Function Stacking

 

Would you mind sitting with me in the grass, it’s a bit damp and you bum might get cold and your clothes wet, you might even get dirt on your pants, it’s ok, relax. 

I was at the optometrist where I always have interesting conversations as the middle aged children of the boomers help and guide their aging parents in their later years. Rows of lenses all in premade plastic frames line the wall as you enter. There is a conversation I walk in on as I mind a political nuisance with white hair that I think might have been possessed, I’m not joking; I heard a strange utterance under her breath that only the odd ones out can hear. She thought she was loving and saw something in me, she saw a reflection of her self when she looked upon me and assumed she understood me as one of her tribe but deep inside she saw the truth and said as much. Her opinions were all wrong as I had declared at my arrival out loud but I had given none of my own except my sovereignty.

The lenses on the walls looked back at me empty of perspective but to correct the readers vision. 

The grass is soft isn’t it? I have to dead head the petunias over there to keep the plant flowering, it’s tedious work but worth the view and it keeps the plant healthy if watered and fed properly. 

We went for a walk in the smokies this weekend, a place you might say would be in the middle of no where, with the rushing river and waterfalls as the path slopped up the mountain gradually. A long the path were places of life that will only exist right there, until it’s able to seed or transplant, to continue existence…the birch tree that fell years ago wearing a sweater of moss with tiny delicate flowers next to rock weeping with joy at the butterflies and bees puddling. Small ecosystems I could step upon if I so desired. They know we exist just as we know they exist. 

Watch the ant and it looks like it has no idea where it’s going but in the ants reality it’s following a path set with messages here and there. You assume they are unaware of you and I might ask why?

Lay down on the grass and look into the softened blue sky and watch the hatch that’s flying around above you…aware vs nature.

What else can you see as the sun shines down upon you enlightening Terra for you? All the planets and the stars still look upon you even though the sun hides your vision of the darkened sky.

 The above is a pulled out version of a minuscule part of the universe

it's a plantation house and grounds plan from a book

The page curves as you turn the page to another plan

Most of all can you See the symbiotic nature of adoption and transplantation done correctly vs incorrectly

and no you can not go back in time

The more we look in the less we look out

There are bunches of these plans and some are identical and fall in line

others are freeform

The grass is dry and warm now and if you look between the blades you will see matter that has reached it's max potential and ow will become energy/food for new growth max potential, it's always with heat this happens for in the cold if we don't stop moving we stop...cold. 

It's much more calming to talk of nurture more over than human nature.

What I really want to say it's all the same you, are thinking the wrong way.  

When you look into the sky tonight peer west you might see the Charioteer with Jupiter, Mars and the moon.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Scapular

 

To those who know the burden of the world upon their shoulders when they were draped upon you, you are reminded you are not alone for she will guard your heart and attached to one square there is the other separate but attached when not worn and when worn magic befolds.

Off thoughts to spin around

The pineal gland

how the deer communicate

the theory of everything

God

Atheists intrigue me as do those that have a strange cognitive dissonance with their faith

Why do people think God has to be only Good? and if He isn't only Good then you don't want him?

I can hear a flock of geese quacking above me as they fly east.

What happened to the Scottish and their rites?

I have a great deal of dead heading in front of me.

Other people, "I read kierkegaard and he says, 'yada, yada, yada', (dear person in the future, yada 'jada' is a Norwegian expression, someone like me speaks a sort of pigeon language of all sorts, as I shout love to mi hijo's y mi mija's, alhamdulillah).

Me, "We have a big problem and we have to prepare. Get all your houses in order not a speck left behind. Spring is about to raise in summer daze."

Aslo me, "and also don't worry for what will be will be and in the end God will sort it out."

Me again some more, "and that doesn't mean you don't have to take care of business here on this plane. Leave it better than you found it to the best of your real ability (as in, figure it out and do the right thing no half j. o. b. s.)

There really are so many distractions with purposes to cause harm all around and everywhere.  

Anyway, the thin lace veil over the face, a webbing to confuse the see or does it See more through the glimmers of vision into the smoke and over the passage of water.

Now on to el Papa, el Papa is dead, long live the Pope and may the next one be of the True old Faith.

A foundation of all reality and a gate way that is secure.

I love Mondays. 

enjoy

Spectrum Shades

 

The seamstress in the banyan tree with arms that root deep and grow more trunks, and root deep and grow more trunks, and root deep and grow more trunks, gathered the everything here and there, she knew it would not match but she knew she could make it go. 

A back drop of 500 spectrum shades of new spring green that shimmered when under the light rains of water that came from the sky, the sparkle of a barracuda just below the surface of the calm waiting sea.

22 5

9:36

I had no idea math was so much fun…when I say math I mean theory stuff.

Chickenhawk

 

Some people count their chickens before their eggs hatch

Some people count their chickens when their eggs hatch

Some people count their chickens after a chickenhawk fly by

Some other people count their chickens only after they have satiated the well fed beast.

The Recipe

 

Easter 

MMXXV

The Recipe

Positive EE 

The morning of the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection I stood under the electrical lines, crosses of miscommunication for you all to bear. The celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection was called, 'Easter Sun Rise Service'. 

The cross of electricity stood tall

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, that thought he knew what he was saying as he made sure he used his magic words of names called out in service to make one feel welcome. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, as he bounced around a rapture story I found out where I was, amidst a group of pagans that prayed to Jesus not God in True. 

Behind the man in a bright orange pull over with a 3/4 zipper pull(?), denim pants I hope I recall correctly, and trainers on his feet, in their place of the cross where you should feel the weight of the shadow, the birds sung so loudly as if in warning, drowning the words of the man that knew not what he was saying as he pulled the flock along.

Did he follow the recipe?

the earth shook below their sandaled feet

whispers here

whispers there

now a shout

hear out loud

they could see it now

 as the Sun shined wide

the men looked at the woman 

the witch that she was

and write it down and cross it out

bury it deep

in the dark

for none to See

One day it would all Be 

no more hiding a tale to read

Polish Raisin Bread 

total failure  

My sisters came out lovely; it's the one in the back ground in a bag, a perfect shape and crumb. 

Now where to put the blame for my failure.

Altitude?

Yeast?

Did I follow the recipe?

No.

Now let me tell you a story

The first batch I had made the night before is on the right, it was the texture of corn meal and tasted of something that had fermented a tad bit too long.

The second batch on the left I made Easter morning after seeing my first failure. 

The first batch doesn't have a story but one of a first try I had a gut feeling wouldn't work out.

The second batch though...

Back home from the celebration anniversary of the S0n rising in resurrection, I draped my new spring green and cream check apron with embroidered hummingbirds and one practical pocket, gift from my Nazarene Mother over my head, pulled the ties around my back and to the front, and secured them tightly to hold my tool towel in place.  

One golden earphone in listening and watching on my tiny screen wondering if eyes were watching back, Paula White, Senior Advisor to President Trump for the White House Office of Faith, Easter Service live on X as I prepared and kneaded the dough. 

This first Easter I have gotten to celebrate with my parents in what feels like a hundred years, I wanted to do my best as I listened confused to this woman that said she preached the word of God as she took one sentence from this book another from a different one and then yet a book they claim relation, to form a story that made no sense, but I stuck around for her asking for your $. 

Did she follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe?

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

I kneaded and pulled

No stretch could I find

Did I follow the recipe? 

It failed so I did something wrong. 

Practice is what we do

with a recipe tried and True

Words of Adam spun

In a time of the shun

A cloth to sew

A future to create 

False Flag

 

Nothing is evergreen 

unless it's perhaps over seeded

 then may nay not a false seed is planted

Evergreen 

Evergreen 

Evergreen

 like a parasite it grows to be seen. 

Tri-level Chess

 

“When the chess game is over, the pawns, rooks, knights, bishops, kings, and queens all go back into the same box.”-Italian proverb.

Except we all know that’s not true, some stuff gets thrown out if it is unfixable and if you are like me you find interesting ideas for what to do with what’s left behind-Death