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Human Analogy

Published February 17, 2018 by tindertender

I hadn’t checked the mail today, and when the car alarm sounded I went outside to have a look. Walking to the mailbox I saw the neighbor in the shadows of his driveway. I asked, “Was that MY car alarm?”, to which he replied, no, it was his … very sensitive alarm.

I was also greeted by his massive Pit Bull. What a beauty!! He is over 100 pounds, thick and strong. He sniffed my shoes, my pants, I could tell he smelled by dogs on me. His owner kept calling him back, and he slowly made his way home, but not before peeing on my mailbox post for what seemed like an entire minute.

Back inside, I thought of the dogs, mine and the neighbors, and how although two or more can work it out and actually live together in somewhat peace, two neighboring dogs will tear each other apart, warring for dominance.

Dog Man

Then I thought of the world … Are humans really no better than dogs? It seems so, the way countries try to out weaponize each other, doing everything they can to be a bigger threat. One country and one race over another, men over women, among many other examples … push back from those stepped upon, pushed down, abused, used … trying to survive.

I shake my head as this realization sinks in.

Living Without Strings

Published January 22, 2018 by tindertender

Argument has it … it never ends. It is a pity the way compromise of a sort can never be made. Back and forth they go … it is as though one has to convince the other of their point of view. I do not know why they can’t just say to each other, “I respect your views, and here are mine. Now let us move forth into progression of a kind.” But no, spinning, spinning, spinning … minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, year after year, it never ends. I am sorry for this … I do not think I’ve caused it, but then perhaps I do not know. Maybe the simplest of things has gotten skewed by my own contribution, however that continues to show up. It changes, frequently.

I close my eyes and am still for a moment …

It very well could be all of the tentacles of the past which has inundated my journey are twisting what started as something so beautiful into a mess. Releasing the binds that have formed knots in this life, in this heart and mind, is not an easy task. There are no teachers, only experience. It is a short life … will there be time sufficient to complete the smoothing of thought?

I feel as though I should apologize, yet I do not know exactly what I’ve done wrong. I can theorize, there are plenty who will offer their opinions on where I’ve erred. It seems this is the easiest thing for folks to do … yet I continue to look deep and hard into my heart. Who am I? There are many answers, so many possibilities, so many truths. A well rounded experiencer of light … of shadow … of joy … and of pain. It is all true, every reaction, every response to an outside event or occurrence, was me … in the moment. And I have changed immensely over time.

Time ~ the clock keeps ticking, going round and round. It will stop, indeed, it stops for many every moment, every day, and someday it will stop for me too. I am curious, where on the wheel of time I will be when I arrive in a timeless state. I wonder if all experiences will conglomerate into one big ball of energy, which would be the new me. Will my spirit be able to handle all of it? It is a good question, for the nervous system of the human body can only take small portions of this grand reality at once, before a fissure erupts in the psyche.

Some call it madness, some call it a gift. Few can lead one through it, even fewer survive it. So here we are, floundering in a vast sea of awareness that was not here before. Embracing the unknown is a difficult task for fear is a substantial staple in this land, perhaps in many lands.

Twisted shadows in twisted minds hide in plain sight. Seeing the whole from the inside is difficult, impossible even. The only way is to step out of the box, turn around, and truly see. Death may occur, it often does but once seen, life will never be the same. Explaining to someone, anyone, impossible, for we can only comprehend what we’ve experienced, no more, as much as we’d wish to.

So yes, this journey is a solo one. There really is no one who can travel this path the way you can, the way I can. We have come equipped for a certain amount of tension, the skill is in keeping just taut enough, so we do not go limp, or snap into pieces. Like balancing a pencil on its tip, gently moving it in any direction to maintain its uprightness, this is our life.

Live without strings. You’ll be glad you took time to develop fortitude.

Is It Really You?

Published January 21, 2018 by tindertender

What shall I say to you? You are near but you do not understand. The flow is quite complex! How can one possibly dwell in one place, yet live in another? A dilemma misunderstood by many.

Hand and sand

Some of us do not have a choice, it just is. Which brings a question, “Is there such a thing as freedom?”. Certainly systems can be shut down but is this the wisest thing to do?  Is true freedom having knowledge and experience which surpasses what is thought of as ‘normal’?

When people are faced with an unknown, fear can develop, and there may be a closing down … it can be painful to remain open. But you know this already.

On the other side of time is a soul lived in varying aspects  of itself, revolving through childhood, adult and elder phases? Are there highs and lows, a speeding up and a slowing down, a rising and a falling?

Like a wave,
As an orbit,
In and out of season.

Is there light combined with night or is it all the same, constant, never changing? I don’t really want to know, yet I do.

Is it really you, or is it not? Things change so frequently it is hard to know. Time will tell … as soon as it ends.

Radiation Effects

Published January 16, 2018 by tindertender

Something in the air, energies of a sort … microwaves mixed in with what is natural. Hair raises, flesh tingles, mind becomes slightly agitated and it can be an effort to remain calm.

5G ~ it is a DNA changer, it is a cell disrupter. Although they have not “rolled it out” yet, it is plain they have been ‘testing’ the technology for awhile.

What do you supposed will happen to the human body when the short and mega-fast microwaves hit? We see what happens to foods in the little box sitting on most kitchen counters. When there are towers blasting these waves every tenth house, when these towers are placed every few yards in the forest, do you think the cells of all life will be disrupted? They will be, indeed they already are, and yet the manufacturers and those who stand to make ‘money’ push hard for it anyway.

Can you envision the human body literally dissolving under this barrage?

Radiation effects

“Health Effects. The various types of radiation affect the human body in different ways. … As high frequency radio frequency radiation, i.e., microwave radiation, penetrates the body, the exposed molecules move about and collide with one another causing friction and, thus, heat.”

https://www.cwa-union.org/national-issues/health-and-safety/health-and-safety-fact-sheets/microwave-and-radio-frequency

https://www.cancer.org/cancer/cancer-causes/radiation-exposure/radiofrequency-radiation.html

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4440565/

https://www.naturalhealth365.com/5G-wireless-technology-1958.html

Warning for humanity: The FCC automatically approves the use of untested frequencies

The 5G network will use higher frequency bands than previously thought possible – which are untested frequencies of 24 to 100 GHz or more.

https://www.iitk.ac.in/ibc/RadiationUnits.pdf

https://www.ccohs.ca/oshanswers/phys_agents/ionizing.html

Are we slowly cooking humanity to death?

https://www.naturalhealth365.com/0972_microwave_radiation-html.html/

EMF’s seem to disturb the human body’s own energy field which can lead to fatigue, cancer, possibly even DNA changes.

Journey Back To Center

Published January 11, 2018 by tindertender

Mystical Clock

When my time comes
Will you still love me,
Or will you toss me aside
Like a worn out shoe?

Days and nights
Made of hours and minutes
Visited by seekers
Wanting answers I cannot give.

I clean, I wait.
I work, rest, and ponder what is.
Inside I know the way,
Consciously I do not remember.

I chuckle sometimes
At the clever weaving of knowledge.
It really could not be any better,
In and out of dreams.

Awake, I am curious,
Am I sleeping?
Asleep seems more like waking,
A journey escalated.

A journey escalated,
Questions chosen for time.
Time winds down once more,
Few seem to care.

Senses are embraced,
For soon they will not be.
Sooner than I dare say,
Reboot.

Bandaid Heart

Published December 28, 2017 by tindertender

You say I am beautiful. You say you like me. You talk of my strength and how you believe I can help you. Yet in all this time you have not shared with me what it is you need help with. How am I to assist you when I know not what you seek? How do I know I want to provide aide? Perhaps it is an illusion, anyway.

Basic RGB

So much darkness lives in so many hearts, it is difficult to maintain belief in love. In the core of me faith still dwells, I hold onto fragments left from childhood. Growing older, these fragments become more frayed. I grasp at straws now, they are brittle, they break, they turn to dust in my hands.

Life will be a lonely existence without opportunity to share. It seems the need to horde what little we gather is being taught and fostered in mind. There must be more, something bigger than currently imagined. Is it not seen due to of lack of preparedness? What must occur so that possibilities of peace and love stabilize?

Surely there is a reason for it all.

Nuance and Fine Lines

Published December 28, 2017 by tindertender

I met a friend, she and I traveled together. We were being followed by a group of males. Our vehicle, which was a small bus, stopped working. We found ourselves walking and did our best to duck in and out of places so as not to be seen. Danger lurked around every corner, behind every bush, it seemed most people were out to take what they wanted, to do what they pleased, regardless of how it affected anyone else.

I found myself in a cafe, alone, although there were other patrons. A man sat at the table in front of me, a military man. He was young, sipping his drink. I left the building for a moment, thinking it would be safe to leave by hand bag. Upon return, this man pointed out that I must have ‘dropped’ my bag before leaving, it was found on the floor, under the table, most of the money had been removed. I studied the face of this young man, and I told him that I hadn’t dropped it at all, and it was my belief he had removed the funds, and I wanted them returned. He agreed and returned them, stating I could not have proven it. I pointed to the server and mentioned the cameras in the facility and how it was possible to view the footage. The server smiled and nodded yes, it could have gone this way.

Meeting up with my traveling companion, we found a huge house and decided to walk into the entry which was open and led to a wide open space. There were doors which led into glass walled rooms, carpeted with light shag, cozy. Another female saw me and made it clear we were not permitted to be there, I left.

Am I also one who does what I choose, walking into places without permission, not considering anothers wishes? Or do I search for someone so that I might ask for permission, seeking refuge from a dangerous, outer world?

It is said that what we see, is simply a reflection of who we are. Although this may be true, (since we have ALL within us), many people put forth great effort to do the right thing, to steer clear of that which takes advantage of, or intrudes upon another.

We may consider doing something which we see, and know is not acceptable, it is our actions which tell the truth of who we are. While there are those who seem to do the right thing on the surface, it is what happens behind closed doors which tell the truth of who they are. Mimickers of good are not able to fake it all the time. Those who do good will confess to a wavering mind, humbled, perhaps even with a little shame, always the first to tell on themselves. This gives ample opportunity for the faker to beat them up and spew vile rumors, attempting to darken the purity of these ones, yet they only show the true color of their own heart.

It is in the nuances, very fine lines, easy to deceive those who are not listening and watching. “Observance” is a good habit to get into. Sit on a bench for awhile, and see. No need to speak, for there will be plenty of that going on already.

Nuance

 

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