Understand that by doing so you will come alive and each day to set off to live fully with love being your greatest motivator. To many walk around as a ritual without much meaning, They ponder on the sicknesses of the world rather that the love offered. Times of death is the greatest ritual of all, they go with the body falling apart yet they know not that life even in physical dying is still there if you are aware of it. Live knowing you are leaving one place to go to my spiritual Home, providing your true self spirit wishes to exist.. You can see life on earth as just a place of rituals and being controlled or even stealing others lives by control, but I tell you now come and speak with me within, walk with me and decide that you are going to be free to live your joy and be a light for others. My love for you overflows if you are prepared to open to me and not get jailed by the rituals of death. When your time comes to pass over let your spirit know its a passing not the end and when you do that you will take a active spirit of truth and be on your way for preparation for a active life and love of who you are remains. In one of the books recorded it spoke of Martha the housekeeper as going about her ritual, and complaining about Mary at my feet with expensive perfume while the work was not being done. Dear Martha was so hard working but her spirit was not awake to whom I was but Mary was aware her spirit completely took over in gratitude and the love I was and whom was going to be away not to be back in that physical time. I was to die. Mary completely surrendered to her spirit, and ritual 🕊
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom for many a May
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand – Did one but know!
Mister Magoo Theory
That desperate person
clinging on to a
blinding smoky vision
embedded in the
swinging near miss
of a guillotine,
doctors all evidence
for prime time.
We know that
down to the demise
of our closest loved ones,
and into the river
and tides that
and yet simultaneously
guide our lack
of vision away
from that level of healing.
We know how to see,
but as of yet
choose not too
as we avert devastation
through the blinded,
link between manifestation
and real life.
©cmd 2018 [aka o.monger]
…..Hallucination….. The warm sunshine of the morning appears to remind our young love. Innocent love of prime time like petrichor can be felt even today if you look as I used to hook your image in mind. I know, nobody will bring you back and I wish you return as your memories appears suddenly sometimes with warm sunshine, and sometimes I begin to miss you as the most necessary task of mine. You tell me too what you did missing to me. Whether same is the sun rises in your city. Or is it just the hallucination that the sun rises to shine and sets to shed you with me everyday. Abhishek Kumar Shandilya
Australian BOHO Artist Steven Twomey
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“A LUNAR DESIGN PATTERN!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Keep The Excitement Going!” 🙂 May 25, 2018 – Friday.
Life is designed (pause)
To mostly excite!
To put you to sleep – and wish-you-(a)-GOOD-NIGHT!
And rouse you, still tired, from your little bed,
And put you to work, (pause)
“Stan – ding-on-your-head!”
And, of-course, we’re-all-excited – for the end of the day,
So, we can go HOME – in-an-excitable-way!
THE PROMISES(?): (1) Drinks; (2) A-good-meal; and (3) a “lay,”
“Tucked-in” for the day.
So, WHY SHOULD YOU WONDER – WHY-YOU WISH-FOR-VACATIONS?
You-just-wanna-relax (?) – and drink more libations (?)
And – get real-excited and sleep long and hard,
Yea! Sleep-in, In-the-morning – and let down your “guard,”
We just want you “rested,” Returned-to-the-(work)-caste,
“My God! I’m so tired! My vacation didn’t last,
As long as I wanted! Well, I’ll work until May!”
And-each-moment-you-yearn – for the end of the day,
And the fine, golden prospects – of EXCITEMENT & TRAVEL,
“I’ll work and I’ll sleep!”
And your life force’ll unravel (?) –
TO: RETIREMENT (?) (S)he slept long – THEN WOKE!
Waiting for heart attacks, Alzheimer’s – And-a-“stroke!”
THE MORAL-OF-THE-STORY (?) – Well, I’ll think of one soon;
Perhaps, it is:
WE SHOULD ALL FLY TO THE MOON!* 🙂
* – Moon Maidens are real pretty! and they like to drink and sleep – and play fair!
Born Lucille Fay LeSueur in San Antonio, Texas, the youngest and third child of Anna Bell (Johnson) and Thomas E. LeSueur, a laundry laborer. She was of English, French Huguenot, Swedish, and Irish ancestry. Joan Crawford’s elder siblings were sister Daisy LeSueur, who died before Lucille’s birth, and brother Hal LeSueur.
Crawford’s father abandoned the family a few months before her birth, reappearing later in 1930 in Abilene, Texas, reportedly working as a construction laborer. Following LeSueur’s departure from the family home, Crawford’s mother married Henry J. Cassin. The marriage is listed in the census as Crawford’s mother’s first marriage.
Crawford lived with her mother, stepfather, and siblings in Lawton, Oklahoma. There, Cassin, a minor impresario, ran the Ramsey Opera House; he managed to book diverse and noted performers such as Anna Pavlova and Eva Tanguay. At that time, Crawford was reportedly unaware that Cassin, whom she called “daddy”, was not her biological father until her brother Hal told her the truth. Cassin allegedly began sexually abusing her when she was eleven years old; the abuse continued until she went away to St. Agnes Academy, a Catholic girls school. Crawford preferred the nickname “Billie” as a child and enjoyed watching vaudeville acts perform on the stage of her stepfather’s theatre. Her family’s instability negatively affected Crawford and her schooling never formally progressed beyond primary education.
Beginning in childhood, Crawford’s ambition was to be a dancer. One day, however, in an attempt to escape piano lessons so she could play with friends, she leapt from the front porch of her home and cut her foot severely on a broken milk bottle. As a result, she underwent three surgeries to repair the damage. She was unable to attend elementary school or continue with dancing lessons for 18 months.
While still residing in Lawton, Crawford’s stepfather was accused of embezzlement. Although he was acquitted in court, he was blacklisted in Lawton, and the family moved to Kansas City, Missouri, around 1916. Following their relocation, Cassin, a Catholic, placed Crawford at St. Agnes Academy in Kansas City. When her mother and stepfather separated, she remained at St. Agnes as a working student, where she spent far more time working, primarily cooking and cleaning, than studying. She later attended Rockingham Academy, also as a working student. While attending there, she began dating and had her first serious relationship, with a trumpet player named Ray Sterling. Sterling reportedly inspired her to begin challenging herself academically.
In 1922, she registered at Stephens College in Columbia, Missouri, giving her year of birth as 1906. She attended Stephens for only a few months before withdrawing after she realized she was not prepared for college.
Joan CRAWFORD -SAN ANTONIO
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