Fewer Blog Posts

I absolutely appreciate Melissa and Yolanda’s daily attention to my multiple daily posts. Big thanks. I have a total of 2500 posts on here now.

However, the last 5 days my views have really dropped. Even with multiple posts. I have no incentive to keep giving time and effort to this important subject matter if people ignore it, for whatever reason.

I’m off to do more writing and tagging. ✍️ Good luck finding what you’re looking for.

Lisa T. Red 13 Cosmic Skywalker. An Initiating tribe. 🧐🥳💯💪✌️

Colossus

Sharing a fellow bloggers post; from Fauxcroft

Seek to stand with your feet upon mountains Standing astride like a colossus of life, Viewing life and seeking the balance Seeing where there is destruction, And seeing where there is life evolving And then feeling the power within your soul, Then connect with the environment and with nature Then become one with the universe […]

Colossus

Breaking Shackles Of The Ocean Of Conditioned Society

This is a shared post by a fellow blogger. I didn’t write it.

Have you ever drowned in the ocean of society? Having tasted the emptiness of positions and perks, society roles and responsibilities? Hypocrisy breeds yet ironically aren’t we all immersed somewhere in this conditioned ideology? Aren’t we always in a hurry and frantically running to fulfil the dreams fueled by this toxic energy? Dreams manufactured […]

Breaking Shackles Of The Ocean Of Conditioned Society

I thought this one was a hoax

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

The sex sense – an alien perspective on love and reductionism

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

Mindset; Life in Between Writing

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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.

Prose; Liquid Saturday

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.

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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.

Prose; Adoration Be Damned

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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.

Did you notice?

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;

https://medicalmassagegr.com

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.

Lisa T.

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