“Debunkers misunderstand such stories as the soon-to-be-dead brother, the appearance of the fatal-car-accident victim, and the advancing fire—all of which happened under extreme circumstances—when they ask, with a sneer, why all psychics do not get rich on the stock market, or why robust psychic phenomena cannot be made to appear in the controlled laboratory.
Putting aside for the moment the fact that psychics sometimes do get rich, and that statistically significant but humble forms of psychic phenomena do in fact appear in laboratories, the answer to why robust events like those of Twain, the widowed wife, and the Stockholm fire do not appear in the lab is simple: There is no trauma, love, or loss there. No one is in danger or dying. Your neighborhood is not on fire. The professional debunker’s insistence, then, that the phenomena play by his rules and appear for all to see in a safe and sterile laboratory is little more than a mark of his own ignorance of the nature of the phenomena in question. To play by those rules is like trying to study the stars at midday. It is like going to the North Pole to study those legendary beasts called zebras. No doubt just anecdotes.”
What is it like to be sitting on a shelf? Ok, so I really do NOT want to know that. I like to be in action! In front! Flaming! Splashing! Primal! Did you know that you can be all of those things sitting silent??!? Ok, I’ve gone off onto a think….
I’m posting to say that for the third time now, my computer has a virus. This time, the computer is sitting on a shelf at the repair place, as the repair guy has many helpful contracts and duties and is over-run by storm damage to repair, doctor’s office computers virused and locking in all patients’ ever important information by a virusbook (I mean facebook i swear) virus from a surfing at work employee!! I am a little bit more glad to be simply sitting on that shelf, than to be one of those patients! Well, the way that I write and create has a lot to do with what I am near and what I have at hand to utilize for material. While I LOVE LOVE LOVE the library at the college soooo, it is cold steel, mortar, and very bright lights that trigger neurological events–unpleasant ones. So, I wait…I am very careful NOT to be patient nor to ask for patience. I hiss at those uttering such words at me and have them quickly flush the words down the nearest toilet or garbage disposal orifice! WAITING is acceptable, patience brings to me the MOST horrid of demons! YIKES! So, I’m waiting and not writing. I am not yet comfy with not having access to my access, but I’m not yet ripping off my skin in horror! Progress not perfection! See you all again when the computer is fixed!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO no no no, now I’ve got an association!!! Watching those strings appear to tangle and then become a long ‘straight’ strand……oooo oooooooooo ooooooooo. Tossing a yoyo at Kathy!
This came up in the creative bubbles this morning and then some more urgent creations over rode it. I finished the book I wanted to read and came downstairs to look for Kathy’s trains, over on Lake Superior Spirit.
And now, since I’ve typed some story and some thoughts into it, this has become an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog. One that seems to be having a lust/ love affair with the Morning Trip, enough to encourage her to dress up and go out on the town for an Evening Trip.
If we get stuck in labeling, however will we get on, to the good stuffs?
I’ve been waffling in despair. I have called it feeling sorry for myself. I have called it being afraid to fail. I have called it denial. I have even looked within it and smiled for a teeeeny-tiny moment and called it knowing what feels good and right, and knowing what I want. And then, I ran me over and called it rationalizing! Seeeeeeeee…I want a prize for expert label name alternatives! I am very good at it! I am also good at distraction away from my own ouchie places. The distraction statement simply leads away from the hot seat to a safer seeming area, which it really is NOT, but YOU(the reader) doesn’t know this! Maybe my halo-ed weinie costume is an OSTRITCH?!?
Ok so now follows what I was thinking. I liked the lyrics so much, that I’m simply posting them below the video, rather than getting other supporting ponderish-type materials. Pre-PS. I would like ginger candy and white tea with raspberry for treats.
“Sometimes my visions are distant and vague Down at the base of the mountain Once in a while I am weak and afraid Tired and sick of it all
I don’t believe that my story is set Nothing is destined or blatant Bound to this body a world full of hate No one will heed if I fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there Guiding the steps of your soul Holding the truth in the cross that you bear Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair No one is holding you back The call on the wild is internal Conquer the silence you bear Tomorrow will not fade to black A new day is dawning remember No one can save you today
The questions are more than the answers I know That doesn’t mean you are lonely Searching for more Consecutive goal’s Making it worth to go on
No one can see it but you know that it’s there Guiding the steps of your soul Holding the truth in the cross that you bear Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair No one is holding you back The call on the wild is internal Conquer the silence you bear Tomorrow will not fade to black A new day is dawning remember No one can save you today
You, and you alone is forging the path Leave your sorrows with the past
Never believe that the story is set Nothing is destined or blatant Bound to this body a world full of hate No one will heed if you fall
No one can see it but you know that it’s there Guiding the steps of your soul Holding the truth in the cross that you bear Die with a heart that is bold
Fly on the wings of despair No one is holding you back The call on the wild is internal Conquer the silence you bear Tomorrow will not fade to black A new day is dawning remember No one can save you today
Fly on the wings of despair No one is holding you back The call on the wild is internal Conquer the silence you bear Tomorrow will not fade to black A new day is dawning remember No one can save you, no one can save you today“
(Abrupt beginning)
I woke up this morning BOOM. And I frowned. How could I feel so angry right from sleep? My energy was straight for the moon Alice and was annoyed at having been stifled, I suppose by sleep. A quiet strong one said to me, no no not angry, maybe snarky. Then it said, remember yesterday, that unrecognized restless-type feeling, when the body simply needed to be exercised to move and feel physical energy being expelled through tactile and proprioception? This is the same.
The rest of me snarled at the voice, ok it swore a lot too. I should have warned you there, if you are drinking a beverage do not giggle nor snort cause it will come out of your nose! I will try to remember beforehand next time.
So, I got myself downstairs and proceeded to undo a morning method and went to a space that I have suspected isn’t the best thing for me and of course the snarky-dancer sniped with glee. And I then went to do the better for me thing. And then my son woke up exactly the same way as I, but less able to contain himself. (no persons nor objects injured during the writing of this blog, phew)
My daughter went out to the car and I thought opportunity to stretch and say good morning to the sun. I opened the door. I stepped outside. SHEER AND UTTER JOY. Fresh, cold, crisp morning fall air!!! The scent of damp leaves and grasses left over from the drying of yesterday’s rain rushed through my body and mind and I stretched to the East and drank in pink clouds and warm sun on my face!! YES!! The call of going out of yesterday!! The Snarky wasn’t clamoring of gloom! It wanted JOY!! (it must be possessed)
So I took the children to school and I went to the Tree Place dock. It still smells contaminated from the chemicals, which is also angering me, but lets not bring it up again now shall we?
I sat on the dock. The river a smooth glass. Low fog clouds lit up by the sun across the mountains. Mists rising up to meet them from the water, far off in the distance. I closed my eyes and sat. All moved into union and stretched to attend in small and perfect detail all that was around me. Tiny fish swirling up with a small click as they fed from the black and white winged bugs swirling on tiny wings like dervish clouds along the surface of the river. Small frogs slipping from the muddy shores while uttering a small peep. The wings of a small bird whirring in my ears like a giant jet flying past. It was time to come home.
I decided it would be a good time to return to eating that suits my overall mood best. Lots of garlic and a little egg! Two slices of french toast and real maple syrup! Fresh Pineapple! The garlic and the pineapple were orgasmic dancing union across my tongue. The union of different, so entirely different, neither giving up a thing, PERFECT!
So, I sat down thinking to create a Morning Trip. The words the marriage of garlic and pineapple going through my mind, I searched The Marriage of Figaro. The words that came were an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog instead!
Today’s recurrent theme is…walking on a tightrope. I feel ambiguous and perhaps lost. And then, I open my eyes, and I am all-together, walking on a tightrope.
The search to unlock and enhance my expression began with this video, embedding is disabled please click the link which will open in a new window for you. I had a very strange reaction while listening to his words and how he felt as he was doing the walk. It took my breath away in that often embarrassing manner when my eyes tear and my body shakes in awe. I do not often share this feeling with others. When I have tried, it seems that others cannot comprehend it, and I keep it private for the most part.
I took my eldest child to college this weekend. I noticed that the process was a lot like walking alongside someone with a terminal illness. I, of course, kept this to myself, trying to know what my daughter required of me and thinking not to be expressive in a manner which she dislikes. I could not tell, while observing the similarities in providing for a dear departing friend, if I was not really knowing what to do, or in a very balanced grounded state observing and coping nicely.
Several bits of my head say, I am confused. Some say, YAY!! Independence for meeee! Other parts say, Look at her goooo!!! Still other parts say, ok I let go of the bike, does she want me to walk away, or watch intently and to remove obstacles or catch the bike before she might fall. Yes, indeed I am walking a tightrope. Images in my mind show me silly things like lily-pads to jump on away from the imagined rope, but then they are just another place to choose to place my feet, one step at a time. I am thinking(thought) this blog after I located the video and the quotes that will follow. Both the quotes and the video helped me to express to the outside, or perhaps they did not help me, but I used them. Semantics are wonderful for expression, denial, and love.
I did not choose one quote today, as at the time of writing I wasn’t/am not completely finished exploring why this theme.
“A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tightrope of life.”
William Arthur Ward
“In the beginning you must subject yourself to the influence of nature. You must be able to walk firmly on the ground before you start walking on a tightrope.” Henri Matisse
“In this day and time, with no competition you are really walking a tightrope. I mean you may think that no competition is good, but in reality no competition is really bad. ” Jerry Lawler
“Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.” Edith Wharton
“My wife says that stage acting is like being on a tightrope with no net, and being in the movies, there is a net – because you stop and go over it again. It’s very technical and mechanical. On stage you’re on your own.” Eli Wallach
“Skill is successfully walking a tightrope between the twin towers of New York’s World Trade Center. Intelligence is not trying. ” Marilyn vos Savant
“The leader can never close the gap between himself and the group. If he does, he is no longer what he must be. He must walk a tightrope between the consent he must win and the control he must exert. ” Vince Lombardi
“The world may end up under a Sword of Damocles on a tightrope over the abyss.” Andrei A. Gromyko
This morning, I got up to the sounds of soft rain falling. I stumbled along in a pleasant sleepy stupor headed to the tea getting spot. The cinnamon sticks smelled heavenly and my mind flashed to autumn. Part of my brain jolted awake to promptly smack and shut up the season rusher–we like summer after all! No worries, the stupor returned after three dunks of the teabag. (I didn’t know you cared enough to worry.)
I sat at my desk. Tiny birds in the sand cherry, bouncing and shaking the drops that had been clinging to the branches for a) my own pure delight, b) to help the birds to get clean, or c) for dear life. NO! There are NO other options, tis my own blog so THERE!
I noticed the puddle around the light post and considered going out to run through it with feet bare, was a short consideration, the feet wish to stay unjolted and sleepy too. Kathy’s puddle and still water pictures are most wonderful and they are where my mind turned next. Ok, not next but promptly after I sniffed and slurped my tea. She can be found over at Lake Superior Spirit, all of her blogs are linked there. She might even provide a comment if she has done a blog particularly about puddles.
Fixated upon, I mean engaged by puddles, I thought well perhaps there is something that I am to find today having to do with puddles or some concept others attached to one or to them.
First came:
Is/was very funny to me, that’s how my written expression has been feeling of late, hence no blogs, but lots of movement as if I were working very hard upon it. I might be full of uhmm…Mud. Puddles however are great for ridding self of mud.
Then I thought, well you cannot just put up that video, what kind of blog would that be–this really means that I was worrying what others would think AND that I wanted attention. Some of me rolled our eyes at those parts, go ahead you can do it too. Sometimes it can be easier to roll eyes at others than at selves. I dunno why I just typed that last bit, maybe you might ignore it? I continued my search, it led me to this:
Mark Harden’s Artchive Escher, Maurits Cornelis
Puddle
1952
Woodcut in three colors
24 x 31.9 cm (9 1/2 x 12 1/2 in.)
M.C. Escher
Perhaps…
“Non-being is a mirror, the world an
image and man
is the eye of the image in which the person is hidden
You are the eye of the image, and
the light of the eye.
Who has ever seen the eye
through which all things are seen?
The world has become a man
and man a world.
There is no clearer explanation than this
When you look well into the root of the
matter
He is at once seen both seeing eye
and thing seen.”
– Mahmud Shabistari
Perhaps I was just to look into the puddle! Simple.
(abrupt ending warning!!)
The End!
**Already a good start if We do say so Ourselves, soooooooo much better than the floor.
Felt like someone inflated my body and then firmly stuffed the extra spaces full of cotton. Who knew eyelids were inflatable?!? Also felt like someone had a power line with intermittent surges attached directly to my spine and in the spaces in between the surges that my body parts and mind were just floating off randomly in separate directions.
**THAT, is what you GET for eating 3/4 of a box of the lovely organic lemon cookies..We toooooooold you so, yes we did….
So, I sighed and reached for the glass of water beside the bed and began to guzzle. My insides were busy muttering and then one joyful bit ripped away from the rest and said:
**ooooooooooo yes within the mindless guzzle are tendrils and rivlets of cool refreshing water going down the throat across the desert of a tongue and sharing the possibility of a waking up in the tummy as it pools YAY!
I smiled and chuckled and then squashed it with a decided frown.
**She is soooooooo stubborn, isn’t it amazing to watch?!? Please stretch, just a wee stretch…come on…you can do it…
Of course the teeny stretch was amazing and led to wall stretches that took me to the sink, splashing wonderful cold water onto my face and neck and arms. MMMmmm now tea!
No time to sit still this morning, slipping grumpily off into Cotton-land again. Take a kiddo for food and then to work.
**pssst….tree place ….tree place
Harumph, see how they gang up on me?!?
I first went to read about Kathy’s Thrill at Lake Superior Spirit and then I followed her to her description of coffee. Ok, so I am still sleepy and I’m a sensory sort of person and the lust for the smell got me motivated enough to leave the house AND to visit the tree place on the way back from depositing a kiddo at work. The blog was about the world waking up, noticing and remembering itself, though being new again and taking a son to the airport and to his own life. It had me think of my own child heading off to college in a month and the daily attention and focus on some things, that often, through another’s eyes seems like one is giving up better bits in favor of daily requirements. I wonder if I am creating a potential loss, or simply dancing within a what-if.
On the way home I stopped at the farmer’s market, the gifts of the gardens are never boring to me. Someone teased me there once and said that I look like a small child in a candy store flitting from item to item touching and smelling.
**Yes and he prods you with the words hmmm time for a farmer’s market moment, when you have had sugar or are down too silly.
God bless true friends eh? 😉 They always seem to say what you need, even if you do not at the moment want to hear it!
So, today I am recovering from sugar. I wonder as I type, does recover mean to get over or to cover up again?
Off to make a crust-less beet green quiche..mmmmmmmm
“So don’t ask yourself what people want. Ask instead, What is true? What really inspires me, excites me? What will really help people and take away their confusion and suffering? It’s sort of a funny, crazy way to go, but I think it’s the only way to bring water to the wasteland Joseph Campbell described. When I read something truthful, something real, I breathe a deep sigh and say, “Fantastic – I wasn’t mad or alone in thinking that, after all!” So often we are left to our own devices, struggling in the dark with this external and internal propaganda system. At that point, for someone to tell us the truth is a gift. In a world where people all around us are lying and confusing us, to be honest is a great kindness.”
– David Edwards
Nothing to Lose but our Illusion
Pondering, thinking, creating, imagination…(all right, delusion also fits in somewhere)
Which is which? Are you sure? OOOOooooo ooooooo!! I know! ASK SOMEONE, RIGHT??
NO!!! Definately not!!
What sort of mixed messages are humans moving about like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to please? AND, why oh WHYyyyyyyy do they think this groupie glue is important? Who cares what people want, unless one is trying to sell something? In trying to sell a thing, asking what will ‘help’ and ‘take away’, only grabs onto their desires and pleases them, like candy for a baby. The baby doesn’t need to have the skills to think or to ponder, only to express gimme-gotcha and throw a little tantrum, et voila!!!
Since when did truth mean identification? A wife-beater can identify with the rage expressed in an abuser sharing and thus validate and justify that it is ok to beat…not because it is a true, but because the wife-beater simply doesn’t know any better, OR even worse, is mentally ill and will glom on to the closest rationalization of inappropriate behavior because denial is a happy friend.
Being kind, isn’t always honest. Feeling ‘nice’ and escaping reality and labeling it truth in order to placate a human’s insides, when simply directing them to take care of their own side of the street, is a disservice to the human race. People still lock people up for avoiding reality…and yet the current self-help, gimme-gotcha trend does just that, avoids reality!
(sits waiting for the, “But ELISAAAAAAA!!! You mean imagination is BAD?!? You blah, negative, unlearned person you–the books told you to label me this, as a defense to your ability of hearing your inner spirit agreeing with me!)
Noooooooooooo!! A healthy imagination is simply an amaaaaaaaaaaazing human gift. When utilized and then expressed, explosions of creativity grow joyfully!! A healthy imagination is the inner flame dancing inside of each moment. It is healthy thinking and processing of reactions, the inner decider of actions. The place to sit right at work(as opposed to escaping) stick your pen into someone’s thigh, catch it with mind, laugh and provide the ‘offender’ with a hug oh gram, a balloon bouquet, and birds flying in joyful expression to assist them with whatever pen-stabbing they were contemplating before you encountered them!
When you are tired at work, think exhilaration!!! Think of scaling Mt. Everest, in brilliant swim trunks, feel the sharp intake of cool air into your lungs, take that feeling and register the brilliant sky and the sun hitting the mind across the peak…raise your hands in triumph–at the same time plant those feet apart on the floor and streeeeeeeetch those arms above your head and wooooohoooooooooo recharged!
You could also recall the York Peppermint Patty commercials, if that helps. Engagement, instead of withdrawal!
Dunno about you, but conversion is MY FRIEND!!
Happy Energy!
😉
(someone said somewhere that emoticons ought not be used…should i worry? lol)
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