Vision

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You Deserve Better

Published May 11, 2018 by tindertender

Fear is bred in the hearts and minds of people. Lack is fostered in countries world over. Humanity spends much time trying to escape their reality, to find something more pleasurable, sustainable … over there. We are led to believe we cannot change a bad situation, when the truth is, we are the only ones who can. Step out of the cloud.

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Photo by Luther Bottrill

You did not come into this life to play small. You are deserving of the same which the wealthy man has. Your goods and wages have been stolen your whole life, you’ve been taught this is the way it must be for the good of the country, for the good of the people.

The only thing that is good for the people is for you to recognize your value, to claim your birthright, to rest in your power and ability to facilitate change. You do not have to run, or hide, or shrink yourself. Indeed the world will only benefit by your expansion.

Dig in those heels of yours. Make adjustments right where you are. Claim your space. This is your life and you are not meant to bow to any man, you are meant to stand tall in your own right. Hard work, persistence, creativity and goals for strengthening the whole is key, climb out of the tiny box and see a bigger picture. The world will only benefit should we work together to rise, in cooperation with each other, as a unit.

Greed must be stopped and enough must be distributed. The community needs your aid, the earth needs your care. Not over there … but right where you are. The scattered forces must be stabilized, the scurrying about needs an end. The honorable which resides in you demands it, for without it, the world dies.

Visual, And Otherwise, Observations

Published April 17, 2018 by tindertender

The EyeTonight as I looked into the eyes of my companions I noticed “that thing” where i look into one eye for a moment and then the other, shifting back and forth between the two. I wondered if it was as obvious to them as it felt to me, and I wondered if they, too, experienced this same shift when looking into the eyes of someone.

I noticed also that I tended to break the visual connection, seemingly like a hug that has lasted too long. I plan on developing this connective skill, visually, in hugs, as well as in attention.

It seems to me that this separation has been fostered between people for a very long time, and knowingly, or unknowingly, all have been part of the nurturing of it. There are many factors which contribute to our divide, but there are also many attributes we share that can heal the rift.

Since I’ve decided to be part of the process which brings forth care and compassion in the world, I am determined to learn all that I can about the nuances of self that prohibit it, and then … as so eloquently put tonight … embrace all that it is.

I used to say, “You are the only one you’ll spend the rest of your life with, so learn to love who/what you are”, but now I see this a bit differently. Since we are all made up of the same stuff on the inside, even if it be in various stages of experience, WE are the ones we’ll spend the rest of our lives with. It is really important to work toward a greater understanding of what that truly means.

Affirming what we would like to see in the world, and what we would like to experience is a good practice. Where attention goes, energy flows. 

I Saw You Watching Me

Published March 5, 2018 by tindertender

sleep watcherI woke, and upon opening my eyes I briefly saw you sitting there, watching me. Your  brunette hair a quickly fading memory.

She had asked why I chose you, and I stated that you were different than you were before. You were willing to get personal, involved in others lives now, as though you genuinely cared for them and what they were going through. She seemed perplexed by it all and was surprised when I told her that I had known you before.

All in all, what seemed to be a closeness was only superficial … still. Even though I gave of myself and it appeared as though you accepted, the connection was not solid, more like a fragmented dream ~ of course, it was.

I wipe the cookie crumbs from the desk, last nights midnight snack. Relieved, I rest in knowing today is a week day, and I get to go to work. Tasks await to take my mind off all of this.

Lifes Lil PleasuresI ponder the day when retirement comes and wonder what I will fill my days with. I must develop hobbies, and so I practice in my spare time to get good at some things, ie: soil tending for proper growth of herbs, making of medicines and balms, lotions and salves, deodorants and tooth pastes. What else? Perhaps painting, and writing, drawing and tiling. Tiling … now that could be fun, creating mosaics of beauty wherever I can.

For now though, I’ll settle for a shower, a taking out of the trash, a packing of lunch, and a job to do. Today is payday. I will be able to pay these bills for one more month, buy medicines which I have not yet learned to replace, and food for the pups along with their toys of course … little surprises that bring such happiness as I watch them run back and forth squeaking their joy into the house.

Briefly I allow my mind to touch on the memory of the watcher, the one who sees me while I sleep. Who is he?

Nuclear Fusion, Image In Mind

Published February 10, 2018 by tindertender

I parked the car, pulled the e-brake and got out, locking the doors. I strolled across the street and entered through the gate. The grass was wet, and the air was cold, the sun was just peaking through the clouds.

As I walked along I saw what appeared to be school papers strewn across the grass, I bent to pick them up and I threw them in the trash can.

I stopped at the end of the path in the open space, where the sun was shining, it was warm. I closed my eyes and turned up my senses.

The birds were speaking, at least three different types, one to the right, one to the left and one just ahead of me. The air was chilly and it stung my lungs as I breathed it in. I stood there, basking in the moment, and behind my eyelids came a vision.

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This is the image I saw, or something quite similar. It took time to find the right shape for this blog … the image I saw had lighting which was more violet. I assumed it was a sacred geometric pattern, however I find that this symbol represent Cold Fusion.

Here is another image which is Nuclear Fusion.

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Interestingly enough, The Sun is a main-sequence star, and thus generates its energy by nuclear fusion of hydrogen nuclei into helium. In its core, the Sun fuses 620 million metric tons of hydrogen each second.

The SunIsn’t it intriguing that I would be standing in the sun with eyes closed, listening to the life around me, feeling the coolness of it, and the warmth at the same time, while this symbol enters my inner sight?

Fascinating indeed …

Lucid Messages & Vision

Published January 4, 2018 by tindertender

“Upon opening eyes at birth, a story is told of how things are. It is an illusion only. Change the dream.”

Golden Mirror“Bob and weave, bob and weave. Let someone else put in some big hits. Practice, watch. Then when they come for your weak spots, let them really have it. Strategize … no matter the battle.”

There is a golden wall before us. That golden wall is a mirror of sorts, but rather than showing us our own reflection, it shows the one who sees us. He stands there dressed in a robe, the hood is upon his head, and he is watching.

Fractal

Published November 28, 2017 by tindertender

Deer in blankets of snow, appearing cold, however warmth emanates from the scene. Fragments of pink and gray and brown lay heaped upon each other.

Level ground, or level anything, isn’t possible now. Only a swift learning of skill to jump from one height to another.

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Colored pencils sharpened and ready, sand near by to catch what falls. Bricks stacked one on the other, red, like an old barn, holding heat, holding memories.

Dry hands reach for sweet grasses pulling fluff from their tops. Years go by without thought, now, concern. Tensions from a high strung four legged one causes fights. Naughty … not nice.

Beckoning open door, slider on tracks full of leaves, bugs, spiders and dead bees. Damp ground, union with night, meshing with wings of the flying ones of shadow.

Tiles and boards, patterns and forms. Red lights in varying sizes. Ears peeled for the slightest sound, something lurking there.

Wind blows.
All fades away.
Sleep now.

Liberation

Published November 17, 2017 by tindertender

Paul Stanley, KISSSitting at my work station I see a face with a black star covering their right eye in my mind. The person looked familiar, I knew he was from a rock band from my youth.

Following this vision came the word “Liberation”.

Here I sit in my lounge chair at home, now on my time and I begin my search. I find Paul Stanley, a member of the band named KISS. This is exactly the face I had vision of.

Stanley Bert Eisen, known professionally by his stage name Paul Stanley, is an American musician, singer, songwriter and painter best known for being the rhythm guitarist and singer of the rock band Kiss

Why this man came into mind after more that 4 decades is a mystery to me. I am fascinated and curious as I listen to some of the old songs.

I wish you well Paul Stanley, thank you for your dedication to music over the years.

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