Firing off memories

I am sitting here and all of a sudden my memory synapses just firing.  I am a toddler in a store.  I am with two of my sisters.  They  give to me a metal wind up toy. Next memory I am playing with it in a round steel tub that is in my backyard.  The tub is full of water and I am having a great time watching it splash around in the water.  The next memory that fires is I can see me crying.  My sister is yelling at me saying something like, “How stupid are you?  It’s not a water toy!”

Skipping to another memory.  I can see my sister reading me a story about a cow.  There are pictures in the book with a moon and spoon.  The story somehow states that the cow jumped over the moon.  Can’t remember what happened to the spoon. I then ask my sister can a cow really jump over a moon ?  She says no that is just a silly story and cows could  never jump over the moon.

My next memory.  I am sitting on a huge rock that sits jutting out over a river.   The sky is clear and there a millions if not billions of stars out.  I am in awe and wondering how beautiful the universe is!   Also I am wondering if the LSD I took is enhancing the experience.  What ever I am in the midst of a wonderful trip.  Then as  I look out over the river I see the reflection of a full moon in the river.  Wow!  Then it occurred to me I could prove my sister wrong about the cow and moon thing.   So I stand up and walk back a bit.  I measure in my mind the distance between me and the moon.  Checking the moon in the sky and the moon in the water.  Then with a rush of euphoria I run and jump over the moon’s reflection in the water.  I seem to soar over the moon in slow motion; I  grab my legs ending  up with a cannon  ball landing into the water.  The moon  was reflecting itself over shallow water and lucky for me the soft muddy bottom cushioned my fall.  I had the satisfaction that I did what was impossible for the cow.  Next time I told myself I would check the depth of the water first.  There never was a next time.  Though it was one of the greatest exciting and emotional experience I had up to that time.  I ended up in later life to become sober and drug free.  Sitting here now and thinking about this I am wondering would the experience without the LSD be even better?

So I close with the warning do  not do this at home.  Getting a massive rocky boulder and having a river flow thru you abode is not advisable.  Then there also is the drug warning aspect.  Although if you find yourself sitting in the middle of the night on a hugh rocky boulder hanging over a river and the moon is out.   If while you are there and you have a memory of reading about a cow jumping over a moon.  I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On air, take two.

Some people lives are God’s private comedy shows. The Truman Show is a movie I think most of us can relate to. Everyone has a life that is full of everyday drama, sadness, comedy, love and infinite possibilities. No matter how one tries sometimes life is interrupted by lengthy commercials that we wish would go away. Sure. We can pray them away, wish them to dissipate, or simply just go to sleep.
Fate says the scripts are already written and we just have to show up reading lines that will form our existences. Astrological predictors play us for our hopes, fears and mainly our coins. Miracles interplay with magic folding our minds into realms of possible outcomes. Like a cat playing with a mouse at the end of a string most of us just give life a bat now and then. Hoping the result will be the pleasure of the moment even sex always leads one to a sticky situation.
The makers of music, art, novels and other such divisive undertakings pass us by like clouds drifting where the wind sends them. The price of the rain falling from these human inventions of mind and matter? Payment equals the quantity of how much will be drunk. Too much of a good or bad thing will drown any undertaker taking all to the egress of finality or eternity.
Whatever happens. There are animals to pet. Hands to be held. Lips to kiss and haters to hate. Thus one day the sun will go out to warm something in some other way. Life will find whatever it finds. Words will be written and mostly unread. If read will feed minds for a few seconds or more. Then something will begin again after all or after nothing, repeating or not.

 

On Air

Some people lives are God’s private comedy shows.  The Truman Show is a movie I think most of us can relate to.  Everyone has a life that is full of everyday drama, sadness, comedy, love and infinite possibilities.  No matter how one tries sometimes life is interrupted by lengthy commercials that we wish would go away.  Sure.  We can pray them away, wish them to dissipate, or simply just go to sleep.

Fate says the scripts are already written and we just have to show up reading lines that will form our existences.  Astrological predictors play us for our hopes, fears and mainly our coins.  Miracles interplay with magic folding our minds into realms of possible outcomes.   Like a cat playing with a mouse at the end of a string most of us just give life a bat now and then.  Hoping the result will be the pleasure of the moment even sex always leads one to a sticky situation.

The makers of music, art, novels and other such divisive undertakings pass us by like clouds drifting where the wind sends them.  The price of the rain falling from these human inventions of mind and matter?  Payment equals the quantity  of how much will be drunk.  Too much of a good or bad thing will drown any undertaker taking all to the egress of finality or eternity.

Whatever happens.  There are animals to pet.  Hands to be held.  Lips to kiss and haters to hate.  Thus one day the sun will go out to warm something in some other way.  Life will find whatever it finds.  Words will be written and mostly  unread.  If read will feed minds for a few seconds or more.  Then something  will begin again after all or after nothing.

Prayers Answered?

The demise of prayers are falling out of folded hands ending in clenched fists. Not God’s fault. All prayers being heard will bring out the victory that has presently taken refuge in the thick fog of patience. The Holocaust angels have taken up awaking horseman of the four. Atmospheres of dread, suspicion and depressing thunder roll out that drum beat dying souls encounter. The darkness side of humanity has once again arisen from the dead.
Biblical armor rebounds gathered in timeless dust. Gods Warriors take up shields and weapons. Jesus himself will execute all orders enfolding by a warm breath from God.
We prayed and surely we die. Why does these awful persecutions burn us? The moral now the downtrodden. Immoral evils leave bloody footprints smearing all roads men now transverse. Dice throw are loaded with bounties of ill wins. Why must mothers and fathers witness deaths of sons and daughters? These are the oldest of rumblings history has witnessed during shaking earthquakes of humanity.
The unmistaken physical rapture turned out to be the loss of faith and prayers good men and women no longer believe in. No longer said. No longer granted. The gumball machine is empty.
Remember. Gods Warriors. They will accompany The Spiritual Leader arisen again. Israel will once again be replenished thru rain that will fill rivers, oceans and revive life. The next flood will drench life on a sand sized planet in a vast universe of darkness. Thus, repeating the insignificance being defeated again by the significance life strives for. The power of one folded hand praying to the Creator. Prayer answered.  As prayers are requested to the Creator.

Why humour is bad.

Tripping thru the universe of the Internet is far different  than personal conversation.  Take in consideration in the one on one or party group experiences.  Most living entities,  the human kind, try and fail badly at trying to get a laugh or smile.  This occurs after expelling various words that are related  or unrelated.  Then exposed.  These words try to exist in a plausable or intelligent sentences or confusion of words that scuffle to be intelligent.  The end result is making humour bad.

I am guilty of this on various numerous occasions which is beyond counting.  The hardest writing I have ever attempted is sarcasm; basically anything I put on paper or the internet.  Therefore I would like to  apologize if anyone is offended or confused as to  the meaning of my Senior Brain synapses firings.  My younger brain functions as a writer were far much worse and confusing.  Especially waking up with a word hangover the next day.  Not to  mention the alcohol and drug consumption during these expulsions of written verbiages.

Presently the bunch of English letters used to mash up cranial information to pass on to whatever poor reader happens to stumble into my erroniously useage of the English, American and United Kingdom stuff.  Mentioned because of my association and experiences rolled up into my language.  Not to mention the inclusion of Polish, Irish, and German parts of my DNA folded into my entity.

To some extent.  Experiences of all two legged, somewhat souls, grouped together as something called humanity.  In reflection to the above written correspondence to you. I would like to end with.  As to the ideas typed.  Not only does this apply to this one biological blood, water and other organ. Also described as a flesh covered existing miracle of life.  As in regard to who or whom may be included in these ramblings.  Not only can I identify with this reflection of life.  Which are included is the question.

But, are not we all thrown into this arena of thoughts wrapped up in something that is unfolding  second by second.  So who is included to the relation of fictional or non-fictional personal books written?   In terms of making sense.  Are not we all?

Life of the Dice

If life depended on the roll of the Dice then it would be true that human existence depended not on fate but by chance.  According to people that have no idea about anything.  The answer is…Yes!  The first roll is with only one dice that determines your sex.

The .  (1) is female.  The  .. (2) is male.  … (3) is female that thinks the sex is male.  Therefore …. (4) is a male thinking the sex is female.  Then ….. (5) is the female gay roll.  Which leaves …… (6) a Gay male win.  Oddly sometimes the die actually stands on point and the lucky human gets the female and male parts to make that creation.  So you see then it is all scientific.

The next roll is with two (2) die or now dice.  The resulting numerical value determines which part of the earth the human will begin to exist.  The roll to determine color and culture is the third roll.  The combination of number for roll 2 and 3 is difficult to explain so, so much for getting an explanation for that.

Some will argue that Eve was made from Adam’s rib and not a roll of any die or dice.  Well.  If that were true.  Then that would be a story of Biblical proportions.  Although it must be pointed out that is totally wrong.  Since all life comes after a woman carries a bunch of cells for  9 months to end or begin with a birth.  The stronger argument would be that Adam was made from Eve’s rib because woman brings life into the world.  Of course that would be totally ridiculous.  Unless there was a Garden, a bunch of animals plants, fruits and editable stuff for the animals and Adam and Eve to eat.  Plus a stenographer to take down and write up everything that was happening during this beginning of life; or whatever you want to call it, would be needed.  Unfortunately the argument about this not happening is pretty solid because what kind of rib would it take to make up a stenographer anyway.

Ok.  Back to the dice thing.  The die cube is not meant to also mean “die” as in death.  The game of “die” or a 1 cube with the numbers 1 to six that fills 6 sides of the cube.  Was invented by the Alien’s during a very long voyage in  space.  You see.  The Aliens use little six sided cubes to hold together things on their ship like humans use nails, nuts or screws.  If you can grasp that idea.  One day a bored alien put those . (dots) on a cube.  Why?  When any living thing is bored  who knows why they do what they do.  Think of it as the creation of art came from doodling.

Next thing the alien them, die or  dice,  at his fellow aliens, they threw them back and eventually they hit the spaceship walls and one thing lead to another thing then a bunch of other stuff happened and finally the game of die or dice was invented.   So noted also it  took off with humans.  This happened when the first stenographer noticed the aliens tossing the little cubes around.

The birth connection.  On one of these long boring flights other aliens were messing around with little tiny biological things. The idea of test tube life was being played around with.   One of them was unthinkingly holding some dice and upon noticing them.  There was a connection made about numerical what have you and biological what do you have?  That!  Is something which is impossible to explain.  The question, When will Medicare or Medicaid let Doctors prescribe medical marijuana to seniors?   That and if the Veteran Administration will prescribe it to Veterans.  Those questions will be answered far more quicker than why life is determined by a throw of  die and dice.

In conclusion.  The earlier report of the kidnapping of President Donald Trump.  It seems that the President was disguised as Al Fraken’s father after all.  He was undercover trying to get what people thought of his Supreme Court nominee.  One of the White House Staff asked President Trumps wife where he, the President was. In her English way of speaking she answered that he was taking his kid nap.  Which was her way of saying he was taking a nap.  Since he slept like a baby she called it his “kid” nap.  The Press Secretary overheard the” kid nap” and thought it to be “kidnapped”. This fake White House assumption took hold  like they happen from time to time.  When the disguised Donald as, Al Franken Senior,  got wind of this.  He, President Trump, immediately got John Kelly to disguise himself as himself the President.  Then the  disguised President would take the disguised President to the Golf Club.  This worked fine and no one noticed that an aid of John Kelly actually disguised herself to be the disguised President in disguise of someone in a disguise to be someone or whatever.

In the aftermath.  While President Trump, disguised as Al Franken’s Dad, was sitting in the Golf Cub dining room drinking a Diet Coke and watching the news.  He was wondering why the person disguised as him, the President, was making a speech at the UN? (When leaving the Golf Club the disguised President Trump, as President Trump, was picked up then dropped off near the UN, by a group of strange men.)  The upshot was, while watching and hearing the laughter the fake president got at the UN.  The disguised President watching the disguised President on TV did not get the joke either.*



  • If that last part did not make any sense do not watch Fox News.  It will be better explained on CNN.  Also read Lost and UN-Profound written somewhere on this post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost and Un-profound

Everybody wants to tell a D. Trump story.  I have the  one about his alleged kidnapping.  That was earlier;  he’s back.  Think of the story is like listening to James Bond music by the National Philharmonic Orchestra.  It isn’t the real  soundtrack but the sound is the same.

It kind of started when a man that looked like Al Franken’s dad was found wandering around the White House.  The staff people, Pages, Congressmen, Secretaries, Senators and other White House employee’s that included the Security People.  These wonders of the Washington Elitist’s, noticed this “Mr. Franken” and just thought he was trying to get his son’s job back. Especially because he kept saying, “Yeah, screw me too.  How about that for a movement.”  Usually he was exiting or near a bathroom facility when the rant’s occurred.  No.  It was not the Trumpman in disguise.  He actually was kidnapped but soon released because the kidnappers just realized what the hell was the point.  Also the fact they got tired of hearing him tell them how great Donald Trump was.

So there you have the Donald Trump Kidnapping story.  Really not much to tell.  The kidnappers ended up paying the ransom.  A diet coke they beat out of a White House Soda machine.  You really don’t think the kidnappers would pay for the coke by going to the White House Cafeteria located behind the press room.  No.  They got the coke unethically.

The whole incident took about  forty five minutes to an hour.  Then the “Donald” ran into the man resembling  Al Franken’s dad and they ended up going golfing until lunch.  After that the un-missing president took a nap then got some ice cream and called it a day.

That is the story.  Except Kelly A. Conway ran into the two new pals and drove them to the golf course.  That got Kelly’s husband mad and they did not talk to each other for the rest of the afternoon.  They usually make up pretty quick.  Kelly’s husband is no dummy he knows she has a good job and tries not to make waves.  Just ripples once in awhile.

Eye of the Storm

Hurricanes, tornado’s, flash floods and other disasters we watch on TV’s news can be devastating.  I live in NC and was watching the updates on flooding when I noticed a thick white smoke coming over me.  While watching the news I forgot I had a pan of oil on pre-heating some breaded shrimp I was about to cook.  I grabbed the flaming pan and burned my hand.  Put the pan on the floor, opened the back screen door, picked up the pan again and chucked it out the door way.  It ended up in my back yard, which had about 1/4″ puddle there.  The pan burned for another 10 to 15 minutes before it ran out of oil.  It was canola oil and I must say it catches on fire quick and burns a while, so I recommend it for quick heating up but also quick fires.

My home was full of smoke but  over head fans and open doors helped the smoke go out of the house quickly.  The smoke alarm was ringing for a long time.  I could not get at it but it eventually it went off when the smoke cleared a lot.  Meanwhile my old cat hid behind the couch and would not move.  I had to abandon her and was trying all I could to get her to come out of the smoky filled living room.  Finally after almost 90% of the smoke cleared she finally emerged from her hiding place and seemed ok.  Instead of running out the door to get outside she ran to another room.  It is a  day later and she is fine and seems healthier then she was before the fire.  I wonder if she is smoking something when I leave her alone in the house.

No real damage to the house.  A little burn mark on my floor, not too noticeable; must have fire proof floor.  I just moved into the home and did not put in the floor so I am not sure what happened there.  Melted the light above the oven a bit, but can be replaced.  My house smells a lot like canola oil, which is an improvement because it now hides the smell of the cat litter pan.  There is a round burned out patch of grass where the pan landed and the water disappeared  fast after it stopped raining.

So beware when you are in a potential flood or disaster.    Pay attention and not make a disaster during a disaster by paying too much attention on the disaster happening than the disaster that happens when watching a disaster unfold.  If you have a cat and smoke.  I would also count your cigarettes from time to time to make sure the cat is not stealing one or two from time to time.  Oh!  Hide your cigarette lighters too.  I just noticed a few of mine are missing.

Thank you.  I feel it was my civic duty to write this and warn people in distressful situations.

 

 

Turning music into Reality.

I was enjoying music of Jefferson Airplane playing “White Rabbit” while relaxing on my front porch.  After the song ended a few minutes later 2 white albino rabbits showed up to eat some clover in my yard.

I was listening to Pink Floyd sing that song about money and won some money on a scratch off lottery ticket.

I was in my VW Beetle and singing along with “Born to be Wild” when all of a sudden a gathering of motorcycles passed me by.

Me and my gal were coming home from a night out when “The first time” quietly set up a romantic mood between us.  Resulting in moonlight and stars.

Just moved to NC and driving and dancing in my head to “Johnny Be Good” I turned a corner to drive into a Jazz and Blues Festival.

Out in my yard mowing the lawn, “Amazing Grace” playing on my earbuds, a funeral procession slowly drove past my spiritual thoughts.

Found an ol’ CD with the song. “Stoned Cowboy”.  Don’t remember much after playing that one.  Can’t even remember the name of the band or where I put the CD.

 

Memories firing

I am sitting here and all of a sudden my synaptic memory brain things begin firing and a memory appears.  In this memory I am a very young child in a store.  I am with my sisters and they give me this wind up toy.  My next memory  is I am in my back yard playing with my toy that is in a big steel bucket full of water.  I am laughing and enjoying all the splashing the toy’s flailing around in the water is making.

Skip to next memory and I am crying.  My sister is scolding me saying, “Its not a water toy stupid!”

Another memory fires and I am sitting with my sister and she is reading me a story about a cow, the moon and a spoon.  Somehow, why I am not sure, the cow jumps over the moon.  I cannot remember what the spoon did or why it was in the story.  Anyway.  I am excited about this feat the cow did.   My firing memory recalls that I asked my, older wiser sister, if cow can really jump over the moon?  Her  humorously reply was, “No it is just a silly story.”

My next memory pops up with me sitting on a hugh boulder jutting over a river.  There are millions if not billions of stars in the night sky.  Most importantly is that the moon is full and it looks like it is floating on the water.  A reflective memory to be sure also flowed thru my head that I had taken LSD earlier.

Slowly the story of the cow the moon and the spoon began to take shape in my  memory.  I memory myself standing up walking backwards.  Firing my memory at the same time, I also was judging how far the moon was in the sky.   My memory also had me measuring the distance from the rock to the moon floating on the water.  With all the enthusiasm  I could joyfully muster I, jumping like Peter Pan on Fairy dust.  I soar up and over the moon floating on the water.  I curl up hugging my self as I descend and cannonball land in shallow soft muddy river bottom water.  I felt pure in an enthusiastic euphoric spirit lifting way.  I had achieved what the cow could not.  I had jumped over the moon as it floated on the river.

I never did this again.  Maybe because I got sober and gave up drugs and alcohol.  Maybe because………..I gave up drugs and alcohol.  So I must relate do not try this at home.  Getting a boulder and getting a river to flow through your home is a tough thing to do.  Maybe!  One day if you and I sitting on a boulder jutting over a river.  If we are observing the  moon floating on the water.  Well!  Who knows what sober people are capable of doing in that situation.  Or for that matter a sober cow.