Not dead yet….

Ffolkes,

“We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.
We are spiritual beings on a human journey.”

~~ Stephen Covey ~~

fall colors downhill

Fall colors on display….

Hajime…. As today’s title proclaims, I’m not dead yet. However. death’s presence in life touches us all, if only in a peripheral sense, every day, & I have been exploring some of the implications of that rather extensively in recent days, which may be construed as the primary reason for blowing off this blog for five straight days. For over six years, posting daily has been my habit; to forgo doing so for so long would, in the past, have created in me a very strong sense of angst-filled tension, for having repressed all I’ve been in the habit of expressing in these outbursts….

I find myself blithely unconcerned with such frailties, as I find, when I do come back into cyberspace, nothing has changed, other than the outer appearances of each site I visit, as determined by whatever fresh material I find. In short, it’s still there, still evolving, and not having any particularly REAL effect on what I know to be reality outside in the Big Blue Room. Yep. It’s all same same, just a different day….. Go figure. eh? Little did I know just how little my techniques for sanity-maintenance had any real effect on things, though I suppose the failure of my ranting to have any effect whatsoever  might just have been a rather pertinent clue. But, it remains true, and I’m finding that to be rather a facer. It’s hard to acknowledge our own foolishness, especially when we pursue it so long….

All that said, to little constructive purpose, I’ll merely say this; I’m back, but, not for long. The real world is still providing me with more interesting stuff to deal with than is cyberspace; probably has something to do with my own ability to access the BBR, a pursuit precluded for the past six or seven years by my own physical ailments. Those physical restrictions imposed on me by the aging process have been mitigated, to some extent, and continue to make it easier for me to do more, for longer periods, without having to spend an inordinate time recovering enough to continue doing so. In short, I’m getting stronger, and it’s more fun in real-time and real space. What’s more fun, you ask? Everything.

My only regret is having lost contact with so many of the fine people I’ve met here in cyberspace, because I haven’t been visiting sites or commenting much, at all, mostly because I’m just not here. In the past five days, 99% of the time I spend on the computer is just turning on more music, or looking up a query on Google. Even a new, more interesting Facebook page hasn’t tempted me out of reality very much. But. then FB is, for the most part, a wasteland when it comes to rational thinking. Of course, that’s a direct manifestation of the lack of rationality in our society, I’d say, & is not amenable to change. The bell curve defines our culture, as it always has, and that isn’t subject to alteration without altering the nature of humanity…. Good luck with that….

I guess that’s all for now; I can’t think of anything more to add, except to note I won’t be posting daily any more. For any Gentle Readers who might wish to contact me in between posts (probably every three to five days, depending on the ‘whether’….. that’s whether or not I feel like it, or have something to say), my email is in the profile on the right side of my home page; anyone with a query or comment is welcome to use it…. For now, let’s get this mess posted. so I can go walkabout in the rain…. As a former resident of the state of Washington, I do love walking in the rain….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?”

~~ Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass” ~~

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Grace VanderWaal

Grace Vanderwaal

Image from Austin City Limits, via Google Images

In 2016, at the age of 12, this young artist burst onto the music scene in the USA, by winning the America’s Got Talent contest, playing original songs she wrote, singing them in a clear, distinctive voice, and connecting to every person who listened by the insight displayed in her lyrics. She played all original songs during the show, and, since winning, has pursued her musical dreams with single-minded sheer talent. She recently released her first album, which, by what I’ve heard, will be well worth a listen, with all new, original material.

I’ve included her performances on AGT, in the first video embedded. I’ve also included a more recent live concert, at the Austin City Limits stage, in October of this year. What you need to remember is, she is now still only 13 years old; to hear her songs, her voice, and her stage presence one would believe she is much older, for her talent has continued to blossom & grow…. One of the judges predicted she would become the next Taylor Swift, and he may just be correct in that assessment…. Enjoy, ffolkes; you’ll be hearing this artist for many years to come….

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Grace Vanderwaal

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Comedy_Tragedy

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016

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pearls_3

Naked Pearls

Reference points….

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“I was gratified to be able to answer promptly.
I said, “I don’t know.”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“If you would attain to what you are not yet,
you must always be displeased by what you are.
For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained.
Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.”

~~ Saint Augustine ~~

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“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~~ Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophet” ~~

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“A man who carries a cat by the tail
is getting experience that will always be helpful.
He isn’t likely to grow dim or doubtful.
Chances are, he isn’t likely to carry the cat that way again, either.
But if he wants to, I say let him!”

~~ Mark Twain ~~

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“Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?”

~~ Plato ~~

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“If you get confused, listen to the music play.”

~~ Robert Hunter ~~

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“I exist as I am, that is enough.”

~~ Walt Whitman ~~

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Well, I made it to the closing section; fancy that! I’ll forgo any further blather, & just wish you all a wonderful day. I’ll be back; when that will be isn’t clear. but, will happen soon enough. Y’all be well, & be strange. Both are choices, & I can attest, both are better than the alternatives. See ya, ffolkes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


		
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7 thoughts on “Not dead yet….

    • Thanks, bro; I can say the same, though in a different vein. My own absence is d/t feeling better physically, & I may never spend as much time on the comp as I did for a long time…. But, writing isn’t an option, so, I’ll have to post once in a while…. & will be around now & again to stick in my two cents worth…. I have to say, though, it’s a pretty nice world when one pays no attention to the show going on, but, rather to the substance that the show covers…. The idiots who are in the frigging news alla damn time have less effect on real life than they believe they do; comes from living in a fantasy world, I guess…. I’m finding the real world to be more interesting than anything I see on the idiot-box….

      I do hope you feel better soon; I just wish you could use cannabis; it would change your life, making it closer to what you used to have, rather than the forced dependence on what the doctors are prescribing…. In any case, feel better, my friend. I’ll be around; my email is always on….

      gigoid

    • chuq…. No, it can’t regrow toes; it CAN, however, help the wounds heal better, easing the pain & anxiety of having a wound while doing so, and, preventing further similar issues by helping the body to prevent further issues. It also helps regularize sugar processing, thus helping control diabetes, if that’s the root cause of the necrosis…. I’m not saying it will cure everything, but, it does enable the human body to heal what it CAN heal, and prevent further issues by strengthening the overall immune system. All without side effects, or danger of overdosing…. I’ll be by in a while; dealing with a broken sink….

      gigoid

      • NO diabetes….just stupidity and a hard head that lead to the problem….if only Mississippi would move into the 21st century but that is a a lot to ask of these heathens…LOL I will be watching for you and good luck with the sink….chuq

  1. Great to read this, Ned; so happy for you.
    The BBR is a good place to be; providing lots of entertainment (as long as one can; that is). I, too, find myself engaged in the BBR more than ever before. Having the physical ability to do so makes for much pleasantry. Enjoy! 🙂
    xoxoxo

  2. “Not Dead yet”.. i can surely relate
    to that from the Dead Zone Days..
    gigoid.. as Affectionately named
    by the
    Marriage
    Counselor
    we used to
    visit who was
    one of two Therapists
    and a Psychiatrist and
    a General MD Practitioner
    who all related to my sudden recovery
    Differently.. one with a Suggestion of
    a Real Human Miracle.. one with a
    Description of what i came
    out of as the Dead
    Zone then and
    the other one..
    the Psychiatrist
    suggesting i finally
    Gained an Asperger’s
    Ego above and beyond the
    Inner Voice that was far away
    from being anything close to self
    actualized and oh yeah.. the GP was
    Alarmed that i had moved into Bi-Polar
    Territory from Depression and in FacT they
    were all correct but only i fully understood the root
    cause for i was the one who experienced Fight or Flight
    Stress for over 2 years at work in what i then created with
    my rather weak will then as a Catch Twenty-Two Situation
    i felt that there was no escape
    from as Keeping a
    Job and Money
    and Health
    Insurance for
    my Wife with Epilepsy
    became more important than
    my Life and so ignorant i was of
    the Bigger Picture of Common Sense then..
    anyway.. the price of that Locked in my Head
    for 33 Months without effective use of eyesight
    and hearing and then writing in every waking hour
    and minute of the day when i wasn’t reading on a Wrong
    Planet Website until i more fully Recovered 33 Months after
    that for a 66 Month Total Tour in Hell that the Psychiatrist and one of
    those All Natural Herbal Healers suggested it would literally take years of
    recovery for they both understood that Stress Kills and on the way to Death
    takes all Normal Bodily Functions away and literally eats the ‘Brain Fat’ away
    as a Neurologist who read my Cat Scan suggested Happened to me.. although
    for whatever reason the other professionals couldn’t understand that point even though
    the Psychiatrist said
    stress does
    literally
    Fry one’s
    Brain when Chronic
    in ways of Fight or Flight Stress
    so yep.. 66 months of Recovery
    and 19 and 20 Medical Diagnoses
    if one counts the last one of Bi-Polar
    too as a lifelong condition along with
    Asperger’s Syndrome.. i dealt with
    with no Medical Help until
    47 years of age..
    other than
    a Pit
    Stop at a Mental
    Crisis Place at age 21 too..
    and sure as born i was a Canary
    in a Coal Mine with all the Clothes of Culture
    as DisEase offered up still almost since Birth in ’60
    and now that Disease is many more fold Greater Disorder
    now than ever before as Humans are increasingly becoming
    the tools they use away from the flesh and blood in Balance
    that will save our ass when hard times of Challenge do come in
    Environmental way.. so.. to make a much longer story that you have
    probably at least mostly heard many times before as every Sailor
    of the Stormy Seas of Life as a Story of a Cross or two or
    more in life is Cathartic in retelling while chewing
    some Fat at the Local Gas Store and
    now we Have Blogs online for
    those who can create more
    than a 140 Character
    Twitter Verse in just one sitting
    as it’s True.. one can not Serve a Sea Story
    Justice Fully NoW in JusT 280 Characters of
    SoUL.. For a Sea Story tells much more than Brevity
    As A Soul Wears No SpiRiT of short as HeART when Fully Engaged iN Focus..
    And it’s true.. the reason i rarely get cold even when the Cold Index Falls below
    Twenty is simply cause i wear shorts and adapt and no longer let the Jackets
    do the Work.. and that’s how life works we can do it all without fear
    in relative terms and we can break down and die in life in
    Constant Flight or Fight Stress that is the Essence
    of Fear Incarnate in the Destruction of our
    Flesh and Blood Existence.. so in
    other words my friEnd.. NoW
    Considering your Decades spent
    in Moderating Violent Mental Patients
    in Hand to Hand Defense and Control
    And Serving as a Care Giver to the Developmentally
    Disabled as two of the most potential Stressful Overall Jobs
    i can surely think of for someone with empathy and sympathy
    and compassion still fully engaged.. it’s no wonder the Chronic Stress
    of that Fried everything about you as a Nervous Break Down is literally
    when the myelin sheafs of Nerves Get Burned off by Stress Chemicals
    in the Blood Stream.. no different really that if Power Lines lose
    their Protection too.. or even Tires Lose their rubber and
    are left with Metal Meeting
    a Rocky Asphalt
    now.. and
    yes.. once i recovered for
    about two years i posted Blog
    Posts almost every day then went to twice
    a week in 2016 through 2017 and now in the
    Second Half of 2017.. i am Cruising WitH One A Week..
    Albeit NoW.. the total almost always arises past 20K words
    and around 300 to 400 to 500 Photos too.. for the only person
    i expect to keep coming and being in my Field of Dreams i create
    as Art to keep a Mind Firing in every way beyond a Free Style Dance
    of Life.. is me.. for it’s true.. i am the only Force within that and who could
    save me then.. for no Doctor had a Clue of what my Personal Multi-Verse
    of Nature needed to get through.. and i do insure i continue to exercise my
    Human Potential in a Balance that works as i’ve tilted up and down on the
    Track of that Balance in the last overall Close to Recovery of 52 months
    but really closer to 51 when i actually got out in Public and Started
    my Public Dance at the end of August 2013.. i suppose
    you are somewhere in that Human Recovery Phase
    now my friEnd.. regaining an emotional
    regulation and sensory
    Integration of
    Will and
    Strength enough
    to Enter the Big Blue Room
    Fearlessly again.. sure it can and
    will take years after Complete Human
    Exhaustion and Break Down.. but the good news
    always is change as that means the Good times can and will
    come back again to life again as just another Phoenix Rising from
    Ashes as the story as Old as Humans just repeats in another Joe
    the Plumber like me too.. gotta get both drains of mind cleared and
    body too in both science of mind and body and art of mind and body
    BaLanCinG ForCE too and of course when we come out we do
    what ever it takes to stay in ‘the good’ place now.. if we
    have enough of a reality check now in our
    own Unique Multi-Verses
    in VieW of all oF
    our
    Realities now..
    anYway.. i suspected you
    would eventually get better
    and i am surely glad you did as that
    is surely worthy of thanks and praise and
    Celebration in a Party of Big Blue Room too..
    Life adapts to Challenge.. Life Survives it’s just what
    Life does.. sometimes even after we give up and feel no hope at all..
    The Reptile Brain and Basic Will to Survive is core of what carries on my friEnd
    i Celebrate
    that Dragon
    with all my might
    too.. for i understand my
    Reptile Brain is what saved me
    after my Neo-Cortex and Limbic system
    went on Break.. true i will remain a FriEnd of mY Dragon..
    and nah.. i won’t put my Dragon through Hell AGain.. NoW
    Peace and
    Harmony
    iN Balance
    IS A Happy Dragon
    in Animal Homeostasis now..
    anyWay.. Glad
    to hear
    you
    are doing
    well now my friEnd
    and off to Riff off this
    Singular New Weekly Effort now..:)

    “We are not human beings on a spiritual journey.
    We are spiritual beings on a human journey.”

    ~~ Stephen Covey ~~

    For me it’s clear we are Animals
    WitH Clothes of Culture.. Some
    Science Some
    Art Lives as
    me away from
    Robot LiFE NoW..:)

    “Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,
    why should you not speak to me?
    And why should I not speak to you?”

    ~~ Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass” ~~

    What Stranger
    Being aWake Means
    No Stranger
    aLL mY
    FriEnd..:)

    “I was gratified to be able to answer promptly.
    I said, “I don’t know.”

    ~~ Mark Twain ~~

    FeeLinG and SenSinG Chalice
    of Bliss and Nirvana
    HeaVeN ALWaYs NoW
    OVeR
    FloWinG
    iN
    ZoNE
    no
    Lay
    aWay beFore or after NoW..;)

    “If you would attain to what you are not yet,
    you must always be displeased by what you are.
    For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained.
    Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing.”

    ~~ Saint Augustine ~~

    I’m not sure what side of the Fence
    Saint Augustine Lives on then but on
    my side all
    is pleasing
    and the more
    pleasing it is the more
    Productive and Creative
    i am as the empirical evidence
    conclusively reports in case study evidence
    but perhaps he didn’t get the memo that Heaven
    is a Force of Positivity one can and will Master
    WitHiN A Foundation of Love and Grace as
    Fearless
    WiLL
    And
    Strength always now..
    but it’s true My Garden Party
    iS JusT AlWays NoW and that’s enough for me..:)

    “And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
    and the winds long to play with your hair.”

    ~~ Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophet” ~~

    i am all no
    separation
    i am all the
    reaLiTY i Co-Create
    WitH Rest oF aLL NoW..:)

    “A man who carries a cat by the tail
    is getting experience that will always be helpful.
    He isn’t likely to grow dim or doubtful.
    Chances are, he isn’t likely to carry the cat that way again, either.
    But if he wants to, I say let him!”

    ~~ Mark Twain ~~

    Nature is also just a little S and
    M aS it’s True after A
    Barbed Ride
    A Fairer
    Cat STiLL comes back..
    And it’s true God is an imperfect
    Mona Lisa Painting at small view
    with
    A Barbed
    Cat Penis
    With Still Willing
    Female Cats producing in larger newer view..
    the cutest kittens of all.. So.. Beautiful.. the
    Kittens of God ARE..
    as ‘they’ say
    show
    me
    your Kitties
    and i will be pleased.. even more..;)

    “Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?”

    ~~ Plato ~~

    True tHat Sadly Plato didn’t have a Pen that lasted.. Pass Socrates..
    as Socrates
    at least
    in
    Spirit
    Still Carries
    on with no Pen at all..
    no different really than
    Buddha or Jesus or even
    Lao Tzu and of course Mythological
    Krishna and Shiva and all the rest as they
    might as well be everyone else and they are..
    The
    Secret OuT
    iS finAlly You..:)

    “If you get confused, listen to the music play.”

    ~~ Robert Hunter ~~

    After that Be the
    Music
    the
    Instrument Whole
    of DancE and SonG..:)

    “I exist as I am, that is enough.”

    ~~ Walt Whitman ~~

    ..as
    you…

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