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The Non-Conformist

Published November 29, 2017 by tindertender

Breaking OutShifting color turns to amber, dense form. Ebony looks like licorice, I dare not bite … open end, raw connection. Tickle at end of nose, as if there were a hair there … but no … scent gone now.

Delicate movements, no spill, replenished supply. Formula for pleasure, lasts for a time, out of sight out of mind.

Where did the heat come from? I did not sense it at first. Black spots on white, stubborn, settled in, comfortable right where they are.

Who wears a red bow tie at night? Perky and stiff all at once. Images so dark, it is a challenge to lighten them, to brighten them, what will they become?

coherenceSlowly with downward motion, equally slow to rise … moving to and fro, settling once again. This makes no sense! What ever does? A strange convincing is what we give ourselves, master story tellers, awesome reality creators. Think ~ great surprises await.

Misfit phrases make beautiful lyrics for song. How many life experiences can one tune hold? How many memories, or current realizations?

Practice … practice releasing anything coherent, break open that cage of conformity, let it go. Standards and norms are not to be sought after. No cookies for the cookie cutter, the mold has been broken.

Oscar WildeHa, ha, ha, a chuckle rises from depths, laughing, silly nonsense. Imaginings of thoughts potential, mayhem?

Current bounces high coming to a point as it peaks and falls once again, rapidly. A slight, ever so faint smokiness develops … unseen, barely noticed.

Two circles, lopsided beauty they hold. Delicate remnants of the past, collected there and held as treasure.

Mired, or Mirrored … who knows. The mystery really isn’t a puzzle at all. Categories fall, they fail. New beginnings forming some day, a new end.

Purposeful opening to scattered remains of what began as a question never fully answered.

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.

Outer Calm, Inner Turmoil

Published October 20, 2017 by tindertender

As I sit, serene look upon my face, the inner talk and questions never cease, although you would not know it. I imagine it is the same with others. When I look at someone, curiosity arises, and I wonder if they have the inner conversations with self (or with whomever may be listening) like I do, and I wonder if they are curious if I do as well.

It enters my mind that someone out there hears, knows … my heart and inner intent very clear. I cannot seem to get the story of Mithras out of my mind.

Mithras

MIthrasMithra, friend, originating in India, was a god of light who was translated into the attendant god of Ahura Mazdah in the light religion of Persia, from there he was adopted by the Romans as their deity Mithras. Generally, he is not regarded as a sky god, but rather a personification of the fertilization power of warm, light air. According to the Avesta, he possesses 10,000 eyes and ears and rides in a chariot drawn by white horses.

In the dualistic Zoroastrianism, which effectively demoted him, Mithra, who represented truth, was concerned with the constant battle between light and dark forces. He was responsible for the keeping of oaths and contracts. He was born from a rock, according to legend, and engaged in a primeval struggle with Ahura Mazdah’s first creation, a wild bull, which he subdued and confined in a cave. The bull escaped, but was recaptured by Mithra, who slit its throat. The flowing of that blood gave plant life on earth. Ahriman, the power of darkness, is his chief adversary.

Mithra, though not generally worshiped alone, was an integral part of the Mithraic worship of Ahura Mazdah, where he acts as an intercessor between gods and men. In the Hellenic period he assumes more of the role of a sun god.

Hears All, Sees All, Knows All

Often we may believe that we are alone in this world, left to defend ourselves from all of the chaos that surrounds us. While it may appear to be true, I urge you to think on all of the ‘close calls’ you’ve had in life. Do you honestly believe they were only that, or do you believe you were actually helped through the experience? My thought is that many of you know you were assisted by that which you do not see.

The One with all authority needs no name, for this One is for all. Mankind has had so many ‘stories’ fed to it that it is difficult to shed these layers and see the actual truth, which is so simple, it is hard to grasp. Humanity has a habit of complicating everything it touches.

Connotation ~ Verbal Manipulation

Published October 6, 2017 by tindertender

Connotation ~ What does it mean to you?

Word Power

I am pretty darn tired of manipulation. The play on words has been going on for generations, those who wish to pull peoples strings are very good at it by now.

It really is too bad. Both in the sense that it is ‘too’ bad, and also that it is sad, very sad indeed. It is a shame that skilled folks choose to utilize their talents to cause harm in the psyche of other people. This choice makes them too bad.

This isn’t my own opinion, however it is one that I agree with wholeheartedly. Having been on the receiving end of those who practice these ‘talents’ I know what it does, I know the hearts of those who do it.

Unfortunately, there are those who have chosen to manipulate in order to feel powerful. A twisted sense of what power means is surely skewed in their minds, and I do not believe they have the ability to see clearly, so immersed in the work of pulling strings in order to gain … whatever it is they think they need.

I find that I am sorry for them, yet I also know they do not deserve this from me. That is wasted energy on those who haven’t the desire to make a change in their actions which would cause less harm in the world.

While I retract this compassion from them, I focus on building my own reserves, for there is much work to be done … the world needs an ample healing, and it begins in each heart that is aware, and desires to be part of it.

Prophetic words from Prince

Published June 16, 2017 by tindertender

This is quite interesting. As so many people focus on manifesting what they deem to be for their highest and greatest good, I refuse to. For I know that what is for my, and all those my life touches, highest and greatest good, already is.

Negative words hurt

Published May 22, 2017 by tindertender

I wake this morning with the words of those who supposedly love me rolling around in my mind.

No body likes you.
You have nothing nice to say.
No one will ever want to live with you.
You have no friends.
The same bitch keeps coming home.

I’m curious if any of these people know what they have planted in my mind, if they even care that these are the words and actions that are attempting to create a personal belief system.

I must distance myself from these types of communications. Honestly, when we speak to each other do we consider the seeds we plant in the mind? These words spin in thoughts even after they are said, they live there in the mind far after.

Words hurtOften when we hear things such as this the reaction is one of defense. We may even follow it up with something equally, or even more so, brutal. We may find that we get involved in the word play that tears at a persons heart and self esteem.

These types of words, these communications which roll around in the mind long after they are said, are the type of things that grow self loathing and self doubt. These words are much of the cause of self harm. I hope that those who speak them are not aware of what they do, for if they are and they do it purposefully, then they are consciously working to promote suicide and pain in others, and that dear people, is simply not a good thing.

This pattern must be broken.
Humans have lived with this sickness for a very long time.
Until we recognize it, we will not be able to repair it.
Reversing the damage is an “all people” involved necessity.
If there is nothing nice to say, then at least we can stop saying anything.
The cycle needs to stop.

I do hope that it can be done.

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