The Magic Pratchett Weaves
Driven my mind into a ravine, sought escape by
transforming mental state from despondent to
a receiver of the magic Pratchett weaves by
mixing enchanting quantum into everything
‘All things that might have been, have to be, in
thousands of universes twisting together like
plaited ropes’, somewhere among this, our
minds exist as a shadow play of light
I felt myself changing into a different being while
reading, looking forward to living, breathing and
thinking, conversing about sad news items like
the tentacular financial crisis – because of a
Discworld where Mustrum Ridcully, Master Mage
and Esme Weatherwax, Witch, remember their
feet hardly touched the ground doing trans-
migration spells in their youth
A beautiful time which will forever exist in another
universe, one of many – where my spirit is also
spinning in tandem with all these inspiring
ideas…
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Literature and Quantum Physics
Mind spoke:
I have been the Driver of all history
for animal and man,
I've fueled Progress,
built cities,
discovered science
literature, poetry
all of this due to me:
Mind.
Imagination Spoke:
You Mind
are not of consequence
without me
Imagination.
Whatever spark might have
fired your brain
came from my fashioning
events in you Mind
to creativity,
to art
for you are merely physical seat
the vehicle,
But I Imagination
am the driver.
Body Spoke:
The two of you have no independent existence,
no living space
without me Body.
I am that temple
which houses you.
I am the physical portal
which interacts with the
world.
Whatever you can see or think Mind
or you Imagination, can imagine
is filtered thorough me Body
and flesh though I am
few doubt my ultimate power.
For surely as you both have your place
but both of you are mental most
and cannot walk or run,
build or make love;
toast friends or loved ones.
I Body
am sensation
and the Ultimate.
Heart Spoke:
For you three
there is a clear driver
in all this.
Me.
Humanity does not pursue
cold ideas, or body flesh alone.
Even Imagination bows before
Love's Goals
and these clearly foment
much of history.
The Heart is here the seat;
the clear destination
of this imaginary vehicle
driven by a universal need
to merge, with a Divinity
which in the end
only I
Heart represent.
Love is
multifaceted
motherly, fatherly, sisterly,
brotherly, heavenly
all are facets of Love
which lives in my-
the Heart's realm.
Most strive to reach my Land
and those who don't
are so destroyed
they, in my theory,
turn to evil and sin.
I am the true fulcrum of all History.
Soul Speaks:
You mind,
You Body
You Imagination
even you Heart
are all Corporeal.
I am the Mother
of all of you
Universal Soul;
the indescribable;
the Spirit,
the common thread
which unites all of you.
I am
the Father of the
Common Sense
which is taste, sight
smell, hearing and touch
all combined in the sixth sense.
I aligned with
my mentor Faith
and describe
the sea
in which you all swim,
but are oblivious to.
I am the Dark Matter
of your universe,
90% of the ocean
in which you swim.
The Poet Speaks:
For all you Archetypes
and your
products
none to me is more sublime
than the wedding of these
to Musics and Poetries.
Is it not apparent too,
that from these
comes a Unified Theory of Literature?
For is it not the case
all of the actors
in this
our play
exist
forming the basis of our literature
our cultures;
and our goal
therefore,
must be
to illuminate
how they all inter-relate
to form all the world
we know
in and outside of our
written histories?
Now it seems to me
that a crucial point here
is how then does
all this
relate to the Physical Universe?
If mind and brain
exist in this Physical Universe
how then to explain
the inter-relationships
that result
in Creativity?
Einstein knew:
and said it;
feuding with the Theory of Quantum Physics;
all electrons,
in all things in the Universe
inter-relate
and in all of the Universe,
every atom in my brain, and the electrons
therein contained
are in constant communication with every
other atom in all of the universe
and more,
move, both in
and outside of this Universe
to Universes
which exist
in parallel
simultaneously with this one..
We exist
in this Universe
in our world
at the galaxy level
and at the sub-atomic level;
but this existence is inherently unstable
meaning atoms and electrons
move freely between these
multiple Universes.
to which we are
all connected.
Think on that for a moment;
before you realize-
if even marginally true
explains how a poem comes to be;
literally it is Imagination
plucking ideas from my mind
in this universe
and melding
with those with ideas
perhaps from another.
Which in the end
is the only explanation
for Creativity:
that is
in thinking
we cause something to exist
from seemingly nothing;
nothing defined
as coming from some place else
into our world-
into our existence.
And I ask
where
therefore
did this
poem come from?
Or even this phrase
since milli-seconds ago
it did not exist
at least
in this Universe.
Simply put
the most profound question
in the universe is:
What are ideas
and where do they come from?
And how do they in fact create
what we know as literature?
Hummm,
Much To Ponder.
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Einstein and Society
Much of what Einstein had to say
remains unexplained
100 years later,
in terms of impact his ideas have on society.
First, we need to comprehend
he sought
to explain everything.
We know the familiar E=mc2;
what does it really mean?
Astounding at the time
but now common place;
the idea states that energy and matter interrelate;
and matter can be changed to energy and vice versa.
What's not understood well
by many is
that matter
in being transformed to energy
has a exponential multiplier.
For example a ball dropped from two feet
lands with 10 times the force of a ball
dropped from one foot.
Why?
Dense Uranium 235 has many many electrons
and matter released into energy has a mulitiplier effect
with interactive transmutation
and in the end
gives us the Atomic Bomb
which of course
draws us one step nearer the end.
But note,
the other little understood fact here-;
An atomic explosion is not matter expanding
but space itself multiplying!
Not stretching-growing;
New Space!
But how is this?
Space, hence, time is malleable.
Einstein Two;
If space itself expands then what about light?
This is where Einstein started.
What is the nature of light?
Newton said the speed of light can not be exceeded..
Einstein says yes it can. And we have black holes where light itself
is not only bent but extinguished
and objects do indeed exceed light speed.
More: Light and the photons light is composed of,
can be in two,
perhaps three places
at the same time.
astoundingly
the same is true too
for all matter.
Stop your head from spinning, sit back down
and ask how is this possible?
More; We use this too in everyday life, .
this given us by Einstein and quantum physics;
computers are quantum devices
based on electrons existing as 1's and 0's
off and on;
but, poorly understood
is that each positive electron 'knows'
whether its negative counterpart is off
or on.
What?
That is correct. Not only true for your computer,
but all electrons in All Of The Universe
knows whether its counter part
has switched signs
and will go
positive if it's counterpart goes negative.
This is happening right now
in this computer and
IN ALL THE
UNIVERSE.
Think of a magnet and iron shavings.
Now Space, Time and Electrons all exist in some medium,
which we Dark Energy and Dark Matter
which we now understand comprizes 90% of the universe
about which we know little or nothing.
This other Dark Universe
interracts with our universe everyday.
We can see the effects
on our planets and galaxies.
This is proven.
So what is going on here?
Enter Einsteins Theory of Gravity
Newton always said that the apple falls from the tree and hits the ground
because of gravity.
The earth pulls the apple down.
Not true.
The apple is not falling.
It is being pushed.
By Space itself.
The Sun is not pulling on Earth
The Sun is displacing Space
around the earth
causing it to fall toward the Sun
propelled by that same displaced space.
The train coming toward us is not being propelled,
the train engine moves through space displacing space
and space itself bends
pulling the train along.
The plane flies because space, not air, lifts it.
So space itself multiples and bends, so does time;
that is why I can leave earth
return years later
younger than when I left.
Time itself has been altered
and, because when I move though space
time is altered too.
Get another cup of tea
and come back, there's more.
Now;
If all this is true of gravity
explain
how can it be
that I pick up a pencil
and defy the full pull of Earth's gravity
Gravity must be very weak if this is so easy..
Am I stronger than Earth?
Patience: Here is Einstein's view:
If space is malleable and electrons know
and communicate with their kin
our universe therefore must not be round but flat and super thin.
For example, the universe of the fish, is separated by a super thin
surface, upon which a row boat floats;
these two different universes, occupy the same space,
and, one at least one
is is totally unaware of the other.
The row-boater is intelligent, and, of course is aware of the fish.
But the fish are not.
In the larger universe we are the fish.
Other universes exist in the same time and space
separated by super thin membranes.
Thus is born Membrane Theory, Son of Quantum Physics.
If this is all true,
then multiple universes perhaps millions can all exist
simultaneously.
Multiples of me and you, like our electrons exist
close by among Membrane Universes floating nearby.
That is why I can pick up the pencil
because the gravity here in my room-
in my universe-is being counteracted by gravity
from one nearby universe occupying the same space and time.
If, every so often, Membrane Universes collide
this is the Big Bang we all know so well.
That is how, likely,
our Universe began.
But how to prove these?
Most of this has already been proven, experimentally.
A Big Collider (Hayden) seeking final proof in all this
is being built in Switzerland.
It will offer proof
by speeding up photons to near light speeds,
letting them collide;
if one disappears from this universe
then it has gone
to the other universe close by;
or we can get unexpected results
and our universe is destroyed
and a black hole results
and eats us all alive.
Stay tuned.
Collision expected sometime in 2009.
But you know
if all of this is true,
then maybe there are ghosts
living near by too.
and please don't mention
UFO's.
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Unseen Academicals- 22/11/09
Pratchett’s Unseen Academicals was a
joy from beginning to end, the author is
a prince among men
Ridiculed fashion items like six-inch
stiletto heels and all kinds of bling,
empty-headed models
Remunerated exorbitantly for glittering
while toiling labourers doing necessary
things are paid next-to-nothing
Pratchett’s depiction of the Discworld
is bathed in a golden light of happiness
everybody joyously engaged
In activities normally depicted as unmitigated
Misery; does Pratchett realize how much the
positive attitude of his main characters
Contrast with his cynical omnipresent narrator
perspective, does he see the juxtaposition
between two aspects
His protagonists acting with integrity and his blasé
narrative voice, the dualism must cause a war
in his mind – verily, I suspect
That is happening at present, while Pratchett is
telling a world-weary tale of human nature, his
characters are presenting a morality play
He cannot subdue them, cannot force decadence
on his characters, they are whiter than snow –
how much does this irk him?
I would love to know...
Terry Pratchett ‘Unseen Academicals’ Doubleday 2009
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16.07.2009 Sparkles In The Air (Rev.)
Wise and magical as Nanny Ogg and Granny
Weatherwax are Hanlie and June concocting
magical forms that do sums in proof of what
we’ve done so preparing a production sheet
becomes a breeze
It’s as good as having Hogwart’s Sorting Hat on
my head, the form reads my mind and gives me
answers telling my life, June showed me how
to gain more time for translations, Hanlie gave
me leave to do more research
Forgetting magic requires special treatment
Jane destroyed the form without respect; the
magical form inspired me to new agricultural
heights, safe within the form’s woven web
calculating fun allotted everyone
sparkles in the air, joy in the office – brought
about by our two local witches, June Ogg and
Hanlie Weatherwax; Jane could be Magrat the
confused and I could be Perdita, singing for
Christine in Maskerade…
From: Terry Pratchett “Lords and Ladies” and
“Maskerade” - two clever witches, Granny
Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg, a young witch
Magrat and a younger witch, Perdita, who
likes to sing.
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Wicked Witch
See the wicked witch ride her broomstick,
As she rides with the moon,
Her pointy hat her distinguished feature,
For it is a full moon tonight,
For magic will reign until the morning light,
For many spells are being cast,
And who will win the magic stakes,
No one knows,
For many a cauldron is being stirred,
The supernatural in nature being brought alive,
And love spells bring love into the wide open,
And treasure good fortune and luck,
For there are many facets in nature,
And spells can be cast, so you'll never be stuck,
Many good luck charms and wishing dust reawaken the spirit,
And throwing salt over your shoulder,
Not walking under ladders,
Knocking on wood,
And keeping a black cat for good luck,
Will keep things swinging your way,
And the phases of the moon will keep the spirits at rest,
At least until the break of day,
For traditions say witches practice their craft through black magic,
But this is not true,
For the way of the witches will never be tragic,
For love spells are also their forte,
And a beautiful prince or princess will greet you,
For you are magic itself,
You have those magical eyes,
That will reveal a pleasant surprise,
The night opening up your unbelieving eyes,
To all of nature and its magic powers,
That keep balance and proprtion in all things,
And give life to those beautiful and colourful spring flowers,
That only heaven itself, with all its magic,
Could create and nurture with the changing seasons.
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Pedagogues (So Superior) [REVISED]
I am highly suspicious reading how two supercilious,
pedantic pedagogues (so superior) , reduce the whole
world to a kindergarten in which materialist orthodoxy
alone knows anything
The rest of civilization is depicted as idiots and fools
in The Science of Discworld (Revised Edition) , where
Stewart and Cohen wrote chapters on science and
Pratchett described tomfoolery of the Wizards
on the Discworld, definitely fun to read –
But a haughty, condescending tone of its boring
overview of Western science and evolution, based
on assumptions the universe is dead except for
human minds, is nauseating –
reminding of Sir David Attenborough presenting
every hypothesis and theoretic assumption as the
gospel truth. Clearly it is true that science consists
of lies for children, these narrators are scintillating
examples of how it is done with amazing ease!
“The Science of the Discworld 1” Revised Edition
Jack, Pratchett, Terry, Stewart and Ian Cohen
Kindle – bought from Amazon
[ORIGINAL]
I am highly suspicious, reading how two supercilious,
pedantic pedagogues so superior, reduce the whole
world to a kindergarten in which materialist orthodoxy
alone knows anything
The rest of civilization is depicted as idiots and fools
in The Science of Discworld Revised Edition, Stewart
and Cohen wrote the chapters on science; Pratchett
described the tomfoolery
Of the Wizards on the Discworld, fun to read - but the
haughty, condescending tone of the boring overview
of Western science and evolution based on the as-
sumption the universe is dead
Except for human minds, is nauseating - reminding of
Sir David Attenborough who presents every hypothesis
and theoretic assumption as gospel truth
Clearly it is true that science consists of lies for children,
these narrators are scintillating examples of how
it is done all the time!
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Miracle Disclosure (Revised)
Reading ‘Good Omens’ – Antichrist Adam Young and
his gang have fun with Tibetans and Flying Saucers –
in conjunction with The Science of Discworld which
‘David Attenboroughishly’ explains evolution as if it
were an already proven and therefore universally
accepted Gospel Truth – while it
is still only another childish theory, a speculative
hypothesis no better or worse than Creationism, but
creating the same reputation for itself by launching
attacks on other theories and posing as the Modern
Age equivalent of Miracle Disclosure; while ALL
these theories are illusion
made-up narratives explaining mysteries of existence
with no entitlement to claim any final revelation of the
true state – sanctimonious and condescending tones of
New Western Materialism sounds even worse than the
Middle Ages Inquisition – and in our universe ALL
being as speculative and unprovable as each other!
“Good Omens” – Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman,
Corgi Edition 1991
“The Science of the Discworld 1” Revised Edition
Jack, Pratchett, Terry, Stewart and Ian Cohen
Kindle – bought from Amazon
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Percieving magic
Magic, Is it real? what is it? Can you trust it? Can you see it?
Is magic a bunny being pulled from a hat?
Is magic a card trick, or is it a cion being pulled from behind a child's ear?
Can magic occur in a puff of smoke, or from a flick of a wand and a bibbity-bobbity-boo?
Is there such a thing as magic, or is it just all smoke and mirrors?
People say Love is magiacal, so does that mean love is magic, or magic is love?
If magic is all tricks and illusion of the mind, then is love real or is it our minds decieving us?
If love is magic, can you trust it, if you can't trust magicians?
Love may not be magic, but true love is the closest thing we can experience to real magic.
Love can be decieving, but where there is true love, there are no smoke, mirrors, or illusions.
If magic makes people happy, and if love is the closest thing we hav to magic, then why dosen't all the world love each other?
If we all spread a little bit of magic, wouldn't the world be a better, happier place to live?
There would be no more wars,
no more need people, and no more need for prisons.
We would all live in peace and harmony.
But this...this will never happen.
There will always be a war or a fight.
There will always be children crying.
There will always be pain and hatred.
We can't escape te ways of man, wether we cause these things or others cause them.
Our world will never be the great Utopia philosophers once imagined.
We must accept that these things will not happen,
But can't we at least try to make them better?
Isn't it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
Wouldn't it be a far, far better thing we would do than we ever have done?
If these things are true, then why don't we act upon them?
Is it because we are selfish,
because we don't see anyone else trying,
or because it would just be too much trouble to add into our busy schedules?
No matter the reason, no matter the cause,
we need to start, we need to start now.
The more magic you spread, the more love will be spread around the world.
Love is a force of nature, it's unstoppable once in effect.
So is magic unstoppable to?
Is it real or is magic like that Utopia that was only a dream?
Science can't prove it, medicine can't prove it.
Love exists.
It's in our hearts, and it apreads and growns.
So if love is magic, then magic must exist.
Without it love would not exist.
Without love....without love
the world would not exist...we would not exist.
-samantha johnson burnsed
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I Cant Escape
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the one world album. it has also been released on the country roads collection album.
Funny thing about this little heart of mine
All the ways that it can say
(I love you)
Longer than forever
Till the end of time
No matter baby come what may
(I love you)
Look at me now sittin all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here living this song
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
Listen to the music on the radio
Top forty hits of yesterday
(I love you)
Leavin on a jet plane
Blowin in the wind
The silly games that people play
(I love you)
Each of them carries your memory still
I can still see that look in your eyes
The one that preceded your kisses and followed your sighs
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
Every rain in the morning reminds me of you
Every night when its cold outside
Every time that I ache inside
(I love you)
(I love you)
Sometimes I wish it was ten years ago
We were starting all over again
Yet the way that I feel is much more than just remembering when
I cant escape thinking every day about you
Cant escape wishing dear you were still mine
Cant escape thinking maybe I still love you
Cant escape caring for you all of the time
All of the time
All of the time
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Pristine Beauty
The magic woven by Terry Pratchett in ‘Going
Postal' took my mind like a wave invading every
lonely space, filling me with a sense of delight
and the desire to keep on digging for meaning
Since I cannot be content with the mere fact that
I exist in the way Golems can, I have to assign
meaning to everything in order to prevent my
inner self turning from quiet and calm into
A raging torrent of existential dread and my spirit
from acquiring a waiflike quality, moving between
states of consciousness, too confused to choose
between moments of being to settle quietly
Long enough to enjoy the delight of existence as
escape from non-being, it took a while to drag my
mind away from a feeling of guilt about this holiday
and the concomitant fear that a short escape
From my robotic existence at the office might corrupt
my heart to develop a passionate longing for freedom;
confident enough to skip over disturbing passages on
Reacher Gilt, I hate his guts; loving the excellent mind
Pratchett assigns to Vetinari, sharing his trait of loving
ideas as principles: music as signet ideals, staves on
paper, notes safely ensconced thereon with no attempt
at execution to spoil its pristine beauty - just like him
I adore romance as an ethereal ideal formulated in en-
chanting writing but not any attempt at execution which
always falls short changing the idea into a hopeless
Don Quixotic longing for the impossible…
Going Postal - Terry Pratchett - Doubleday 2004
Quoted from p.78
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Painful And Joyous Reading
The library open, a miracle found several
titles interesting, normally everything seems
boring, I'm courageous enough to tackle ‘
Briar Rose' about the Second World War
And sisters fighting in ‘When She Was Good'
hoping to find insight into my relationship with
my twin sis, I'm ready to face abandonment in
Lynne Markham's ‘Getting It Right'
And two lives intertwined in ‘Faith, Hope and Ivy
June' - being adventurous I also bought two books
at second hand book shops - Graham Hancock's
Underworld - Flooded Kingdoms of the Ice Age -
Blazing trails where unconventional Colin Wilson
fears to tread, and ‘Mars Mystery' with its theme of
precession and the solar system orbit and carousel
movement about the Milky Way Galaxy's
Black Hole centre; hours of painful and joyous reading
before me - now I have entered the spirit of this holiday!
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Virtual Insanity
Written by jay kay and toby smith
Oh yeah what were living in (let me tell ya)
It a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big
That should be small
Who can tell what magic spells well be doing for us.
And Im giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I cant see, I cant breathe
No more will we be
And nothings gonna change the way we live
Cos we can always take and never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world were living in
And I just cant see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
And Im thinking in what a mess were in
Hard to know when to begin
If I could slip the sicly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother can choose the color of her child
Thats not natures way
Well thats what they said yesterday
Theres nothing left to do but pray
I think its time I found a new religion
Waoh its so insane to synthesize another strain
Theres something in these futures that we have to be told.
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
Now theres no sound if we all live underground
And now its virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, theres nothing so bad, I know yeah
Instrumental break
Oh, this virtual insanity, were living in,
Has got to change, yeah
Things will never be the same
And I cant go on
While were living in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world has got to change
Cos I just, I just cant keep going on, it was virtual,
Virtual insanity that were living in, that were living in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh theres no sound for we all live underground
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Virtual insanity is what were living in
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The main thing is you and I should exist, and that we should be you and I. Apart from that let everything go as it likes. The best order of things to my way thinking, is the one I was meant to be part of, and to hell with the most perfect of worlds if I am not in it. I would rather exist, even as an impudent argufier, than not exist at all.
quote by Jean-Francois Rameau
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Does God There Us Await?
perceive the cosmos
is grounded pervaded
by mind intelligence
perceive Quantum Theory
denies the concept
reality the world
is composed of objects
whose existence
is independent
of human consciousness
quantum mechanics
facts established by
precise experiments
decrees key to reality
reality is state of mind
quantum mechanics
decrees basic components
of objects particles
electrons quarks
are not 'self-existent'
quantum physics
decrees 'ultimate reality'
exists but is not
embedded in space time
therefore in what
form reality will we exist?
beyond this life pod
illusion when we shed
body matter restraint
step outside space time
into limitless eternity
does God there us await?
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Awareness
Bible code predicts all possible futures in
accordance with Heisenberg Uncertainty
Principle - not only one, but a myriad
possible futures are waiting ahead
Quantum physics describe various possible
outcomes and how likely each is; defining a
being outside the system is too limiting, think
of intelligent, loving energy
Manifesting a universe and living things while
continuing beyond our three dimensional world,
transcending space and time by encoding a text
to illustrate quantum physics applied
Magnetic, electric energy brings forth individuals
as conscious tools to operate within reality where
everything possesses a form of awareness - from
the primitive will to exist
Fighting against non-being - to the amazing
diversity of thinking, feeling, seeking, dreaming
human beings…
The Bible Code, Michael Drosnin, Weidenfeld &
Nicolson,1997 -
p.42
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Passionately Enough
Oh heavenly day
sky steel grey, wind cold
respite from the infernal heat
must find something enchanting
to read, by installing a new device
hubby killed all DVD watching
opportunity, no Bedknobs
and Broomsticks today
I shall visit the children’s library
bound to be something good tucked
away, I could not fulfil expectations this
week, could not meet requirements in the
heat, I felt like a wreck, doomed like the
Flying Dutchman to float from coast to
coast on seas of sad miseries
suddenly on Thursday
Everything went awry, the harder
I tried, the less I accomplished, must
find an escape in my mind, withdraw from
a physical reality in which things go wrong
create a parallel universe where laughter
and song bring the joy not found while
living a material life, the joy of free-
dom lies in the creation of things
That will exist in the future
if we dream passionately
enough…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Reality
If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.
If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.
If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.
If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?
If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?
Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?
Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?
Puzzling this.
So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Best Beginning
the time for losing
is not a waste of time
the time for rethinking
is a chance for finding
what you have once written
you read again
there will be changes
something shall be erased
sometimes you pretend
that there is Nothing
Only to find what Everything
means what Someone really is
Churches fall into shatters
Governments are not that kind
Schools perhaps have mis-educated
a lot of us
We do not exist for the work alone
Or the money
We exist for the breathing and
the walking and the daily thinking
We perhaps must have miscalculated us
Our Potentials overlooked
Our Talents and Time all wasted
We perhaps have not known what Us mean
There is a time to erase and undo
This is the time to Unload and Delete
Tomorrow morning after a Nigh's
Good Sleep
We go back to the Basics
It is the Waking first and then
The Breathing
Then everything shall be new
Without any name at all.
That i think must be the Best
Beginning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time does not exist
time does not exist
we made it up...
imagine you ask someone
for the time and the
reply 'time is a fabrication of
the mind to cope with change.'
you'd think them to
be strange.
but the more you think about it
the more sense it makes.
time does not exist
when you finally comprehend it
everything else becomes a lie,
science will make no sense
history will not be in the past
time does not exist
what else doesn't exist...?
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Delight In Variety
Others tell us what ‘truth’ should be when we
are small and with this tunnel vision we tackle
the world of experience and symbolism, bored
in our mental citadels
My life began when I discovered mysteries of
the unexplained: Egyptian pyramid blocks too
heavy for forklifts, ancient astronaut theories,
spontaneous human combustion
The face on Mars, levitation, spiritualism, the
Bermuda Triangle, UFO’s, theosophy, Sufi
dancers and the Mahabharata – requiring
a new definition of ‘truth’
Which I found in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld
law that belief always manifest in reality, thus
faith is the magic ingredient which determines
‘truth’ and being
By using beauty and harmony, love and wisdom
as guidelines, I choose how much reality to
accord any symbol I come across without
demanding consistency because
Quantum physics allows for everything to be
possible in an infinity of space and time; I do
not allow assumptions & preconceptions
to limit my mental freedom
As I strive to embrace everything which inspires
wonder, love and respect in my heart, no contra-
diction allowed to spoil my delight in variety
as the spice of life
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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