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Prayer Discussion


Women praying in the Western Wall tunnels. Thi...

Women praying in the Western Wall tunnels. This is a spot in the tunnel where Jewish women can be physically the closest to the holy of holies, so they face it in that direction and pray at the wall. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

   

 

Michael Veloff

    I’ve been sleeping mostly which is a surprise during a full moon
    10:40pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    Really?
    10:40pm
    Michael Veloff

    Yes, my sleep pattern is very irregular, been working with doctors since 1994
    10:41pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    should do something about it
    10:41pm
    Michael Veloff

    They have tried everything, Bruce

    I have tried everything
    10:42pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    What about prayers?
    10:42pm
    Michael Veloff

    Prayers? to whom?
    10:44pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    to you, yourself

    it might help
    10:44pm
    Michael Veloff

    I have tried everything, if prayer worked, i wouldn’t be going to doctors
    10:46pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    hmm

    try to pray more

    the only thing i can advise
    10:46pm
    Michael Veloff

    thanks, Bruce
    10:49pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    My pleasure to advise^^
    10:56pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    ^^
    11:29pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    still there?
    11:32pm
    Michael Veloff

    yes, i am praying…
    11:32pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    great&&
    11:33pm
    Michael Veloff

    it’s not working, how long do i have to pray?

    i’ll go back to praying…
    11:35pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    not sure but just keepp doing that

    and you will be find
    11:35pm
    Michael Veloff

    Bruce, you interrupted my prayer, do i have to start over now?
    11:36pm
    Brucewayne Ccy

    sorry

 

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’em Words


Breadcrumb from Swedish breadmaker Skogaholm.

Breadcrumb from Swedish breadmaker Skogaholm. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

It’s quiet around here… a li’l too quiet. Y’all are plottin’ ‘gainst me!

 

Calm down, Agnew! It’s just your Imagination. None of these people exist in any quantum mechanical sense of the way when you’re not interacting with them. Now how could beings in a quantum state get together and plot against you?

 

I don’t know but I seen one time on television where there was these quantum beings and they always seemed to be up to somethin’.

 

Agnew, you can’t believe everything you see on TV or read in a book, ANY book. You’ve gotta get your nose out of your laptop and head out of the clouds. Do you remember that stone buried in one corner of your yard when you were three years old? It was there before you and will be there or somewhere long after you have returned your body to Dust. How big was your World at three? Look how you have complicated it with your “investigations.”

 

You know I’m the curious type, always was a curious kid, liked blowing things up and taking apart radios. It was them words that got me, them words my mama read me and then all them teachers, heads all so full of ideas. Very few solutions, life ain’t simple as algebra was you know it starts me thinkin’ about how close to Life I was at three. But these people populatin’ my Reality, makin’ Noise for noise’s sake like a snake eatin’ its tail. I won’t take responsibility for complicatin’ my Life. The World grew big on me all on its own and on account of all ’em Words.

 

Agnew, “’em Words” can set you Free, if you choose to be Free. You’ve been given the Gift of a Human Experience and are lucky enough to be able to express it. “‘Em Words” were never yours, but what you make them mean, how you compose your alphabetic symphony is up you. The Cosmic Stream is there, it ebbs, it flows, but you are One who hears it. Be content in letting it flow and leave something behind, not bread crumbs on a trail.

 

the story of Our Box Masters


master_RFM12B

master_RFM12B (Photo credit: fotoopa)

 

for a long time
there was no News.

We contented Ourselves
with sitting at Table,
eating, and sharing Stories
most nights

sometimes the Stories would come
to Us
sitting by the Fire
the Stories the Fire would tell Us

after a while,
the Boxes came
with their shiny lights
and Cathode Rays

and like Moths to the Flame
We huddled around the Boxes
warmed in the Glow

and the Stories began to recede

We contented Ourselves
in forgetting Our own Stories
and gathered around Water Coolers
retelling the stories of Our Box Masters
and laughing only
at the Similarity of Our Programming

Our Box Masters
grew tired of sitting in their heavy boxes
Station(ary)
and asked Us
to carry them around

at first
the Box Masters
We carried around and ’round
were quite cumbersome
so we made them smaller
cuter
more appealing

soon We were no longer huddled
like Moths around a Lamp
but fixed in fractal worlds of Babel-on
Our own

We ceased to Listen
to each others’ stories
could no longer make sense
of the Creature sitting next to us
and so it was

a trap well set by the Box Masters

 

fragment of a hallucination


English: 50s Style Movie Thearter

English: 50s Style Movie Thearter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From an old blog post:

21 November 2007

In the summer of 2004, I was living in a boarding house on the West side of Phoenix and getting my medication for my Schizoaffective Disorder from the State of Arizona.  I was taking Zyprexa at the time and managing okay but for some reason my doctor decided to switch me to Abilify and step me down off the Zyprexa.

When I went to my pharmacy to fill the lower dosage of Zyprexa, my insurance refused to pay for the stepped down prescription and I had only the Abilify to rely on which would take weeks to get into my system.  In effect, I went cold turkey on my Anti-Psychotic medication and within a few days I went into several days of full-blown hallucinations.  I will share with you the beginning period of this 4 day Odyssey.

I was sitting on the edge of my mattress when all of a sudden I found myself in a hallucination where I was visiting a movie theater in the middle of the night on a planet orbiting a star several light years from our sun.  I could vaguely remember driving there in my beat up Dodge Intrepid, a journey on some transgalactic highway that took me some 7.5 billion years.

When I arrived at the movie theater, the place was empty except for two young children who were managing the place, a brother and sister, who looked to be somewhere between 9 and 12 years old.  I asked them what they were doing working at a theater on a school night and demanded to speak to their mother.  They hurried off and in a couple minutes a plumpish brunette woman came out and greeted me and asked me what I wanted.

I explained to her that I had just arrived there from another planet and hadn’t had a sip of water in 7.5 billion years and she directed me towards the drinking fountain.  I didn’t scold her for having her kids working the movie theater as I didn’t know what the customs were on this planet.  Maybe the children were homeschooled or had lessons downloaded directly into their brains?  I went to the drinking fountain and eagerly sipped the water for several minutes.  I could feel it filling every cell in my body.

When I was done, I asked the mother if I could rest in the movie theater and possibly see a movie and she directed me toward a turnstile.  I punched in a code and walked through when another turnstile popped up and locked around my hips.  The mother was standing directly in front of me.  She pressed some buttons and I could feel the sperm being drained from my testicles, which was quite unexpected though not entirely unpleasant.  Tricky planet, I thought.

I punched a few buttons of my own on the turnstile and the mother found herself in a hiplock of her own, although I really didn’t care to take any egg samples from her, I just wanted to show her I knew what was what.  She punched a couple more buttons and released me and I walked toward the area of the theaters.  I didn’t really look around to see what movies were playing, nor did I care.  I just wanted to rest.

As I went to enter the theater area, a console popped up and asked me to log in.  I logged in with my nickname at the time, The Original Trickster.  That’s when all hell broke loose.  What appeared to be between 50 or 60 Jedi warriors came streaming out of the theaters in full battle garb and began to draw their light sabers.  I had no weapon but my mind.  The Jedi looked at me and started to do something very curious.  Rather than face me in battle, they began to take their light sabers and try to cut their own heads off.

But they weren’t able to because I was controlling all their actions with my mind.  I spoke to them.  I said, “Put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!” but still they kept trying to cut their own heads off.  I was still controlling their light sabers so I said, “Let me put down your weapons and I won’t kill you!”  Upon uttering these words, the entire troupe of Jedi warriors simply disappeared.  I was left in the movie theater with the mother and a small assembly of curious onlookers who had come out of the movies they had been watching.

I spent quite a bit more time in this movie theater during my hallucination but I will save that.

purposeless


Blissful

Blissful (Photo credit: Emre Ergin)

 

sometimes i feel
like i don’t care
about the story
or dream i’m in

or any of the people
who populate
the MultiPlex of
my interactions with Other Beings…

if such Creatures exist

if it weren’t for the intermittent Echo
of unfamiliar voices in my head or on the net

i’d swear that i was
by my lonesome

and then

the question arises

if I truly AM Alone?

who will be my playmates
and tell me stories
I never would have dreamed of
or imagined?

who would cut me off in traffic to remind me
to be on Guard
for my Serenity?

purposeless,
that’s what i’d BE

maybe
Blissful

but Purposeless nonetheless

 

maybe I’ll just tire of it All


An image from the Electric Sheep.

An image from the Electric Sheep. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

maybe
I’ll go
to Bed
to Sleep
to Hell
and back

maybe
I’ll dream
of Electric Sheep
or eating turds in Hell
for people I have wronged
maybe
I’ll dream
of movie houses on another planet
like I once did

maybe
I’ll end it All
You
not me, I have no end
I am a Recurrence and have no Choice in the Matter
but you, youze
are projections of the One
that I once was

and maybe, I’ll just tire of it All

 

grass grows through the asphalt


Picture of pavement with grass in the background.

Picture of pavement with grass in the background. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

what can you say?
on a perfect day?
and i’m really not looking to rhyme
but it fit

so sue me if i lived
moment to moment
taking it all in

in good company
among the kindred
who have found a way
to unplug

and maybe have a conversation
instead of sitting mesmerized
before the Screen

Gumbytron!
don’t let it go away
don’t take them all away
the waking Dead

let me tell you something
you can fool the masses
but there are always some
who will find a way to free their asses

and i want to be there
to soak it in
with every breath i draw

the gift of another Day
drawing breath
with those that speak their Mind
and the word Unkind
is just in jest
and we can take it
because we know

this Joke
this Wink that woke

a lion’s roar is just a kitten’s purr
among such as these

and now i see them Everywhere

don’t tell me Humanity is dead
don’t tell me People can’t relate

despite the best efforts
to the contrary

i see Hope
even in this Nowhere town

so look around

listen

you might be surprised
at what you see and hear

grass grows through the Asphalt
and oh the stories

I have heard today

 

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