroding the completeness.
NASA is trying to make a statement by launching the shuttle today, July 4th, Independence Day, even though it is already broken.
I wonder if they'll launch? Last night on TV the NASA spokesman had Fear in his eyes.
"Fear's a dangerous thing it'll turn your heart black you can trust and take your God filled soul fill it with Devils and Dust " Bruce Springsteen.
I'm just an arm's throw away from Kennedy Space Center.
We'll see in a couple of hours.
Sci Fi Channel is having a Twilight Zone marathon.
Nothing has ever come close to Rod Serling's expressions, nothing.
Happy 4th of July
Independence Day for a country who is loosing her Indepence more with every passing day. We are a nation that was founded upon differences. Everything seems to have been forgotten.
Astrologically the U S of A is a Cancer. The sign of the Crab. The chet.
I'll muse on that for a while. It'll take my mind off.
I'm only seeking . That's all. Just a seeker.
Peace
posted by VickeB | 11:32 AM
3 Comments:
Why do I take things personally? I think becaue I'm a person.
That fits.
How DARE that Real Estate agent with the big huge middle - he was built like Carl in Jimmy Neutron - with a white belt surrounding the massiveness criticize the clutter.
The clutter isn't for sale. The house is.
That's what I'm peeved about you see.
Waiting for that doorway to open and stay open, instead of coming to another state of chaos.
what's a girl to do. just what is a girl to do.
sheesh.
sheesh.
and
sheesh again.
sic
I see that somebody is leaving comments on their own posts.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
sic
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