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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.

What Do I Know?

Published December 10, 2017 by tindertender

conspiracy-theorist-cia-label
Perhaps the sky really is blue,
Behind the white haze of man made clouds.
Perhaps the sprays really are for the benefit of sustaining life.
Maybe I am actually a conspiracy theorist when I see lands burning,
Waters on fire, and the diminishing growth patterns of organic foods.
For all one knows, the ‘rulers’ of this land really do work for ‘us’, and care.
It may be that those who cause suffering on the helpless animals
Only do so because they love humanity so much.
I could be in error when I say that this is all planned
By a sinister people, behind closed doors.
Centuries have gone by in which the tools have been
Re-created, and grand destruction implemented on an unsuspecting world.
Time is a great way to hide evil deeds from newer generations,
One after the next.
Time allows a great forgetting, and a fabrication of story
Which are lies, dressed up to make believe all is well.
Who are these who dwell in the cycle of destruction?
It appears it is all of us, only some know it, others do not.
Some day maybe those who have, for life-time, after life-time, destroyed
And manipulated the masses … some day they will fall.
The cycle, the circle which goes round and round will be broken.
It may be that the true power of the people who live with kindness in heart
Will override the greed for money and power.
Perhaps that day is near.
Underground caves which men who have stolen livelihoods
From working people to build, these must be destroyed.
Rats must have their havens taken,
So they have no where to hide from the destruction they create.
Hiding places for snakes must collapse,
The cycle must end.
Perhaps I am seeing correctly that this will come to pass.
Maybe I am not a conspiracy theorist at all.
Question everything.

Shadows In The Night

Published December 8, 2017 by tindertender

shadow-people
He walked in front of me. He was yelling to no one in particular about how mad he was, reaching in his jacket and half pulling out a billy club, and returning it, yet not taking hand off the weapon. As I walked past him he shouted some pretty nasty stuff about me … I pretended not to hear. He is trouble waiting to happen this night.

I warned the lady at the hair salon to keep her wits about her, to pay attention to her surroundings. She had to walk home, and that crazy talking man had been going the direction she needed to go. The one remaining was nervous as she was now alone, or would be once I left. There is something wrong with a company that works a schedule in which a young woman is left to run the shop alone after dark, especially here, especially now.

~ Lock the doors while in the car.
~ Keep your home locked and the windows too.
~ Be aware of what is going on around you.
~ Listen to your instincts.
~ Trust yourself.

Times are changing and there are a number of people in this world who do not have access to medications, counseling, family or friends. With the line thinning between light and shadow, much will be occurring right out in the open.

Be safe, all.

It Is All Worth It

Published December 4, 2017 by tindertender

Two doors opening to star filled skies. You say you’ve never felt like this before. Surely you have, although you may not remember, for you all are like me, and I am like you. Deeply, what affects one affects all.

Unconscious consciousGracious gifts we give to each other through our experiences. Knowingly or not, every event that has impact on your life will affect every life around you. People do not even have to be in the same room, the same city, or state, or even county. It is all interconnected, WE are all interconnected.

I see you laughing, I feel your joy, I sense your heartache, your pain. I witness the battle as it is waged and I see you standing, so brave, so strong. I want to be like you, I envision a world where everyone is … fighting for peace and freedom in a new fashion, yet an old one too, reborn into a world of chaos.

I am glad you are here to teach us the ways of peace. I am thrilled to find that these threads belong to me, are present within my being. Even though we are apart, we are near, heart to heart.

Thank you for showing me how it is done. Thank you for teaching me patience. Thank you for steadfastly showing me that perseverance for a cause benefiting all, increases, blossoming and healing.

I am blessed to witness you as you breathe. I am joined to you, our roots entangled through time. As time speeds up, and then slows once more, we arrive at seasons, where we can relax, and know it was all worth it.

 

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.

Spans Of Mind

Published November 30, 2017 by tindertender

Expansion

Sharp edges span lengths
In my mind,
Lashes slapped on cardboard.
Oddly enough, eyes without sight .

Lines that cross do not touch,
Fade in, Fade out.
Grated spaces blow air,
Powered by a mysterious source.

Whistle in a plastic cup,
Gel of mind solidifies in thought.
Red waves in an invisible sky,
Miracles are made.

Snowflake, water, drink in hand,
Igloos, blue hole on top of sand.
Counting as time passes, the hidden is found,
Swimming in dry fragments of life, brittle.

Defining moments released
Make room for old habits, spared.
Expected behaviors, complied with by most,
Leave nothing but a hollow field.

Images, one next to the other
Seem real, yet fade.
How can it be, where did they go,
Are they in the mind of another?

Instruction given by one who leads,
Are they able to follow this path?
Figure 8’s appear as a string of DNA in light,
Reminding of what’s inside.

Little dark nicks marking distance,
A category adhered to.
Coyotes run by as I hold back the guard,
With joints that spread out to useful ends.

There is one holding staff,
Eyes bugging from skull,
Armored, protected,
Seen.

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