Meandering~Lane5


I know nobody will read my status but sometimes, when I’m bored, I get wrapped up in my tutu and put a giant horn on my head and lather sparkles all over myself and slide around the kitchen floor pretending I’m a magical unicorn!

IMHO~ Actually if you think about it we are ALL already being used in some form or fashion by our very own NWO.  We are given access too scripts for drugs that in all probability are what causes individuals severe problems years down the road.  Vaccinations that cause more problems than the good they are intended for.  Mental illness that needs to be addressed; instead of medicated to the extent of zombie immobilized persons walking our streets. So many issues that are passed by because so much extended HELP is given to third world entities that have something we want.

OIL comes to mine.

Our Justice system is what it is. So many persons believe the scriptures and take the verse in Matt 5:38 as a reason for validating the Death Penalty.

Then the contradiction is added which confuses: “You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I tell you… whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other to him also.” Mat. 5:38-39

Our world even with all its flaws and ugliness, murder and mayhem still radiates perfection in Nature and the underlying hope of better days we as individuals desire.

Some deterrents seem barbaric.

“Who in their right mind would harm anyone knowing they would be subject too such procedures ?

The point being persons that have no regard for human life usually don’t care one way or the other.

8:12 PM 5/24/2017

For the first time, wildlife officials have found Burmese pythons breeding in the Florida Keys, bad news for disappearing Key Largo wood rats, cotton mice and other small mammals consumed by the voracious snake.

They have relocated the huge alligator from Fort Jefferson Dry Tortugas to the Everglades. He survived his almost 14 year stay at the moat.

He seemed so happy

12:06 PM 5/27/2017

Sentenced to Life at 17. The D.C.Snipers.

One executed the other to be resentenced.

http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/judge-orders-d-c-sniper-lee-boyd-malvo-resentenced-n765331

2:05 PM 5/27/2017

I have journeyed on scraps of paper before I became computer savvy. I have a Journal collection saved in Backup of the years 2000-present.

From Tathina:

Comparing this moment with the past. Comparing your experience with someone else’s experience (whether they are in the ‘spiritual’ community or not). Comparing yourself with your old self (your old self that is dying in each moment, always changing). We’ve all done this. I know I have. But we have to be willing to die in each moment, to allow the past to die in each moment. To allow all the concepts and ideas to die in this moment. To be fresh in this moment. To be open. Let go of all the past. Just allow yourself to be how you are now. Don’t look for anything in the future. Don’t make yourself wrong for how you are. Yes, isolation can happen when you are waking up (I know this very well). It’s like protecting a delicate flower. Within your aloneness you discover your strength. You discover what is real. You actually discover Life! This isn’t detaching from Life. This is only detaching from some of the contents of Life. Sometimes Life naturally allows this so we can remember what is the container of all of this abundant diversity. This is really diving into the oceans of Life instead of distracting ourselves with ‘the outside,’ with the shells by the shoreline so-to-speak.

My comment:

Nothing is more important than the urgency of being in the moment.

“Remember this because it will happen many times in your life. When people show you who they are the first time believe them. Not the 29th. time. When a man doesn’t call you back the first time, when you are mistreated the first time, when someone shows you lack of integrity or dishonesty the first time, know that this will be followed many other times, that will some point in life come back to haunt or hurt you. Live your life in truth. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You will survive anything if you live your life from the point of view of truth.”

~Maya Angelou

the Starfish:

One day a man was walking along the beach when he noticed a boy picking up and gently throwing things into the ocean. Approaching the boy he asked: “Young man, what are you doing?” The boy replied, Throwing starfish back into the ocean. The surf is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die. The man laughed to himself and said, ” Do you realize there are miles of miles of beach and hundreds of starfish?” “You can’t make any difference.” After listening politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the surf, then smiling at the man, he said; “I made a difference to that one.”

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On The Day I Die

On the day I die a lot will happen. A lot will change. The world will be busy.On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended. The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone. The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me. All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me. The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace. All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway. Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away. My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway. The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore. All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless. The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived. These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die. Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen. On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply. They will feel a void. They will feel cheated. They will not feel ready. They will feel as though a part of them has died as well. And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me. I know this from those I love and grieve over. And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it. I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control. Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections. They rob you of the joy of this repeatable, unobtainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you. Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can. It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die. Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t. Yes, you and I will die one day. But before that day comes: let us live.. ~ John Pavlovitz

The Tunnel People

 

“Of course, many people become homeless because of they’ve lost their houses in the poor economy; however, most of the time, homelessness is a result of past or present drug addiction, mental illness or some kind of post-traumatic stress. Some of these people have been living in this flood tunnel, along with the rats and bugs, for over five years. They “furnish” their small surroundings with household things that others have thrown in the garbage. It’s so crazy to me that while people are spending their money gambling in the Las Vegas casinos, there are people in the tunnel underneath those casinos that are wondering where their next meal is coming from. It upsets me every time I think about it. I have so much respect for people who know how to survive and make a life for themselves regardless of their situation. Their spirit still glows, and I can see it.

In my opinion, nobody should have to live like this, but as long as they do, I want to make sure they aren’t forgotten.”

Beautiful Drone footage of Rome by Kylie Flavell

La Grande Bellezza,photography over the misty river

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Hindsight 2013

On this last day of May, a huge shout-out and THANK You too I KNOW WHO

~ for instigating a chain of events that have awakened me. The betrayal was absolutely irrevocable. These shifts allowed me to move on and grow in a different direction as a human being.  He was my secret messenger in disguise.

My Aura is WHITE: Perfect Balance:

You are an innovator and a creator and your strongest qualities are more spiritual than physical. Your unique level of energy allows you to be more sensitive and intuitive than others. The white color can sometimes be pale and blank, So you need to pay attention when you are out of touch with the world. But even if you feel indifferent, remember that the white color is the combination of all the colors of the visible spectrum. And just like that, you represent balance, harmony and peace.

5:45 PM 6/1/2017

I Do not have time for persons who do not have Time for Round Robins. Opinions are just that Opinions.

I am always forgetting something is cooking on the stove. I think it’s called Preoccupation.

I am SO SET in my ways and my routines every day with all the animals is the same all the time. I eat when I am hungry, sleep when I am tired. I try to stop when my mind and body insist that I do. I don’t throw FITS anymore.

I was thinking today.

I should have been a model, but then again I would probably have burned out early, than I thought I should have been an exotic dancer instead of breaking my back waiting tables, but then figured I still probably would have burned out. A comedian that tells stories like Roseanne Barr.  Than I thought I should have been a writer, a poet , a blogger, a healer, wizard, witch and I realized I was already cosmic I was all these things.

I haven’t burned out.

11:25 PM 6/1/2017

Cloud Atlas Sextet”, original soundtrack for the film “Sonera” by Thomas Bergersen The Trailer music:Outro” by M83 “The opening piano music is the main theme of the soundtrack (Prelude: The Atlas March/The Cloud Atlas Sextet) by composing trio Tom Tykwer, Johnny Klimek, and Reinhold Heil, followed by an instrumental version of the song “Sonera” from Thomas J. Bergersen’s album Illusions.

To borrow Churchill’s description of Russia, “it is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.”

2346 A.D. A flickering campfire. Zachary (Tom Hanks), old and weathered with a long scar going over his left eye, sits by the fire speaks to someone we cannot see. He tells of how the wind carries voices which scream the stories of ancestors all tied up as one. He implores them to listen as he recounts how he met a devil named Old Georgie for the first time.

“This beach was once a cannibals banqueting hall. Where the strong gorged on the weak, but the teeth sir they spat out like you or I would expel a cherry stone. Do you know the price a quarter pound of these will earn?”

Cloud Atlas

Sonmi-451: Our lives are not our own. we are bound to others, past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

Old Georgie: The weak are meat and the strong do eat!

Sonmi-451:  I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Luisa Rey:  You have to do whatever it is you can not do.

Timothy Cavendish: That’s it, the music from my dream.

Robert Frobisher: I call it the Cloud Atlas Sextet. There are whole movements imagining us meeting again and again in different lives, different ages.

Yoona-939:  I will not be subjected to criminal abuse.

Luisa Rey: TRUE TRUE

We Are All Connected

I’m the king of my land Facing tempests of dust, I’ll fight until the end Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me! Now and forever, I’m your king!

KATIE  MELUA LYRICS

The Closest Thing To Crazy

How can I think I’m standing strong?

Yet feel the air beneath my feet.

How can happiness feel so wrong?

How can misery feel so sweet?

How can you let me watch you sleep? Then break my dreams the way you do. How can I have been in so deep? Why did I fall in love with you? How can you let me fall apart? Then break my fall with loving lies.

It’s so easy to break a heart, It’s so easy to close your eyes. How can you treat me like a child? Yet like a child I yearn for you. How can anyone feel so wild? How can anyone feel so blue?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been.

Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen.

This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known. But I was never crazy on my own. And now I know That there’s a link between the two, Being close to craziness, and being close to you

1:17 AM 6/2/2017

A Moment of Madness

Katie Melua

A moment of madness

It’s happened before It could turn into sadness or a civil war

You’ve got me changing all I ever thought

When you first got so mad lost your rag

Trying to save some trees

Angry cries, saw your thighs And I fell to my knees Oh my God what is this ?

It’s a moment of madness

When we drank too much beer

Lost our fear Our defenses were down you got up tried your luck Bought a dubious round

It can be hard to resist

It’s a moment of madness

A promise of passion

A trailer of sin

A smiling assassin

The demon within

Endorphins are raging Resistance is thin And you’re blowing my mind
‘Cause I find that your theories of life Are insane, feed my brain I could listen all night I can’t leave till we kiss It’s a moment of madness

And I…

just wanna stare at your hair
And imagine you opening your door
In your drawer there’s some leather in there
I refuse, you persist
It’s a moment of madness
You know I’m not asking a lot
Only your life
I don’t want to get what I want
But I’m gonna ask you to stop
But I’m full of lies

 

Until the next Meanderings strike yet again…

Life is complicated.

Make the most of it

Playing For Keeps


Lyrics

You prayed to have your name, scattered on the lips of the young.
And now you claim, that it’s you in the tips of their tongues.
If your proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well.
It must sting to Give up everything and realize that they don’t want you.

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

A hollow sound, is ringing where your heart used to be.
Have you found, that the admiration will never set you free?
Get your lies prepared, your next in line for judgement day.
Now, aren’t you prayin’ aren’t you begging that it’s anyone else?

It’s a lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Well I bet you’re sorry now.
You did this to yourself.
Well I bet you’re sorry now.
Well aren’t you sorry now?

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

It’s lonely road, where the forgotten go.
Where your misery finds it’s company.
It’s a long way down, to the, sacred grounds.
Where the reapers playing for keeps.

 

Lullaby of Pi


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Just finished watching “Life of Pi”  Tears are still fresh on my face.

To describe this move is not an easy feat. It is a fantasy adventure of a young man’s journey.

His name is Piscine Molitor

Shipwrecked, the heartache of losing his family,alone on the vast ocean of Life.

He realizes on his small life boat he has travelers. A huge Bengal cat named “Richard Parker”

How the tiger got it’s name and the tale of alternating stories to satisfy insurance mongrels, is left for you too see.

Of course the story of the animals and how they were portrayed in metaphors is THE Story.

The soundtrack is mesmerizing and hauntingly beautiful.

My favorite is the Lullaby.

Dreamscapes


Listening to “Taken by Trees” Dreams~ from Other Worlds
I made a new playlist called “Scapes” 🙂

I know it’s Not a dream

The Sound of the Trees

I WONDER about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone.–
Robert Frost

 

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