When viral reports began circulating a week or two ago about Haim Eshed, the 87 year-old former head of Israel’s Defense Ministry’s space directorate, I suspected it was all a hoax. And not a clever one. I didn’t rush to Snopes because Snopes is not even in the ballpark of unbiased information. Like Wikipedia, they […]I thought this one was a hoax
I took an Excedrin for the morning’s headache, got back in bed and did some Wim Hof Migraine Breathing. Three cheers for our pal, Mr. Hof!!! The pain vanished, and the caffeine took me back to the words of my dear mother, God rest her soul. “We live in a sex cult.” Yeah, right out […]The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism
Does the life inside my head, when I’m not writing, count as my Life?
Or do I have to go outside and be around people to observe and participate in that stuff in between writing for that to count as my Life?
Or does the time I’m just being empty-headed, doing and thinking nothing and not writing count as my Life?
I think it all counts. Thoughtforms tend to be phantasms but they’re really not ya know. The preponderance is on the action in our society but it’s not that way for writers. Thought forms are picked up by the mind and manifested into the cells of the body.
When the sky is gray, like today, or it’s snowing, all of nature brings a variation that causes lip licking and nose blowing with a temperamental euphoria that distinctly tastes like the air. I love the smell of the crisp air in Michigan winter. This is my life in between writing.
I just want to drink my Earl Grey tea and sit in my chair writing my latest musing. When my mind is swirling, my body won’t.
For now, watching the rhythmic drips from my roof out my window will do.
I roll around in my warm bed by myself like a dulcet silken bag of potential poetry spoken into an imaginary lovers ear. Or I could sing to him. I haven’t had that opportunity yet.
I’m happy…really. It’s abundant, nurturing, warm, and close to the earth.
I find the peacefulness of being by myself in a relationship with myself to be magical. I can surf the waves of words that sit below my navel and bring them up into my stomach to digest with my breakfast, then into my heart where my son, cute animals and gentle firemen reside and express it through the voice in my fingers.
Put me on a secure raft in some warm tropical waters and that’s where I am.
Sure, I have to cook, chew my food, do the dishes and take out the trash, but that is atmospheric seasoning to where my percipience is really focused.
My perception is in my body which is still feeling the dream I had last night like a crab secure in its loose-fitting, restful shell.
Only the inspiration of a local tree could suggest I stand up and walk out the door made from it’s relation. The trees get used and splintered for our delight with the fantasy of solid things. My world is really liquid, empty space full of potential.
I’m stalking a case for spring in the autumn of my middle age.
My assembled energy is diametrically opposite that of needing the validation of an amassed group of imposters pretending to agree so they can drink together later.
It’s not that I don’t like the group, or that I don’t occasionally have a very dry martini, I just don’t viscerally need the group. They get exhumed energy from each other; even demand it threatening social castigation, as though there would be any real loss there.
I haven’t figured out how to affix myself to a rumbling male in my present condition.
In addition, my mephitic eighteen-year-old son will be moving out of the house soon to go on his way to sow his oats and beans. My peaceful environment is proliferating.
As I think back on the men/mates I’ve adored and who have adored me, as vain as that sounds, it was called love at the time and then it turned into territorial civil war and possessive jealousy.
I’m pretty sure that uncorked behavior is common and some couples like it that way but some don’t. I don’t.
It’s just that, in this new paradigm of sitting in my body and owning myself, that adoration doesn’t feel like it’s all it’s cracked up to be.
It feels as though I’ve forged an alliance with a fawning cat whose nursing by pushing its paws into my chest.
Maybe it’s just the mood I’m in.
When a man starts to adore me he wants to own me, my time, and my body, like a puppy!
That’s been my experience with every man I’ve been with except this last guy I dated. He left me in the dog house neglected, but at least he didn’t bug me. I know there are all the ideas about giving your mate the space they need, but then the real emotions of amorous desire creep in.
“I want you”, “I adore you”, “I need you”, “I love you”, “I miss you” becomes a medieval prison!
I used to think I wanted to be adored by a man with high self-esteem and all the pheromones I need to be turned on, but now I’m not so sure.
I love my life, my work, my friends, and my home. Maybe all of that adoration would be oppressive! I’d have to respond after all or that would be rude.
I changed the title of my blog to finally focus (it’s an issue) on the topic I’ve written about the most over six years; intimacy between women and men and the societal earthquakes shaking up gender views. I also feel it’s a hot topic right now on every level. Being who I am my writing will include frank discussions about sex. 😊
My other writing will be turned into a book or booklet unless it gets trashed. It’s very cathartic to clean up one’s blog.
If anyone is interested in my site on holistic medicine and reiki it is also on here at;
Healthcare is another societal earthquake and my business remains busy as people change the perception of their bodies. I believe any further extended essays I write on intuition will be found at this site since intuition is biological and natural. Interesting dreams I have will be discussed there.
See you on here! I appreciate your posts and your appreciation of mine.
Heads up to my followers. I’ve added a new tab on the far right to my Homepage;
I will be creating books titled;
- Everyday Intuition
- Heartset as the Foundation for Mindset
- Re-Program Your Subconscious Mind
- Everyday Spirituality
- Balanced, Honest Sexuality
- Another Book of Prose
- Body Truth
You will see my posts disappearing one by one and then the collection of posts plus practical help will be added to the tab on the right for purchase.
I will also add an erotic thriller that does a take on NATURE as erotic, not necessarily women and men f*ing, as though we don’t already know what that’s about. I’m seeing more of the porn-type writing and prose on here and…well… I think I have a different idea, of course. I am following those blogs though to see if they keep the writing quality up and not just their genitalia. We’ll see. I know people, including myself, like passionate emotions and sensuous words so I’m going to play with that! Stay tuned.
Please look at this article by The Watchers before you read my post.
The finding comes from a campaign of almost weekly high-altitude balloon launches conducted by the students of Earth to Sky Calculus, Dr. Tony Phillips of SpaceWeather reports.
The Sun’s weakening magnetic field and flagging solar wind are not protecting us as usual from deep-space radiation. Earth to Sky balloon launches in multiple countries and US states show that this is a widespread phenomenon.
Therefore, we are literally in the throws of accurately assessing what is actually going on with our climate, in terms of the full picture.
DO HUMANS AFFECT THE CLIMATE? YEEEESS. And I never said we didn’t. And yes, we needed to change our ways yesterday. But humans, especially men and their hubris are NOT as powerful as the sun’s effect on the earth. We have no control over the sun and won’t. How can anyone rationally suggest that we could control the sun and thus our weather? It’s preposterous.
Let’s focus on what we can change on this planet and that is listening and talking to one another in a non-biased way. I’m not going to be a nice girl and be quiet when it comes to scientific fact and questions regarding the Earth. Nor will I listen to or respect religious or scientific dogma that isn’t based on empirical facts.
Gravity is not one of the Forces of Nature
Gravity is not a force, it’s a curve in space-time which are the four dimensions we see and feel on Earth according to Einsteins Theory of Relativity. I’m not stuck in Newtonian Science. If we are still assessing the Earth’s climate according to Newton, I’m not on the train.
General relativity provides a framework under which the laws of physics look the same for everyone at every moment, regardless of how they are moving. Einstein achieved this by making gravity a property of the universe, rather than of individual bodies.
General relativity describes gravity geometrically. The fabric of the universe – the four dimensions of space and time – is full of lumps and bumps created by the presence of mass and energy. This warping is unavoidable; whenever anything – be it you, me, a piece of space dust or a photon of light – tries to travel through the universe in a straight line, it actually follows a trajectory that is curved (like a woman!) by any mass and energy in the vicinity. The result of this curvature is what we think of as gravity. To look at it a slightly different way, gravity is not what one body does directly to another, but what a body’s mass does to the surrounding universe.
This takes me off course of my subject matter, intuition. However, I work in a field of science; biology and healthcare, so, I do appreciate all aspects of science and study cell biology, physics, and Tzolkin Cosmology or Time Science. My intuition doesn’t need to tell me what statistics show and that is, when women participate in a discourse on science, the men prefer if we’re quiet. Well, sometimes we don’t get our way.
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Time fades into oblivion
One memory, one vision of you and I feel whole again.
I remember your voice, your smell, the feel of you next to me.
In time, it was so long ago, yet to my mind, it was yesterday.
My love for you is as natural as my heartbeat.
Here’s some romance for you…
Today is actually a Catholic Feast day of St. Valentine. He was a Catholic martyr of course, and as it says below, he was beaten with clubs, beheaded, buried at night in secret, and dug up by his followers.
His crime was voicing his dissent at the Romans because the young men were forbidden to marry young women. Instead, the Romans made it a priority that young men become soldiers for their wars. You know, “Make war, not love”, the opposite of what the hippies said in the ’60s.
Well, sex, reproduction, gender balance, honoring nature, loving and taking care of the body, those are women’s values. The Romans were busy making sure patriarchy, the rule of rich, white men came to the fore.
Working-class men became fodder for capitalism, the military-industrial complex, materialism, the draft, and war. The Romans started it and it continues today in modern society.
If men had been allowed to fulfill their role by nature in balance with women they would have been taught and allowed to love women, love, and care for their own body, value being a father, learn the values of monogamy, not polyamory, and find balance between the work they loved and the family they loved.
That’s all been ripped apart for men and by association, women.
Men are used as much by the system that oppresses them as they oppress women. The system uses men to keep women down and I doubt the men even know it.
The historical proof of this is in the life of St. Valentine who advocated for Love between women and men and was killed for it by The State.
Patriarchy has brainwashed men into believing that they are not to love women, that women aren’t to be trusted, and their highest destiny is in aligning with the powers of church and state. The truth is, we’re called and made to love each other. Roman society killed that.
The birth of misogyny and the failure of gender equity is what Valentine’s Day is really commemorating and it is as Okoto Enigma says, “An apocalypse of Love”.
Women continue to directly suffer for it by lack of loving bond in sex with men if we’re straight. Also, not being paid the same amount of money for the same quality of work. So not only are we deprived physically and emotionally but monetarily as well.
Thanks for trying St. Valentine but the arrow is still stuck in our hearts.