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Nonsense Making Sense

Published December 14, 2017 by tindertender

Just Ask

It doesn’t have to make sense, any of it. Those who are doing the best they are able, with care not to harm others, is bathing in honor. This invisible bath often goes unrecognized by the bather, and unmentioned by those who notice it.

Often times when good deeds are seen, they are not commented on, for when too much attention is given to them, those who do little, look bad. (Now) and when I was younger I would come into a job and work so hard. I was fast and accurate, giving 110% and put all of my focus and ability to whatever task was at hand, always pushing myself. A co-worker once drew me aside and told me to slow down, that I was making the group look bad. I thought silently that this was just the way it would be, for I did not have it in me to be less, so that others, resting in this mode, would look better. I still don’t.

There are many people who are comfortable in a state of mediocrity. They want to put forth minimal effort while reaping the reward for success. The issue with this, is that while less is being done, more people need to be hired, hence, there goes opportunity for wage increases and promotion. Hard work is beneficial to all who are willing to team up and get it done.

All pieces of the puzzle, whichever format it may take, are crucial to the end result, none being more important than the other. So while it may sometimes make no sense at all, stepping back and looking at the larger picture, the beauty of it is apparent at all times.

Myth Of My Creation

Published December 12, 2017 by tindertender

cosmic-crystal-polyhedronSitting here in the half-dark I think of you. It is quite difficult, this non-remembering. I keep hoping for guidance, some sort of sign … a little glimmer to let me know why this is, or what I came to do.

My eyes well up with inner fluids, I do not want to cry. I wonder if I’ve suffered some type of stroke, remembering grandmother after hers, as she cried for what seemed no reason at all.

I watch the world fall deeper into chaos, and I hope it is an illusion and that it is simply being seen now, more than before, and actually not worse but on the mend.

I worry at times that the human race has failed itself, even through all of its brilliance. Life suffers even though we possess great capacity for healing, for loving. We’ve been taught not to think, only to ‘do’ as told … to conform to an ideal imposed by someone else, by many others. Listening to our inner voice ~ beaten out of us, if not physically, then by mental manipulation. Some folks are so good at coercion they do not even know what they do (and then some are fully aware), and would adamantly deny any responsibility for what they give to the people around them, what energies they birth into the world.

Cycle of birth and deathThe cycle of birth and death keeps moving ’round, but I see little improvement. Technology advancements, yes, but not without a price, for the suffering of the earth and all on it are being given as payment.

There’s got to be more, there has to be a way to end the cycle of pain. But how? How, when so many will not look into their own hearts and ask the tough questions? How, when the accuser will not flip their blaming rhetoric and ask of themselves if they hold any part of it, if perhaps they’ve contributed somehow to that which they abhor.

If I say that person is a real asshat, I must also ask myself if ‘I’ am an asshat, for I know that only a reflection appears before me. So I try harder to change what is within me so that I may see outside myself, with my own eyes, and hear with my own ears, something more loving and kind.

ghost-woman1-300x225I ask questions and get no response. It’s as though my voice is a figment of imagination, somehow not real. I wonder if this is how the angels or guardians or guides feel when people fail to heed their advice, frustrated at the absolute avoidance of rational ideas, a purposeful ignoring of the inner nudges.

Determined I grow this connection, for I know this is where I go, and here … it seems no one cares too much. Perhaps it is all a figment of imagination and the work I do doesn’t exist. I am actually a dream … a dream in my own mind, a myth of my own creation.

Prediction, Or Brainwash?

Published December 1, 2017 by tindertender

Promises have been made, there are those who think there is much to be gained … otherwise they wouldn’t be so intent on setting the stage for this destruction which has been promised in the bible. Key words such as ‘chaff’ and ‘unquenchable fire’ … we’ve already seen how difficult these contaminated forests and lands are to put out once blazing. The Columbia River Gorge, California, Montana, these fires burned hot and would not stop. This is man made, caused by chemicals and compounds sprayed onto the earth from planes over head, day and night they release these concoctions.

2006, Kampala, Uganda

We are being set up. Apparently the ones making promises value the ‘intelligence of destruction’ more than the hearts of those who love greatly, for the ones causing suffering act as though they will make it through this unscathed.

Is it truly an act of God … or is this a plot and plan by the destroyer, the manipulator of time. Over, and over again it comes to this, over and again they succeed. Is it time to throw a wrench into this scenario? Is it time to prove that enough is enough? If people refuse to take action and put an end to this ridiculous and callous travesty, then they will be the prey of that which they will not acknowledge, and so will their families.

It is quite sad as I see the nonchalance of the people. Eyes glued to their i-phones as they walk the street, refusing to look at each other, let alone take note of the chemicals raining down on their heads. Intent on the latest ball game score, others scoff at those who see. They speak cruelly of them to those who want to ‘fit in’ and agree.

Harsh Reality, Hard To Admit?

Published December 1, 2017 by tindertender

Little Packets of poison disguised as food. Tasty treats that kill. Profiteers fill their pockets while the masses swallow tears.

Golden halo, turn a blind eye. Towers topple with barely a sound. Innocence, trusting, not noticing crooked smiles, fraudulent copies of what is good.

Almost doesn’t account for what must be done, for in truth an unwinding of time is on the horizon. Many will be surprised, for they are not paying attention.

Rigid MethodDisdain and slander spew from closed minds, compassionate hearts still care. How is it that “chaff” is sprayed into air killing forests, burning.

Story has it a chosen few will be salvaged, saved. Could it have been a mythical tale to prepare us? It’s happening now, believe it or not. Release rigid teachings if you care to see.

The material that is sprayed is a mix of radar-sensitive particles (chaff that is loaded with barium and aluminum) … https://healthimpactnews.com/2015/artificial-clouds-and-geoengineering-pubic-exposed-to-toxic-chemicals/

This “chaff” gets all over, and inside of, everything, it rests in branches of trees, it is absorbed by the soils, it fills the rivers and streams, it is in every body, every living being.

Matthew 3:12
His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing floor. He will gather his wheat into the barn, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire.

Can We Let Go?

Published December 1, 2017 by tindertender

ignoring each otherSirens sound, I dare not look, a pretending that all is well. Perhaps it is true and everyone knew before they rang to confirm. Dust collects as time goes by, so far away, evading sight. Age shows in flesh first, in discussion it is rare. Coloring within lines, motto for life, ended in disrepair.

Fan-fare howling, amazed and intent on seeing, heat escapes through the vent. A steady tone sounds, a preparation is at hand. White walls bounce sound, bring it in, put it down. Chiseled features, in a corner of the room, assumptions, guesswork, wasted energy.

Mother breaks bond with child, she knows he must go find his way. She cannot protect him from his fate, his journey. He is hurt, he is angry, she suffers his wrath, and so do others. He must find a way to climb out of this into purpose, into healing. Unease settles into shoulders and floor boards squeak.

Anger of man

Questions and answers both dwell in the mind, meshing the two in time, stillness, quiet observation. Lyrical notes, another language sought, only half of communication known. Singular lengths twisted, stretched, silken threads caressed.

Dreams from another world disrupting breath, silent now. Actions promoted, stillness needed, rest now. Judgments shed, blossoming encouraged, embraced, empowered.

Fossil remains spread at roots absorb toxic waste, a cleaner life at stake. Interconnected, all harmonious union, poison released, replaced, transformed.

Eyes slowly closing, calm settles in. It’s a mind thing, it won’t come back. Racing … hearing … closer now. Gentle hands do not cause alarm, breath recovered, resting, deep wonder, light.

 

Intent and Desire

Published November 26, 2017 by tindertender

Kind HeartCaution. I like to think I’m a fairly intelligent person, however, I recognize I am quite naive when it comes to certain topics. Mistakes, or ‘errors’ have the potential of being made. Guidance would be very helpful, coming from one who has travelled the path before, learning from experience.

Beauty. It is talked of quite a bit. What is it, truly, though? Heart & Soul … I do not want war anymore, in fact, I never did.  I am certain the majority of people on the planet do not want war, but it continues … is this because of power struggle? Perhaps part of it is so ‘someone(s)’ can claim they have saved lives, taking credit for something that needn’t happen in the first place. A long time ago I was taught it takes a strong man to enter a battle, but it takes true courage to turn and walk away from one.

Hypocrite-How can a world intent on ruining lives and countries expect to raise children who respect life? The government states it is the fault of this or that which causes people to go berserk and kill mass people ~ this is a blaming of others, when in fact, the ‘system’ they’ve built is the actual guide for it!! Hypocrites everywhere, pretending to care.

The truth shines very bright in this light.

Shadow Land

Published November 24, 2017 by tindertender

If it weren’t so serious it would be comical. “HA!”, she laughs. Two sides of the coin. Are there always two side to the coin?

Life is incredible. We come into it and we are impressed and molded with the state of the world. We get to know it intimately, and then we transform the training of current reality, altering habits, and create a NEW reality into which others are born.

Outer change of the ‘big picure’ begins with alchemy of self.

There is no ‘going backwards’, there is only release of that which is not benefitting life. Utilization of what works while honoring the sacred, we build a new future.

As in part one of a movie series, what was in the beginning outshines what comes after, realizing this, it becomes the favored.

lucid_dreaming

She dreams, her breath comes deep and her feet move as she lives in the unseen world. She stops … resting once again. He says, “I’m the idiot …”, and she says, “NO … I do not claim it, and I do not perceive it to be you.” She breathes as she watches the night behind closed eyes. He continues, “… a terrible mistake.” She wonders who they speak of when they say, ‘Jacobs family’.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob
https://opensenseme.com/2017/11/09/you-are-mighty/

Jacob experienced a vision of a ladder, or staircase, reaching into heaven with angels going up and down it, commonly referred to as “Jacob’s Ladder”. He heard the voice of God, who repeated many of the blessings upon him, coming from the top of the ladder.
According to Midrash Genesis Rabbah, the ladder signified the exiles that the Jewish people would suffer before the coming of theJewish Messiah: the angels that represented the exiles of Babylonia, Persia, and Greece each climbed up a certain number of steps, paralleling the years of the exile, before they “fell down”; but the angel representing the last exile, that of Edom, kept climbing higher and higher into the clouds. Jacob feared that his descendants would never be free of Esau’s domination, but God assured him that at the End of Days, Edom too would come falling down.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edom

It is so difficult to see what our governing bodies have allowed to happen in this world, to know the harms they have permitted to come to all life. Greed and the need for power are so ugly, and all the while they smile as though they are helping people, helping the animals, the land and the sea … the air we breathe, cleansed by failing forests which are depleted from destructive land usage.

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