In the video, I tell a sweet story about Margaret Anna Alice celebrating a round-number birthday, bittersweet as her first after losing her beloved, Michael. Margaret is living proof that the miracle isn't good things happening, but might be bad things happening in the best possible way.
Her grief has brought a community together, locally and in the real world here online ;-) At the celebration, connections were made and speeches were given. One person talked about her having equal lines on her fingerprint for logic and intuition, matching her INT/FP personality reading as equally balanced between thinking and feeling. And Margaret described this as passion and compassion, which I thought was beautiful, and stole in my piece.
What I mixed up was that their long-time friend and photographer gave the speech in which he said that Margaret elevated everyone she met. So true! And matched exactly what I wanted to say about the Christ, and how it's making everyone around you a little bit more alive, a little more in focus as a real person. The self-described 'recovering pharmacist' was a new but deep connection. And so, when her mom went into the health crisis she's dealing with now, he was the perfect person to help with the potential antibiotic complications.
Again, not a good thing happening. But if it had to happen, the synchronicity of the connection bodes well, I'm hoping and predicting. And wishing her mom a full recovery to more vibrant health than before. And if 2024 has been a shitshow for you, as it has been for so many, I hope it brings to a resolution any lingering issues in a way that reminds you how competent you are and how much others love you. As well they should, you lovable, adorable God-spark, you!
Oh, I like that, Philip! We are the living Word of God, one Word that speaks the World into being. The real World, the eternal World, not this one of death and transience. We can love that real World into being with every kind word.
I was reading Tobias Langdon on Unz, who I don't ordinarily like, but I thought he was talking about the "Psychic Unity of Mankind, namely, that all races, from Swedes to Somalis, from Tibetans to Tongans, have the same fundamental psychology and cognitive potential. According to leftists, it’s nurture, not nature, that explains why, for centuries, tiny numbers of Jews have effortlessly outperformed vast numbers of Blacks in cognitively demanding fields like science, mathematics and chess."
Although thrown by his word 'leftists,' I thought he'd summarized my position although I'd add morality, inherent goodness as a person, rather than arbitrary measures of 'intelligence' like chess and math--since people who excel at both may be playing 'the devil's chessboard' and causing exponential suffering.
And then I reread that he 'used to think' this way. Now he recognizes the superiority of white people like him. As does someone I was arguing with on Laurent Guyenot's post about whether Noah was "the beauty of a hero with his family trying to reimpose the good, the true and the beautiful." When I brought up his curse of Canaan and Ham that's justified slavery, he argued that black slaves had cushy lives in the South and "Those "people" are violent apes who are actually much farther removed from us genetically than many other creatures in the kingdom of life who are regarded as different species."
If the purpose of wokism is to create a market for white male supremacism, and ridicule the concept of spiritual unity, it's working! On another note, in looking for something else, I found the junk mail sprites had suddenly been claiming you for their own. I wrested them back into my inbox but perhaps it was a hidden gift. My other holiday miracle was getting my open tabs down to zero!
When we begin to recognize that we are all Consciousness, that we have all been all things, male, female, all races, all "colors", rich, poor - maybe then we will realize that we are all connected. That we are all interconnected with each other, and have been since the beginning of time.
The separation has only been an illusion to allow Consciousness to explore itself in all its vast expressions.
I love those questions you asked your daughters before bed. What a great invitation to self-reflection. And yes, so agree, it's temporary, we learn, we let go what doesn't serve us to keep, and move on.
Your eyes were particularly lit with 'spark' in this video and that makes me happy - we are free to continue to play, even with serious agendas afoot.
And I love that today is actually NY Eve! Yes, let's start 2025 tomorrow. I'm going to remember to toss compliments as confetti (great image) and be more mindful of how we speak the World into existence.
To that end, wishing you and everyone more of what we want - community, kindness, creativity and connection - as we watch what doesn't serve us (aka the control matrix) continue to dismantle.
Thank you so much, Kathleen. Yes, those bedtime questions were a real connection, especially because the girls were all piled into one bed (two singles made into a king) with me. The first was about gratitude, and recognizing the kindness of other people. The second was recognizing that they were kind to others. Yes, it 'tricked' them into doing nice things they could then 'brag' about. But it also reminded them that they were loving.
The third was often a way of apologizing without blaming themselves. "I didn't mean for this to hurt their feelings, but after I said it, I wish I had done that differently." So it turned the hurt into a mistake, not something done that was 'bad.'
I did feel that spark making the video. I thought about recording it the night before but felt my spark wasn't as bright by the end of the day.
And thank you also for that response to my naysayer ;-) I woke up thinking of how I was going to respond but yours was much, much better.
I didn’t realize I had missed so many posts and here I am reading this two weeks passed Christmas. But you being up platapuses (platapusii? Platapodes? ) and I have a special relationship with that word and would ya just wipe the saliva dripping down my chin with their art and look at Apocalyptimists go, and well, 2025 is all about What’s the Best That Could Happen?!?
I see an interesting philosophical option you opened here, a doorway and a frame standing alone in the liminal shores between the truth of narration and the fallacy of narrative. we can wonder what's behind door 1. Or not.
As to a street name. For some reason capote's play came to mind: where carets desire. Oops. Typo. A street coveted by desire. Nope. Now what was it?
Hmmm. Something there -- where and what though -- with desire being akin to curiosity.
So... perhaps you might adding curiosity to the carattown. Caratberg? Caratville?
All the best with what is changing this season. Everything is changing.
That's a great image, Guy, thank you for that. And, if I can elaborate the metaphor, if we go through door #2 into the false narrative, we never get back to the threshold where we see door #1. We already have the answer so we don't ask the question.
Haha, a Guy street named desire? Or non-desire? And a car named Stella? Maybe your Oaxaca house should have a hot tin roof, cats optional.
I'd love to see how you'd lay out your neighborhood, with all the more people-friendly examples you have around. Apocaloptimist Lane is based around my block here, which I like because it creates sheltered streets with little traffic because they don't go through to anywhere. Mark mentioned that his tiny house now only has three neighbors, up a meandering dirt road. So I hope to see the concept expanded for communities in different landscapes. What would Guy Town be?
you mean i get to design my own town-scape? i missed that in my quick read. how to approach that? where i am now, with a single dusty road, bulls, goats, chickens, donkey, geese, turkeys — and a few scattered people often helmetless on motorcycles or open windowed cars more than 30 years old under a now rainless mostly cloudless sky free of chemtrails? and what about, what to do with, the raft of dogs that gather their voices in the night to bay and bay and bay with animal joy? and the hyper-vigilant cats and their odd appearance flitting in and out of my sight like the birds and rodents the cats covet amidst the spiked and drought-killed grand dead pine trees, cacti, wild orchids and an abundance of plant life? although more frequent than cats are the variety of birds, what about them? and let me include the two kinds of scorpions, lizards and the most rare snake: how to make them and those and that into the cityscape of a something that money, carated or not, not cannot create like the carrot cake calling me with or without the cream cheese?
i also find myself puzzled in this door waylaid liminal space, is from whence is door #2!? surely there is one, the singularity with the two janus (january) faces? and what about being adored or adorned with a double sided door standing alone, framed as important, with liminal shore-line space? my mind meanders to the one, no not neo in flights of fancy between synaptic nuerolinks, no the first number one — well, not *the* first number one, just that simple questioning from a numbered one imprisoned in liminality and who cries out even in his sleep, when not shouting to the sky, who is number one?! https://youtu.be/nW-bFGzNMXw
and then to ask the further question of myself, not the sky or the sheep or the dogs or the cats: how do i know that i'm not a number?! one of a number stepping between nought and one, caught and undone only when, perhaps, my number's up? hhhhh. one-up?
all the best with what is changing. everything changes! with peace, respect, love and exuberant joy.
With that poetic description, I think there are many who'd like to move to your 'hood, not least to experience your wisdom and word play.
On the doors, I think we often don't know we've gone through one because we take the interior of that post-liminal space as all there is. With community economics, we never step back out of the door to ask who should be the default owner of the houses when they change hands. So we hand that over to the bankers and debate endlessly about petty taxes (by comparison).
With religion, we've already stepped through the door that assumes the world is real and then retrofits God or no-God to the world. With Jesus, we've already stepped through the door that the Christ is a single historical individual who has powers that we don't. So I love the metaphor of stepping back out and seeing the other door.
Those were all very fun! How nice to get a playlist in the comment thread. Funky Porcini was NOT what I expected from the serious title. The Amy Macdonald cover really floored me! I might like it even better than the original, and I was already a fan.
Teresa...beautiful enervated lost soul..we hardly knew you...now we know you've gone off the deep end..oatmeal hamburger new age occult stupidity doesn't suit you..good bye..and Merry Christmas anyway**
Not that Tereza needs any defending, but your Christmas greeting lacks sincerity given its preceding insults.
'lost soul','gone off the deep end', 'oatmeal hamburger new age occult stupidity' doesn't describe Tereza in the least.
So at least you were right about 'hardly knew you'.
Here's how I translated your comment, Seismic7: "This post threatens my beliefs and so my only move is to insult you."
I wonder why? Tereza and I don't agree on everything and why would we? I don't have to attack her over our differences. Your comments of course, say far more about you than her.
Jesus Christ isn’t a person, he’s the son of God. I agree that most all religions in his name have been distorted by the hands of people. Get yourself a good ESV or KJV and read it yourself rather than relying on any churches interpretation of the word.
We are living miracles of the truth. Treasure the magic.
I agree 100% with your last statement, Ubetcha. If JC is the son of God, what is your relationship to God? I think that the story of Jesus disowned the rest of us as either permanent juveniles (children) or daughters, who never counted in the first place.
It's reading the Bible for myself and doing a decade of research on it, with an int'l coalition of Bible scholars, that led to my conclusion that Jesus is a fictional character written for malevolent purposes. That wasn't their conclusion, btw. The very scholars whose work made that evident to me didn't, couldn't, see where the facts they presented led.
In the near future, I'll be presenting some very disturbing history of the origins of Jesus-centric Christianity. I believe that you are the son of God and a good person, who is projecting your goodness onto a story that thwarts it. That story has manipulated people into doing some of the most horrific acts in recorded history. You are the living miracle, and the Christ is all around you. That's our treasure.
In the video, I tell a sweet story about Margaret Anna Alice celebrating a round-number birthday, bittersweet as her first after losing her beloved, Michael. Margaret is living proof that the miracle isn't good things happening, but might be bad things happening in the best possible way.
Her grief has brought a community together, locally and in the real world here online ;-) At the celebration, connections were made and speeches were given. One person talked about her having equal lines on her fingerprint for logic and intuition, matching her INT/FP personality reading as equally balanced between thinking and feeling. And Margaret described this as passion and compassion, which I thought was beautiful, and stole in my piece.
What I mixed up was that their long-time friend and photographer gave the speech in which he said that Margaret elevated everyone she met. So true! And matched exactly what I wanted to say about the Christ, and how it's making everyone around you a little bit more alive, a little more in focus as a real person. The self-described 'recovering pharmacist' was a new but deep connection. And so, when her mom went into the health crisis she's dealing with now, he was the perfect person to help with the potential antibiotic complications.
Again, not a good thing happening. But if it had to happen, the synchronicity of the connection bodes well, I'm hoping and predicting. And wishing her mom a full recovery to more vibrant health than before. And if 2024 has been a shitshow for you, as it has been for so many, I hope it brings to a resolution any lingering issues in a way that reminds you how competent you are and how much others love you. As well they should, you lovable, adorable God-spark, you!
Excellent!
When we recognize ourselves as the Word, our perception will be transformed.
Oh, I like that, Philip! We are the living Word of God, one Word that speaks the World into being. The real World, the eternal World, not this one of death and transience. We can love that real World into being with every kind word.
I was reading Tobias Langdon on Unz, who I don't ordinarily like, but I thought he was talking about the "Psychic Unity of Mankind, namely, that all races, from Swedes to Somalis, from Tibetans to Tongans, have the same fundamental psychology and cognitive potential. According to leftists, it’s nurture, not nature, that explains why, for centuries, tiny numbers of Jews have effortlessly outperformed vast numbers of Blacks in cognitively demanding fields like science, mathematics and chess."
Although thrown by his word 'leftists,' I thought he'd summarized my position although I'd add morality, inherent goodness as a person, rather than arbitrary measures of 'intelligence' like chess and math--since people who excel at both may be playing 'the devil's chessboard' and causing exponential suffering.
And then I reread that he 'used to think' this way. Now he recognizes the superiority of white people like him. As does someone I was arguing with on Laurent Guyenot's post about whether Noah was "the beauty of a hero with his family trying to reimpose the good, the true and the beautiful." When I brought up his curse of Canaan and Ham that's justified slavery, he argued that black slaves had cushy lives in the South and "Those "people" are violent apes who are actually much farther removed from us genetically than many other creatures in the kingdom of life who are regarded as different species."
If the purpose of wokism is to create a market for white male supremacism, and ridicule the concept of spiritual unity, it's working! On another note, in looking for something else, I found the junk mail sprites had suddenly been claiming you for their own. I wrested them back into my inbox but perhaps it was a hidden gift. My other holiday miracle was getting my open tabs down to zero!
When we begin to recognize that we are all Consciousness, that we have all been all things, male, female, all races, all "colors", rich, poor - maybe then we will realize that we are all connected. That we are all interconnected with each other, and have been since the beginning of time.
The separation has only been an illusion to allow Consciousness to explore itself in all its vast expressions.
And very pleased that you "found" me once again.
I love those questions you asked your daughters before bed. What a great invitation to self-reflection. And yes, so agree, it's temporary, we learn, we let go what doesn't serve us to keep, and move on.
Your eyes were particularly lit with 'spark' in this video and that makes me happy - we are free to continue to play, even with serious agendas afoot.
And I love that today is actually NY Eve! Yes, let's start 2025 tomorrow. I'm going to remember to toss compliments as confetti (great image) and be more mindful of how we speak the World into existence.
To that end, wishing you and everyone more of what we want - community, kindness, creativity and connection - as we watch what doesn't serve us (aka the control matrix) continue to dismantle.
Happy New Year, Tereza. Keep doing you. XOXO.🎉
Thank you so much, Kathleen. Yes, those bedtime questions were a real connection, especially because the girls were all piled into one bed (two singles made into a king) with me. The first was about gratitude, and recognizing the kindness of other people. The second was recognizing that they were kind to others. Yes, it 'tricked' them into doing nice things they could then 'brag' about. But it also reminded them that they were loving.
The third was often a way of apologizing without blaming themselves. "I didn't mean for this to hurt their feelings, but after I said it, I wish I had done that differently." So it turned the hurt into a mistake, not something done that was 'bad.'
I did feel that spark making the video. I thought about recording it the night before but felt my spark wasn't as bright by the end of the day.
And thank you also for that response to my naysayer ;-) I woke up thinking of how I was going to respond but yours was much, much better.
Beautiful post! ❤️💕
Thank you so much, Heather!
I didn’t realize I had missed so many posts and here I am reading this two weeks passed Christmas. But you being up platapuses (platapusii? Platapodes? ) and I have a special relationship with that word and would ya just wipe the saliva dripping down my chin with their art and look at Apocalyptimists go, and well, 2025 is all about What’s the Best That Could Happen?!?
And doing everything wrong and having it turn out exactly right!
hola, tereza.
I see an interesting philosophical option you opened here, a doorway and a frame standing alone in the liminal shores between the truth of narration and the fallacy of narrative. we can wonder what's behind door 1. Or not.
As to a street name. For some reason capote's play came to mind: where carets desire. Oops. Typo. A street coveted by desire. Nope. Now what was it?
Hmmm. Something there -- where and what though -- with desire being akin to curiosity.
So... perhaps you might adding curiosity to the carattown. Caratberg? Caratville?
All the best with what is changing this season. Everything is changing.
That's a great image, Guy, thank you for that. And, if I can elaborate the metaphor, if we go through door #2 into the false narrative, we never get back to the threshold where we see door #1. We already have the answer so we don't ask the question.
Haha, a Guy street named desire? Or non-desire? And a car named Stella? Maybe your Oaxaca house should have a hot tin roof, cats optional.
I'd love to see how you'd lay out your neighborhood, with all the more people-friendly examples you have around. Apocaloptimist Lane is based around my block here, which I like because it creates sheltered streets with little traffic because they don't go through to anywhere. Mark mentioned that his tiny house now only has three neighbors, up a meandering dirt road. So I hope to see the concept expanded for communities in different landscapes. What would Guy Town be?
hola.
you mean i get to design my own town-scape? i missed that in my quick read. how to approach that? where i am now, with a single dusty road, bulls, goats, chickens, donkey, geese, turkeys — and a few scattered people often helmetless on motorcycles or open windowed cars more than 30 years old under a now rainless mostly cloudless sky free of chemtrails? and what about, what to do with, the raft of dogs that gather their voices in the night to bay and bay and bay with animal joy? and the hyper-vigilant cats and their odd appearance flitting in and out of my sight like the birds and rodents the cats covet amidst the spiked and drought-killed grand dead pine trees, cacti, wild orchids and an abundance of plant life? although more frequent than cats are the variety of birds, what about them? and let me include the two kinds of scorpions, lizards and the most rare snake: how to make them and those and that into the cityscape of a something that money, carated or not, not cannot create like the carrot cake calling me with or without the cream cheese?
i also find myself puzzled in this door waylaid liminal space, is from whence is door #2!? surely there is one, the singularity with the two janus (january) faces? and what about being adored or adorned with a double sided door standing alone, framed as important, with liminal shore-line space? my mind meanders to the one, no not neo in flights of fancy between synaptic nuerolinks, no the first number one — well, not *the* first number one, just that simple questioning from a numbered one imprisoned in liminality and who cries out even in his sleep, when not shouting to the sky, who is number one?! https://youtu.be/nW-bFGzNMXw
and then to ask the further question of myself, not the sky or the sheep or the dogs or the cats: how do i know that i'm not a number?! one of a number stepping between nought and one, caught and undone only when, perhaps, my number's up? hhhhh. one-up?
all the best with what is changing. everything changes! with peace, respect, love and exuberant joy.
🙏❤️🧘♂️🙌☯️🙌🧘♂️❤️🙏
With that poetic description, I think there are many who'd like to move to your 'hood, not least to experience your wisdom and word play.
On the doors, I think we often don't know we've gone through one because we take the interior of that post-liminal space as all there is. With community economics, we never step back out of the door to ask who should be the default owner of the houses when they change hands. So we hand that over to the bankers and debate endlessly about petty taxes (by comparison).
With religion, we've already stepped through the door that assumes the world is real and then retrofits God or no-God to the world. With Jesus, we've already stepped through the door that the Christ is a single historical individual who has powers that we don't. So I love the metaphor of stepping back out and seeing the other door.
hola, tereza.
it would seem some playful muse has come to town, wanting me to dance in the street and other places!
she's come undone by the guess who: https://youtu.be/AL0xci_rGXs
dancing in the wind by jenn grant: https://youtu.be/oBk4UUyb7SQ (likely new to you a brilliant canadian singer-song writer likely unknown in the usa)
dancing in the street orginal with martha and the vandallas: https://youtu.be/68Uv959QuCg
dancing in the dark covered by amy macdonald: https://youtu.be/xQGmyOgnXsQ
dancing barefoot by patti smith: https://youtu.be/ZKIWYddocpA
and to close with something different and that i find fun. maybe you will too and can take it to your dance group.
how banking works by funky porcini: https://youtu.be/ie-WwlxxtAI
happy solstice and the new year too!
Those were all very fun! How nice to get a playlist in the comment thread. Funky Porcini was NOT what I expected from the serious title. The Amy Macdonald cover really floored me! I might like it even better than the original, and I was already a fan.
🙏❤️🙏
i like that cover too, very much! and i did think you might enjoy the funky-bank juxtaposition.
Teresa...beautiful enervated lost soul..we hardly knew you...now we know you've gone off the deep end..oatmeal hamburger new age occult stupidity doesn't suit you..good bye..and Merry Christmas anyway**
Not that Tereza needs any defending, but your Christmas greeting lacks sincerity given its preceding insults.
'lost soul','gone off the deep end', 'oatmeal hamburger new age occult stupidity' doesn't describe Tereza in the least.
So at least you were right about 'hardly knew you'.
Here's how I translated your comment, Seismic7: "This post threatens my beliefs and so my only move is to insult you."
I wonder why? Tereza and I don't agree on everything and why would we? I don't have to attack her over our differences. Your comments of course, say far more about you than her.
Jesus Christ isn’t a person, he’s the son of God. I agree that most all religions in his name have been distorted by the hands of people. Get yourself a good ESV or KJV and read it yourself rather than relying on any churches interpretation of the word.
We are living miracles of the truth. Treasure the magic.
I agree 100% with your last statement, Ubetcha. If JC is the son of God, what is your relationship to God? I think that the story of Jesus disowned the rest of us as either permanent juveniles (children) or daughters, who never counted in the first place.
It's reading the Bible for myself and doing a decade of research on it, with an int'l coalition of Bible scholars, that led to my conclusion that Jesus is a fictional character written for malevolent purposes. That wasn't their conclusion, btw. The very scholars whose work made that evident to me didn't, couldn't, see where the facts they presented led.
In the near future, I'll be presenting some very disturbing history of the origins of Jesus-centric Christianity. I believe that you are the son of God and a good person, who is projecting your goodness onto a story that thwarts it. That story has manipulated people into doing some of the most horrific acts in recorded history. You are the living miracle, and the Christ is all around you. That's our treasure.
THE BOOK YOUR CHURCH DOESN’T WANT YOU TO READ by Tim C. Leedom.
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