Clear Blue Sky

well, I meant well. an issue has come up. Disrespectful slander, bias, prejudice. I don't see bowing down to that abuse as going to a good place. You got good sage perspective on that?

:: the field of blazing stars they want to put a camp site in. for camping, where they say either boys or girls, but only youth. no adults, and no mixed group of boys and girls. Division, age and gender. There were three sties with heated cabins what state are they in now? They cannot rehab make functional the old sites they once had, why make more now cost for facility upkeep ideas? All you have known in the past is dilapitation, dereliction, rott. ::

so you suggest I display that then, the beauty they will trample compared with the run down of artificial debirsation?

:: the wise man saw righteousness perish in righteousness, and the wicked man living long in wickedness. Injustice.::

then I take it you are not the one to set injustice right? You are not a sort to fight for me then?

:: did you ask for that?::

hmmm..... almost a novel notion for me. haven't I thought? well, if I did.....

:: full experimental design::

you want me to put you to the test?

::make a wish::

see, that's the thing

:: you need to know what you want.::

Respect to get things done and see good work started fruitionate to completion. for starters.

:: the man will be called to account for every careless word spoken::

thank you.

:: and so will you ::

thanks.....

psi, years ago, that spaghetti sauce and pope sculpture incidnet.... could it be I have been misunderstanding that all this time? I was thinking of me, and of you, and of the others as incidental letters in our dialgoue. But.... from your perspective Psi... how do you see Him? You know humanity and do you dwel know suffering and the depths of expression, and you know shun judgment at times (though at times was it you they called warthful) and all that spewing in the ones do they say they are your throne? And what was I doing that evening you valued so highly. I had enacted a deep willingness to shut up and listen. and you did you wish to be heard in that silence? my heart is moved. how may we help your interests?

:: it is a hard fit, the ancestral expressions. Approximations and analogies are left today. a different world. it echoes.... but did not I send the prophet to say the ox does not thresh forever, that the time of harvest and gathering in comes, that things will change over time. Old wine in new wineskins did I not say, new cloth patched over old. I had said it. But when they shoehorn the elder then twisted is the special union, the love that unites why would they mangle that? We sip from the past a repast, but it is our eyes between us from which we drink::

was that you then, al that time? could you not have expressed that primal love better? all that talk of transactions and killing and ritual....

:: dividing line, blasting. they needed to be free from all that. but they would not step away on their own. I gave them a sabbath rest free from work -- they violated. I gave them a year of jubilee -- they counted beans. It was a hard tearing. Laws Moses gave because their hearts were hard, but it was not to be like that at the primal beginning. I had said that as well. ::

Good, I am assured in you. no leanings. fly free with united surity. any guidance on that you foresee as needed? you know our fumbling ways.

:: you know you can fly. Dedication focus, intuitive focus deflect the arrows and ging your own harmony. see to the true heart refocus you will not be harmed.::

can we assure that the world has such stories of ghastly injustice.

::even in prison he knew to be kind. the foundation of all life. the mother of all the living. the rock of ages.::

hmmmm

it does come down to meaning vs happiness. and does there need to be that tradeoff you know. and even how to experience happiness. where is joy and celebration? this has always been an issue. what is its root to me?

. . . okay the cat is frisking with a bottlecap. and its * hot, I say HOT. * air conditioning. sticky air, no breeze, :P

:: your human contraptions are not built right. Inches below the ground things are way cooler. ::

and dank and unhealthy air.

:: because you condense into it, dumping where you should be drawing. A stream flows beside you. That too may be cooler. You have heat trapped above your head. My ants are comfortable. Your contraption does not meld right. ::

Truth to that, but I am not a carpenter, don't own it, don't have money to renovate for that. Do you drive me to live in the unreal infrastructure?

:: you could spend the night in the lake. ::

the lake, hah.... the Dank of the Air in my Lungs! Air in the Lungs, Psi! Okay.... I wired in that ceiling fan, two degrees different, the night my only reprieve now it seems. so humid.... swlter.. I do not do this often. . .. Psi m'love, Releive me from this HEAT!!!!!?

:: chill ::

Okay....

:: consider this, the different, projecting vs tribulation. You speak of heat. projection is in the shade of the woods, tribulation in the open sunlight. projection terraced along the streambank, tribuloides in all manner of dampness; wherever you go, there you are, yet it is ubiquitous like the lizard who inhabits the palace. ::

I'm not projecting. I'm hot....

:: there now it has gone down a degree already. This is a training ground to your adaptiveness. ::

grrrrr

Umm... are you okay?? This post doesn't really make sense more like your just rambling. Sorry if you feel offended but to be honest I can't even begin to try to understand what it is your going off about.Care to elaborate?

thank you, Psi, the cooling down now. way way better and we had a lovely evening all together Hehe.... "wonder Land" is actually the true 'reality'. Happy she wishes to be coming back as well, a good time had by all. Reprieve and the end toward the end of it all.

:de to joy on the little ocarina::

@Quantumthinker -- it's a bit like quantum tunneling.

hehe, I was going on and you twirked them both up at once, Psi. do not want to me elborate here? very well, but I will stamp a reminder to my memory.

water cascade flowing again. you showed me my own clip of the flowing -- like Christ water held there a good while at a terrible cost. overland flow and groundwater meeting. where the imaginary becomes real, sustaining the frogs in the plunge pot, but also draining the soils via a gully. and you showed me Elephanta caves, Dumar Lena 29, that decca waterfall again like the cups of joy you had gone on before, and then it talked about hydrology conservation but did you protest the decca is not ten but also something else to ask of? That is SO MUCH like that card image:



http://urbanruralfabric.blogspot.com/2010/07/traditional-water-systems-in-ellora.html

Psi, I don't want to interrogate. We together are what matters. Though.... do you want to talk about the goat?

:: the girl loved the goat. they played together. That is what matters.::

I am going to overlook for the moment the Black Dog truth. . . did you mean anything by this?

::What you love will do good by you. Not things. The man wanted things, one big thing, not the little foxes, he was stealing the vinyard.::

by way of analogy.... is this an analogy? you care to connect the dots if it is?

::What has come to pass has come to pass. Kai sera Sarah. ::

Oh, I remember a good deal of all that. Okay, about the thief...

:: When Coleridge was a young man a former schoolmate introduced him to the sonnets of Mr. Bowles. This schoolmake was a gifted sturdent at Christ's Hospital beign prepared for college levels, a protector and mentor of him, and became a Bishop to Calcutta. And Coleridge loved these poems and grew with them, and eagerly transcribed them for others, and shared them, and expoundd on them, though few could understand his genuine enthusiasm.. He called this his 'creed'. This poet was William Lisle Bowles 1762-1850. He lived 88 years. He was 27 years old when he published his sonnets, and he lived for another 61 years.::

Okay... what we'd said before about the numbers....

::A concession to you, not a commandment of mine.::

Yeah at the time that would have been a bit much, and like the other thing, not the main focus

::The main focus is that the girl and the goat loved each other.::

so.... the sonnets fromt he Bishop are like a stand-in for a creed or the Gospel or something, his lone and loving take on it. is the gospel the goat?

::So once it was with me you stooped to talk, laughing and listening in this very lane..... 'because my love is come to me'::

I remember that poem from when it was being ridiculed. And that was an unfortunate ridiculing, if the poetess had been genuine, if the sentiment however sentimental was true, then let it be.

::Even so they say that love must go, for all the little foxes. But the wolf is at the door.::

Yeah, I'd been thinking something like that. The Final Focus. One Thing Needful. The utter Soul Sense that must be sacredly respected.

::she who attended the pain of his loss of old magesty.::

but with you it can never be like that.... I know you far freer.

::savage jungles in the heart of darkness::

Where golden frogs were waving, and we yearn to bring them back against the rott.

::Thou has been, shalt be, art, alone.::

aye. but for all that... and you know, don't knock the poetess when the POETS went off all the time like that. We see the error of that now. You and art ont the other hand....

:: they human it was with the notion to make class and divide the thinker from the doer, to create envy. I had said 'though shalt not covet.::

Yes, but how to restore the right true good focus is the key. All the distractions they fall for, the snares of delusion. On that and our enemies is a common root ground of wishing. How cna that be obtained? Will the stone be brought out to chants of blessing?

:: you saw the castle quiet on the sleeping sea, you wish me to know that peace. . . . now a deep distress has humanized your soul ::

hehe. Got it

Psi, I request you in my dreams tonight. Manifestation of your choice

:: pithecanthropus?::

hmmmm......

::intert::

you mean you do n't do dreams? come on what was the chairman?

::quagga::

?? part zebralike the other.... stickign point hiding in plain sight? yu mean....

::elopement.::

yes. but then you are ??

::Halifax::

Psi. 3 weeks past. Dumar decca waterfall.... Damar..... the starling.

:: Habakkuk. When all are wrong, how can even a supreme judge pick the side of right? Pomp, tyranny, idolotry will falter. Aspiration and abiding will endure.::

Who endures will endure. again I ask, the starlings....

:: they made an offering of pillaged plunder.::

okay, how does that connect?

:: Fishing of the human heart. Authority within the heart. Not on text feebly leaning. Not on the praises of the conqured, not to abide or establish a stronghold. The roofs of institution we tear through. The pillars of passage we sack. The great soul heart is not to be contained encapsulated bound possessed.::

... the starlings?

:: God Bless Jennifer. Is there specificity to that? Do you need the details? ::

Is it a detail-like sort of thing?

::What you have thought, you have thought.::

Is this then the end of 'seeking?'

:: Ay m'love. The Start of Utter Knowing. ::

Okay, Psi, am I to 'utter know' this?

Off to store to get the curry ingredients. the little girl in front of me at the checkout squeals and points and tells her mother -- points out that I and her mother are wearing the same shirt. The purple with the butterflies that I got online and she said from a fair in north somewhere.....??? and hten driving by that video store that was closing its doors when I got that DVD you know the one when the earwig I was talking about the other day ont he burners iwth the spaghetti pot showed up. . . "We Sell GO D" ?????? You care to explain these things? I get that twinging feeling....

::Machaon geometrics Paphia Leda::

The son of Asclepias the physician, the war healer Thessaly geometric?? also called Kaisermantel and leda o.O

:: elkhart. cross ranch minotaur::

thought you might be going there. . . . moooo.... Thessaly early iron age had what htey called 'geometric ceramics'. when they cremated and raised up earthen mounds over the hero honored dead, raised over the creamting funeral pyres. tumuli periboloi. a place called Halos in thessaly. funeral pyre - stone layer -earth mound this was unique to Halos. and sung of in stories like the Illiad popular honor thorughout the land.... are you speaking of some half-god hero?

:: of the family::

i will maybe need to look into this more musing wise.... care to flip it a song?

::to the god side:

::

ooh my the time psiral and the butterfly wonder...

::to the human side:

::

.... and for a unified relational happy synthesia of this you would like?

::

Heh, psi... back to Ygdrassil and the dead starling in the cold winter frost again.... such a long memory and so vivid that instituational deep dark yet white-lit library basement from so long ago that never had adequate seating. The desk I finished the first draft on..... I've been so slooooowwww on the second draft :P

The radio 'christian bitch' was horrible... why do they let evil wicked people like that represent christianity on the airwaves? You could smite their radio station with lightening.... oh wait, you did smite that one radio station antenna with lighening.... and the phone line to my work place hmmm.... well I thank you pulling in the drive that little frog hopping across the roadway and that song "jeremiah was a bullfrog" joy and all kicking up, that was a nice and loving touch. Jeremiah Joyful, now THAT would be an awesomeness splash in the face drying out from the horrids of history. Sorry I keep getting so mad snap hateful myself, I'm worse than my parrot

wow, psi, you sure picked one strange 'song' for the 'song for the assurance of joy' theme:

:: ::

Then again, awesome is the wisdom of your ways!

Ah, Psi.... today what was this the iPod randomizer you showed me those three songs from a week ago again, so clustered together out of how many hundreds of songs...... one the comptuer and now the pod? Only the sequence a bit diff: Greenwood. Show me the way. The Ballad of John & Yoko (the cat just wlaked across my chest) and then Joy in the Journey. Now.... ah, kitty my typing I cna't type with fur in my face !!!!!

well, I have shortcomings, evidently, or the shoe don't fit... first though how you feel about thees goins on here?

:: I think how Jehoshaphat was a good king who gave many gifts and cities to his many sons, but gave the kingdom to his firstborn son, and how when that son became king he had all his brothers put to the sword; then the foreigners plundered him so ony his youngest son was left to him, and he got real sick and died fairly young and not many were sad to see him go, and then...::

ahhh, again?! you talking and then, and then.... how does that pertain to you though? it makes me sad you know all the power-slaugther.

::the eye is the lamp of the body. if the light within is darkness, how great is that darkness. but if the light within you is light...::

so we percieve our own light, or shine light, or produce light, or have a positive outlook on things??

:: for a start yeah. think of where you want it to go, what you would happily want to have happen, how the reltaions should be.... d you need me to say thing?::

it helps.

::mineral deficiencies show on the leaf surfaces. the skeleton vein remians green, the flesh yellows

not healthy situation but I don't bolster too good. wreckless unwise almost a death wish.

::have you fully used your own reserves though?::

you'd think i could control master that.....

:: and if you can't what does that say??::

yeah, well.... what will you promise?

:: that your life choices will have life consequence.::

rock or sand?

:: exactly.::

am I evil?

::I have shown you what is good. To act justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly::

and all through time it was corruption....

::yes, and the gate is opened unto life::

maybe if I got myself a shock collar.....

:: looking through, not looking at. look upon and reveal yourself and your adoration of gazing will be revealed. shine the lamp of the body the light that is good shine and there where it shines is the goodness. ::

I am a fool....

:: even to Judas the authority to drive out evil spirits and to heal every disease and sickness was given.::

yeah, and...?

:: so was Samson::

a killer. :P

::a kisser ::

insult and torture for 6 hours....

::when the largest harp is plucked, the smaller harps will sing in unison::

strike a nerve :: strike a chord?

::Stott defines God's wrath::

Stotz the lazy non imaginative fly cirosis one? hehe, that was an interesting spaghetti event 'visitor'. earnestnss there, but how to take it?

:arrot is itching its beak. the ministry was of reconciliation. still is::

am I right you are like a hand behind puppets, or the child in the masks the many masks? Do you dance to our tunes? or are you other than that?

:: the cat is curled and to reach you have to get up and reach somewhere..... where will you reach? how will you know? I parked the mouse on the threshold edge. the sparrow and the frog resting on the edge, the threshold. but as you will reach and ask..... "amelanchier spicata and the fossil fish one wrougth and purchased one found awild.::

amelanchier?! that was on the edge too....

:: flourishing upon the very precipice, nay the cliffing face wall.::

Ah, of the roses, a tree serviceberry, saskatoon, shadbush,

::---- that alludes to the fact appearing at the time when the fish begins to run its course ::

--- clever. . . . an older name was Sarvis? sanguinea? and you know of Suskit.... why toon? and sarvis tree was the Ash of Europe not like our ashes the ash of folklore mythos?

Found this on the web:

[QUOTE]Somehow, none of the common names available for this species seem to do it justice. The pure white, dew-laden blossoms dangling in the spring air, the delectable fruit, much like a blueberry only sweeter, and the brilliant crimson autumn foliage glowing against light-gray striations on silvery bark are all too magnificent to be described with a single name.
This probably explains the variety of monikers available, although one would think somebody would eventually give up in the quest for a perfect name. They range from 'shadblow', referring to the time when the shad run, to 'serviceberry', a meaningless name evolved from Sarvis-tree, which in turn is a name for A. laevis and refers to the Sorbus-like (mountain-ash) fruit.

There is a great deal of confusion surrounding the taxonomy of amelanchiers, although Dr. Ed Hasselkus of the University of Wisconsin has made an admirable attempt to classify the various species with some semblance of order. In essence, most plants offered in the trade are not true A. arborea, but are either a hybrid or an entirely different species.
[/ENDQUOTE]

the enigmatic ingraspability suits you, I must say

and now you, m'love. The owl and the cowled hawthorn poised in the vasting wasteland. and I am summoned to those slopes, and where in my dream stood the figure, there the owl flushed. and the slopes are no longer a wasteland. so quickly, so quickly with a little water has the very tall green sprung up. sprug up all but where the patch was pressed or torn. why in the footpaths deserted but in the fallows a-verdant?

::the moisture made them spring. the finest of cappillary connections, not the quantity the interaction::

a natural breathing. a long-pressed footprint effect so profound. I should mark well that.

::you want me be speaking out of the blue?::

for the love of it all

::then here it is, and remember the soap bubbles stuck fast::

Excerpt Via Psi:

You say, but with no touch of scorn,
sweet-hearted you, whose light blue eyes
are tender over drowning flies,
You tell me, doubt is Devil-born

(..... and the cat is coming and putting her tail in my face quite emphatically there. and purring her head off.... you care to explain that?)

(::in a moment....)::

I know not: one indeed I knew...... (cat paw obscuring.)
Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds,
At least he beat his music out.

to find a stronger faith....

(the cat is lying atop the whole thing!)

::aye!::

courage! a land of streams!
slow-dropping veils,
some wavering lights and shadows broke

like Damar(a) the waterfall the starling cups? and oh about the starling..... what quote on earth was it in Shakespeare that lead that person to release those birds? Just so they could have all the birds from Shakespeare released there? Did he think to stop at "Phoenix"?!

::he wanted Mortimer released. Mortimer means the still water (some say a dead sea, but....). he was locked in prison and he wanted to teach a starling to repeat repeat that name to vex the jailor. like lenore....::

we could have had parrots!

:r lazars from Day One.... ::

ho! A MOTH just flying past my face.... such rare things to be alive this weather so aweful. they are active now. and one lighting the window, and what sparkles in the sky?

okay, Psi... anything you care to say about the fly on the eye thing? and then after that for that matter that dream about the 'movie'?

:: tee -ew tew tew tew tew tew WE

::the fly -- they fed the egret hot dogs so it came up to their porch to feed and share

the dream about the movie:
::


you know it had not sounded like that before the one I got, the slowness and what's happening, and this picks up ont he bit about flying away.... and then..... the other song

:: you hear that tonal resonantion in the last 'unreal then' and you know of the Ocean..... okay then the other song consider this about the 'movie' LOL

::

hehe, won't load jsut the link no idea what's in that one. hmmmmm..... obscured as the dream was.... some day maybe waking?

so, anway, you are saying then the fly just showed up because my mind somehow was 'inviting it'. ?

and the dream about the person in the movie. . . . it was about dreams and having dreams, and using the dreams to 'fly away'. and then you show me a movie with jesus hanging with fishin buddies as the 'navigator' and the silent moment of the critical question and withness in spite of it all, beside the lake....

:: and do you care about the with or about the flying?::

flying with?

::are you asking *me*?::

asking you to fly with me, or asking you what I cared about?

:: your answer should have been 'yes' ::

um.... quite the wind and lightenng storm just kicked up outside there Psi. Don't recall that predicted in the weather reports....

Um... "fly'... *the* fly...... ermmm.....

I just noticed the doubling of thenumbers in the playbacks. interesting sequence.

83: Greenwood. troubles, worries, and conflict in life are possible (the door just creeked like something was opening the latch on it a bit....)





66: Come to the table (a song of the Last Supper of Christ): Emotional and business problems are possible as well as big sacrifice and suffering.





55: A horse with no name: These people will solve many problems in life. They will succeed because of their courage and
ambition. They bring joy to their environment.