blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.
There she goes speculating on someone For her private school There he is her next sugar daddy-o Her designated fool She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill I once loved her and now I paying the bill
Right about now she’s regulating on someone With her juicy groove If papa comes quick She’ll slow ’em down and teach ’em a textbook trick Some advanced curriculum
She’s a master At stimulating her class I once loved her I graduated too fast
Fool, because with her ALL her knowledge will likely terminate your missionary trip. That can’t be a bad thing, can it?
From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life.
She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture.
Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon.
She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales.
She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December.
Her face was shades of colorful ambition; apertures and contrasts of tuition.
What a price you had to pay; for, with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the gray.
Your mission has become the predator and the prey.
To know you – means she must consume you, but only by her native woo.
Taking it a step further by bringing a deeper level of awareness.The story that brings illustrations!
The story that brings illustrations!
These illustrations of the past and present are being spoken by a friend of awareness. She has discovered the codes that are transmitted by the parasite of hidden agenda. Cartoon depictions of zealous exaggeration, fighting the awakening pivot of the light. The answering portion to hallucinations is freely entrusted into her mouth and mind. By the earnest fixation of embedded lies, the alarm has sounded. These paintings of embroidered manifestations are multiple stories told. No one truly looks at a picture of surrealism the same, as the story reaches on different levels. The beginning may be of multifaceted singularity, the middle of frightened solitude, and the end of disdain. This illustration is of the lines read in the booklets of identification. When reading; the curiosity is aroused if there is the stream of realization. Truly the governing piece is set by whims of conscious involvement.
Tell me your story?
I am creating a medium to broadcast stories, as they are told throughout nature! We must wake up to the consciousness of these illustrations. Sometimes we may not be able to understand, EVERY story. But, maybe the message was never intended for you. Not everything is going to be understood, at the exact moment, they are spoken.
Just remember the awareness can also come through illustration!
Like Solomon ranted about: All things are full of weariness – a man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. What has been being what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has been already in the ages before us. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to be among those who come after. (Ecclesiastes 1:8-11 ESV)
I have written down the variables of fatigue in the dreams given by exhaust.
Counting from 0 to Symbolic abbreviations – our time is far received.
Given the mixture of colors and melodies, the sound is louder than exposure.
We are sleeping because of the bright apparel of the jaded consequence of media.
Desire is begged for the heaviest consumption of self-visibility.
Forsaking the notion of those satisfied with usual garbs of length; we excuse our sanction for equality.
By the determinations of cursed indulgence, the mind explores paths to knit with.
Engaging passionately, with the beauty of a name worn by all of those who kNOw not the name of vanity.
This week, I had my share of invited concerns due to unilateral wonders but this is how life begins again. I finished my first full week at work today and what I learned is that; making 300+ calls can’t be that bad. Now, being hung up isn’t the nicest feeling, but the predictability of its nature becomes second nature. “Hi, who would I be able to speak to about an ad for ‘X’ high school?” The start of the script is the hardest, because if you loose the beginning, the middle, and the end has no structure. I have worked all my life, and for the most part, I know that working Manuel labor is only for an odd job. Lifting crazy weights and allowing the sweat the drop from your eyebrow is not the ideal sense of occupation for me.
I am all about communication and even if calling these numbers, dance in repetition – it’s pretty obvious this position is in my niche! I know where I am and this field will work well for me. I work with all women and being the only man in a room full of women, makes no difference. The people are nice but for the most part, we are all concerned about pitching calls so that businesses purchase some products for the school.
Now that I have returned to the workforce, my communication has become shrunk to pieces of a letter I intend on writing. All of my codes are welcomed into the system because I have to start somewhere right? Also, as Miss X famously would declare: “MONEY IN DA BANK”! God, knows I need the money, and since the check won’t be disappointing its worth the calls and early mornings. The mornings are the worst part, but I did not realize how much those energy boosters work! Without energy, I am dissolved to very little. Haha…I need the RUSH!
The mornings are the worst part but I did not realize how much those energy boosters work! Without energy, I am dissolved to very little.
I have turned into scripts made of ache and change and that is a part of life. CHANGES, CHANGES, CHANGES!
Dismissed=iPhone 4, makes communication so much more difficult. I am a social junkie, and while I don’t like spending hours upon mentions on the internet, it was nice to have a load of information in your hands. BUT I’m having to go without for a while, which won’t be too long, but using a keyboarded phone isn’t the worst. It’s just an adjustment for a time, and these are only some of the details of vacancy.
As many things crashed. I was accelerated with emotion knowing my favorite Aunt passed away. I am going to dedicate a blog to her passing after she is buried, as it is too heavy for me to acknowledge at this moment. I feel a sense of relief just releasing some of these inhibitions, one thing that is for certain: Weekends have totally different meanings when you are working and when you spend your time following a flow. Hence, why I am up and alive due to the awakening of some of these invited concerns!
Summarized Notion For Thought: You should not feel like a radio, programming the stations that frequent the waves! Who wants to tune in then? Regardless of sensitive letters and tones of frustration; we are tracked by our respect and mutual understanding!