making public comment

in a little back room of some government building that is now irrelevant because it is irrelevant they've got nuregs now that take human life and calculate its worth to be less than you guessed it less than b4 . . . . nuRegs redesigned with the NWO, u know, humanized to the point of survival one love is a n o t h e r way of saying it, isn't it? lol -- i had several favorite speakers at today's NRC's #publiccomment on #wasteconfidence: first ... mad props to #jeremyofMitsubishi OKUPI! and then there was my favorite kind of public comment -- the genius! He was probably like the guy in red converse high tops that attends every city council meeting, but perhaps with a different name and maybe this one calling into the NRC is taller, but they echo the same chorus. He voiced something I know, yet had not given it a real thoughtful thought: a meteorite landing in a nuclear cooling pool. I am glad that I wasn't the one who had to have that dream to even give voice to that potential reality we face every moment. WOW! What a chemical reaction THAT would be!

visualize 'nothing'

One would have to understand Not just in the context of one But in the voice of many That which was just revealed Because one voiced their thoughts. Be in truth in the moment Fulfill each desire A habit of ur Momentum Clashes With The Truth That you Cannot touch Hold feel penetrate Time 2 never b alone again It is supposed 2 b that ez

house work reality

I am seriously impatient with reality that borrows time from a frozen maple tree.  And, since bi-dimensional realities have yet to be seriously considered mainstream, I suppose I shall sit here and write my story today.  Which is really quite boring, being one of the most common nature:  Housework.

"Housework is evil and must be stopped."  (fridge magnet)

So, in writing my own story, I'd write that part of this day out of the story.  And, instead . . . .

Still, no message.  All the usually tricks had not worked.  No message.

"He's either really going through it, or he's just mean like that."  That "or ...." was insecurity or was it.  The truth, on so many levels, we are still strangers.  But, if I learned anything in jail was, 'remember the last thing communicated and just remember that and do not create something only in your own head until you have another experience.  Realize and know the patterns.'  That last part always can be tricky to accept.

I have decided to accept the ones that do not make me impatient.  In other words, second time around, if things make you trip, they are friends.  If they take care for the things that make you trip, take it one day at a time.

After all, I am an absolute bitch.  Ask anyone who knows me really well.  I don't try to be, I just am -- one of those natural things that happens when I'm impatient+frustrated+angry=bitch.  These are my known-to-work solutions.

If I am being a bitch and I am right, an immediate acknowledgment of that and any required action or remedy is immediately taken, if I'm not right or being unreasonable or you don't understand a word I said, ask me if I'm hungry.  If yes is my answer, remind me I just told you I was hungry and that I said THAT is more important than talking right now.  If that doesn't make me laugh, "make love not war" (mlnw) is the only solution that comes to mind and be persistent and take no for an answer because my anger comes from something you nor I could be responsible for, so while we do our work let's make love as often as possible.

Beneath it all, truly, we are all happy living the life we are living.  If we were not, we would do something to change it, and that is "far more difficult than the 1st step in any revolution"  For the inspiration for this blog, for these words, for these feelings, for these acknowledgements, I owe much gratitude to all my intimates in all dimensions and those I do not even know yet.

So, sigh, housework, with my daughter, teaching her things my mom taught me.  Her spoon might be silver, but she's going to know how to polish it like a Dutch girl.