And what a beautiful new thread it is.

Yeah, a new thread. Enjoy.

Who is going to be the IB Moron this week?

(apparently the IB OT "week" begins each Tuesday night.)

I see "Betsy" S. has staked a strong claim to join the like of Simon, Stan and Arizonasunset. (Of course, Diablo is the ultimate moron who, always, deserves more than half the share of the title.)

~

Chat among yourself....

for my very very love,

'...no puedo dejar de pensar en ti...'

http://youtube.com/watch?v=jMKFFDkYL0o

Tiger, it was your and her edits that did the trick.
For the confusion about a year ago, and what resulted, thank you.

Hi & love to everyone.

love, h

dear Keith,
you are witty, sensitive, and creative. You make word play fun - and enlightening! (keep it UP UT).

You sure are cute!

love you,
~~~ Katie

Hi Mieke,
I hope you will change your mind - and stay at IB. I will miss you if you go ....

lots of love,
~~ Kate

Gee, Indy, I am so pleased that you read our posts. Whatever on earth prompted this great advertisement?

I have been stuck between making the choice between breaking someone's heart from the other side of the world or leading that heart to keep believing that something which no longer exists still does. I picked the latter as I believe it is the better, honest alternative. My great fear of causing emotional pain to others seem impossible when it comes to romantic relationships. Wouldn't it be wonderful if all things began and ended mutually? When it doesn't, does it mean you were never in the same frequency with that person in the first place?

Good-day from England's fair and pleasant land and Gordon Prudence Brown.

#7 There is love and there is Love, dear Burcidi, and subtle, (immaterial) the difference. Death stalks in the desert and you, I perceive, would foster Life.
You mention frequency. My play on the word, humbly to you: How often do we visit Love? In that is my answer and, hopefully not too subtle.

I Love you today.
Ed.

(me contending for moronship)

#130/132 July 1st OT; Tammy, chimeras.....
oh no, I wouldn't ignore that....almighty clueing.
You go, girl!

Multi IDs? no, not my conclusion/humour, worth a punt, though!

I hate goodbye's, Mieke!

And good habits are just as hard as the bad to break.

Nuns wear such 'habits', and it causes some of them to fly.

C'mon now! Put on a happy face, then slip into the sacred cloak.

Now go where you must, young lady. You will not soon be forgotten.

Changing one's mind is an ongoing affair, that's why I avoid making mine up.

Providence secures the memory, Mieke. RMA!

Luvz & HugZ, Keith/me2/Uncle TREE

Color blush with bliss
To court a Princess far south
Voyage by finesse

Waves crash in sequence
Splash frequently until wet
Seaward will drawn down

Moronic wet rules
Damp weather we are having
Drop in the ocean

Burcidi, love is honest and courageous. If you want to honor love, have the courage to tell the truth about what you feel. If you don't tell the truth, you're making a choice that's convenient for you at the moment, and you're delaying, not avoiding, heartbreak, for the other person. If the other person really loves you, they can feel how you feel, and they are already hurting inside anyway. Respect both of yourselves enough to tell the truth, gently.

love, h

Anybody who says that they are leaving Intent Blog is mistaken anyway..

The truth is that you can't leave anywhere because you never go anywhere.

Look at it is this way...

When you wake up in the morning and wash your face... Who is it that is awake? Who is it that has awoken?

When you go to work and are sitting or standing at work... Who is it at work?

At Lunch time when you are eating your dinner... Who is it that is there?

It is always you...... That is where you live inside of the being who is in all of the places.

You never leave anywhere nor do you arrive anywhere

You Are!

Love

Simon xx

Yup, and were TRAPPED here at IB, that just great, thanks.
Ed, did you read that part about people having more than one set of DNA in there bodies, if that's the case, ITS A BIG DEAL.

AND with no data to back this up ( yet ) I think that our DNA can evolve, or mutate, and I think our awareness could have a part in this. This stuff turns me on!

If this line could be crossed within our own awareness, it could cure ALL disease..Talk to me. Me

Lol, Tammy, we'll both be moron than off at this rate! In talking to myself, I know you are onto sumthing.
Holodynamics....check this out....perhaps ;)

I'm off for a swim in Quantum See, now.

I wuv u, (mutation ;)

Ode to Simon ;)

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat--and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet--
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."

~Francis Thompson~ The Hound Of Heaven

You mean this? who ever wrote that, understands, something. There are clues is the bible as well, the whole holograph thing, I'm not sure, yet, but its coming.
In the video "The wonder of you", those little squiggle lines, I see them when I meditate, I think its something to do with the holograph thing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4GtimvTX6Q

Oh Mieke . . .

No go.

peace

Hi Gang,

Has anyone heard of this guy: Mr. Juseleeno Nobulega DaRoose aka Mr. Franciscoshabiz

According to many web sites he has predicted an amazing amount of things over the years including 9-11, The Boxing Day earth quake in Indonesia and resulting tsunami, and the death of Princess Diane.

He predicts there will be a major quake here in the Philippines on July 18. The whole country is buzzing about it....

Google him or ck out :
http://www.muonline.biz/zhyper/showthread.php?t=105830

Regards,
Stan

Heath,

Thank you, you have put it beautifully and I do feel much better that I have done the right thing.

I showed it to Jordan and she sees the same things, those little dots, wiggling gold dots. HELLO! Am I talking to myself? do you see what we see?! I told her, I think thats what were made up of.

Jordan had this video to share with me, so I'm sharing it wit you.

I Wub u2 ( very funny )

"According to many web sites..."

That doesn't make it any credible. Such hoaxes and fraudulent stories and claims are found all over the internet.

Just a look from the link to the story shows that he is a typical hoax, with NO credible sources or any references - to the said predictions - to verify the claims.

Somewhere over the "internets" its written about this guy "His trick is to write letters about things that happened in the past, then forge a postmark on the envelope to make is appear as if he had written the letter before the event took place. He has been exposed for this fraud in the past."

"As you know, Titor predicted that a civil war would begin in the United States in 2004 or 2005. Of course, this never happened. By the way, the website the Titor posted on is intended as a joke, it is not meant to be serious. It is the creation of a fictional scientist who works with a team of “vampire penguins.”

I investigated John Titor, and here is what I have learned. John Titor’s real name is Leabirth Johnson. He may have lived in Gainesville, my home town. This is a photograph of him from 2003: .."

Story Here:
http://fuzzyface.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!94E609F82A595B8F!1702.entry

I know many of you have several hundred chain email hoaxes, please don't dump them over on the IntentBlog.

Unless you back up your story, you can claim you saw fairies, Holy Mary and dragons in your garrage. yeah, you will find such claims all over the "Internets", moron.

Here's 0.5% of Titor's previsions for 2008

http://www.jucelinodaluz.com.br/previsoes_2008_english.htm

I will say a thousand things about world events which are probable, less probable, improbable in the mix, something will happen and I take credit for things that happen.

I think I can do a better job than this guy, and even propagate a 'better' hoax and deceive a country into fools, but I have better things to do in my life.

Well with a name like Irvine, I can't imagine that your imagination could stretch as far, as to see fairies, but we'll work on it. moron

#22 "...those little squiggle lines, I see them when I meditate"

Hi Tammy, I conjecture that those squiggles are your multidimensional, full potential and holodynamic self trying to break through 4D Earth mode.

Find a quiet place in your 'head,' a place of peace, away from all that and say 'hello, this is my problem,' and allow the squiggles of potentiality to transform into your language.
I think you are ready?

Thanks, I was charmed by Jordan's vid.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ha_7KoSaBV8

VERY funny and informative!

I had to remove a cactus plant from my yard, and I learned an important lesson from this plant. This was what we call a hen and chickens plant which grew tall and spread out pretty far and wide. Perhaps weed killer seeped into its root area or what, perhaps lack of water, but whatever it was, the green leaves turned brown, and finally I decided to remove it altogether.

From the root were many runners, showing the way the plant grew and spread all over the ground, making a beautiful ground cover.

I wondered if this isn't the same way that soul is, that there is a root start, and from it many runners. Perhaps that is what is truly the meaning of rebirth, that the original soul has runners throughout time and eternity. Just a thought I am pondering...

Well,I am a person who can sit at a computer and receive thoughts, as in esp, and so I am adding that as a form of an addendum to this thought...no, soul is not like the plant with runners, but so it goes...I am still thinking and have to admit this discussion group does produce some very interesting thoughts through esp method.

#30 That's a bit too 4 dimensional for granpaw, moron!

#27 "I think I can do a better job than this guy, and even propagate a 'better' hoax and deceive a country into fools, but I have better things to do in my life."

I Bish, Irv?

Edward,

In that Poem the line "All things betray thee"

This is so true, We have been betrayed all of us into thinking we are that which we are clearly not.

Betrayed may be a bit of a strong way of putting it as it is not really a betrayel in the conventional sense but more of a mis-interpretation of real reality.

I wrote a story about a man who ate a tree one time because he was a midget and he thought the tree would grow inside of him and make him tall like other men.

The moral of the story was to show that things are not as they appear kind of story, to make people think before they put a set of judgments on a particular thing.

Love

Simon xx

song for lovelorn...

Pangloss would definitely agree, we must be living in the best of all possible worlds. Here we have positively inspired music by Philip Glass, devastatingly minimalistic lyrics by Laurie Anderson, angelic vocals from Linda Ronstadt sweetly backed by the inimitable Roches, and the precise beauty of Kronos String Quartet. All to a backdrop of Eric Bigas' fascinating fractals, wherein art truly merges with science.

Forgetting:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U070JOC5hs

_________ FORGETTING _________
A man wakes up to the sound of rain
From a dream about his lovers
Who pass through his room.

They brush lightly by, these lovers.
They pass. Never touching.
These passing lovers move through his room.

The man is awake now
He can't get to sleep again.
So he repeats these words
Over and over again:
Bravery. Kindness. Clarity.
Honesty. Compassion. Generosity.
Bravery. Honesty. Dignity.
Clarity. Kindness. Compassion.
________ º¿º _____________

#36 Yes, interesting, now you come to mention it.

"Faint heart never won fair lady."
Fair lady never came to town. ;)

are u serious?

Hello Everyone,

I am thinking about Ingrid Betancourt, the French-Colombian lady who was rescued from the hands of the FARC, a terrorist group holding thousands of Colombians prisoner in the jungle, some for 10 years or more.

I watched her interview by Larry King last night on CNN. It was disappointing that he inteviewed her first for American tv because he has become such a poor interviewer, asks stupid questions(imo) doesn't listen to answers and interrupts, constantly. But, still, she is a powerful Lady, an incredibly astute Woman who has come through a living hell. Even though she had trouble with her English translations you could not mistake her facial expressions.

One thing she said that stuck with me was that the biggest surprise for her was that human beings could be so cruel to one another, that suprised her the most, she said, and I thought about that because even though we are aware that we, as humans, can be extremely violent, we can and do process this intellectually, I think, quite easily, there is something missing in that process because it seems people are still taken aback when confronted with it and with the possibility of it happening around them, or to them.

I think what gets in our way is that we are so programmed by the immorality of violence that we will deny it's reality until the last minute, until it hits us over the head, and chains us to a tree. We, yell, to the abusers, IT IS WRONG, IT IS BAD, STOP and we believe that will do the trick.

Ingrid Bentacourt spent the day before her kidnapping talking with the leaders of the FARC in a supposed peace conference...she was all for dialogue, negotiations, she was running for the Presidency of Colombia during a time when corruption was the rule of law in Colombia. You see her pleading with the men, the FARC leaders to STOP THE KIDNAPPING, STOP THE KIDNAPPINGS as a token of their good faith in continuing to dialogue with the Government. You see the FARC leader...looking at her, a slight smirk on is face...you see her, attractive, female, articulate, brave, vocal, pleading with all her heart and trust.....and then

the very next day, maybe, it was that very evening, I forgot, they KIDNAPPED HER. Kept her and thousands of others for years, in their, cruel, cruel, hell.

So, I was thinking, we should understand that yes, violence is immoral, it hurts us and others, it is bad, we should not do it, but we should also understand that for some human beings it is not immoral, it is a way of being, a way of, their, being human, and we need not be repulsed by it or them but just know we must act accordingly for their benefit as well as our own...for, we, humans, can, act with the upmost compassion towards one another and most times do but there are those times when it is all about the violence that some believe will get them what they want, what the desire, be it sex, love, power, money, control, admiration, respect, whatever, they do it with gusto, violently.

I think we will hear a lot more from Ingrid Betancourt...

ponderings, ruth

#38 Yes and no, Diab. You can read me and there again you could read me again. Nothing is fixed. More on.......

'Freyja' packs a lot in, with considered posts.

JUST A DESCRIPTION

Having nothing to lose
gives us swells of courage
but if we set eyes on something
we can still grab hold of
our bravery changes into bravado

None the less contrived
for all our seeming spontaneity
we choose to leave nothing to chance
Only as a lover can one come to know
the way life is as the greatest challenge

Lovers are perceivers
but the world they perceive
is just a description of
how deep in love they are
Love's more engulfing than any language

Lovers see themselves as dead already
The worst has as good as happened
What counts is what we're making now
We're not bluffing with awareness
the stakes are too high

Everyone's selling something but not to us
We no longer take everything
as either a blessing or a curse
Without love everything's ordinarily trivial
The lover's art is in making pure freedom

~~Steve Toth~~~

Spot #42 is now for sale, Ed. 7/11 $$$ Boo Koo Bucks!

Sacred are the kissing grounds
where river meets and melts into sea

The greatest goal--to empty;
a lipless mouth purses just the same

Synchronise the timepieces, I can hear the cat hollering!

Beam me up, Keith :)))

I must go feel myself now, but I wanted to tell all of you how grateful I am to be in the presents of such amazing teachers and healers. You truly bring my soul into remembrance as to why I am here in the first place.

That was a type-o feed not feel, oops. Did you see those great horse videos I posted for you Hera?

she says "I must go feel myself now..." damn! oops! too much information...eeeek!

derek celebrates tonight!
I just finished a important commission.
A beautiful home here in the Springs.
I think I need a Guinness.............

Yay for me today.

derek

after standing in the wings for months, hera enters, stage left...

http://heras-boat.blogspot.com/2007/08/characters-like-offerings-poem.html

Characters like offerings

Characters like offerings
thrown on oceans
under shifting skies,
bob up and down
on sparkled wavelets of desire,
where force of gravitas
pulls focus on a single all to all
that sucks in hard,
and spits back out again.
With quiet noise like summer dawns,
they twist and turn and slide
beneath the summer sun,
then run to catch the
summer supersonic transport flight
that carries them to thoughts
of summer heat and passion,
summer sex and love.

Jul 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

hera's boat was launched the day after this poem, though hera didn't know it till last month...

http://heras-boat.blogspot.com/2007/08/mood-indigo-old-poem.html

Mood indigo

in this quiet indigo place
where lake slides over shore
or shore's dark hands reach into lake
where rain surprises grass
to beat it into reed and water-hyacinth
in this indigo quiet
cloud glances down and back
with coyness as it moves away
a mayfly shimmers in the sun
transparent buzzing scents
in this quiet indigo place

in this indigo quiet
where sense of you slides over me
or sense of me reaches into you
where storms of you erode in me
the caves that house your love
in this quiet indigo place
you move away come back
and watch me as you move away again
art simmers in the summer sun
wanting you transparently
in this indigo quiet

Aug 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

after months of fighting tigers, hera is approached by a lion...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2007/09/keris-of-lion-love.html

The keris of lion love

the lions of my heart including me
have a core of honest creativity
around which spirals all the moments
of their being
between the core and outward-moving moments
is a luminescent space called love
if you find yourself in that place
thank your stars
it may be scary full of strong energy
but you'll never find anything else like it
what if I met another lion
and the spirals of our moments
intertwined like dna
what kind of love would we make
my love has always fared best in outer space
which cools the nuclear heat of love in me
what if I met another spiral galaxy
and gravitation pulled us into one
all I can think is holy f---
the purpose of that lion space of love
is to mediate the moments of our lives
to help the ones we're drawn to
find the core of us
what if I met another lion and
the space of love in each of us
in equal brilliance canceling the other
let us see each other's cores
with no intervening light
and the space and light of love became a passage
love became a cushion, a poem
love became a feather in the wind
oh, to dance around the center
of another honest lion
and watch him dance around the core of me
holy f---
what an amazing thing that would be

Sep 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

hera said goodbye to moods indigo, smiled at the tigers, and left with the lion...

http://heras-boat.blogspot.com/2007/09/out-to-sea.html

Out to sea

the midnight field of you had magic
as its light and you its silver-handed master
this my dream
the weave and pattern of your tapestry
a history of you and me
my home was on your lake
the sky of you was full of stars
inside its layered depths
beneath your darkness
loving kindness
waited daily by your palisades
stroked oars of silence
ran the moving flights of stairs
plunged to depths
wherein it almost drowned

far away from field-and-sky of you
out of a sea so deep
and like the earth-and-heaven you
except it has no light
I pull a net
its mesh is filmed
with tiny luminescent creatures
bursting forth
with tiny lights in lieu of stars
to show the catch I have is none

beyond the shore a deeper current
sways me now to healthful sleep
I dream new dreams of not-mine things
audacity with daring mind and gifted hands
all vivid green and blossom scents
displaying lively peace
and thoughts like wind in mountain pines
and morning voice like slides of rock
all far away
I dream dark blues not full of you
in hera's boat
now out to sea

Sep 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

hands on hips, hera stands before the lion, and tries to speak...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-memories.html

No memories

no memories of you form.
memories come from deaths
and darkness.
all the darks I see in you
are edges of your substance,
outlines of your being,
complex textures
faint against the string of sunny days of you.
you're happiness to me.

when near you,
senses keep their clarity.
your bone-and-sinew strength,
your ethics,
and your lack of pretense
sound no resonance in me,
tell no hidden meanings,
they just are.
yet all the present music in me
comes from you.

here, before you,
thoughts and feelings
stand abashed and naked,
undefended, simple.
awe of you stands guard
above my words of love.
you see through mountains
like they're pools of water,
like you see through me.

the special things in you
(and what in you is not?)
are like a million glowing diyyas.
memories have no place to float,
among the lights of you.
you're too immediate and hot
to be the subject of a sonnet,
I can't write poems of you.

actions I might take,
paths my thoughts could make,
traceries of my feelings,
may, one day, be something
I can offer you,
when I learn to measure up
to who and what you are.
I love you,
but my present words
won't tell you why.

the never-ending fire
in you
is always changing,
always there.
my love is
almost always
wordless now,
quiet witness
to the good in you.

Oct 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

...and tries again...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2007/10/edge-of-leaf-art-words.html

The edge of a leaf

you touch me
and stay, like an autumn leaf
on rain-wet stone:

elemental,
separate, seasonal, subdued,
glorious, same in beauty,
vibrant.

you touch me.
I stay like an autumn leaf
on rain-wet stone.

Oct 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

the lion played for hera. she closed her eyes and danced...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2007/12/soft-basket.html

Soft basket

I dreamed I saw your name.

Over my shoulder,
slung by its handles, this soft basket
woven of grasses, striped,
shaped like a plum but larger,
almost empty, holds

a stone
a shadow self that comes and goes
and you
a river
the places where I touch the ground
and you
ocean mists and the sound of surf
metal-hot summer sun
and you
glowing moon in a blue-black sky
holiday lights
and you
a walnut or two
an apple tree
brinjals
and

you:
pomegranate-tart and sweet,
the latent power in your body's line,
the grace, the cello voice,
your torsioned hot complexity,
the depths of you like a well-played dhol,
your always-feeling heart.

I came and I ran my fingers through your hair,
we softly kissed between your words.

Dec 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

hera and the lion share a Christmas...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2007/12/fly-fishing.html

Fly fishing

like a wily fish
you live
deep
in night's pool
mind flashing

watching you
the sprite in me
unravels a spider's web
for one strand of silk
ties on a hook
and casts
to see if you'll bite

there's a toy they make
in Mexico
from a twist of wire
threaded through
two hoops of tin
one ratchets the hoops
up the wire twist
fast
over and over
till the hoops
make a bubble of light
your art is like that

you play
real and magic
in a single twist of light
my sleepy fish
my bright sun

Dec 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

in the company of the lion, hera slumbers, relaxed at last...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-petals.html

Like petals

Like petals
of pink clover:
soft, curved,
so small
they're almost
negligible,
yet real
as the sun,
your
two hello's
touch me,
soft, close.
Grateful
to you,
for you,
two small petals,
soft, curved,
pink,
windblown,
real
as the sun,
thank you.

Mar 2008, Heather Quinn, as hera

after a springtime of tidal forces, hera is safe in the lion's embrace...

http://heras-fire.blogspot.com/2008/07/blood-oranges.html

Blood oranges

tales of love,
a poem or ten
not fine enough to send
as envoys,
took themselves away
in honest pique,
and left a hug for you,
that says it better
anyway.
like broken leaves
(a cribbed line)
in autumn-time,
your eyesight whispers
through my mind
(another kinda crib)
in whirlwinds,
localized kaleidoscopic
fragments,
edges of your life,
like pain to me,
in me,
a magic pain like oranges,
blood oranges
with opening floral notes
followed by a song of orange-love
that ends in jackfruit's bitter tang,
before I know it's done,
you feel like that to me,
like oranges,
blood oranges.
the hurt you bring,
the way it breaks my skin,
is love to me,
in me.

Jul 2008, Heather Quinn, as hera

To anyone who bothers to read the installments of hera's story, thanks for your interest. To those who skip them, I appreciate your patient indulgence.

Derek, congratulations. My imaginary Talisker is raised to you.

Thanks, Char, for being Hera. I'm hera, too -- when I write poems. My guy loves everyone, like Zeus, and I love him too much to spoil his fun.

love, h

Well done heath(hera)

Love
B

{{{ Bonnie }}} thanks for your kindness, and for making me feel comfortable.

love to you all summer long & always.

Hi Heather,

Your poems inspired me to clean up this old one of mine. Written in the obscure 6-4-6 style.

Love’s fleeting breath of life
I have inhaled.
Together with lust’s sirens
I lay impaled.
Words of truth and honour
I have heard.
Human truth and honour,
can be absurd.
Emotions speak of trust
and love so dear.
Emotions have no eyes
they have no ears.
They only speak to have
desired effect.
To turn their audience
this way or that.
Well I’ve been turned before,
but not soon again!
I only seek now, to find
The "real" within.
What lies behind all hurt
and pain? Oh Love
I miss your sweet refrain.

Kind Regards,
Stan

Oh Hera, my restless night,
my wakener,
my breakfast,
my trip to the superstore!

Dear Heath,

Wonderful poems, beautiful blogs!

I admire your creativity in all its diversity.

Lilith :)

Hi Derek,

Wonderful!

Am smiling in the middle :)

Heath
Have you been following me in my rowboat?
There are the rays of light in the water that have had me mesmerized lately.
Then I read your poems and have notice the sparkles of light that dance along the top of the waves.

From the Isle of Skye I raise my glass high and look to the fair maiden sea.....

Hey Mieke
Thank you
peace comes from the middle

Hey Ed
Can I have one of my oars back? I'd like to row in big circles for awhile. I want to catch some of those sparklely lights.

derek

" I love this Club "

Don't you listen?
Put your ears on the airs
Don't you listen who's coming?

Clicking the fingers
Creating ripples of real-magic
Can you hear what's coming?

I am walking with my brand new face
I am in, I am sure about it!
What do you see, baby, what do you see?

Don't you remember now?
These days of little-words
Days of space and appreciations

Me I remember, you
I remember inside little-flash
With sun, wind, and superb light-joy

There is a sound of win
We are still seeking the winner
Is it you? Surrounded by doubts?

But wait, Ms. drop-water
Try this you-turn
You can break these tiny-walls

Taste this salty-memory
Don't you remember a bit more?
You can easily crash into the Ocean...

#66 Yo, Derek the Commissioner, glory be!
Here, too, an oar, freshly dipped in Guinness for extra oomph and sparkle.
The Isle of Skye? some circle for you to want to cast even wider. No need, the home of Guinness is close by and 'peace';) comes from Deepak, by now, arriving where the Liffey meets the turbulent sea ;)

.....And the men who hold high places must be the ones to start.......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2C52wsxuZT0&feature=related

Yo
What a Rush

derek

Ed
I googled the Liffey
A river in Dublin
Where the thick brown ale
Does leave me a mumblin'

A turbulent sea
Met by gentle a river
Doest balance the flow
And make Deepak quiver

I make big circles
As big as the world
I land on the Skye
The Isle of Heath's bottled pearl

derek

Now on land I mast start....

The Walking........

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXCyM7FlVyY

thank you Jane

Derek--That's a great one, alright!

Genuine guitar heroes and a professor on the drums--WOW!!!

Their "Working Man" brought me the news...you know(1975), and

I've been livin' that song ever since, which btw,

pretty much "remains the same" when seen through me two knotty eyes.

So...row on, Brother Doodle, whilst you continue to connect the goosebumps.

I'll be here on the bank, going under like the rest. UT

From serendipity to Sri Lanka--Thank you, Ed, for providing todays

Sunday School lesson. What did you find in your garden?

As for me...I blew the engine in my car Thursday. It was only 80,000 miles old.

Not a good surprise! And I've yet to hear from the warranty company,

as they are closed over the weekend. How very wonderful!

Totally grounded am I, waiting to see or feel that there silver lining deallybopper.

My golden Bonneville now waits patiently for a new thumper.

Too much stemulation is not always a good thing, says I. T

#75 "What did you find in your garden?"

Dunno, Keith, I think it may have been part of your car. It was still steamin' Anyways, it's on the compost heap now.....tomorrow's car rots!
Thank you, badger.

Looky there John Mccain DOES have a sense of humor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xXQFnIEf_Q&NR=1

Jupiter_my beloved friend and companion.

"Looky there John Mccain DOES have a sense of humor." [#77]

Of course, like Bush and his Republican cousins he has a tremendous sense of humor when talking about death and destruction.

Not to forget racism and sexism. Here's one old McCain classic:

John McCain made this odious joke about Chelsea Clinton back in ‘98.

"Why is Chelsea Clinton so ugly? Because her father is Janet Reno.”

– Sen. John McCain, speaking to a Republican dinner, June 1998.

Not only is McCain’s hideous attempt at humor about 10 times more tasteless than what Shuster said (as the David Corn article notes, newspapers that reported on the joke wouldn’t even print it), but while the newsman’s ill-conceived comment was at least spontaneous, McCain’s joke was a prepared remark to a public audience.

http://www.attytood.com/2008/02/the_worst_thing_thats_ever_bee_1.html

Did I call Barak Obama an 'Eddie Haskell' not too long ago?
God I hope I'm wrong about this guy.

I hope it's not the old story of falling for the charming guy after being with the abusive guy only to find out that the charming guy is worse. This dynamic has played out throughout the ages.

Sometimes in the over intellectualization of things we create too many trees in the forest. Too may theories, far too many answers and too much confusion. In that confusion a smooth talking person can step in say they can change things. Then later you find out it was all fluff and that person doesn't have any more answers or solutions than anyone else. They just have a great smile and a charming personality.

We can no longer depend on POLITICIANS to bring balance to our government. WE THE PEOPLE must bring balance. The government is there to facilitate no rule.

It is our responsibility to create and govern ourselves using the politicians as our REPRESENTATIVES and facilitators.

I come back to the idea, it's not who we elect as president, it's how well we control our government. Most Americans are completely disconnected with how our democracy works. I am a prime example.
But I have been educating myself lately. One easy way is to start listening to the Thomas Jefferson Hour. Very enlightening and it is offered free of charge at thethomasjeffersonhour.org
PRICELESS! The best wisdom comes for free if there is a fee then let it be.
As I drift in my rowboat I listen to Mr. Clay Jenkinson. He is right up there the another gentle giant my hero Carl Sagan.

As long as we look for a saviour then many will come and go.

peace coms from personal responsibility

I'm getting off my soapbox and getting back in my boat.

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart

The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart

You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart

thank you Rush guys

derek

Hi Derek,

These Thomas Jefferson hours are really great to listen to, for instance, 609 Intelligent Design.

If you listen to it without prejudice beforehand, you receive very constructive information.

You can listen to it while doing all sorts of other things on your computer :)

Like creating 3D worlds :)

Love,

Mieke

Hey Mieke
After listening to the Thomas Jefferson Hour for awhile I start to think of my life as a narrative. What if someone where portraying me?

How long do you think will it be before we can step into those virtual 3D worlds you are creating?

derek

Hi Derek,

What this guy is talking about in this listening hour is soo universal that, after listening a while, this narrative might be portraying a kind of Utopia that has been the dream of every generation :)

I haven't the faintest idea if we might step into those virtual 3D worlds in the future. The only thing I can think of why I am creating them, is that I might be portraying the future from the many science (fiction) books I have read in the sixties of the past century. I might portray here my Utopia that wishes for everyone to be able to create his/her own world and mould it in exactly the way he/she wants to.

This 3D software gives one the opportunity, albeit virtually.

When one makes a painting or composes music, or writes stories, etc., in another way, one is doing the same.

I agree with Thomas Jefferson that every generation has to find out the wheel again, in other words: what would they really want to be present in their world?

Am reading a 3D Virtual Reality story at the moment, called: Otherland written by Tad Williams, that comprises four books and so four episodes about being attached to and into the Net. Science fiction at the highest level that also describes the other side of the medal: it is not all gold that glitters :)

There is already one place on the Internet that has some of its contents in 3D Virtual reality incorporated: "Second Life". If you Google it you receive more information on it.

It has been written with so much imagination that indeed every place can become a reality, whether it is Atlantis, Alice in Wonderland, Camelot of King Arthur or Oz or Middle Earth.

It is a great inspiration for creating 3D adventures, something I did in the past.

Nowadays I leave this to the younger generation.

I am ahead of my time so I believe within 50 years this technology will become so realistic that perhaps one does not recognize artificial from natural anymore.

If that is the way to go? I do not know.

Sometimes I think: it better not, but then, with so many people on this earth, I think again: why not?

Mieke

Good morning, Keith, yes, you do have my sympathy. What a bind.

Ed.

How quaint! As if I'm expected to at least take a peek. Yes, dear Ed. ~Howdy!Howdy!~

YES! This is the last official day of the plant's summer shutdown.

Although, I am supposed to go to work.(This is like a "Reality Blogfest", huh?)

I have accumulated some PTO hours with my perfect attendance.(Personal Time Off)

First, I will have to call my boss and let him know what's what.

After that, I will be calling this warranty company. Me2's family needs transportation.

Btw, a new motor is $1300, plus you have the labor for installation & whatnot, etc.

Really, I did and have taken care of all the preventive measures possible.

Doesn't that mean that I'm in good shape with the karma thing? The reap-sew thing?

Dragamundo, dude! That's why I didn't really know whether or not it was kosher

to bother the Lord about this slightly major predicament,

so just for good measure...remembering 'abundance'...I prayed.

"Rejoice and be glad for this is the day...", yeah, yeah, yeah! I hope so!

And dig this--I might even take a city bus downtown...OMG!!!

Maybe, I'll just go ahead and walk the 2.5 miles or so, seein's that I'm practiced up.

Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me...all the way to the bank.

Would that be considered intervention minus the divinity?

I will let you know how it goes. Thanks for showing your concern! Leggy Tree

Corral perspectives
In the ol' roundabout way
Too still--make a point

Dear Stan

Your excellent poem reminds me of a form called the ghazal, because of the forced beat after each 6, which turns the 4 into a refrain, and its quality of soft introspection on the subject of love lost or unattainable. More about the form here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal

love, h

Dear Ed and Mieke

Thank you. Won't you share more of your own work here?

love, h

Dear Derek

Now your words are entering my dreams, because last night I dreamed of pearls in the sea.

A repost of a stanza probably written by Tiger, that's one of my favorite poem fragments of all time:

'...an ancient wisdom is calling to me now, it is my own
heart filled with salt air of these tunes for you
forever etched in this sea-shell...'

and what evolved as my answer to it, that I posted here long ago:

Soundless voice

whenever you growled, Tiger, my
soundless voice
spawned grayish whitish,
sometimes luminescent,
words that slid,
shyly, but deliberately,
into your hands.
the whorls of my fingertips
were silken strings.
your palms
were carved from wood, and
my words clattered lightly,
like percussive rain,
as they touched you.
I was the girl who dreamed of dancing,
and I did, privately,
when you sang to me.
I gave myself to you
so I could hear you.
your voice still sings in me.
do you keep a box
of walnut,
carved with trees and flowers?
are my words inside?
do you shake it sometimes,
to hear my sound?

Sep 2007, Heather Quinn, as hera

This was more of hera bidding farewell to moods indigo and tigers, as the lion waited, somewhat impatiently.

Hullo again, Ed! :)

This was the first poem that I wrote that didn't have that hint of iambic that's kind of natural to English, and I couldn't have learned to write it without being educated by Tiger's ST and AR nudges.

Pearls again, Derek. Talisker one of the few drinks I can handle, because of its Skye water. My immediate forebears are a mix of British Isles and Scandinavian, so maybe its not By Chance that a malt made on Skye is good for me. Northeastern waters have always seemed homeish to me. Their echo is here, off Maine and Newfoundland.

love, h

for dear J-F

...badi mushkil, baba, badi mushkil...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=6_zSs2V-RLk

Madhuri Dixit is an exquisite dancer.

love, h

for dear Tammy with thanks always, for introducing me to JT:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=XZxd-xV4pbE

love, h

Hey Heath
I once took a ferry from Long Island to Connecticut.
The water was so black.
The sky so gray
In our wake bubbles.........like pearls
White
They pushed against each other
In that frustrated frenzy
As fragile bubbles tend to do

The breeze that blows across an ocean contains a certain magic.
The energy of the people on the other side
sitting looking
ride the winds to be met by those sitting looking.
Some where out there is me drifting in the middle.......smiling. Paddling in big circles between the shafts of light and the Isle of Skye.
With brightly colored bobbing corks
a toothless whale of giant gentleness
a Tree that stands on the shore for grounding and fun, roots so deeply planted that he can not even get to work
there's watermelons and 3D worlds
there's watermelons in 3D worlds
still waiting for God to send me a scientist of gentle nature
oh and sparkles of light on the tops of the waves as they shift

and now pearls in a dream..............

and me just pookin' around
to receive such rewards

we create our world

derek

and now a political thing

it's not blue
it's not red
it's not purple
and it's not a donkeyphant

it's green and it's people

Yo derek

The watermelons are growing in abundance this year!! Almost time for the annual watermelon festival.

Raising a glass of watermelon lemonade to all!

Love
B

Yo Bonnie

Can I use a little of that lemon to put in the guacamole?

Forget the rowboat
I'm down for a picnic
Complete with fireworks

much love and spittin' seeds

derek

Those photo's will feed MANY hungry mouths, did you know this? what a blessing to give such on amazing gift at such a young age. Mom and Dad, know the truth, blessed are the children.

- PARIS (AP) — They are the ultimate million-dollar babes. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt's new twins, a girl and a boy born by Caesarean section on Saturday, are barely a few hours old but already their first photos are worth a fortune.

A million dollars, two, five, 10 even 20 million? Exactly how much the first "official" snaps will be sold for is not clear. But the figures being bandied about make the eyes pop.

Nice Matin, the hometown daily in the Riviera city in the south of France where Jolie gave birth, put the twins' worth at more than $11 million. It first broke news of the birth and reported Sunday that the couple have sold the rights for the first photo of their newly enlarged family to a U.S. publication, which it did not name, and that the proceeds would go to charity.

"I've never known a set of pictures to be worth this amount of money," said Darryn Lyons, owner of Big Pictures, a celebrity photo agency in London. He estimated that the twins' official photos will be worth between $15 million and $20 million.

The only other photos that "would possibly come that close is Britney Spears giving birth to an alien," he said.

Veteran London-based celebrity publicist Max Clifford estimated that the first photos could fetch 10 million pounds — roughly $20 million — "which would make it the biggest baby deal ever."

"These kind of pictures sell lots of magazines," he said. "It's a 10-million-pound gamble as to whether the ends justify the means. But obviously it's a very calculated risk because whoever lands the photos will have a lot of experience with the popularity of mum and dad."

Cue the paparazzi. They've been camped in Nice since shortly after Jolie's admission to the Lenval hospital there at the end of June, hoping for possibly lucrative pictures of the glamourous Hollywood couple. For them, the Brangelina twins are the biggest story of the year.

Never mind that Jolie was ensconced on the fifth floor in a section of the maternity ward that has been security-enhanced, that she was staying out of sight behind the mirrored blue windows, and that the hospital said that it had put up a special material on the windows of the couple's room that prevents telephoto lenses from peering through.

Come on down or up
as the case might be
fireflys and stars
provide the lightshow

Listen to the music
tell some tales of
Liars and Legends
and spit a few seeds
to grow exponetially

From here in the middle
it is neither up nor down
it's sideways
shuffle to the left
shuffle to the right
the fireflies light up the night

The fireworks
far out in space
close enough to see
when they go boom
and light up our face

Watermelon seeds I do fear
if swallowed my dear
may grow and may grow
right out of your ear......so my Mom says

watermelon raspberry lemonade

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvXZLdunAu8

Dear Heath and all,

Thanks Heath for the nice invitation to share some of my work.

Since a few months I do have my own website on which I have written my interests and some of my experiences that touched my heart very deeply:

http://www.heartphone.org

My special passion at this moment is making 3D Virtual worlds of my experiences, especially those of the past five years.

And this includes making poems and one little gem has been: the publishing of " Inspired Designs Inspired Poems ", consisting of North's (Donna Sonnenburg) digital designs and a number of my poems. A special link is present on my website.

And this even includes making paintings, as I recently followed, for the first time, a painting course in my country. I made a reflective story of this on the Dutch part of my website and placed pictures of my creations on it:

http://www.heartphone.org/schilderscursus.htm

I am now busy with three projects at a time.

One of them is making a 3D Virtual Labyrinth of Light with the latest number of poems I have made.

At this moment am figuring out for myself when a passion can become an addiction :)

And it is not even me that asks this question specificly, but it has been suggested to me by someone from my closest environment.

Am wondering which one has a problem with it, me or the other.

But if there is only me it is probably me :)

REFLECTION,

A journey to and into the Light
A radiating observation giving insight
Into the unconsciously known
Wisdom revealing itself on its own

It is the home of the one being aware
of the delightful wonder we all share
The vibrating colourful field of light
shining in us so extraordinarily bright

Wanting to experience itself in reflection
Consciousness is then the mirror action
that shines brightly on the outside
reflecting that light from inside

The observation of this play of light
seems to be our true birth right
In choiceless awareness every day
the dancers are able to see themselves this way

Not inside, not outside, but before that stage
at which this whole play of light took place
It was folded into itself
As a choice being present on a shelf

A point of perception hidden and deep
into the unknown where it was asleep
To awaken once more to the light becoming present
As the observer just noticed the reflecting event

So what then IS reality
A wholesome threesome quality
of the vehicle of the conscious light
giving reflection oh so bright

Something that I knew all along
That's why it makes me so strong
and why it makes me so aware
of the fact that I want it to share

What I radiate I receive back
The pole can be negative, be positive, be black,
be white, be dark, be light
Yet always it is the brightly shining light

Oh.........back to my boat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMoaDM4K5rk&feature=related

hey everyone i'm not really a poet but i figured this is the best way to describe something that i'm experiencing.

i can hear the sun
every morning it wakes me
even before the first chirp of the dawn chorus

i can hear the sun
and it reminds me of my purpose
so that i can set my miracles for the day

i can hear the sun
it rings it's high frequency for me to share
for me to love

i can hear the sun
and it's energy runs through my hands
i can feel the vibration...it's warm to the touch

i can hear the sun
and as i inhale in through my crown
the prana runs through me like rushing water in a pipe

i can hear the sun
and it ask's me to find the highes peak
there i open my heart

i can hear the sun... and only hope i can be the best i can be for you and me

boundless unconditional love for all

Hey derek

You've got the directions to me ole homestead just about correct. So circle on 'round.
:)
B

Jusin Taylor
yo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzCk8jjbLYE&feature=bz303

Hey Bonnie
circlin' round
sparkles in my wake
a song in the air
and laughter
and a brightly shining light

derek

how can u tell that ole JM is losing whatever is left of his aged mind?

this ancient dude...the dino from zona...once promised ...remember?...to veto EVERY beer in america...damn!...gee boys and girls...this Bud's for u...cheers! hehe!

once upon a time...no one traveled far from home...because there were no boats, airplanes, cars and so on...now that gas is going thru the roof... we are going back to our roots..no? we'll be doing less long-distance travel and that's good for the environ...!

i did two marathons over the past week...sore...yeah...very sore!!!!...

hey flabs...u wanna do a run with me next? lemme know! i'll pick u up from the hog farm..hehe!...u been real quiet lately....flabsy...after the vanishing multiple dude beat u up! damn! fill us in...give us the juiceys...no? u chicken!

tonight was a phone call to the suicide hot line, So I could just cry like a baby to someone who'd listen.

It helped, I may become a regular.

I NEED LOVE I forget

Yo yo Diablo
I hear horses are going to make a come back.
Might be a little chilly here in Colorado ridin' to work in the winter but........hay, it's cheaper than gas.

Imagine 60,000,000 horse on the road. uuuuuuuuhhhhhhmmmmmm no sir, I don't think I like it.

We gotta rethink this whole goin' to work thing.

Tammy you like horses?

derek

Its being alive work enough? Your sweet Derek, thank you for remembering, horses

Being alive is the most rewarding work there is.
You always have the choice to change your work habits.
I here nuns do it quite often.

Horses are a symbol of raw power. Rarr power.
Once hooked up properly a Pook can ride that Rarr power and spread his mischievousness much further much faster, exponentially of coarse.

derek

I'm glad your here, thank you.
Nuns? huh?

Yo Derek, seems like you are on a marathon. Do you ever get hoarse?

Way back, before your time...well, when I was the boy I still am.....we had a dear lady comedienne who always ended by saying, "It's being so cheerful that keeps me going." (Well, the WW 11 spawned that kind of simple humour!)

Keep it up, Derek, there's no finshing line. We love you :))

Hi Derek,

You post about horses, and Colorado has reminded me of one winter back in the late 1970's when I use to live on a farm down in Castle Rock, Colorado. The driveway was about a mile long, and one night I was coming back from Denver with my wife and two small kids in a severe blizzard. There was a big drift across the start of my driveway, but having nowhere else to go, I backed up and put the pedal to the metal and blasted my way through it, in my old pickup truck. I proceed to get half way up my drive way before becoming high cantered in the middle of another even bigger drift. Luckily for us, I had several horses on that farm including a big old Clydesdale. They were next to my house in a barn, so I told my wife to wait in the truck and I began fighting my way through the storm up to my house ½ a mile away. It took me about two hours before I dragged myself into the house and collapsed on my kitchen floor. After a short rest and a hot coffee, I went out to the barn and put a bridle on the Clydesdale. That big beautiful horse took me back down to my truck in less than 10 min. and I got my 3 year old son and rode him back up, and dropped him at the house. Then back down again for the wife and my 8 month old daughter. She was crying and screaming as we took her out of the truck, but as soon as I got them up on the horse, she stopped. By the time we arrived up at the house she was smiling like an angel. My truck sat in that driveway for 2 months, and it was one of the worst winters on record. Never thought I would miss the snow but now I DO miss it, and the horses!

Where in Colorado do you call home Derek?

Kind Regards,
Stan

dear Stan,
There was a horse, that saved my daughter's life. She too was in a storm and quite literally rode into Safety.

love,
~ Kate

...
hi ho Silver
;)

and
thank you again dear Heather for sharing your work at OT

Have you ever stopped and began to wonder
what it will feel like to be going under
an emotional spell of freedom and connection
that allows you to imagine a hearts felts anticipation
a guy who meets your attention and tranquility
If there's a guy that can bring you honesty
what feelings do you get in return of this?
and as these feelings unfold inside of you
how much more of it are you willing to share between you
If you can imagine yourself being with him
being everything you could ever want...
and yet underneath the surface there's something important that you forgot
underneath what already appeals to your soul, even more stronger feelings that will begin to grow
more feelings of emotional connection that points towards the sun shining hills
and if these sun hills were so empowering
what emotional chemistry would you be devouring...
inside...What does the peak of this hill mean to you
and the feelings of complete surrender that manifests for you?
If he's the one that can bring about these feelings
would you cum to him, undress and rocket towards the ceiling
He takes you by the hand and shows you the sun hill of wonder
and leads you up the hill were you embrace in eachothers slumber...
so warm and so right..
If imagining this is what makes you feel nice, who is the masculine voice that can carry you there twice?
Again and again whenever you want this...
You have already met this person that brings you feelings of bliss
So as you sit there, imagine and float away
you will always know what you want is deeply here to stay
But there is something else that you need to come closer to
something full on so that he can embrace you
A soft brush of the lips tingles your special place
you take action...grab it and join with it...
and take it into your deepest flower...
that opens up in the sun
like a rain showered blossoming rose...

Nicholas Finnegan
http://www.nicholasfinnegan.com/