“Children are happy because they don’t have a file in their minds called ‘All the Things That Could Go Wrong’.”💥💥💥

Think of all the happy moments of this day

And keep a smile for tomorrow

Sweet dreams

Goodnight Darling 💥

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“TREAT ME NICE, sweet Max, my sir; 💥💥💥💥

“3 MAGIC WORDS” a poem Monday – July 23, 2018 3 Magic Words? (pause) Yes, they MIGHT be: “I (pause) LOVE (pause) YOU” OR “YOU (pause) AND (pause) ME!” BUT – Pilar* said (and I’ll go with her): Just “TREAT ME NICE, sweet Max, my sir; Help-me-escape – to start a life, Without swamp water – I’ll be your wife; Take care of me – please TREAT ME NICE, As you’re able – with sugar and spice, And LOTS of kisses – and hold me tight; I want you here – in the morning light, And at bedtime – will you hold me, Dear, IF you TREAT ME NICE, I’ll have no fear! If you TREAT ME NICE – my dreams you’ll fulfill! Please TREAT ME NICE!” “I always will!” 🙂 https://youtu.be/9mQJaXwGPlg https://youtu.be/9mQJa wGPlg * – Please see the film “Nevada Smith, with Suzanne Pleshette as “Pilar!”

JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST PAINTINGS💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

“THE DOWNSIDE TO DANCING!” a poem a.k.a.: “Salome, Re-visited!” Sunday – July 15, 2018

Salome! Salome! Dances today!

Spinning her “eros,” that sexy, young fey;

DANCE for The World;

DANCE for Your Life;

DANCE for Your Mother,

Your step-daddy’s wife!

And when you do dance, (pause) you’ll never know what,

You might be getting, so “keep your eyes shut,”

And your ears too, (pause) so you won’t hear,

Your mother’s plea: “Oh, please, Sally Dear,

Ask for John’s head, on a nice platter;

He’s-no-one-important! His death will not matter!”

Well, mom was a “snake,” like one long before,

In A Grand, Spacious Garden! (pause) Don’t open THAT door,

To-hear-a-voice-calling; one filled with lust,

A voice that your conscience will often mis-trust!

Salome, Salome dances today; please dance to cast – our cares far away!

fin. ❤

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JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST PAINTINGS 💥💥

Diaries of a Madman 🕴🕴🕴

(48) . . . from home and so sure, sure his father has forgotten him or wants nothing more to do with him. Herein lies the ultimate terror – the fear of being barred from (what you THINK is) the only “location” where you would ever, actually, experience lasting peace of mind, peace of body, peace of soul [L. O. L.] . . . this is the realm of Heaven (perhaps), not a place, but a state of existence, unperturbed by any sensory experience. The Prodigal Son’s “squandering his inheritance” seems nothing more than some silly desire to give up his peace of mind for the excitement of experiences; sadly, without the SURE knowledge that, to the extent you get really excited, you will have to deal with real depression. Watch out how far you soar to the Sun on your wings of wax, Oh, Icharus. The fall is severe! (HOW ARE YOU? I am just here, however {or whatever} I am.) The shaking in my body, like being on a vibrating bed, turned onto the MAX with no timer. You can only let it vibrate being strapped to the bed. Is it good or bad? That’s so hard! (I mean) to even imagine (this thing) as anything but bad. A nerve conditon ? . . . who knows. ECCL.: “To live contently is a gift of God!” – – – I found a note! THE NOTE (from years ago, perhaps, reads): “I am so grateful & happy that the Higher Self is fully incarnating into the manifest physical body!” (Yea!!!) I remember crying when, in 8th grade, a girl took an interest in me – I guess I knew that my attachment to sensory experiences (like the look or smell of a woman) would surely contribute to my downfall in life. Sadly, I feel sure it has. My passions have consumed me & left me as a quaking heap, good for nothing. Is any redemption possible? I, of course, fear not. IF I had just had the wisdom to interpret those tears, so long ago – tears, saying, “These attractive creatures are most dangerous for you, like TV, addictive and destructive, BUT – it’s NOT THEIR FAULT, but the fault of an addictive, easily hypnotized tendency, inherent in me &, therefore, MY FAULT, or, better put, MY responsibility, part of a life lesson to be able to, NOT SO MUCH AS AVOID, but be very aware of the “fairer sex,” a lure and trap for the unwary but, I suppose, a means . . . https://video.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=A0geKV_tslVbW.MAhb0PxQt.;_ylu=X3oDMTByMjB0aG5zBGNvbG8DYmYxBHBvcwMxBHZ0aWQDBHNlYwNzYw–?p=Woman+John+Lennon&fr=yhs-domaindev-domaindev_getwebdiscover&turl=http%3A%2F%2Fts4.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DOVP.ylQ0aMVckhnaTrqCPZ4W5AHgFo%26pid%3D15.1%26w%3D136%26h%3D77%26c%3D7&rurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DZhfWiU8wGCc&tit=Woman+-+John+Lennon&w=144&h=78&pos=1&vid=a384d875f78f57897b3e970039db3a2e&sigr=11bglpst0&sigt=10j214o95&sigi=12jq20f4o&hspart=domaindev&hsimp=yhs-domaindev_getwebdiscover

BEautiful photos!💥💥💥

BEautiful photos!

THE EXTRAORDINARY IN THE ORDINARY
(everyday aesthetics)
Exclamation and Question Marks

As I write this morning, I delight in slowing sipping and savoring my cup of coffee aesthetically. (“Aesthetic” — “Adjective; concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty. Giving or designed to give pleasure through beauty; or pleasing appearance.”) I’m feeling the pleasing strong solid weigh of the clay mug as I move it to my lips, delighting in the distinctive taste of the Colombian mix coffee, … touching my lips, moving in my mouth, sliding on my tongue — an experience of the extraordinary in the ordinary, of aesthetic awareness, pleasing, grateful appreciation — like making-love with my morning cup of coffee! She’s sensuous and sexy!

Here’s something I received yesterday which I like, written by friend James Bortell. — rb

“I didn’t know that exclamation marks were controversial. Then I went to Google and found grammarians have many opinions about them. I even found an entire article in the Atlantic Monthly on exclamation marks—what they mean and how often they are used. Rather than belabor a subject grammarians can’t get together on, here are my definitions of an exclamation mark:

…something deserving of excitement, of being dazzled or amazed,
…something very ordinary that on second look is extraordinary,
…taking note of something,
…something calling for our response to a need–a cry for help, healing or an injustice.

If we have eyes to see, ears to hear, minds to think, and hearts to feel every day we are standing in front of exclamation marks—a tree, flower, child, friend, family member, the sun, the sky and on and on.”

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Yes, yes, exclamation marks visibly and invisibly hover over most everything — standing in front of our eyes, wiggling round in our noses, spiraling in our ears, dancing on our tongues, tingling on our skin. When we “come to our senses”, the secular and the spirit-ual become blended into One and bridge the seeming separation between things. We become more balanced and whole as we “get it together” — brains, body, spirit, heart, mind and soul.

Yes and I en-joy EXCLAMATION MARKS together with QUESTION MARKS– discovery and wonder, wonder and discovery. We can balance our inner-adult with our inner-child. A child is a living, breathing, vibrating, playful question mark of delightful, joyful WONDER. To a child the entire world is a wonder-full playground of possible and act-u-all delight. Jesus of Nazareth said: “You must become as a little child.” (Not childish, but childlike.)

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Beauty abides in common things
If only we choose to see it
And grace will turn our limbs to wings
If only we choose to free it

— Mitch Teemley —

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As a youth, I can remember overhearing my mother telling other adults that little kids don’t need expensive fancy toys, that they can have just as much fun playing with ordinary everyday things — like spoons, pans, roller pins, balls, string, rubber bands, boxes, bowls, paper cups, rocks, seashells, mud-pies, pillows, towels, mirrors, hats, shoes, socks, buckets, water, stones, trees, sticks, rope, belts, puppies, kittens, lightning bugs, and yes even worms.

Children can and do delightfully and playfully transform question marks into exclamation points! So can we — a hug, a kiss, a dance, a walk in the woods, watching a sunset or art-in-motion clouds, tasting some delicious delight, listening to music or song, receiving-giving a massage, bathing in a tub, jacuzzi or swimming pool, lake or ocean, painting a picture, writing a letter or poem … and making lots of love, … doing a caring Zorb-id-ic dance of love with all the wonder-full, savory, tasty, de-light-full world!

Contemplate a simple bowl’s four characteristics essential to its existential condition: emptiness, fullness, broken and whole. Is not such our actual lives? Yes, such is our wonderful earthy human lives!
The extraordinary is revealed in the ordinary.

We don’t have to walk on water — we can gratefully marvel in the miracle of walking on earth!

May we take off our shoes — the ground upon we walk is holy ground.

ron bell
7-22-18

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BROKEN AND BEAUTIFUL
(a grateful look in the mirror)

Behold the beauty
in the warrior’s wound, scar and limp,

Behold the beauty
in the young wayward prostitute and pimp,

Behold the beauty
in the aging women’s wrinkling-crinkling skin,

Behold the beauty
in brokenness, missing the mark and stupid sin,

Behold the beauty
in the tattered, torn and forlorn,
in all that is lacked,
all that is cracked,
in the imperfections of all that is born.

Look at the world
through the eyes of the Divine Mother

holding with strong-warm arms,
gazing with unconditional outrageous love
upon her beloved small child,
perfectly-imperfect-beautiful,
securely held in the Beloved’s surrounding embrace —

as She looks at you
looking through your eyes,
the eyes of Love.

You, S/he, We
are One,

in a uni-verse of singing,
being sung,
in a seamless, yet not featureless
symphony of love.

How beautiful it is!

ron bell
7-20-17

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Ring the bells that still can ring.

“Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”

~ Leonard Cohen

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Jesus Message.

Jesus Message.
When you walk in harmony in life towards me, and you feel beautiful within, it’s a sign that your inner male and your inner female are at one in the company of my spirit. Then you seek the opposite gender on the outside of yourself when your inner is in harmony, the outer gender is easy to attract and result becoming one in a sacred place before the Father/ Mother, and with my blessing, you become one on the inner as well as the outer. This taking place you are ready for the Kingdom that awaits you. For within this kingdom you are at one with us all that being a kingdom of love. It matters not when you or your outer partner arrive for there is no time as on earth only what is love and being in a now moment.
If you have not reached this stage in your return to true reality, be not fearful know that the journey is not over, but much joy and experiences await you on the many beautiful levels towards your completion. Not all people are ready for the heavenly levels, but now all will be where their hearts have drawn them. Remember also that it is a continuous journey until Our God kingdom and your true self-has become your reality.
Your words bless us and humbled by the glory of your truth that you share with us. For much we can learn by being open to receive what you have offered us. For this level seems to be losing itself and direction. Amen. Luke Le Bree.

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You’re my first choice!”💜💜💜

Just a few “chores, my Love! I await! Your voice; your sigh; your breathing; no lie!

Date Night approaches, and angels weep, with anticipation!

I’ll try to keep – my heart from bursting – with the glorious joy! of-anticipating – my-sexy-” toy,” A-delicate-toy, with a sexy voice: “I want you, Honey!

You’re my first choice!”

It-goes-without saying, that you’re The One! Here, in-my-bed!

The morning sun! Which warms my soul,

as-I-gently-stir! At-the-break-of-day! Yes, yes!

It’s HER!💙