2011/04/14 Without Intervening Events (Rev.)
Nothing to say in my defence, no material offers to
make amends; inner power enables me to mostly
balance on the edge of the abyss - wishing life’s
battle ended so I could rest, dropp my vigilance,
exist just as pure consciousness without shame
of eternal failure
Less intelligence all I cherish are feelings, a loving
atmosphere, strong emotions, everlasting joy of
constructing an ethereal bubble where I am safe,
free to create my own dreams since the sharp lines,
garish colours and grating sounds of reality cannot
match luminous beauty of my visions
Nothing I visualise can be realised in holographic
three-dimensional reality perceived through five
senses, only stories entailed in narrative imperative
are honoured and valued - attempts to infuse reality
with meaning lead to deception, failure and rejection,
I keep my ideas above and beyond...
... in an alternative dimension where thoughts
manifest in pitch, taste, colour, rhythm, fragrance,
texture, form and temperature; representing love,
anger and fear - without intervening events….
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Existing As Ideals
Dreams need no corporeality, a
dream fulfilled becomes one-
dimensional reality without
power to draw desire and
passion through us
I love dreams as ideas, romance
as mirage, an image in the mind:
therein lies its power, a vision to
be filed for later use when it fails
to entice
Materialisation shrinks infinite
dimensions of enchanting
vision, I cherish dreams
until threadbare,
I love
Ethereal ideals as Quixotic
schemes fighting windmills:
idea reigns supreme, reality
is but weak reflection of
grand ideals
Lamenting impossibility of love
means we miss the joy of
illusion and dreams
inspirational only
if unexplained
We live life in little routines
while existing as ideals
within a holographic
universe…
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Human Psyche
Look at the nature of reality and learn to
manipulate it intelligently, our thoughts
are real and create physical reality
We take our knowledge with us when we
leave, if we don’t realise we create reality
ourselves, we have to return
To learn that what we encounter is inner
reality objectified, love originates in our-
selves, not in what we see
We envision the beauty we seem to per-
ceive and everything starts and ends
within the mind, therefore
I wish to cultivate mine, try to invent new
dreams and seek the meaning of life
in the human psyche
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
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You can dream too
as creation shadow the past, reality becomes so
revealing to felt, the journey is sensing the end, the
start of a new and wonderful dimension of life
if the things you love most wonder in your midst, like
magic then the different is so intense than loosing your
own, senses in a most wandering things happened in
your life
life is made and level in many degrees, thats the
dimension we are created, it is like bubble that floats
in the midst air, and exploded when time will come
a matter of something that gives us the real meaning
of our existence, the essence of why, we, the you and
me have to grow in the most respected ways in this
given paradise
what then I, in any of your dream, do I existed in your
dimension, or just a pattern of footprints that the memories
of yesteryears remember me for you I am in love
may the love of the creator, wonder the dimension of
barrer, we build, and may those, barrier makes us
free, to reach our dreams to fulfill our destiny
then, let this be the beginning that, the dimensional level
you and me attain be the Parousia, where our spirit lifted to
the most high and receive the merit to step the unknown
of another dimension of life
.....Life is like a Dream.....
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
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Amplify Inner Visions
Finished reading true private eye stories searching
for missing persons, so many people romantisize the
past and early experience; we should enjoy our visions,
not try to find them manifested in real events, it is better
to fail in tracing old flames or abusive parents
Imagination enables us to improve on reality and create a
better world - the fact that the past proves their memories
of young love wrong, teaches us to look ahead to create the
best future we can, instead of trying to find idealized images
in real life – we should project these dreams
Into the future, striving to amplify our inner visions…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Real Love
I gotta step back, back to see reality
Remember girls that were my destiny
Those feelings that were always inside of me
Always I thought - bam - there was reality
My heart my insight once had a bright light
Forever I thought but I never know
That that kinda love, onesided and not given back
Would break my heart, yeah and would break my back
So never again I vowed to the earth and sea
To trust to rely on girls to set love free
Feel the thing in my heart the way its been before
But life was gonna teach me, down in n.y.c
So my memories full of fear and agony
I experienced the way when love is set free
Revealed by both though never said thru words
But this time love failed cause distance sealed it
Chorus:
Think about the real love!
So I was back, back in the place
Where I started before not willing to love
Show feelings no more, wrong time,
Wrong place they said to myself, what a disgrace
cause then it happened, emotions continuity
Took its toll prepared todays reality
Courage and luck on my side and inside of me
R-e-a-l-i-t-y, its been to me
Like a dream I had as a little child
With a thousand colours totally wild
Bleedin into one embracing themselves
Brighter and more fluorescent than anything else
And now Im back, back in my reality
Looking at my life, my love and feel the
Essence of thruth, ethereal eternity
I finally found it, God I love reality!
Chorus
Real love is found just once in life
Chorus
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Discordant Note
Little stories for little people lifting my thoughts from
eternal battle and strife to survive life without hope in
a future except what I can fantasise, an ability almost
lost as Less-Than-Effective reaches for Mediocre – a
status I have not even reached yet and which I detest,
I suppose Fully-Dysfunctional suits me better; constant
battle in my mind is not all that much fun
Living in a perfect world where I am the only discordant
note, being the only failure tolerated among my seniors
who love routine and doing boring tasks without going
out of their minds; I stopped making up stories and life
lost all its colour and spice – so I shall make up stories
again and put in all the beautiful things I missed so
much, taking care not to involve anyone else
Except the characters of my favourite authors, they do
not mind me being stupid and lost, they kick-start the
games that give zest to life, looking beyond the surface
to see the dreams that no-one ever need to bring alive
for them to give meaning to every idealistic treatise I
love to read, strengthening belief in an expanded
consciousness when my body dies and I shall
Break free from this perfect world in which we live...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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2010/06/18 Simile (Rev.)
I love ancient minds, the grandiose
thoughts of bygone tale-tellers, their
sense of awe, infusing all they saw
with supernatural significance and
deeper meaning
I share their cosmological delight in
a machine too vast for mankind to
penetrate or understand, reject their
helplessness and despair in a
mystifying universe
To succor my belief I NEED a kind
intelligence as creative origin of all that
exist, ideas of malevolence as creation
kills my spirit; though I cannot
breathe in materialism,
the thin, cold air of cynicism, nor feel
joy in small three-dimensional reality
I will not face over-powering tragedy
of an evil universe blindly grinding
its unfeeling millstone
If I am to live as a useful, pragmatic,
hard-working human being I need to
rest my mind in beautiful thoughts of
harmony, benevolence and rational
self-interest
I won’t be the toy of harsh, unfeeling
powers else I die of despair, I admire
loving intent of a Christ-dreamer using
ideas of Precession to create a simile
of deliverance
for a suffering humanity …
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
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Topsy-Turvy
We are fantasies come alive
manifestations of consciousness
realizations of ideas and visions
the universe is one interpretation
of innumerable alternatives, more
than 99 per cent of the measurable
content of our physical dimension is
invisible dark matter, the demonstrable
effect of invisible energy – all mass is
solidified power to be released
when required
Trying to turn this topsy-turvy, arguing
the material universe came first leads
to insoluble conundrums – logic and
planning are part of my assumptions,
I do not visualise hit-and-run attempts
until random hits start to form patterns,
it is irrational and contrary to common
sense, I subscribe to the spiritual theory
that awareness came first and the rest of
the universe has been created to learn to
deal with experience…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Dreams And Visions
Dreams;
Facts that keep flying away
From the paths of reality
Into the driveways of insanity
And there, they mock humanity
That pursues them for eternity
Then they lead us into depravity
But dreams are birds that flee from reality
Visions;
The strings that hold the future
And hang around in the paths of reality
Neither illusions nor misconceptions
Vision if fate in a nutshell
That holds our destiny transparent
And reveals all the current
That makes the energy of life.
Dreams fly, Visions stand the test of time
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Edge Of Reality
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
I walk along a thin line darling
Dark shadows follow me
Heres where lifes dream lies disillusioned
The edge of reality
Oh I can hear strange voices echo
Laughing with mockery
The border line of doom Im facing
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
On the edge of reality she sits there tormenting me
The girl with the nameless face
On the edge of reality where she overpowers me
With fears that I cant explain
She drove me to the point of madness
The brink of misery
If shes not real then Im condemned to
The edge of reality
Reality, reality, reality, reality,
Reality, reality, reality, reality
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Anything is Possible
The code could also be a hologram - no-one
can explain how it was created by some mind
beyond imagination, we have to invent some-
thing to read the Book of Life
It states Einstein's Unified Field Theory exists
in a 5th dimension beyond these 3 dimensions
of space and 4th of time - quantum physicists
already agree a 5th does exist
Only fact about code's origin: no human could
encode it; proof of an intelligence completely
different from our own, we are not alone, an
outside encoder is somewhere
Michael Drosnin's report on code research
enriches my life, nourishment for a starving
imagination, I feel privileged to study the
theories and thoughts of scientists
Exploring myriad dimensions of holographic
reality by shining their mind's laser-light on it,
we live in a holographic universe constituted
of waves varying in frequencies
Anything is possible, those without interest
need never know - being curious I am not
content to remain in the dark when thought
can illuminate all to reveal the reality
Beyond eternity…
The Bible Code, Michael Drosnin, Weidenfeld &
Nicolson,1997 -
pp.45&46
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
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Cardboard Prison
Cardboard is the material we consider this to be,
The material in front of us is not metallic like steel
But a swelling acquired by the eyes, the eyes of danger;
The ears will explode and we shall revel due to the material,
Due to the wall.
Weighing us as we balance on the machine,
The walls of change will create a reality;
The reality of danger is upon us, the dangers,
What are they now that we see the wall?
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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?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Between Visible And Invisible
Your reality controls my life
With something, which binds
My fleshly existence and my third eye,
Despite self and despite logic,
Your sharp-edged screams
And this love focused
Only on materially living things
In self-assertion
Keep me locked
Within whatsoever limits.
Your emotions and conations
Are the embodiment of your ideas.
Your love is enclosed within them,
They are inhabiting your life.
You are the follower
Of your own creed.
You need to be
Freed from your own illusion
And from your own constraints.
I can see you
Between visible and invisible,
Ceaselessly aspiring to universal Divinity,
Trying to reconcile your inner contradictions,
Absolutely saturating your feelings,
Your intuitive vision
And your vibrational essence of thought.
I can see your realm of realism,
Imprisoned in the identity of your thought.
I am the object of your senses
And the essence of your beatitude,
While you try to keep safe
The word's meaning.
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Unique Tapestries
A beautiful jersey with a cable pattern illustrating Many
Worlds Theory by weaving infinite threads of parallel
alternative events into cables spiralling rhythmically
in colour, sound and form
Evoking feeling and emotion, influencing choices which
change the future and past, creating unique tapestries on
the loom of the gods, threads made up of consciousness
shimmering in and out of existence
History is not an unfolding of preset events, but it is shaped
by every thought, plan, desire, wish, vision and dream; every
pattern is formed by free innovation, the alternative universes
of possible choices
Create the time-loop cables in reality’s tapestry, threads fork
innumerable times before converging again to continue the
enchanting patterns that keep gods and men staring
at the infinite possibility of probabilities…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Mysterious And Mythical
Found a new book in the library - Act of God
a story of cataclysm, Tutankhamun as well as
Atlantis in which detective Graham Phllips un-
covers extraordinary events - thank heaven,
a mysterious Egyptian tomb, just what I need
to add oomph to my quiet existence
I live my life in my head, when reading material
becomes scarce I am in dire straits; a discovery
to give meaning to my days on earth which seem
to be such a useless material illusion; only third
thoughts & inner narrative imperative create new
lines combining historical events
In symbolical significance, being devoted to all
things spiritual, I am delighted by everything
mysterious and mythical
Act of God - Tutankhamun, Moses & The
Myth of Atlantis - The True Story of The
Greatest Cataclysm to shape Civilisation
By Graham Phillips, Pan Books,1998
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