This is the last post of Admiral Cuety:
It's been a wild year. For those of you who have read the insanity of my thoughts -- I hope you found, at least some of it -- entertaining. For those of you just bouncing it around on Instagram -- it's just another chance at communication -- and thanks for being smart!
I am constantly AMAZED by the tech-advances of the young adults.
I am constantly HEARTENED by the insight of the children.
I am constantly humbled that anyone would even bother to read this.
The fireworks on the East Coast are winding down now.
Still two hours to the big show in LA.
Have a Great Night.
You are in my heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=git6DCXSqjE
~AC
Saturday, July 4, 2015
What I Know...
There is a woman driving a Mazda-looking Infiniti who ran all over the Grace Lutheran sign when she was drunk...and high...
Instead of taking responsibility...she was used as a pawn...in an insurance scheme...where her car was turned over for a profit...and she was given my old car in exchange for her silence.
In the meantime...the man involved in the scheme...is sitting on a graveyard.
I sent the cops to look for bodies.
You know what they found?
"This car has disappeared..."
What they didn't realize is the day of the lead the car was in the back garage being prepared for auction. And I was right on target. So, here's the questions:
Is it Murder One?
Is it Insurance Fraud?
Is it, you guessed it, under rug swept?
Or is it all of these...
Because I am without a vehicle...
And the only thing I know for sure...
Is that some crazy Meth-headed BIATCH ran into me and then some crazy SWEDISH Meth-cooker made it look like an accident.
~AC
Instead of taking responsibility...she was used as a pawn...in an insurance scheme...where her car was turned over for a profit...and she was given my old car in exchange for her silence.
In the meantime...the man involved in the scheme...is sitting on a graveyard.
I sent the cops to look for bodies.
You know what they found?
"This car has disappeared..."
What they didn't realize is the day of the lead the car was in the back garage being prepared for auction. And I was right on target. So, here's the questions:
Is it Murder One?
Is it Insurance Fraud?
Is it, you guessed it, under rug swept?
Or is it all of these...
Because I am without a vehicle...
And the only thing I know for sure...
Is that some crazy Meth-headed BIATCH ran into me and then some crazy SWEDISH Meth-cooker made it look like an accident.
~AC
Dream Interpretation: 1,603,388,572,111
Dream:
I am wearing a black pantsuit and stilettos. I am in a white room with with a staircase to my left. There is a bomb containment chamber (bcc) in the room. I am training with a teddy bear in which there is a squeaky toy. The bomb is from South Korea. The squeaky toy is made in China. This teddy bear was actually assembled in North Korea.
I am being walked through training on a live bomb by my BFF and being watched by a Wise Woman. I leave the bcc and run up the stairs. I run from my BFF up a set of stairs to call the Wise Woman.
My training ends because I freak out when I realize this is a simulation. This is what wakes me. I wake up and check my teddy bear for a squeaky toy. He thinks I'm feeling him up. *cuckoo*
Archetypes:
Bomb Shelter:
To dream that you are in a bomb shelter suggests that you are being overly protective with some emotion or aspect of your waking life. You are trying to keep your unexpressed feeling from coming to the surface.
Disarm:
To dream of being disarmed means to remove the fear from a situation to see it logically. To dream of disarming someone is to help the person in the dream to be less afraid of fear by taking the weapon. To dream of disarming an object/ordinance is to save yourself through disengaging from a dangerous object or situation.
Friend:
To see friends from your past in your dream points to your desire to reconnect with a part of yourself with which you have lost touch. Perhaps it is time to pick up that old hobby or put a long hidden talent to use. A more direct interpretation of this dream may simply mean that you should look this friend up and reconnect with them.
Room:
To dream that you find or discover a new room suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Consider what you find in the discovered room as it may indicate repressed memories, fears, or rejected emotions. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.
To dream that you are in an empty white room indicates a fresh start. It is like a blank canvas where you want to start life anew. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to isolate yourself. You do not want any outside influences.
Running:
If you are the one running towards someone or something, then it refers to your determination to go after what you want. Consider who or what you are running towards (and/or from) for additional analysis.
Stairs:
To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs indicate that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual, emotional, or material journey. The dream is also analogous to material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.
Stilettos:
To see or wear stilettos in your dream signify female sexuality and domination.
Suit:
To dream that you are wearing a suit indicates that you want to be acknowledged and recognized for your abilities and skills. You want to recognize your own power.
Teddy Bear:
To see or receive a teddy bear in your dream suggests a regression to an earlier state. You may be reminiscing about early childhood memories. Or it may symbolize lost security, comfort, and companionship. You need to be reassured and taken care of while you learn about yourself. Alternatively, a teddy bear signifies an immature relationship.
Old Woman:
To see an old woman in your dream indicates your concerns about aging and growing old. Alternatively, the old woman may be an archetypal figure to symbolize wisdom, insight, guidance and/or feminine power. If you dream that the old woman is blind, then the dream is telling you to go with your gut instincts. Sometimes you can't see what is going on, but you still sense it.
Squeaky Toy:
To see or hear a squeaky toy in your dreams indicates training and play. It may be that you have been unable to follow instructions through traditional education methodologies and need remediation.
Interpretation:
I am studying in my new pristine subconscious space.
Unfortunately, the training ground of my subconscious is for bomb-disarmament.
Am I learning to release my fear of the unknown? I do have the wisdom of femininity to help me -- which will be of a great assistance -- during this part of my personal psychological evaluation.
Running up the stairs is a neat trick in stilettos as the steps are grated. The stairs are to my left indicating that I am working on my emotional path. The fact that I ran and did not trip indicates that I am balanced...and fairly nimble...and that I have learned to keep the weight of my body on the balls of my feet.
The fact that I am climbing stairs indicates I am leaving my id to find my ego.
I am calling for the Wise Woman. She appears and tells me to "halt!"
I am running from my BFF. She is calling to me and is saying, "where are you going?!"
I wake-up before I reach the top of the stairs. It was a straight-flight of stairs initially, then when I look behind me, there was a bend. This indicates that I am capable of making an 180 on the spur of the moment without realizing it until retrospect.
Was I in a sound studio?
Was I on a ship?
Was I in a sound studio on a ship?
Am I running for the bridge?
All of this work is subconscious.
I can see how things could get a bit tricky.
Archetype Not Appearing in this Dream:
Tiger:
To see a tiger in your dream represents power and your ability to exert it in various situations. The dream may also indicate that you need to take more of a leadership role. Alternatively, the tiger represents female sexuality, aggression, and seduction.
I am wearing a black pantsuit and stilettos. I am in a white room with with a staircase to my left. There is a bomb containment chamber (bcc) in the room. I am training with a teddy bear in which there is a squeaky toy. The bomb is from South Korea. The squeaky toy is made in China. This teddy bear was actually assembled in North Korea.
I am being walked through training on a live bomb by my BFF and being watched by a Wise Woman. I leave the bcc and run up the stairs. I run from my BFF up a set of stairs to call the Wise Woman.
My training ends because I freak out when I realize this is a simulation. This is what wakes me. I wake up and check my teddy bear for a squeaky toy. He thinks I'm feeling him up. *cuckoo*
Archetypes:
Bomb Shelter:
To dream that you are in a bomb shelter suggests that you are being overly protective with some emotion or aspect of your waking life. You are trying to keep your unexpressed feeling from coming to the surface.
Disarm:
To dream of being disarmed means to remove the fear from a situation to see it logically. To dream of disarming someone is to help the person in the dream to be less afraid of fear by taking the weapon. To dream of disarming an object/ordinance is to save yourself through disengaging from a dangerous object or situation.
Friend:
To see friends from your past in your dream points to your desire to reconnect with a part of yourself with which you have lost touch. Perhaps it is time to pick up that old hobby or put a long hidden talent to use. A more direct interpretation of this dream may simply mean that you should look this friend up and reconnect with them.
To dream that you find or discover a new room suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Consider what you find in the discovered room as it may indicate repressed memories, fears, or rejected emotions. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.
To dream that you are in an empty white room indicates a fresh start. It is like a blank canvas where you want to start life anew. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to isolate yourself. You do not want any outside influences.
Running:
If you are the one running towards someone or something, then it refers to your determination to go after what you want. Consider who or what you are running towards (and/or from) for additional analysis.
Stairs:
To dream that you are walking up a flight of stairs indicate that you are achieving a higher level of understanding. You are making progress into your spiritual, emotional, or material journey. The dream is also analogous to material and thoughts that are coming to the surface.
Stilettos:
To see or wear stilettos in your dream signify female sexuality and domination.
Suit:
To dream that you are wearing a suit indicates that you want to be acknowledged and recognized for your abilities and skills. You want to recognize your own power.
Teddy Bear:
To see or receive a teddy bear in your dream suggests a regression to an earlier state. You may be reminiscing about early childhood memories. Or it may symbolize lost security, comfort, and companionship. You need to be reassured and taken care of while you learn about yourself. Alternatively, a teddy bear signifies an immature relationship.
Old Woman:
To see an old woman in your dream indicates your concerns about aging and growing old. Alternatively, the old woman may be an archetypal figure to symbolize wisdom, insight, guidance and/or feminine power. If you dream that the old woman is blind, then the dream is telling you to go with your gut instincts. Sometimes you can't see what is going on, but you still sense it.
Squeaky Toy:
To see or hear a squeaky toy in your dreams indicates training and play. It may be that you have been unable to follow instructions through traditional education methodologies and need remediation.
Interpretation:
I am studying in my new pristine subconscious space.
Unfortunately, the training ground of my subconscious is for bomb-disarmament.
Am I learning to release my fear of the unknown? I do have the wisdom of femininity to help me -- which will be of a great assistance -- during this part of my personal psychological evaluation.
Running up the stairs is a neat trick in stilettos as the steps are grated. The stairs are to my left indicating that I am working on my emotional path. The fact that I ran and did not trip indicates that I am balanced...and fairly nimble...and that I have learned to keep the weight of my body on the balls of my feet.
The fact that I am climbing stairs indicates I am leaving my id to find my ego.
I am calling for the Wise Woman. She appears and tells me to "halt!"
I am running from my BFF. She is calling to me and is saying, "where are you going?!"
I wake-up before I reach the top of the stairs. It was a straight-flight of stairs initially, then when I look behind me, there was a bend. This indicates that I am capable of making an 180 on the spur of the moment without realizing it until retrospect.
Was I in a sound studio?
Was I on a ship?
Was I in a sound studio on a ship?
Am I running for the bridge?
All of this work is subconscious.
I can see how things could get a bit tricky.
Archetype Not Appearing in this Dream:
Tiger:
To see a tiger in your dream represents power and your ability to exert it in various situations. The dream may also indicate that you need to take more of a leadership role. Alternatively, the tiger represents female sexuality, aggression, and seduction.
Friday, July 3, 2015
The 13th Step...
What we know...
Anonymous 101:
http://www.aa.org/pages/en_US/twelve-steps-and-twelve-traditions
Poetry 101:
http://www.azlyrics.com/p/perfect.html
Metaphysics 101:
http://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/death/
Internet Security 101:
(Unless Hunting Rabbits)
https://heimdalsecurity.com/blog/fresh-windows-installation-security-guide/
War-College 101:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/13_steps
Shall I go on?
~AC
Anonymous 101:
http://www.aa.org/pages/en_US/twelve-steps-and-twelve-traditions
Poetry 101:
http://www.azlyrics.com/p/perfect.html
Metaphysics 101:
http://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/death/
Internet Security 101:
(Unless Hunting Rabbits)
https://heimdalsecurity.com/blog/fresh-windows-installation-security-guide/
War-College 101:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/13_steps
Shall I go on?
~AC
Cry?!
You want to see me cry?
I tell you what...why don't you go back to the night after that party...
When I watched the faces of your "so-called friends" look at me like I was going to fall on my knees and ******** simply because they thought they saw something they wished they might have a chance to possess...
And while you do that...
Look at the tears in my eyes and the way you leaned into me....laid into me...after you completely ignored me for HOURS while you ************** with your so-called *business associates*...
You were angry because I drank white 'whine' and refused to eat...
When did you check on me?
When did you even consider the possibility that I might have wanted to be at your side...proving to the other women in the room...that men actually care for the opinion of the people they supposedly love?
You want more?
You want more?
Driver your *** to my house and speak to me like a man.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077474/
~AC
PS...
There is audio from the 2-hours I cried in my apartment after you left. There are letters you have never read. There are blog posts you wish you had.
What do you think?
How do you feel?
Because I wanted to die and I lived anyway.
I tell you what...why don't you go back to the night after that party...
When I watched the faces of your "so-called friends" look at me like I was going to fall on my knees and ******** simply because they thought they saw something they wished they might have a chance to possess...
And while you do that...
Look at the tears in my eyes and the way you leaned into me....laid into me...after you completely ignored me for HOURS while you ************** with your so-called *business associates*...
You were angry because I drank white 'whine' and refused to eat...
When did you check on me?
When did you even consider the possibility that I might have wanted to be at your side...proving to the other women in the room...that men actually care for the opinion of the people they supposedly love?
You want more?
You want more?
Driver your *** to my house and speak to me like a man.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077474/
~AC
PS...
There is audio from the 2-hours I cried in my apartment after you left. There are letters you have never read. There are blog posts you wish you had.
What do you think?
How do you feel?
Because I wanted to die and I lived anyway.
For Later...
3rd times the charm...
They are on the run...
It is like a bunch of eggheads got scrambled...
I wonder if there is enough left at the site of that lab to even identify the parts?
"I bet she is going to type Mexican..."
I bet I am going to look into Columbia...
I bet I'm going to trace the money to Isis.
And from there to Lebanon...
And from there to Switzerland...
Cocaine.
Ya'll have got to put that **** in your own water.
If you put it up your nose -- you start thinking you are intelligent -- simply because you have access to a free-base recipe. I could put baking soda up your nose...and ski with your trust fund...it's just that simple.
Here's an idea...go to rehab...and work on the part of your mind that believes people are pawns...and that you just got played...
~AC
They are on the run...
It is like a bunch of eggheads got scrambled...
I wonder if there is enough left at the site of that lab to even identify the parts?
"I bet she is going to type Mexican..."
I bet I am going to look into Columbia...
I bet I'm going to trace the money to Isis.
And from there to Lebanon...
And from there to Switzerland...
Cocaine.
Ya'll have got to put that **** in your own water.
If you put it up your nose -- you start thinking you are intelligent -- simply because you have access to a free-base recipe. I could put baking soda up your nose...and ski with your trust fund...it's just that simple.
Here's an idea...go to rehab...and work on the part of your mind that believes people are pawns...and that you just got played...
~AC
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Use it or Lose it Campaign
A Ramble...
Why?
Because I can.
How?
On my own two feet.
If Anyone wants to offer me a little assistance with the details...
I would appreciate that.
If Someone wants to see to my eternal happiness...or damnation...or whatevs...
Put it in writing.
If Everyone wants to see what I do next...
I guess we'll have to see when I wake up in about 8 hours...or 10...or 3 1/2...
or 60 Minutes...
or Sunday Morning...
or Tuesday afternoon...
I smell like a horse.
But, you already know...
No one really cares.
~AC
Why?
Because I can.
How?
On my own two feet.
If Anyone wants to offer me a little assistance with the details...
I would appreciate that.
If Someone wants to see to my eternal happiness...or damnation...or whatevs...
Put it in writing.
If Everyone wants to see what I do next...
I guess we'll have to see when I wake up in about 8 hours...or 10...or 3 1/2...
or 60 Minutes...
or Sunday Morning...
or Tuesday afternoon...
I smell like a horse.
But, you already know...
No one really cares.
~AC
Random...
I P*WNED that too.
Did you see that guy run out of his lane?
Did you hear that kid call me lazy...as I was breaking a sweat...and he was driving by in his car...pounding some bass?
Laughing at me because I was taught to look both ways...knowing that I could be struck by lightening any freaking second...and walking backwards on the correct-side of the street asking to get hit by a car...
Did you see intelligence flip?
Did you hear the conversations in my head?
Do you know I know and I have more leverage?
Do you see my former Infiniti looking like a Mazda?
Driven by a crack-head who was sold a car involved in a drunk-driving episode...an unsolved case...please...just take full-responsibility...that's all I'm saying...
(State Farm...like a good neighbor...or like a drunk neighbor...with an axe to grind?)
CHECK THE VIN NUMBER!!!
Lying, it makes things worse...
Look...I am living my entire life above-board. My family -- nearly all of them who think there is something to be gained -- is playing both-sides against the middle. The ones keeping their noses out of my business...they are my real family...my security...is awesome...and you know why?
I do.
It is because the best security remains and will forever-be the kind I invest in...
They are my family.
I trust my family.
(Trust...if it can be bought...it is useless to me...)
The Best Intelligence...
A moment of insight...that's all...a flash...
Who knows when it is real?
There are some people who do.
Pretending that I have any idea the difference between Mustard Gas and Chlorine?
Fogger vs. the general consensus of cyanide?
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY!!!
I knew, I know, and I will know it all because I ask questions.
The real danger is will my head explode...
Oh wait...
It already did.
I'll never walk alone.
Even when I want to be still...
He is right there.*
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain...but how did they get that big Motasickle up there on the high-dive?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snO68aJTOpM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwlCzYzjYls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pO_tXzeiZAQ
http://www.shrinershospitalsforchildren.org/
*http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/Steadfastness...
~AC
Did you see that guy run out of his lane?
Did you hear that kid call me lazy...as I was breaking a sweat...and he was driving by in his car...pounding some bass?
Laughing at me because I was taught to look both ways...knowing that I could be struck by lightening any freaking second...and walking backwards on the correct-side of the street asking to get hit by a car...
Did you see intelligence flip?
Did you hear the conversations in my head?
Do you know I know and I have more leverage?
Do you see my former Infiniti looking like a Mazda?
Driven by a crack-head who was sold a car involved in a drunk-driving episode...an unsolved case...please...just take full-responsibility...that's all I'm saying...
(State Farm...like a good neighbor...or like a drunk neighbor...with an axe to grind?)
CHECK THE VIN NUMBER!!!
Lying, it makes things worse...
Look...I am living my entire life above-board. My family -- nearly all of them who think there is something to be gained -- is playing both-sides against the middle. The ones keeping their noses out of my business...they are my real family...my security...is awesome...and you know why?
I do.
It is because the best security remains and will forever-be the kind I invest in...
They are my family.
I trust my family.
(Trust...if it can be bought...it is useless to me...)
The Best Intelligence...
A moment of insight...that's all...a flash...
Who knows when it is real?
There are some people who do.
Pretending that I have any idea the difference between Mustard Gas and Chlorine?
Fogger vs. the general consensus of cyanide?
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY!!!
I knew, I know, and I will know it all because I ask questions.
The real danger is will my head explode...
Oh wait...
It already did.
I'll never walk alone.
Even when I want to be still...
He is right there.*
Brain: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Pinky: I think so Brain...but how did they get that big Motasickle up there on the high-dive?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snO68aJTOpM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwlCzYzjYls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pO_tXzeiZAQ
http://www.shrinershospitalsforchildren.org/
*http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/Steadfastness...
~AC
Monday, June 29, 2015
Rain-Delay
You know what I love about this game where everyone thinks they know my future better than I do?
That, I seriously, lack a complete desire to know what they believe about me.
The funny thing is...every second I exist...(and I am eternal)...is that the future is going to change constantly.
That Astrolabe?
Useless.
The Oracle?
A Pipe-dream.
The control over the actual plan?
*laughs*
I know that there are people who have built their entire lives upon the notion that it is possible to completely predict the future. I know, because I am such a person, but to have the vision, the responsibility must also be in place.
Now, there are a lot of issues here.
The first one is scope.
To control the world, one has to have vision which extends beyond the simple and mundane. And Esoteric Metaphysics -- even with its breadth of possibilities -- actually lacks depth. I worked on all 44-steps known. I've been there. I've studies the cards. I've seen the Psi. I've even experienced a bit, myself.
The second issue with the model is that there is a bit missing in the equation.
Now, Drake was wise. He was also a smart-arse. He told Astrophysicists that there was a single equation for Universal-implications. The issue he has -- and that I have always had with Mathematics -- is that when you work with variables -- you have to take into consideration that there is a cut-off point until the Science picks up where the theorist drops-off -- usually into a nice, frothy stout.
(http://www.ratebeer.com/beer/liberty-darkest-days-oatmeal-stout/187238/)
The third issue is that we all have a role in evolution.
If this was about me I'd be sweeter to people.
It's about all of us.
Not, just the ones who have this "inner guidance" so prevalent in their minds.
If we all follow our hearts without mind-balance -- we fail.
If we all follow our minds without heart-balance -- we fail.
So, the question becomes, do I fail?
Or did I just pass with flying colors?
~AC
Yeah.
I was in 7th Grade...doodling...
~AC
That, I seriously, lack a complete desire to know what they believe about me.
The funny thing is...every second I exist...(and I am eternal)...is that the future is going to change constantly.
That Astrolabe?
Useless.
The Oracle?
A Pipe-dream.
The control over the actual plan?
*laughs*
I know that there are people who have built their entire lives upon the notion that it is possible to completely predict the future. I know, because I am such a person, but to have the vision, the responsibility must also be in place.
Now, there are a lot of issues here.
The first one is scope.
To control the world, one has to have vision which extends beyond the simple and mundane. And Esoteric Metaphysics -- even with its breadth of possibilities -- actually lacks depth. I worked on all 44-steps known. I've been there. I've studies the cards. I've seen the Psi. I've even experienced a bit, myself.
The second issue with the model is that there is a bit missing in the equation.
Now, Drake was wise. He was also a smart-arse. He told Astrophysicists that there was a single equation for Universal-implications. The issue he has -- and that I have always had with Mathematics -- is that when you work with variables -- you have to take into consideration that there is a cut-off point until the Science picks up where the theorist drops-off -- usually into a nice, frothy stout.
(http://www.ratebeer.com/beer/liberty-darkest-days-oatmeal-stout/187238/)
The third issue is that we all have a role in evolution.
If this was about me I'd be sweeter to people.
It's about all of us.
Not, just the ones who have this "inner guidance" so prevalent in their minds.
If we all follow our hearts without mind-balance -- we fail.
If we all follow our minds without heart-balance -- we fail.
So, the question becomes, do I fail?
Or did I just pass with flying colors?
~AC
Yeah.
I was in 7th Grade...doodling...
Fear of Death
Fallacy.
We are amazing individuals and we deserve happiness simply because we exist.
That's it.
We have every opportunity to share the beauty of our souls every moment.
That's it.
We are destined to win.
That's it.
We are absolutely worth all the pain and joy, every lesson, every chance...
It's 364.25 in a cycle...
360 indicates we are short-changed in our actual, natural, cycles...
We are...simply...wearing ourselves out trying to force reality to conform...
Here...
Let me show you how easy it is to stop...
~AC
PS.
Moon Cycles are more accurate...work on a 13-Month Calendar...there are several people who do...and they seem to have regulated their populations with actual science. Also, while we are on the topic, it's okay with me to drop that 'planning calendar' altogether.
I mean, sure, you hope to have a real active plan rolling at all times, just in case. But, for the average (no such thing) individual there is only one real goal...make it back to a sleep-cycle with a roof, food, and...maybe clothes...
I mean, what's wrong with skin, when you're home?
Right, Baby?
We are amazing individuals and we deserve happiness simply because we exist.
That's it.
We have every opportunity to share the beauty of our souls every moment.
That's it.
We are destined to win.
That's it.
We are absolutely worth all the pain and joy, every lesson, every chance...
It's 364.25 in a cycle...
360 indicates we are short-changed in our actual, natural, cycles...
We are...simply...wearing ourselves out trying to force reality to conform...
Here...
Let me show you how easy it is to stop...
~AC
PS.
Moon Cycles are more accurate...work on a 13-Month Calendar...there are several people who do...and they seem to have regulated their populations with actual science. Also, while we are on the topic, it's okay with me to drop that 'planning calendar' altogether.
I mean, sure, you hope to have a real active plan rolling at all times, just in case. But, for the average (no such thing) individual there is only one real goal...make it back to a sleep-cycle with a roof, food, and...maybe clothes...
I mean, what's wrong with skin, when you're home?
Right, Baby?
My Last Day on Earth
"Revelations 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea."His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama, indicated that every day is a birthday. That was from his speech given for his 80th birthday in England yesterday. (http://www.dalailama.com/) I have to agree. I fully expect that this is my last day on Earth and tomorrow I will wake-up in Heaven.
All the voices want me to get drunk like some crazy-ass pirate...
Well...
Bring me a bottle of Rum...
Or Saki...
Or Grey Goose...
Or a Blue Moon...
Because this day only happens once...in a life-time...and I am so thankful I lived to see it end.
I'm starting with Yuengling...Traditional...Lager.
Yuengling, that's American for "kicks arse."
~AC
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Owning My Path
So, what it is going to take?
I have been insulted, lied to, manipulated, jerked around, exploited, subject to testing, passed with flying colors, and still you persist in trying to convince them that I am everything you wish you could be. Do you want to take full responsibility for living the life I've led in order to build real wisdom? Or do you just want to ride the coat-tails, call yourself an Officer and a Lady?
It's okay with me.
Keep your post.
In fact, keep all that with my complements. In 20 years you are going to be a rare diamond indeed.
I, on the other hand, have a number of different plans.
All of which include doing exactly as I please, when I want, and how.
If you would like to discuss plans, by all means, pick-up the phone.
Consultations begin at $1M an Hour...
Negotiable.
Upwards.
~AC
I have been insulted, lied to, manipulated, jerked around, exploited, subject to testing, passed with flying colors, and still you persist in trying to convince them that I am everything you wish you could be. Do you want to take full responsibility for living the life I've led in order to build real wisdom? Or do you just want to ride the coat-tails, call yourself an Officer and a Lady?
It's okay with me.
Keep your post.
In fact, keep all that with my complements. In 20 years you are going to be a rare diamond indeed.
I, on the other hand, have a number of different plans.
All of which include doing exactly as I please, when I want, and how.
If you would like to discuss plans, by all means, pick-up the phone.
Consultations begin at $1M an Hour...
Negotiable.
Upwards.
~AC
Past-Life Regression Therapy Session
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” -- Albert Einstien
There has only been one past-life regression therapy session to my credit. I would prefer to forget the entire episode for obvious reasons. But, that is impossible. The evidence may never be destroyed although it is my wish is that it is.
So, T, you have the only copy and as you know, it is a legal procedure because the test subject agreed to the session. But, I want to preface this with three points.
1) What was his name: You know at a glance.
2) What was his quest: To discover his last past life: In this case -- the actual written records have been destroyed. What I do remember follows:
So, T, you have the only copy and as you know, it is a legal procedure because the test subject agreed to the session. But, I want to preface this with three points.
1) What was his name: You know at a glance.
2) What was his quest: To discover his last past life: In this case -- the actual written records have been destroyed. What I do remember follows:
His Spirit last incarnated as a cowboy from Las Cruses, NM in the late 1800s.
The only thing I remember clearly from that session is that the test subject was confused by the tactile input of the experience. It was obviously a highly-irregular session. I pushed the envelope and the boundaries on ethics all the way through. But, in my defense, this was more a personal favor to a friend, than it ever was a professional endeavor.
3) What is his favorite color: Blue.
My experience with hypnosis is extremely limited to parlor games. I learned hypnosis technique at camp. I was taught by a cabin-mate from Starr, NC. I watched as she hypnotized someone. I have hypnotized 3 people in my life -- all with consent. (I have been hypnotized thousands of times all without my consent.)
The first was a former friend who, in the van back from camp, agreed to be hypnotized. I avoided imparting hypnotic suggestion absolutely.
The other was a friend who agreed to the process at a party. I imparted the hypnotic suggestion that he would act like a chicken every time I said his name. Within 10 minutes he had discovered that the word, his name, and the action, to be a chicken, were related in his mind. I used his name repeatedly until he made the connection himself. At this point, the hypnosis was completely eliminated.
What I learned is that unconscious suggestion is useless once it becomes conscious recognition.
All joking aside:
I am trying to undo thousands of instances where I have lost time (experienced temporal disturbance), what of my memories have been stolen, where I have been used in various situations without my consent, and what I am going to do once, if I ever, learn the truth about my actual experiences.
They are buried deep, T. Most of my life is buried. Dead and buried.
I fear most of it is classified, as well.
And I believe, without any hesitation, they were all justifiable action at the time of incident.
However, I also believe all of these actions were likely unethical simply due to the fact that if I had been asked consciously to participate, I would have refused the assignment of said actions.
~AC
Friday, June 26, 2015
Patience is Everything
If I can live through the next few days, I can do absolutely anything...
Anything.
I honestly thought I was going to have to file a report with Officer Snoopy.
That ironical a$$hole taunted me, threatened to do me bodily harm, and then called me a "crazy person."
Is he out of his mind?
Or is it me?
Because it kind of depends on who you ask...
Critics.
~AC
PS. Did you like how I re-baptized that Born-Again Baptist Christian? His response was so Lucian. Damn, Holy Water burns...
PPS. Yes. If I refused to love him again I would be extremely un-Christian. So, of course, he's my Dad and I love him. But, loving people is different from liking them. And liking people is all about communication to common ground. So, if he wants to negotiate better terms in our relationship, I am "all ears." But, I seriously doubt he has the capacity to truly build a cohesive relationship when his role in my life alternates between student and teacher...and he is used to knowing everything about everything.
PPPS. eh.
Anything.
I honestly thought I was going to have to file a report with Officer Snoopy.
That ironical a$$hole taunted me, threatened to do me bodily harm, and then called me a "crazy person."
Is he out of his mind?
Or is it me?
Because it kind of depends on who you ask...
Critics.
~AC
PS. Did you like how I re-baptized that Born-Again Baptist Christian? His response was so Lucian. Damn, Holy Water burns...
PPS. Yes. If I refused to love him again I would be extremely un-Christian. So, of course, he's my Dad and I love him. But, loving people is different from liking them. And liking people is all about communication to common ground. So, if he wants to negotiate better terms in our relationship, I am "all ears." But, I seriously doubt he has the capacity to truly build a cohesive relationship when his role in my life alternates between student and teacher...and he is used to knowing everything about everything.
PPPS. eh.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Respecting my Elders
Right into their early graves at this point...
Oh, rest assured, if I even speak to you, it is a sign of respect.
For the most part...I am happy with the distance...and the emotional cold-shoulder.
Put your opinion where it belongs...
In your own mirror.
I am fine with looking at myself straight.
Call me a slut again, you pompous, arrogant toady...
The last man who did...ended his own life...by his own hand.
~AC
Oh, rest assured, if I even speak to you, it is a sign of respect.
For the most part...I am happy with the distance...and the emotional cold-shoulder.
Put your opinion where it belongs...
In your own mirror.
I am fine with looking at myself straight.
Call me a slut again, you pompous, arrogant toady...
The last man who did...ended his own life...by his own hand.
~AC
Passion 10, Stupid 3
These are my scores today.
Was it the heat in the kitchen? Was it the fact that I have an absolute inability to relax in a head-space cluttered with direction and critique? Is it simply that I need to laugh at myself more for acting so immature while knowing, all alone in my shattered heart, that no matter what I do...I fail in His eyes?
"Choose," they say.
Pick a path, fall in-line, parrot the program, join the club, conform...rabbit...conform...
Conform so we can suppress your desire for life...so we can drain the passion out of your mind...so we can retrain your curiosity into something we can control...something we can use...something...anything...like what we've seen...so we know we are still in the position of power in our own game of chess...
"Give us your power."
"Give us the truth."
"We'll take it," they say.
Give it willingly or we will drug you, make you submit, cause you to lose all you own, bring you into the public eye, humiliate you, exploit you, ignore your right to privacy, involve the use of coercion, rape, torture, blackmail...ANYTHING!
They have no limits...
Or so they...always thought...until...
The rules changed...
The Board became 6-dimensional.
It is so much more than:
Who? = Sight = Point = 1st Dimension
What? = Sound = Line = 2nd Dimension
Where? = Smell = Plane = 3rd Dimension
When? = Taste = Time = 4th Dimension
Why? = Touch = Tesseract = 5th Dimension
How? = Psi = Merkaba = 6th Dimension
How many more dimensions?
Infinite.
We are limited only by our imaginations...
So, perhaps, we should attend to making them positively-focused.
After all, we are what we believe.
~AC
Was it the heat in the kitchen? Was it the fact that I have an absolute inability to relax in a head-space cluttered with direction and critique? Is it simply that I need to laugh at myself more for acting so immature while knowing, all alone in my shattered heart, that no matter what I do...I fail in His eyes?
"Choose," they say.
Pick a path, fall in-line, parrot the program, join the club, conform...rabbit...conform...
Conform so we can suppress your desire for life...so we can drain the passion out of your mind...so we can retrain your curiosity into something we can control...something we can use...something...anything...like what we've seen...so we know we are still in the position of power in our own game of chess...
"Give us your power."
"Give us the truth."
"We'll take it," they say.
Give it willingly or we will drug you, make you submit, cause you to lose all you own, bring you into the public eye, humiliate you, exploit you, ignore your right to privacy, involve the use of coercion, rape, torture, blackmail...ANYTHING!
They have no limits...
Or so they...always thought...until...
The rules changed...
The Board became 6-dimensional.
It is so much more than:
Who? = Sight = Point = 1st Dimension
What? = Sound = Line = 2nd Dimension
Where? = Smell = Plane = 3rd Dimension
When? = Taste = Time = 4th Dimension
Why? = Touch = Tesseract = 5th Dimension
How? = Psi = Merkaba = 6th Dimension
How many more dimensions?
Infinite.
We are limited only by our imaginations...
So, perhaps, we should attend to making them positively-focused.
After all, we are what we believe.
~AC
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Homo Erectus
For more information on the actual definition see here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_erectus
Today, I'd like to speak to the twisted underbelly of sexual control games known as BDSM. There is a lot of free pornography on the Web that depicts this graphic use of physical control by one or more individuals over one or more other individuals. But, without delving into the situation too far, I'd like to mention that my awakened reality of this 'perception' is relatively limited in my life. For this I thank God.
I have two instances where I have had minor BDSM episodes enter into my physical world -- both without my consent or prior discussion -- which makes them illegal.
The first is when I was put in chains and molested in front of a video camera for the ever-expanding collection of pornographic libraries of the Blockheads. I understand that the man who performed this action was under financial duress, thus, making him an easy pawn for the Blockheads to manipulate. As the actual events of the session are mostly unknown to me, as I was drugged, I will leave it in the hands of our most capable Law Enforcement to run it all up the flagpole.
The second experience was in a gray area. I was with a man I trusted who thought I needed to be choked for the experience to heighten my sexual arousal. This is known as erotic asphyxiation. There have been some high-profile cases of this in the media throughout the last decade. But, the important thing to remember here is that the end game is attempted murder...murder...or suicide...depending on the number of individuals involved.
Now, let me be clear. If an individual wants to participate in this "sexual play" that is that individual's business. I personally prefer to keep my physical activity balanced and light. Pillow-fights, tickling, wax-play, ice-play, as many positions as I want in a session, until I have no option but to sleep, are my preference. But, that's me.
I also would like the BDSM audience to consider several articles regarding the psychology of this particular form of 'role-play':
https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/unique-everybody-else/201307/bdsm-personality-and-mental-health
http://www.ejhs.org/volume15/BDSM.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BDSM_and_the_law
Personally, I prefer the idea of Comicon:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_Con
And awesome, creative Cosplay:
http://www.syfy.com/heroesofcosplay
Have fun with your dress-up and stay safe.
~AC
Today, I'd like to speak to the twisted underbelly of sexual control games known as BDSM. There is a lot of free pornography on the Web that depicts this graphic use of physical control by one or more individuals over one or more other individuals. But, without delving into the situation too far, I'd like to mention that my awakened reality of this 'perception' is relatively limited in my life. For this I thank God.
I have two instances where I have had minor BDSM episodes enter into my physical world -- both without my consent or prior discussion -- which makes them illegal.
The first is when I was put in chains and molested in front of a video camera for the ever-expanding collection of pornographic libraries of the Blockheads. I understand that the man who performed this action was under financial duress, thus, making him an easy pawn for the Blockheads to manipulate. As the actual events of the session are mostly unknown to me, as I was drugged, I will leave it in the hands of our most capable Law Enforcement to run it all up the flagpole.
The second experience was in a gray area. I was with a man I trusted who thought I needed to be choked for the experience to heighten my sexual arousal. This is known as erotic asphyxiation. There have been some high-profile cases of this in the media throughout the last decade. But, the important thing to remember here is that the end game is attempted murder...murder...or suicide...depending on the number of individuals involved.
Now, let me be clear. If an individual wants to participate in this "sexual play" that is that individual's business. I personally prefer to keep my physical activity balanced and light. Pillow-fights, tickling, wax-play, ice-play, as many positions as I want in a session, until I have no option but to sleep, are my preference. But, that's me.
I also would like the BDSM audience to consider several articles regarding the psychology of this particular form of 'role-play':
https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/unique-everybody-else/201307/bdsm-personality-and-mental-health
http://www.ejhs.org/volume15/BDSM.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BDSM_and_the_law
Personally, I prefer the idea of Comicon:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_Con
And awesome, creative Cosplay:
http://www.syfy.com/heroesofcosplay
Have fun with your dress-up and stay safe.
~AC
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Over-read Aside Note
In SL Chat:
Random Stranger: So, Baby, do you want to get together?
Me: No, thank you. I'm celibate.
Random Stranger: You celebrate?
Me: Yes. I celebrate...alone.
~AC
Random Stranger: So, Baby, do you want to get together?
Me: No, thank you. I'm celibate.
Random Stranger: You celebrate?
Me: Yes. I celebrate...alone.
~AC
Stay True
My path is to:
The Depth...
The Abyss...
The Deep...
Beyond the truth...
To True Love...
Would I be happy with 98% happiness?
Yes.
I imagine that I would need 2% angst just to keep my mind alive.
Besides, my True North is hiding...
Everyone says Teach.
That's His Job.
The Taurus who is my childhood self will always be in place for such educational decisions. But, my Scorpio is strong...and the pull of my center is a subterfuge...a counter-clockwise whirlpool...which will suck-in anyone who chooses to attempt to swim in my emotional current.
Luckily, my intellectual current is smooth, shallow, and easy to understand. It is crystal clear. It is like a rain puddle, a clear mountain stream, a cool oxygenated lake, deep enough to drown in, Ophelia, but why lie face-down in it and inhale?
My poppy field...my joy of exhilaration...my breath of peaceful reflection...my rocky road of thorns...my calloused and abused feet...my hands and my voice of truth and musical passion...my life and my choices...
I will be in-touch.
Stay True.
~AC
The Depth...
The Abyss...
The Deep...
Beyond the truth...
To True Love...
Would I be happy with 98% happiness?
Yes.
I imagine that I would need 2% angst just to keep my mind alive.
Besides, my True North is hiding...
Everyone says Teach.
That's His Job.
The Taurus who is my childhood self will always be in place for such educational decisions. But, my Scorpio is strong...and the pull of my center is a subterfuge...a counter-clockwise whirlpool...which will suck-in anyone who chooses to attempt to swim in my emotional current.
Luckily, my intellectual current is smooth, shallow, and easy to understand. It is crystal clear. It is like a rain puddle, a clear mountain stream, a cool oxygenated lake, deep enough to drown in, Ophelia, but why lie face-down in it and inhale?
My poppy field...my joy of exhilaration...my breath of peaceful reflection...my rocky road of thorns...my calloused and abused feet...my hands and my voice of truth and musical passion...my life and my choices...
I will be in-touch.
Stay True.
~AC
Monday, June 22, 2015
Bedtime
I wonder what it is going to be like to be happy and healthy in Heaven after being fully disabled throughout most of my life? What will I do with my new freedom, my new body, my new soul? Will I travel interstellarly? I told a Physical Chemist, a former colleague of my Dad's once, that by the time anyone caught up with me, I'd be on the way to Saturn.
He laughed.
Of course, his world-view was thoroughly hampered by his 5 senses...
Luckily, I have a more expansive view of the Universe. Maybe tonight I'll dream about it. Because, it sure would be great to dream organically and remember it again. I went to a lot of trouble to train myself how to do it the first time. All this product placement, service order, and silliness are dragging on my psyche.
Here's hoping I am back to my archetypes overnight.
~AC
He laughed.
Of course, his world-view was thoroughly hampered by his 5 senses...
Luckily, I have a more expansive view of the Universe. Maybe tonight I'll dream about it. Because, it sure would be great to dream organically and remember it again. I went to a lot of trouble to train myself how to do it the first time. All this product placement, service order, and silliness are dragging on my psyche.
Here's hoping I am back to my archetypes overnight.
~AC
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Living My Dream
If someone would let me sleep.
I am sober.
I am tobacco free.
I just want to be asleep...peacefully...all by myself...so I can dream.
Do you have any idea how long it has been since I had a dream to occupy my attention...a real dream full of archetype...something organic...without the literal interpretation of some implanted nonsensical hyper-reality by people who believe they are prophets leading me to some far-away Holy Land?
The Capstone...
Who is at the top of the pyramid?
Who belongs there?
Go ahead...I'm just going to keep feeding it back to you...I'm going to feed it back...it is all feed-back.
At some point...at some point...at some point in time we are going to come to an agreement about what to do with my life...and when I decide...I will let you know...if I want...
The more you fight the stronger I am.
Divide and conquer...
~AC
I am sober.
I am tobacco free.
I just want to be asleep...peacefully...all by myself...so I can dream.
Do you have any idea how long it has been since I had a dream to occupy my attention...a real dream full of archetype...something organic...without the literal interpretation of some implanted nonsensical hyper-reality by people who believe they are prophets leading me to some far-away Holy Land?
The Capstone...
Who is at the top of the pyramid?
Who belongs there?
Go ahead...I'm just going to keep feeding it back to you...I'm going to feed it back...it is all feed-back.
At some point...at some point...at some point in time we are going to come to an agreement about what to do with my life...and when I decide...I will let you know...if I want...
The more you fight the stronger I am.
Divide and conquer...
~AC
The Pirate's Parrots
Pirates, scoundrels, cut-throats...
Romanticized and horrific...
Drunken, brilliant, one Law.
Parley.
From http://pirates.wikia.com/wiki/Parley:
And their parrots...Macaws...who live for more than 80 years on average.
The Macaw is a beautiful bird. One of God's most gorgeous and unique animals, the Macaw is capable of mimicking any word repeated in its presence the first moment it hears it. Like a child, the Macaw is open to communication...fully-open.
My first experience with a Macaw happened when I was very young. I was around Age 4 when I met Huey. The last time I visited him was a few years ago. He lived at SciWorks in Winston-Salem, NC until his death at age 88.
It was said that they had to cut out his tongue because he was the proud possession of a Haitian Pirate who ran Cocaine to Miami. The parrot knew a lot of Spanish but only swear words in English. It was hard to find a place for him, no one would adopt him, and that is where I learned all the foul language I knew.
So, what lesson did I learn from Huey?
Parroting is dangerous. If I do it often enough around people who understand only the rule of Parley eventually someone will cut-out my tongue. But, the gift of unique and beautiful expression is offered through repetition.
If I want a child to have manners...I encourage and use manners myself. If I want children to behave like members of a civil society, I offer them an example of civility, and take steps to correct the uncivil behavior when it is first presented.
Huey was the first to ever call me a "bitch."
So, if you want to know the origin of my nickname, there you go.
(I just wish that Huey had called me "Sweetheart.")
~AC
Romanticized and horrific...
Drunken, brilliant, one Law.
Parley.
From http://pirates.wikia.com/wiki/Parley:
- "Parley. I invoke the right of parley. According to the Code of the Brethren set down by the pirates Morgan and Bartholomew, you have to take me to your captain."
"I know the Code."
"If an adversary demands parley, you can do them no harm until the parley is complete." - ―Elizabeth Swann and Pintel
Parley, often stylized as parlay, was a negotiation conference especially one between enemies over terms of a truce or other matters. The root of the word parley is parler, which is the French verb "to speak"; specifically the conjugation parlez "you speak", whether as imperative or indicative. The term written as "parlay" on the Pirata Codex was known as a right in the Code of the Pirate Brethren, set down by Morgan and Bartholomew, that allowed any person to invoke temporary protection and brought before the captain to "negotiate" without being attacked until the parley is complete.
And their parrots...Macaws...who live for more than 80 years on average.
The Macaw is a beautiful bird. One of God's most gorgeous and unique animals, the Macaw is capable of mimicking any word repeated in its presence the first moment it hears it. Like a child, the Macaw is open to communication...fully-open.
My first experience with a Macaw happened when I was very young. I was around Age 4 when I met Huey. The last time I visited him was a few years ago. He lived at SciWorks in Winston-Salem, NC until his death at age 88.
It was said that they had to cut out his tongue because he was the proud possession of a Haitian Pirate who ran Cocaine to Miami. The parrot knew a lot of Spanish but only swear words in English. It was hard to find a place for him, no one would adopt him, and that is where I learned all the foul language I knew.
So, what lesson did I learn from Huey?
Parroting is dangerous. If I do it often enough around people who understand only the rule of Parley eventually someone will cut-out my tongue. But, the gift of unique and beautiful expression is offered through repetition.
If I want a child to have manners...I encourage and use manners myself. If I want children to behave like members of a civil society, I offer them an example of civility, and take steps to correct the uncivil behavior when it is first presented.
Huey was the first to ever call me a "bitch."
So, if you want to know the origin of my nickname, there you go.
(I just wish that Huey had called me "Sweetheart.")
~AC
Friday, June 19, 2015
The 3 Southern Rules
Rule #1: Watch your mouth
Rule #2: Bless your heart
Rule #3: Act like you got some sense
~AC
Rule #2: Bless your heart
Rule #3: Act like you got some sense
~AC
Soothing Myself
Yes...that is exactly what I mean.
There is something to be said about chickens and hatching and looking for alternative avenues of affection and acceptance. In fact, when my personal self-esteem is centered, I feel quite capable of helping in anyway possible.
Do they want me to help though?
The answer I receive is mixed.
Running it up the flagpole is one thing.
Sitting with it shoved up my arse is something else entirely.
So, when you ask me, "do I want to be a public servant?"
I say yes, within my means, within my reason, and guided by my own heart.
If it can be bought and paid for...is that really democracy?
Also, is it really reasonable to even consider standing at the Head of the General Assembly. After all, I did win that "Most Out-spoken Award" superlative in High School for a reason. The explanation was that I am the girl with something to say about everything.
And here I am...
Still espousing my truth.
~AC
There is something to be said about chickens and hatching and looking for alternative avenues of affection and acceptance. In fact, when my personal self-esteem is centered, I feel quite capable of helping in anyway possible.
Do they want me to help though?
The answer I receive is mixed.
Running it up the flagpole is one thing.
Sitting with it shoved up my arse is something else entirely.
So, when you ask me, "do I want to be a public servant?"
I say yes, within my means, within my reason, and guided by my own heart.
If it can be bought and paid for...is that really democracy?
Also, is it really reasonable to even consider standing at the Head of the General Assembly. After all, I did win that "Most Out-spoken Award" superlative in High School for a reason. The explanation was that I am the girl with something to say about everything.
And here I am...
Still espousing my truth.
~AC
The Word of the Insane
So, I have several members of my "family" who still use racial slurs to label members of our world community. Granted, this word is still in use through-out the world through the perpetuation of what some might call Art. While this particular word is defined in Websters, has Spanish roots (negro -- meaning black) and is covered under the 1st Amendment, it is offensive to me and is labelled offensive in the the dictionary.
In a civil society, it is wise to hold ones tongue, simply to avoid offending. And now, that we are all mind-to-mind we would do well to control our thoughts and teach our children to be pleasing instead of offensive -- offering wisdom and a good example to follow so the word becomes obsolete in our civil society.
I spent several hours yesterday in my hometown community. I spent most of my time with people who are known to have dementia. This racial slur was traded around the room like a cracker by parrots. It was fascinating and disturbing what a room of mental patients will mock.
I can only imagine what these Senior Enrichment programs are actually trying to accomplish. Because, on the one hand there was affluence and on the other there was poverty. And on both there was extreme ignorance.
Specifically, in the position to assist -- the caretaker in both the affluent and impoverished situations -- was being treated as though his or her very uniqueness as a person was being threatened through perpetuated stupidity.
I understand this is my opinion.
Calling each other "Dog" or "Peeps" is at least silly or cute. It can be shared as a testament to rogue brotherhood or a sugar-rush brought on by too much Easter candy.
But, our Mommas give us names.
Let's try using them, instead.
The only reason I can see for the avoidance of this tradition is to conceal identity or to negate it.
~AC
In a civil society, it is wise to hold ones tongue, simply to avoid offending. And now, that we are all mind-to-mind we would do well to control our thoughts and teach our children to be pleasing instead of offensive -- offering wisdom and a good example to follow so the word becomes obsolete in our civil society.
I spent several hours yesterday in my hometown community. I spent most of my time with people who are known to have dementia. This racial slur was traded around the room like a cracker by parrots. It was fascinating and disturbing what a room of mental patients will mock.
I can only imagine what these Senior Enrichment programs are actually trying to accomplish. Because, on the one hand there was affluence and on the other there was poverty. And on both there was extreme ignorance.
Specifically, in the position to assist -- the caretaker in both the affluent and impoverished situations -- was being treated as though his or her very uniqueness as a person was being threatened through perpetuated stupidity.
I understand this is my opinion.
Calling each other "Dog" or "Peeps" is at least silly or cute. It can be shared as a testament to rogue brotherhood or a sugar-rush brought on by too much Easter candy.
But, our Mommas give us names.
Let's try using them, instead.
The only reason I can see for the avoidance of this tradition is to conceal identity or to negate it.
~AC
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
PTSD
My life has been one long string of PTSD episodes. The physical repercussions of my experiences hit me at strange times. The way my body seems to move without the actual decision to move it...on occasion...and the flashes of insight...the tests to see if the barrier will break...is the hypnosis deep enough to save me from my own truth...just in case...just in case I remember what happened to me before the people responsible get caught up in their own webs.
This is the danger of every battle.
I remember the look on Tony's face when they dropped him behind enemy lines. That happy, high-as-hell, grin on his face. Just to get the combat-training...so he could make rank...and get that promotion. I saw it. Just like I was him climb out of the water...grinning...and looking like a drowned rat in an Armani suit.
The bottom-line is, "who cares?"
The War is over. We're just playing politics and mopping up...swabbing the deck...if you will. And SECNAV can take a hike. If I was rich, I'd be someone. But, I'm nobody.
~AC
This is the danger of every battle.
I remember the look on Tony's face when they dropped him behind enemy lines. That happy, high-as-hell, grin on his face. Just to get the combat-training...so he could make rank...and get that promotion. I saw it. Just like I was him climb out of the water...grinning...and looking like a drowned rat in an Armani suit.
The bottom-line is, "who cares?"
The War is over. We're just playing politics and mopping up...swabbing the deck...if you will. And SECNAV can take a hike. If I was rich, I'd be someone. But, I'm nobody.
~AC
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Today
The Indian Rupee is horribly deflated and the American Dollar is stable. The Euro is impressive and the Yen is depressed. How deeply do I need to go into a quagmire to be aware of the definite repercussions of a work for credit exchange? Any Accountant knows -- it is money-in and money-out that makes a balance sheet work.
Am I relaxing?
Yes and No.
Yes, I am doing the mental work that supports my dreams for my own future. But, no, I am being psychologically hijacked in my sleep. So, I'm at a 50% of effective. Would this number be higher if those who are attempting to handle me were to ask before taking? Yes. Would I be capable of greater productivity if I were to balance my life completely? Yes. Would my time be better spent sitting on my island in the stream? Yes.
But, I am being stabbed in the back by the people who most want to call me a friend. If they get stabbed back -- it will be 3-times as hard. The Rule of 3. If I am assisted, they will be assisted by a factor of 10. These are absolutely truths in the world of Good and Evil.
Good - 10
Evil - 3
It's the score.
Look at the games...
Look at the averages...
Look at the bottom lines...
I enjoy Baseball.
I enjoy Economics.
I enjoy the Basic Rules of Spiritual Accounting.
But, mostly I enjoy being myself without interruption.
Watch. Commentary is superfluous. I only speak because you are speaking to or of me. I only notice because you are judging my performance. I only smile because -- perception is fully-deaf and half-blind.
Freedom.
Today, as everyday, is my World of Freedom.
~AC
Am I relaxing?
Yes and No.
Yes, I am doing the mental work that supports my dreams for my own future. But, no, I am being psychologically hijacked in my sleep. So, I'm at a 50% of effective. Would this number be higher if those who are attempting to handle me were to ask before taking? Yes. Would I be capable of greater productivity if I were to balance my life completely? Yes. Would my time be better spent sitting on my island in the stream? Yes.
But, I am being stabbed in the back by the people who most want to call me a friend. If they get stabbed back -- it will be 3-times as hard. The Rule of 3. If I am assisted, they will be assisted by a factor of 10. These are absolutely truths in the world of Good and Evil.
Good - 10
Evil - 3
It's the score.
Look at the games...
Look at the averages...
Look at the bottom lines...
I enjoy Baseball.
I enjoy Economics.
I enjoy the Basic Rules of Spiritual Accounting.
But, mostly I enjoy being myself without interruption.
Watch. Commentary is superfluous. I only speak because you are speaking to or of me. I only notice because you are judging my performance. I only smile because -- perception is fully-deaf and half-blind.
Freedom.
Today, as everyday, is my World of Freedom.
~AC
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Wasting my Time...
He told me...before I incarnated that this would happen...that I'd be bored with it.
But, I am fascinated!
Look at all the capers.
Look at all the silliness parading as truth.
I just want you to know, I realize you are working with half the cards, and that it is difficult to see the actual strings pulling the scenery aside. But, the work is God's and I am a voice crying out in the wilderness.
John said, "I am the voice of one shouting in the wilderness, 'Make straight the way for the Lord,' as Isaiah the prophet said." ~John 1:23
But, I am fascinated!
Look at all the capers.
Look at all the silliness parading as truth.
I just want you to know, I realize you are working with half the cards, and that it is difficult to see the actual strings pulling the scenery aside. But, the work is God's and I am a voice crying out in the wilderness.
John said, "I am the voice of one shouting in the wilderness, 'Make straight the way for the Lord,' as Isaiah the prophet said." ~John 1:23
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Too Short, Too Soon, Too True
I have wasted so much energy. I spent my entire vacation cleaning-up my psyche. Beating my body into a domestic servant pose and acting as mosquito bait is really a lousy way to spend the sweet vacation days I wanted to sleep-in and the nights I wanted to walk-out.
A week is too short...
The drive home...
Much too soon.
But, I'm following the blueprint, like it or not.
Too true.
~AC
A week is too short...
The drive home...
Much too soon.
But, I'm following the blueprint, like it or not.
Too true.
~AC
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Busted?
There are some people who definitely are busted.
They are poor, homeless, hungry, and illiterate.
If you are that person...we are here to help...
We are the United States of America, we are North Carolina, and we are the Educators you've been seeking. Come home. Come to NC.
~AC
They are poor, homeless, hungry, and illiterate.
If you are that person...we are here to help...
We are the United States of America, we are North Carolina, and we are the Educators you've been seeking. Come home. Come to NC.
~AC
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Newest Director of NC SBI
Pressley of High Point, NC is an excellent choice.
Smart, friendly, funny, and amazingly-detailed, she has embraced her career objectives with great tenacity. Her record will speak for itself.
~AC
Smart, friendly, funny, and amazingly-detailed, she has embraced her career objectives with great tenacity. Her record will speak for itself.
~AC
Captain
Who am I to write such a letter?
And why not offer you the same sweet deal?
Granted.
At your leisure, Ma'am.
May I suggest, Zion, perhaps?
~AC
And why not offer you the same sweet deal?
Granted.
At your leisure, Ma'am.
May I suggest, Zion, perhaps?
~AC
The Space Cowboy...
Rugged, smart-mouthed, brilliant...
This man is beyond reproach in honesty, military-drive, character-sustaining, and Team-building. He has a handle on a lot of things. I just happen to be one of the few on which he loses his grip. Sexy, clear-eyed, powerful, he usually maintains a sincerely tight ship. I appreciate those qualities immensely and will appreciate him even more fully upon his retirement.
His choice of course.
But, he's not getting any younger and the constant pressure to perform at this level so specific, a duty so focused in detail, it is making it difficult for his insubordinate to run anything up his flagpole. And, as you know, I love to run it up someone's flagpole.
Tap your replacement.
We know you are capable. But, like my Grandfather finally released at age 88 -- he knew when it was time to stop driving when he couldn't turn and crank his neck anymore. It has been my greatest honor to serve you and the Administration.
If you wish, I will accept your resignation in your own time.
I know a man who is completely ready for the honor of your commendation.
Look over the file.
If he fails...it will be the fault of his ranks...
Because he is a Leader with a heart of gold and a steel-trap.
As you were.
~AC
This man is beyond reproach in honesty, military-drive, character-sustaining, and Team-building. He has a handle on a lot of things. I just happen to be one of the few on which he loses his grip. Sexy, clear-eyed, powerful, he usually maintains a sincerely tight ship. I appreciate those qualities immensely and will appreciate him even more fully upon his retirement.
His choice of course.
But, he's not getting any younger and the constant pressure to perform at this level so specific, a duty so focused in detail, it is making it difficult for his insubordinate to run anything up his flagpole. And, as you know, I love to run it up someone's flagpole.
Tap your replacement.
We know you are capable. But, like my Grandfather finally released at age 88 -- he knew when it was time to stop driving when he couldn't turn and crank his neck anymore. It has been my greatest honor to serve you and the Administration.
If you wish, I will accept your resignation in your own time.
I know a man who is completely ready for the honor of your commendation.
Look over the file.
If he fails...it will be the fault of his ranks...
Because he is a Leader with a heart of gold and a steel-trap.
As you were.
~AC
Black Flag
"Anarchy is a state of disorder due to absence or non-recognition of authority. It is the absence of government and absolute freedom of the individual, regarded as a political ideal."Now, what have we learned?
That without the Government and with Absolute Freedom...we have destroyed our Home...
So, as I said, recently, "Police yourself if you want to be free."
Remember there are moments in every life which define character.
If you want to live on Occam's Razor...
Get some alcohol and some antibiotic and dress your own wounds.
Also, ROCK ON!
~AC
Friday, June 5, 2015
Growing-up Sporty
I was an athlete.
I was a musician.
I was entirely too cute for my own good...for the majority of my life...
I am a writer.
I am a poet.
I am a person.
I like it.
~AC
I was a musician.
I was entirely too cute for my own good...for the majority of my life...
I am a writer.
I am a poet.
I am a person.
I like it.
~AC
Snarky = Sadness
I was a bit snarky. Maybe too matter-of-fact for the days it matters most. Or maybe I just wanted to allow people to touchstone on their own realities as I am just below the surface in tears today...as it boils over because I am so sad about losing my baby.
It was the right decision at the time. Julianna understood that I was in no position to take care of her...and she needed the correct start...
I still have her close when I allow myself the luxury of emotion.
She's right there.
And the bastards that hurt us...
Their karma is coming.
It is coming with vengeance.
~AC
It was the right decision at the time. Julianna understood that I was in no position to take care of her...and she needed the correct start...
I still have her close when I allow myself the luxury of emotion.
She's right there.
And the bastards that hurt us...
Their karma is coming.
It is coming with vengeance.
~AC
What is it Going to Take?
I cut my mind off from my heart.
It was awesome. I absolutely separated them from each other and studied them separately. I was a neurologist and a cardiologist with the deft-maneuverability of a psychiatrist....except I did it from the ethric body...
I punished myself for 34 years.
I crucified myself -- mentally and emotionally for years -- my soul in torment.
Now, I am even.
Karma is balanced.
~AC
It was awesome. I absolutely separated them from each other and studied them separately. I was a neurologist and a cardiologist with the deft-maneuverability of a psychiatrist....except I did it from the ethric body...
I punished myself for 34 years.
I crucified myself -- mentally and emotionally for years -- my soul in torment.
Now, I am even.
Karma is balanced.
~AC
The Fix...
The shortest distance between Point A and Point B is a straight line. In the case of two straight lines a hypotenuse. In the case of three straight lines?
We might as well be talking envelopes.
And what comes in envelopes?
Letters of course!
So, here is a letter.
Dear Professor:
I certainly hope you enjoy your fall from grace. Because, when I am done with you, I am going after the rest of your ratty little friends. See, I moved your cheese. I moved it and now you are left with an entire congregation of broken, guilty, but most-certainly saved ships.
I told your drunk, child-sexually-assaulting partner and now I'm telling you...
Get off the top of the pyramid before God puts a lightening bolt through your skull.
~ One of His Many Blessed Angels
PS. I told you so...watch that hole in the wall open-up...and suck you into oblivion.
*smiles*
~ AC
We might as well be talking envelopes.
And what comes in envelopes?
Letters of course!
So, here is a letter.
Dear Professor:
I certainly hope you enjoy your fall from grace. Because, when I am done with you, I am going after the rest of your ratty little friends. See, I moved your cheese. I moved it and now you are left with an entire congregation of broken, guilty, but most-certainly saved ships.
I told your drunk, child-sexually-assaulting partner and now I'm telling you...
Get off the top of the pyramid before God puts a lightening bolt through your skull.
~ One of His Many Blessed Angels
PS. I told you so...watch that hole in the wall open-up...and suck you into oblivion.
*smiles*
~ AC
I am an American
Hi...
I am an American.
If I wanted to be in Israel I would be.
If I wanted to be in Switzerland I would be.
If I wanted to be someone other than myself...I would be.
I like me.
~AC
I am an American.
If I wanted to be in Israel I would be.
If I wanted to be in Switzerland I would be.
If I wanted to be someone other than myself...I would be.
I like me.
~AC
Am I Awful?
Or am I just Snarky?
Everyone in the world, No one in the world, Anyone in the world, Somebody in the world...
Just took it exactly how they wanted to take it...
And I just smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
And disappeared.
Fade to Black...
It's all out-takes from here forward...
~AC
Everyone in the world, No one in the world, Anyone in the world, Somebody in the world...
Just took it exactly how they wanted to take it...
And I just smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
And disappeared.
Fade to Black...
It's all out-takes from here forward...
~AC
Silly Rabbit...
Tricks are for kids...
Not adults...
Adults take everything so seriously...
Until they are children at heart again...
Then they are Brilliant.
~PA
Not adults...
Adults take everything so seriously...
Until they are children at heart again...
Then they are Brilliant.
~PA
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Orders
There is only one.
The Great Doctor made it and it is in every place in the World...
Without Boarders...or is that Borders...
Medicine.
The only true Non-Profit.
Affordable Healthcare...
All over the World.
Thank you, Mr. Gates and Melinda.
We owe you our lives...
~AC
The Great Doctor made it and it is in every place in the World...
Without Boarders...or is that Borders...
Medicine.
The only true Non-Profit.
Affordable Healthcare...
All over the World.
Thank you, Mr. Gates and Melinda.
We owe you our lives...
~AC
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
What is the Best Thing in the World?
Humor-based Love.
Once the humor is gone there is only one thing to do...
Write your own jokes.
~AC
Once the humor is gone there is only one thing to do...
Write your own jokes.
~AC
If Love...
Was a river I'd cross it...
Was a mountain I'd climb it...
Was a planet I'd save it...
Was on a cross I'd walk it.
~AC
Was a mountain I'd climb it...
Was a planet I'd save it...
Was on a cross I'd walk it.
~AC
Last Thought of the Moment
I want to thank you again for performing exactly the correct actions.
We are making tremendous strides toward clean-up.
You are all to be commended.
I love you.
~AC
We are making tremendous strides toward clean-up.
You are all to be commended.
I love you.
~AC
Strictly Sticky
When I was younger, I played soccer with the kid across the street. He was a really nice guy-- until he cheated me. You see, we were playing soccer. I lived on a hill. My goal was at the bottom of the hill. His was at the top.
The goal was unmarked -- so he figured anywhere past me was within regulation space. But, I grew-up playing soccer. So, I knew the size of the goal.
He kicked the ball down hill, sliced it way right, and proceeded to reg flag himself...
(That means he ran his mouth...)
I am not proud of this.
I full-nelsoned him into a Yucca plant.
So, when you tell me to control my temper,
Remember...
It was much worse.
PS...He has a beautiful family, a terrific sister, fantastic angel father, and a brilliant momma.
~AC
The goal was unmarked -- so he figured anywhere past me was within regulation space. But, I grew-up playing soccer. So, I knew the size of the goal.
He kicked the ball down hill, sliced it way right, and proceeded to reg flag himself...
(That means he ran his mouth...)
I am not proud of this.
I full-nelsoned him into a Yucca plant.
So, when you tell me to control my temper,
Remember...
It was much worse.
PS...He has a beautiful family, a terrific sister, fantastic angel father, and a brilliant momma.
~AC
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Choices vs. Decisions
There something of Divinity in allowing Inspiration to dictate the Love we offer to the Universe. We have a choice of course. But, when I make a decision, it is my responsibility to live with the consequences of my actions.
So, what are the consequences?
Well, I ran it up the flag pole.
The consequence of that action is to be promoted for Intelligence work Above and Beyond.
Well, I encouraged the depth of learning.
That's cash-flow...and benefits...and retirement...
I was a medical guinea pig/bunny rabbit/hamster/rat/mouse...
So, that's a Lawsuit.
I was an Artiste...
So, that's Respect.
And I am a Human Being...
So that Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of my Own HAPPINESS.
You can do anything you want to no one.
Because I don't even really exist.
Remember the Ring?
I've been dead for years and years and years and years and years and years and years.
~AC
So, what are the consequences?
Well, I ran it up the flag pole.
The consequence of that action is to be promoted for Intelligence work Above and Beyond.
Well, I encouraged the depth of learning.
That's cash-flow...and benefits...and retirement...
I was a medical guinea pig/bunny rabbit/hamster/rat/mouse...
So, that's a Lawsuit.
I was an Artiste...
So, that's Respect.
And I am a Human Being...
So that Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of my Own HAPPINESS.
You can do anything you want to no one.
Because I don't even really exist.
Remember the Ring?
I've been dead for years and years and years and years and years and years and years.
~AC
*laughs*
Such a sweet offer and such a funny guy!
Persona under-estimated.
But, an amazing cover...I admit...
Never let them see you coming...
Thank you.
To all of you.
I needed that.
~AC
Persona under-estimated.
But, an amazing cover...I admit...
Never let them see you coming...
Thank you.
To all of you.
I needed that.
~AC
Snoopy -- Progression is Our Reward...
Happy 34th Birthday, Officer Eric...
(Slow down or run the lights and siren...)
You love to be the center of attention and you want to appear strong, confident and dominant. You are very proud of yourself, sometimes quite vain even. When all around you are bedraggled and falling apart, you look like a million bucks! Very dignified and honorable, you enjoy the power and privilege, but not the responsibilities, that come with leadership. You are very idealistic but can also be quite stubborn. Others impress you only if they have integrity (but wealth, power and influence can also turn your head). You prefer rich, elegant surroundings and possessions, and will try to acquire them as your budget allows. Physically, you are very impressive - - at your best you have a regal, charismatic demeanor and bearing. Try not to be such a showoff!
You have a quick, bright and agile mind, but an extremely short attention span. You love the external, kaleidoscopic aspects of life, but you tend to avoid (and even fear) deep, close emotional involvements. As such, you seem to enjoy travel and sightseeing and generally being "on-the-go." You get quite listless when things around you become static and dull, but your excitement returns whenever you are stimulated by a new idea. Chatty, inquisitive and quite playful, you enjoy practical jokes and games in general. Your moods change quickly and often -- you are very restless and constantly in motion. You are known for your versatility and adaptability. Your vivaciousness enlivens any social gathering.
An idealist, you prefer the grand, the beautiful, the good and the noble. You get very disappointed when your high expectations in life are not met. Very curious by nature, you enjoy traveling and learning about other peoples and cultures. Try to avoid your tendency to ignore the small but important details of living. You are independent and free, and you want others to be that way, too. Optimistic, buoyant and cheerful, others like to have you around. You have an incessant desire to learn as much as possible about metaphysics, religion, philosophy and any other broad, deep subject. Your life tends to be punctuated by bursts of energy and frenetic activity.
Your mind is active, quick and agile. You are very restless and you get bored easily. Unless you receive constant mental stimulation, you become extremely nervous and begin to act in an unstable manner. You are probably a good student because of your natural inquisitiveness. You also love to travel. Your learning tends to be superficial, though, because you have a relatively short attention span. Try to develop the mental discipline to finish what you start. Also, you tend to talk on at times seemingly just to fill space -- make sure that your conversation has some substance to it or others will start avoiding you.
You like to be very close to other people. You need emotional support yourself and are willing to give it to others. When you feel unloved and insecure, you can be very jealous and possessive. You are not interested in casual or superficial relationships -- only deep emotional involvements interest you. Your faithful devotion is one of your greatest gifts, but be careful not to become too dependent on others. Learn to stand on your own two feet and demand your own rights once in a while.
Your energies get turned on quickly whenever anything interests you. But you have a very short attention span and it is difficult for you to complete tasks because something else more interesting always seems to be beckoning. You love to debate and argue, usually in a spirit of friendly disagreement. But watch out that you do not get too overly aggressive or antagonistic or others will be quick to take offense where none may have really been intended. You need to be in constant physical motion -- sports or daily exercise is a must for you if you are to feel fit and healthy.
You must be proud of all that you do in order to grow and develop. You enjoy being totally honest and aboveboard and you revel in the admiration and respect you receive from others due to your high- minded, upright way of life. Make sure, though, that your natural tendency to boast and show off is based on your actual accomplishments. Don't fall prey to self-exaggeration or arrogance. You truly do like outrageous spectacles and grand jolly times and will go out of your way to make them a reality.
Basically quite conservative, you respect traditional authority figures and are very thankful and supportive of the laws and institutions which govern your life. You learn and accept new ideas only after having very thoroughly examined them. Ideals and abstract concepts are important to you only if they can be used in some practical fashion. You are so practical and so orderly that you have natural skills in planning, administrating and organizing.
For you, as well as for the rest of your peers, the issue of personal freedom is not just an abstract issue that can be discussed and then forgotten. You feel very deeply the loss or threat of loss of your ability to remain unrestricted and independent. And you will react vigorously and vociferously to defend your right of self-expression, no matter what the cost.
You, and your entire generation, are interested in ways of expanding your consciousness beyond the level of everyday reality. You will explore exotic religions and metaphysical studies that purport to transcend the mundane. You will prepare the theoretical base of studies that will be fulfilled by the drive, energy and initiative of the following generation. the Moon's Node in the 12 signs.
For your entire generation, this is a period of intense changes in the very fabric of society. Many accepted institutions may pass away or be born anew. The good of the community as a whole will be stressed and individual rights may come under attack. This will possibly be a period of decay that will lead to a new order.
Your Goal This Year:
You find it very difficult to be comfortable being alone -- you would much prefer to be in an environment where many people are working together toward common goals. Your charming and sincere approach to others assures your popularity -- you have the gift of being able to ease tensions just by your mere presence. You're the perfect "team player" willing to sacrifice your own importance so that the group goal can be accomplished. Be careful, however, not to become overly dependent on your interactions with others -- you have personal private needs that should not be neglected.
(Slow down or run the lights and siren...)
You love to be the center of attention and you want to appear strong, confident and dominant. You are very proud of yourself, sometimes quite vain even. When all around you are bedraggled and falling apart, you look like a million bucks! Very dignified and honorable, you enjoy the power and privilege, but not the responsibilities, that come with leadership. You are very idealistic but can also be quite stubborn. Others impress you only if they have integrity (but wealth, power and influence can also turn your head). You prefer rich, elegant surroundings and possessions, and will try to acquire them as your budget allows. Physically, you are very impressive - - at your best you have a regal, charismatic demeanor and bearing. Try not to be such a showoff!
You have a quick, bright and agile mind, but an extremely short attention span. You love the external, kaleidoscopic aspects of life, but you tend to avoid (and even fear) deep, close emotional involvements. As such, you seem to enjoy travel and sightseeing and generally being "on-the-go." You get quite listless when things around you become static and dull, but your excitement returns whenever you are stimulated by a new idea. Chatty, inquisitive and quite playful, you enjoy practical jokes and games in general. Your moods change quickly and often -- you are very restless and constantly in motion. You are known for your versatility and adaptability. Your vivaciousness enlivens any social gathering.
An idealist, you prefer the grand, the beautiful, the good and the noble. You get very disappointed when your high expectations in life are not met. Very curious by nature, you enjoy traveling and learning about other peoples and cultures. Try to avoid your tendency to ignore the small but important details of living. You are independent and free, and you want others to be that way, too. Optimistic, buoyant and cheerful, others like to have you around. You have an incessant desire to learn as much as possible about metaphysics, religion, philosophy and any other broad, deep subject. Your life tends to be punctuated by bursts of energy and frenetic activity.
Your mind is active, quick and agile. You are very restless and you get bored easily. Unless you receive constant mental stimulation, you become extremely nervous and begin to act in an unstable manner. You are probably a good student because of your natural inquisitiveness. You also love to travel. Your learning tends to be superficial, though, because you have a relatively short attention span. Try to develop the mental discipline to finish what you start. Also, you tend to talk on at times seemingly just to fill space -- make sure that your conversation has some substance to it or others will start avoiding you.
You like to be very close to other people. You need emotional support yourself and are willing to give it to others. When you feel unloved and insecure, you can be very jealous and possessive. You are not interested in casual or superficial relationships -- only deep emotional involvements interest you. Your faithful devotion is one of your greatest gifts, but be careful not to become too dependent on others. Learn to stand on your own two feet and demand your own rights once in a while.
Your energies get turned on quickly whenever anything interests you. But you have a very short attention span and it is difficult for you to complete tasks because something else more interesting always seems to be beckoning. You love to debate and argue, usually in a spirit of friendly disagreement. But watch out that you do not get too overly aggressive or antagonistic or others will be quick to take offense where none may have really been intended. You need to be in constant physical motion -- sports or daily exercise is a must for you if you are to feel fit and healthy.
You must be proud of all that you do in order to grow and develop. You enjoy being totally honest and aboveboard and you revel in the admiration and respect you receive from others due to your high- minded, upright way of life. Make sure, though, that your natural tendency to boast and show off is based on your actual accomplishments. Don't fall prey to self-exaggeration or arrogance. You truly do like outrageous spectacles and grand jolly times and will go out of your way to make them a reality.
Basically quite conservative, you respect traditional authority figures and are very thankful and supportive of the laws and institutions which govern your life. You learn and accept new ideas only after having very thoroughly examined them. Ideals and abstract concepts are important to you only if they can be used in some practical fashion. You are so practical and so orderly that you have natural skills in planning, administrating and organizing.
For you, as well as for the rest of your peers, the issue of personal freedom is not just an abstract issue that can be discussed and then forgotten. You feel very deeply the loss or threat of loss of your ability to remain unrestricted and independent. And you will react vigorously and vociferously to defend your right of self-expression, no matter what the cost.
You, and your entire generation, are interested in ways of expanding your consciousness beyond the level of everyday reality. You will explore exotic religions and metaphysical studies that purport to transcend the mundane. You will prepare the theoretical base of studies that will be fulfilled by the drive, energy and initiative of the following generation. the Moon's Node in the 12 signs.
For your entire generation, this is a period of intense changes in the very fabric of society. Many accepted institutions may pass away or be born anew. The good of the community as a whole will be stressed and individual rights may come under attack. This will possibly be a period of decay that will lead to a new order.
Your Goal This Year:
You find it very difficult to be comfortable being alone -- you would much prefer to be in an environment where many people are working together toward common goals. Your charming and sincere approach to others assures your popularity -- you have the gift of being able to ease tensions just by your mere presence. You're the perfect "team player" willing to sacrifice your own importance so that the group goal can be accomplished. Be careful, however, not to become overly dependent on your interactions with others -- you have personal private needs that should not be neglected.
Monday, June 1, 2015
A Very-Broken Little Toy...
She's in a cell. She's locked-up against her will. She's being systematically- and systemically-tortured. She's being judged by 'professionals' who actually believe they are doing the 'right' thing -- for it to be the correct thing they would have to remember the Great Law. She's causing me no end of trouble because she wants ground privileges but they are afraid to let her out, as she might try to disappear again, and they have more money wrapped-up in her as an asset than they ever thought they could possibly print.
She tries, begs, pleads, dies, resurrects, and they are incapable of understanding why (5th-dimension) it is possible to want to and how (6th-dimension) she keeps living. See, they have all the time in the world and they know it. What they lack is actual empathy and soulful understanding. They follow a path...but it is a false one...an MLM...a Great Eye just below the Capstone...Illuminati-indeed. They couldn't find their asses with two hands and a flashlight. But, I guarantee they found mine.
By design.
Yes.
I am a very-broken little toy.
"We don't know why, but it seems these 'defectives' respond to ECT -- which gives them some relief from their mental and emotional -- soul -- prisons..." the Terrorist wrote in her report.
ECT works because it separates the Spirit from the Body. It is the fastest way to murder a person there is. Why do you think the electric chair was used as a more 'humane' method of systematic death in the 20th century? Now we have eu-than-asia. (Better the EU than Asia....really...GB?) Still, systematic murder. Still looking for a way to keep the World from joining together...
Every single soul on the Planet, in the Solar System, in the Galaxy, in the Universe has an integral role to play in the combined successful process of evolution. Not ready for that truth? How about this one, "let her go." If she disappears it is probably because she wants to live her life her way.
Like I said.
I do my best work in the dark.
~AC
She tries, begs, pleads, dies, resurrects, and they are incapable of understanding why (5th-dimension) it is possible to want to and how (6th-dimension) she keeps living. See, they have all the time in the world and they know it. What they lack is actual empathy and soulful understanding. They follow a path...but it is a false one...an MLM...a Great Eye just below the Capstone...Illuminati-indeed. They couldn't find their asses with two hands and a flashlight. But, I guarantee they found mine.
By design.
Yes.
I am a very-broken little toy.
"We don't know why, but it seems these 'defectives' respond to ECT -- which gives them some relief from their mental and emotional -- soul -- prisons..." the Terrorist wrote in her report.
ECT works because it separates the Spirit from the Body. It is the fastest way to murder a person there is. Why do you think the electric chair was used as a more 'humane' method of systematic death in the 20th century? Now we have eu-than-asia. (Better the EU than Asia....really...GB?) Still, systematic murder. Still looking for a way to keep the World from joining together...
Every single soul on the Planet, in the Solar System, in the Galaxy, in the Universe has an integral role to play in the combined successful process of evolution. Not ready for that truth? How about this one, "let her go." If she disappears it is probably because she wants to live her life her way.
Like I said.
I do my best work in the dark.
~AC
*smiles*
I drowned.
When I was at the beach last Summer...
I got caught in a rip-current...spent much too much time underwater...and yet...here I am.
I owe it all to a very Brave Seal.
I owe my life to Him.
And that is why He gets LUSH.
It's my heart...sample it as you wish...
Standard fees need not apply...unless you want to donate 10% to my retirement fund...your choice.
It is the least I can do for my country.
And the very most I can do for your career.
Thank you for saving my Dad's life, too. He was surely deader than a frozen corpse when that gang-banger put that gun in his face...and said...
Both Sides of the Story...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PclPI54NvNM
Sir.
~AC
When I was at the beach last Summer...
I got caught in a rip-current...spent much too much time underwater...and yet...here I am.
I owe it all to a very Brave Seal.
I owe my life to Him.
And that is why He gets LUSH.
It's my heart...sample it as you wish...
Standard fees need not apply...unless you want to donate 10% to my retirement fund...your choice.
It is the least I can do for my country.
And the very most I can do for your career.
Thank you for saving my Dad's life, too. He was surely deader than a frozen corpse when that gang-banger put that gun in his face...and said...
Both Sides of the Story...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PclPI54NvNM
Sir.
~AC
Exhausted with Hearing the Words..."I'm sorry."
"People respond to what you say; they respond to what they believe you mean." ~PA
A fact is a fact...
And an opinion is an opinion.
And knowing the difference is as easy as listening to what people say and watching how they respond to what you mean. Now, this is not a new idea. This idea has been on the Farm for as long as I can remember. Which is why it is so important to be careful how you respond to a question.
For instance, if I say, "Why are you giving marijuana to each other for Christmas, when it is plainly illegal in the State of North Carolina?"
And you say, "Shut-up."
Then I know you want me to be quiet because you are being quiet.
But, if you ask me my opinion...
Oh wait...
You never ask me my opinion.
I offer it for free.
Because, I love you and I volunteered to take it for the team.
Remember that.
Respect.
Peace.
~AC
Sunday, May 31, 2015
You Want to What?
You want to smack me?
You want to commensurate with your Financial Adviser?
You want to shoot me the Birdie?
You're breaking my heart.
Of course, in order to get that far, you had to steal it first.
But, let's bygones be bygones.
I really need prayers. I still have healing to do.
Think you can get over the wounded pride long enough to do that?
'Cause I pray for you...and I do it because in my heart...I am lead to do so.
Follow His example.
Pick-up your cross and follow Him.
~CJ
You want to commensurate with your Financial Adviser?
You want to shoot me the Birdie?
You're breaking my heart.
Of course, in order to get that far, you had to steal it first.
But, let's bygones be bygones.
I really need prayers. I still have healing to do.
Think you can get over the wounded pride long enough to do that?
'Cause I pray for you...and I do it because in my heart...I am lead to do so.
Follow His example.
Pick-up your cross and follow Him.
~CJ
Shock and Awe...
It is amazing how we fit into the Eternal Plan of Life.
I was always taught in Sunday School that the Church was the Body of Christ.
It was explained, first it is Baptism, then First Communion, then Affirmation of Baptism (Confirmation), then a Wedding, then New Baptisms for the Babies, and eventually the Rite of passage which is the Death of the Body and Eternal Life for the Soul -- which becomes Spirit as it is welcomed back into Universal Love.
But, to be the Body of Christ...
His hands, His feet, His heart, His brain, His liver, His spleen, His thyroid and parathyroid glands, His stomach, His trachea, His diaphragm, His lungs, His pancreas, His bile ducts, His appendix, His duodenum, His mandible, His ilium, His left and right patellas, femurs, radii, ulnas, cuneiforms, (shall I go on...)
And yes...
Even His rectum...
Rectum?
Wrecked 'em?!
I damn-near killed 'em.
~ AC
I was always taught in Sunday School that the Church was the Body of Christ.
It was explained, first it is Baptism, then First Communion, then Affirmation of Baptism (Confirmation), then a Wedding, then New Baptisms for the Babies, and eventually the Rite of passage which is the Death of the Body and Eternal Life for the Soul -- which becomes Spirit as it is welcomed back into Universal Love.
But, to be the Body of Christ...
His hands, His feet, His heart, His brain, His liver, His spleen, His thyroid and parathyroid glands, His stomach, His trachea, His diaphragm, His lungs, His pancreas, His bile ducts, His appendix, His duodenum, His mandible, His ilium, His left and right patellas, femurs, radii, ulnas, cuneiforms, (shall I go on...)
And yes...
Even His rectum...
Rectum?
Wrecked 'em?!
I damn-near killed 'em.
~ AC
Confidentiality and the Lesson
I suppose I could have held my piece.
You know, just smiled instead of laying into the heart of the matter?
But, if He wanted to know the truth, He should have just asked me.
Was it really necessary to have me interrogated?
Oh...LOL...surely someone thought so.
But, that guy is keeping his silence now, right, left, up, down, street after street, row after row of bodies...and for what...tell me...because if I have to guess...I might be given the truth...and then what are you going to do?
Pleading the Fifth?
Are you pissed because I'm correct?
'Cause I can hear you.
~ AC
You know, just smiled instead of laying into the heart of the matter?
But, if He wanted to know the truth, He should have just asked me.
Was it really necessary to have me interrogated?
Oh...LOL...surely someone thought so.
But, that guy is keeping his silence now, right, left, up, down, street after street, row after row of bodies...and for what...tell me...because if I have to guess...I might be given the truth...and then what are you going to do?
Pleading the Fifth?
Are you pissed because I'm correct?
'Cause I can hear you.
~ AC
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Tying Them Up in Knots
They are all slip knots...
But, who bothers to check that when all they know is someone is typing them up?
This would go so much more smoothly for all of us if they'd put the rope down and walk away.
Binding rituals are for people who need to be bound.
Get the scissors.
Mosquito Hemostats?
Hmmm...I love surgeons...
Did I ever tell you about M*A*S*H?
Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House?
Pick a location -- quiet as a mouse.
First one to find me is a total louse.
Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House?
~AC
But, who bothers to check that when all they know is someone is typing them up?
This would go so much more smoothly for all of us if they'd put the rope down and walk away.
Binding rituals are for people who need to be bound.
Get the scissors.
Mosquito Hemostats?
Hmmm...I love surgeons...
Did I ever tell you about M*A*S*H?
Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House?
Pick a location -- quiet as a mouse.
First one to find me is a total louse.
Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House?
~AC
Angels
Please relax.
The fact that I have to code everything is an example of the Glory of God.
He told me, "today we work and tomorrow we rest."
He was speaking to me.
For some reason, some people, believe He is speaking to them.
Not sure who they hear...well...of course...I know who they hear...but that's just part of the mystery of it all. And Investigators love a good mystery, correct? I mean, you are having fun? Justice...great fun. I love it. I love having to do this. I love taking my Saturday and hunting down liars and scared children and murderers and missing people. I love talking to the living, the almost-dead, and the almost-most-sincerely dead.
I love sharing a planet with people who litter. I love sharing a planet with people who miss the entire point of their own lives of service. If that bothers you...does it apply?
Remember...
We are in this together.
You cover my 6...
(This is not a drill...someone is coming for me at 6:00 PM...please be ready.)
I'll cover 12:00 AM - 5:59 PM and 6:01 PM - 11:59 PM, okay?
*grins*
~ AC
The fact that I have to code everything is an example of the Glory of God.
He told me, "today we work and tomorrow we rest."
He was speaking to me.
For some reason, some people, believe He is speaking to them.
Not sure who they hear...well...of course...I know who they hear...but that's just part of the mystery of it all. And Investigators love a good mystery, correct? I mean, you are having fun? Justice...great fun. I love it. I love having to do this. I love taking my Saturday and hunting down liars and scared children and murderers and missing people. I love talking to the living, the almost-dead, and the almost-most-sincerely dead.
I love sharing a planet with people who litter. I love sharing a planet with people who miss the entire point of their own lives of service. If that bothers you...does it apply?
Remember...
We are in this together.
You cover my 6...
(This is not a drill...someone is coming for me at 6:00 PM...please be ready.)
I'll cover 12:00 AM - 5:59 PM and 6:01 PM - 11:59 PM, okay?
*grins*
~ AC
Temper...Distemper...Tempered...
I have a temper.
It comes from distemper.
But, I am tempering it.
Slamming doors is perfectly harmless as long as people keep their foot out of my door.
Go sell it somewhere else.
I have everything I need.
~AC
It comes from distemper.
But, I am tempering it.
Slamming doors is perfectly harmless as long as people keep their foot out of my door.
Go sell it somewhere else.
I have everything I need.
~AC
Friday, May 29, 2015
Leaving Me Out...
My Mom once told me that when I was born I looked like a box of Christmas decorations that had been left out on the curb in the rain for three weeks. They made her write an entire report on me. What was the Lamaze like? Did controlled breathing help? Did she like having Dad present? Could she have used more pain blockers? Was natural child-birth the only way to go?
Then she wrote about me:
A box of Christmas decorations left out on the curb in the rain for three weeks...
Highly complementary?
Guess it depends on whether you take care of your Christmas Traditions.
My family does.
Presents, booze, fires, Christmas tree, stockings we made years ago, Christmas Parties, long conversations in a toasty house, with too much food, and too little honest conversations about where we are in our lives. But, we do pray...over our dinner...
What do they really know about me?
That I like to create, surely, but did they ever once support my dream to be more than a half-baked Artiste? Since when do Mathematicians and Scientists use Art for more than a random hobby? And when I did create...was it ever for more than lining their pockets with royalties...if I ever became less than useful to them on their combined quest?
Did they even know about my penchant for Literary Composition before they crucified my character and left me out with the trash...the Christmas trash...on January 13...after the wise men had their say...after the angels sang...after the shepherds followed their songs to the stable.
Did you know, I turned thirteen on Friday the 13th?
Do you know, that I am, possibly, the only person on the entire planet who understand the wisdom behind superstition?
Did you know, that my dreams are passionate, beautiful, and completely fulfilled?
Did you know, it's only because I trust God that I am alive to see them come to fruition?
Do you know, I only win because I give everything I have away...
You have the blogs, you have the tests, you have the journals, you have the poetry, you have the Art, you have my heart...oh God...and they are my testament to You...to Your Love.
Study it all...if you want to waste more time...but...it will be much better to take a file...read it...sit in lotus for 5 minutes...and follow your gut...
*zzzzzzzz*
~AC
Then she wrote about me:
A box of Christmas decorations left out on the curb in the rain for three weeks...
Highly complementary?
Guess it depends on whether you take care of your Christmas Traditions.
My family does.
Presents, booze, fires, Christmas tree, stockings we made years ago, Christmas Parties, long conversations in a toasty house, with too much food, and too little honest conversations about where we are in our lives. But, we do pray...over our dinner...
What do they really know about me?
That I like to create, surely, but did they ever once support my dream to be more than a half-baked Artiste? Since when do Mathematicians and Scientists use Art for more than a random hobby? And when I did create...was it ever for more than lining their pockets with royalties...if I ever became less than useful to them on their combined quest?
Did they even know about my penchant for Literary Composition before they crucified my character and left me out with the trash...the Christmas trash...on January 13...after the wise men had their say...after the angels sang...after the shepherds followed their songs to the stable.
Did you know, I turned thirteen on Friday the 13th?
Do you know, that I am, possibly, the only person on the entire planet who understand the wisdom behind superstition?
Did you know, that my dreams are passionate, beautiful, and completely fulfilled?
Did you know, it's only because I trust God that I am alive to see them come to fruition?
Do you know, I only win because I give everything I have away...
You have the blogs, you have the tests, you have the journals, you have the poetry, you have the Art, you have my heart...oh God...and they are my testament to You...to Your Love.
Study it all...if you want to waste more time...but...it will be much better to take a file...read it...sit in lotus for 5 minutes...and follow your gut...
*zzzzzzzz*
~AC
Blessed Sleep
And while everyone else is wide awake and working...
I will nap.
Enjoy your shift.
I'll be back at my normally-scheduled and appointed hour.
Not sure when?
Ask CJ...I'm sure He'll be happy to help you out with the details.
Scratch?
Chickens....go dig in the dirt for some more leads...
Most of the cases are dead-ends at this point.
*sleeps tight*
~AC
I will nap.
Enjoy your shift.
I'll be back at my normally-scheduled and appointed hour.
Not sure when?
Ask CJ...I'm sure He'll be happy to help you out with the details.
Scratch?
Chickens....go dig in the dirt for some more leads...
Most of the cases are dead-ends at this point.
*sleeps tight*
~AC
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
The Difference
Between Kill and Murder...
Is simple...
Killing is Righteous and Murder is Unrighteous.
The difference is God.
Therefore, if we murder each other we are unrighteous.
If God kills us we deserve it.
(PS...why would God kill us? We are His creation and He loves us. PSYCHO.)
Clear?
~AC
Is simple...
Killing is Righteous and Murder is Unrighteous.
The difference is God.
Therefore, if we murder each other we are unrighteous.
If God kills us we deserve it.
(PS...why would God kill us? We are His creation and He loves us. PSYCHO.)
Clear?
~AC
Everyday
I remember.
You thought the coma would keep me silent.
You thought the ECT would make me respond to your torture.
You were so sure.
But, who taught you?
Who taught you that the pain was worth the price?
And who put you through the medical procedures?
Oh right.
That was all inflicted on your victims.
You can run.
But, hiding?
That is the reason you fail.
And failure...in my life...is not an option.
It was the key to my survival.
~AC
You thought the coma would keep me silent.
You thought the ECT would make me respond to your torture.
You were so sure.
But, who taught you?
Who taught you that the pain was worth the price?
And who put you through the medical procedures?
Oh right.
That was all inflicted on your victims.
You can run.
But, hiding?
That is the reason you fail.
And failure...in my life...is not an option.
It was the key to my survival.
~AC
Fear: Soul Slavery
I am still living like a slave to my own fear.
Am I afraid?
All signs to the contrary...
And yet...
The argument is more what will I do?
Will I stay, will I go, will I disappear, will I travel, will I pay it forward, will I build a house, will I go back to therapy, will I make new friends, will I write, paint, create, will I ever find a way to feel safe?
What if I just sit still, quiet, frozen in place until the hawks circle over someone else, the owls bed down during the day, the eagles feed something other than meat to their young?
Will it ever be over?
Will the pain I feel, the over-whelming sadness in my Soul, the all encompassing darkness in my mind be lifted?
Will it?
Not my Will.
http://biblehub.com/luke/22-42.htm
~AC
Am I afraid?
All signs to the contrary...
And yet...
The argument is more what will I do?
Will I stay, will I go, will I disappear, will I travel, will I pay it forward, will I build a house, will I go back to therapy, will I make new friends, will I write, paint, create, will I ever find a way to feel safe?
What if I just sit still, quiet, frozen in place until the hawks circle over someone else, the owls bed down during the day, the eagles feed something other than meat to their young?
Will it ever be over?
Will the pain I feel, the over-whelming sadness in my Soul, the all encompassing darkness in my mind be lifted?
Will it?
Not my Will.
http://biblehub.com/luke/22-42.htm
~AC
Writing for My Own...
Amusement...
I used to be amused. I used to have the time and space to create my own little world of perfection. I used to spend hours leading people around by their noses, because they refused to be sheep. They keep telling me to trust Him. I do. I trust Him to do exactly as He wishes -- every moment of Eternity. I trust Him to teach, counsel, smile, offer compassion, heal, support, tell jokes, and be absolutely wonderful.
I also expect Him to cheat on me by refusing the generosity of My Love for Him.
His choice.
I came down here to clear-up the air and water.
His choice.
I came down here with a plan for my life.
His choice.
Do you actually think, for one second, that my life is anything but a gift from God?
His choice.
He could -- and has attempted -- to kill me and to save me because He is incapable of making up His mind.
His choice.
Luci bet on this.
But He wanted me to complete my mission on His behalf.
His choice.
What?
Whose choice? Wait a second. Does the English language fall down when it comes to pronouns at the beginning of a sentence? His, him, boys, men...
Whose choice?
Oh right.
Her choice.
~AC
I used to be amused. I used to have the time and space to create my own little world of perfection. I used to spend hours leading people around by their noses, because they refused to be sheep. They keep telling me to trust Him. I do. I trust Him to do exactly as He wishes -- every moment of Eternity. I trust Him to teach, counsel, smile, offer compassion, heal, support, tell jokes, and be absolutely wonderful.
I also expect Him to cheat on me by refusing the generosity of My Love for Him.
His choice.
I came down here to clear-up the air and water.
His choice.
I came down here with a plan for my life.
His choice.
Do you actually think, for one second, that my life is anything but a gift from God?
His choice.
He could -- and has attempted -- to kill me and to save me because He is incapable of making up His mind.
His choice.
Luci bet on this.
But He wanted me to complete my mission on His behalf.
His choice.
What?
Whose choice? Wait a second. Does the English language fall down when it comes to pronouns at the beginning of a sentence? His, him, boys, men...
Whose choice?
Oh right.
Her choice.
~AC
Take it...
In the spirit of which it is intended...
Why would I insult your intelligence?
You are doing awesome work in the field.
You are greatly appreciated for all of your amazing skills, your precious heart, and your dedication to the Goal of World Peace.
Now, repeat after me, I have the greatest friend in the whole world...
Because I do...
~AC
Why would I insult your intelligence?
You are doing awesome work in the field.
You are greatly appreciated for all of your amazing skills, your precious heart, and your dedication to the Goal of World Peace.
Now, repeat after me, I have the greatest friend in the whole world...
Because I do...
~AC
I Slept...
Yep.
A Baby...
Everyone else was on a sugar high.
But, I slept like a Baby.
I slept like a Baby who dreamed about almost being hit by a truck.
And then I rolled over slept some more, alone, and I was perfectly happy to do so.
Because...I am alone...for all intents and purposes...
Or is it intensive-purposes...
Go to your concubine.
God made me perfect just the way I am, too.
*laughs*
~AC
A Baby...
Everyone else was on a sugar high.
But, I slept like a Baby.
I slept like a Baby who dreamed about almost being hit by a truck.
And then I rolled over slept some more, alone, and I was perfectly happy to do so.
Because...I am alone...for all intents and purposes...
Or is it intensive-purposes...
Go to your concubine.
God made me perfect just the way I am, too.
*laughs*
~AC
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
How to Leave the Service...
If you're not dead, put your money or your time in the private sector...
Volunteer?
Build a Non-Profit?
Just a thought...
~AC
Volunteer?
Build a Non-Profit?
Just a thought...
~AC
Monday, May 25, 2015
Scotland
What an excellent country you are turning into but why does it take leaning on you to make you put the alcohol down and pay attention? I realize that you want me over to set me up for them. Either way I play it, I win. So, the question is...do I bother to play it...
Let's see. When I invited you over you told me to go boil my head, you lying little c***. So, now that they have you by the short-hairs you want to play nice? Might should start wearing a cup under your kilt.
Leaving your nuts exposed like that...not real smart...unless you intend on having them handed back to you on a silver platter...
Yes.
I know.
They are all still thinking it is a game.
Finish out your time, get the lawyer to clear the charge, and then -- if you still want to be friends -- let me know. I'm forgiving like that. They, on the other-hand, will do anything in the world, to manipulate me -- including using my friends against me.
Despicable, yes.
They just refuse to let me go.
And they wonder why my oldest cousin took her brain and heart and disappeared.
At some point, you have to be free to fly, and that means no safety nets.
No radioactive tracking dots, no tracking chips and radio transmitters in the mouth, and no stupid chatter in my mind when I have asked repeatedly for silence.
Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
If I want to try and play.
God, above, will find away.
Stop scoffing, Sir, or I will find some way to make sure you are on every watch-list in the world.
After all, I know everyone.
~AC
Let's see. When I invited you over you told me to go boil my head, you lying little c***. So, now that they have you by the short-hairs you want to play nice? Might should start wearing a cup under your kilt.
Leaving your nuts exposed like that...not real smart...unless you intend on having them handed back to you on a silver platter...
Yes.
I know.
They are all still thinking it is a game.
Finish out your time, get the lawyer to clear the charge, and then -- if you still want to be friends -- let me know. I'm forgiving like that. They, on the other-hand, will do anything in the world, to manipulate me -- including using my friends against me.
Despicable, yes.
They just refuse to let me go.
And they wonder why my oldest cousin took her brain and heart and disappeared.
At some point, you have to be free to fly, and that means no safety nets.
No radioactive tracking dots, no tracking chips and radio transmitters in the mouth, and no stupid chatter in my mind when I have asked repeatedly for silence.
Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
If I want to try and play.
God, above, will find away.
Stop scoffing, Sir, or I will find some way to make sure you are on every watch-list in the world.
After all, I know everyone.
~AC
Her Intuition and All Shades of Gray...
Oh, feel you, surely, Sir. But, I am also sensing you...your fine sandy hair...and your eyes of forest moss. But, being more interested in writing for my own amusement, I move forward from your 7th Grade writing prompt and 3rd Degree Masochism. Surely, they could have sent more verily an Artiste -- but your skills and wit are to be commended for their innocence...
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Swinging in the contraption and bending backwards as a nimble cat -- I deftly catch the blade stashed in my 4-inch stiletto. As quick as lightening, I am free from the ties that bind. Slowly, I remove the silk from my eyes -- and with the innocence so prevalent in those of high-upbringing -- I look you square. My eyes glint green as a black cat's on All Hallow's Eve.
"Tie me up again and you shall find yourself in the arms of my maid-servants who much more appreciate the toying about. If you are to approach a Lady with bravery and ability -- you must woo her. Being of innocence yourself -- I find there is little I might offer in way of stimulation that will diminish your capacity for virility. But, as you might have noticed, there is a bit of the dark, smoldering Irish fire in the highlights of my raven hair."
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I heal myself -- and Al that is our actual reality -- is but a pawn to my whims. I am quite a different Lass than you had assumed -- wouldn't you agree? So, tell me -- Sir -- are you prepared for the relationship of equals? If not, go back to your Harlequin. And if so, how do you account for your boorish behavior in said dungeon?
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Swinging in the contraption and bending backwards as a nimble cat -- I deftly catch the blade stashed in my 4-inch stiletto. As quick as lightening, I am free from the ties that bind. Slowly, I remove the silk from my eyes -- and with the innocence so prevalent in those of high-upbringing -- I look you square. My eyes glint green as a black cat's on All Hallow's Eve.
"Tie me up again and you shall find yourself in the arms of my maid-servants who much more appreciate the toying about. If you are to approach a Lady with bravery and ability -- you must woo her. Being of innocence yourself -- I find there is little I might offer in way of stimulation that will diminish your capacity for virility. But, as you might have noticed, there is a bit of the dark, smoldering Irish fire in the highlights of my raven hair."
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I heal myself -- and Al that is our actual reality -- is but a pawn to my whims. I am quite a different Lass than you had assumed -- wouldn't you agree? So, tell me -- Sir -- are you prepared for the relationship of equals? If not, go back to your Harlequin. And if so, how do you account for your boorish behavior in said dungeon?
Snoops and Dodgers
You know, when you leave your personal life in clear view you should be able to expect people to give you the courtesy of privacy. But, since people are nosy, they might just go after all of your stuff with reckless abandon and then dodge all your direct questions.
For instance, Brooklyn.
A beautiful person...truly...a bit sticky-fingered from her peanut butter and jelly...but then...I can forgive that. After all, all thieves leave their fingerprints on stuff. Then the cops get involved and the dodge is in place because the bigger goal is to bust someone else...right, Brooklyn?
Riding that train...wearing my favorite charm bracelet...couldn't help it...they gave you the key...right...I mean...they told you...do it...or we are going to bust you and all your little pot-smoking, cocaine-snorting, pill-dropping little Hipster 'friends'.
*smiles*
Dodge all you want.
Parents only ask because they already know the answer and they want to know if you will tell the truth. You wanted to be a psychologist? Here's your chance.
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And the Little Lion Clublet...absolutely innocent...except when she is trying to pin me with her Daddy's weed. You thought I was blind and you figured I was high because I preferred it. What you didn't realize is that I know my Mom asked your Mom to set me up. They're 'best friends'. How did you think, for one second, that I was so blind that I would do anything short of having that wired conversation?
You wonder why you can't find a job?
How many times did they drug-test you?
How much cocaine did you snort with that crazy Greek Bastard?
~AC
For instance, Brooklyn.
A beautiful person...truly...a bit sticky-fingered from her peanut butter and jelly...but then...I can forgive that. After all, all thieves leave their fingerprints on stuff. Then the cops get involved and the dodge is in place because the bigger goal is to bust someone else...right, Brooklyn?
Riding that train...wearing my favorite charm bracelet...couldn't help it...they gave you the key...right...I mean...they told you...do it...or we are going to bust you and all your little pot-smoking, cocaine-snorting, pill-dropping little Hipster 'friends'.
*smiles*
Dodge all you want.
Parents only ask because they already know the answer and they want to know if you will tell the truth. You wanted to be a psychologist? Here's your chance.
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And the Little Lion Clublet...absolutely innocent...except when she is trying to pin me with her Daddy's weed. You thought I was blind and you figured I was high because I preferred it. What you didn't realize is that I know my Mom asked your Mom to set me up. They're 'best friends'. How did you think, for one second, that I was so blind that I would do anything short of having that wired conversation?
You wonder why you can't find a job?
How many times did they drug-test you?
How much cocaine did you snort with that crazy Greek Bastard?
~AC
Sunday, May 24, 2015
The Limb
I did some research years ago about the role of a tree doctor. If a tree has a diseased limb it is absolute necessary to cut it off in order to save the tree. In this case, the limb is paying for its sexual promiscuity through its soul-level incongruity. I was given all manners of disease at the interference of this branch of my family. Of course, I never was told to be safe by the people who raised me. The sex talk never happened. After all, when you grow-up on a farm you learn about sex as a natural part of the Circle of Life.
It cost me my health...a lot...
It nearly cost me my life...and the life of someone I love dearly...
I was used as a scud missile to take down some unsavory characters...
Nationalists.
But, healing is possible...given enough time...the body will identify and remove foreign viruses, bacterial infections, and fungus. It just takes time. Time I have. Time I have allowed to Jesus -- the Great Doctor -- to use to heal me.
All these side effects, this insanity, this emotional-discontinuity, they are signs of disease -- from when I trusted people and they failed me -- in some cases out-rightly attempting germ warfare through the only means they could design -- setting me up with men who were unclean -- and pretending they had nothing to do with it -- even though the drugs were present and the fix was in.
This racist-branch and generation of my Paternal family -- still believe they can control the population -- by making horrendous choices of controlling other people. This is the limb God cut off my tree.
Like I said before...my Cowboy Boot...is by far the best of the lot. On the extended tree it is a second cousin-in-law once-removed, codenamed April, who has has saved her position in my life by showing me great generosity of Spirit. These two are the sprouts that grow from the trunk of the tree.
Because of these beautiful Souls, the family might learn to love me through these two awesome examples. The family might yet put forth that love behind regrowing the beauty the family lost when it turned from a much-simpler path.
All their hope lay within His heart.
There was never anything in their minds for me...until now...
~AC
It cost me my health...a lot...
It nearly cost me my life...and the life of someone I love dearly...
I was used as a scud missile to take down some unsavory characters...
Nationalists.
But, healing is possible...given enough time...the body will identify and remove foreign viruses, bacterial infections, and fungus. It just takes time. Time I have. Time I have allowed to Jesus -- the Great Doctor -- to use to heal me.
All these side effects, this insanity, this emotional-discontinuity, they are signs of disease -- from when I trusted people and they failed me -- in some cases out-rightly attempting germ warfare through the only means they could design -- setting me up with men who were unclean -- and pretending they had nothing to do with it -- even though the drugs were present and the fix was in.
This racist-branch and generation of my Paternal family -- still believe they can control the population -- by making horrendous choices of controlling other people. This is the limb God cut off my tree.
Like I said before...my Cowboy Boot...is by far the best of the lot. On the extended tree it is a second cousin-in-law once-removed, codenamed April, who has has saved her position in my life by showing me great generosity of Spirit. These two are the sprouts that grow from the trunk of the tree.
Because of these beautiful Souls, the family might learn to love me through these two awesome examples. The family might yet put forth that love behind regrowing the beauty the family lost when it turned from a much-simpler path.
All their hope lay within His heart.
There was never anything in their minds for me...until now...
~AC
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Pancakes and Sausage
Ring-a-Ding-a-Ding...
Since you are still watching me under the guise of some silly FBI mind-trick, I thought I might let you in on a little secret. I love you. I will always love you. But, you need to realize that when I build a home and consider raising a family, I do it with my eyes open.
You wanted to be friends?
I wanted that too.
But, you were determined to believe I am mysterious, a gold-digger, and was out for your riches.
It's like a car wreck...
You want to...but..you can't look away.
You really should have asked my permission before making that video.
Oops.
~AC
Since you are still watching me under the guise of some silly FBI mind-trick, I thought I might let you in on a little secret. I love you. I will always love you. But, you need to realize that when I build a home and consider raising a family, I do it with my eyes open.
You wanted to be friends?
I wanted that too.
But, you were determined to believe I am mysterious, a gold-digger, and was out for your riches.
It's like a car wreck...
You want to...but..you can't look away.
You really should have asked my permission before making that video.
Oops.
~AC
What is Truth?
Evidence.
That is all.
It could be that I am lying...but...then again...why would I?
Why would I walk in the streets of New Orleans, by an underground prayer meeting, held in the basement of a bar, and hear the words, "The Flood is Coming..." in October in 2003?
Why would I cower, afraid for my life, not even 3 years ago, in the dead of night, while I listened to the screams and then the silence of rail cars. We have the names of the victims...although...they've been washed out to sea as ash upon the waters.
You want me to shut the hell-up?
Perhaps that is what I was doing the whole time.
Because, after all, who would have believed me?
Lying by omission...
It is still lying...
It is just as deadly...
And it is time to come clean.
Ask the question of the entire staff.
If they blink when they say Christ Jesus...crucify them...
~AC
That is all.
It could be that I am lying...but...then again...why would I?
Why would I walk in the streets of New Orleans, by an underground prayer meeting, held in the basement of a bar, and hear the words, "The Flood is Coming..." in October in 2003?
Why would I cower, afraid for my life, not even 3 years ago, in the dead of night, while I listened to the screams and then the silence of rail cars. We have the names of the victims...although...they've been washed out to sea as ash upon the waters.
You want me to shut the hell-up?
Perhaps that is what I was doing the whole time.
Because, after all, who would have believed me?
Lying by omission...
It is still lying...
It is just as deadly...
And it is time to come clean.
Ask the question of the entire staff.
If they blink when they say Christ Jesus...crucify them...
~AC
Rest for the Weary...
There is nothing in the world as sweet as Memorial Day.
Summer. Cook-outs. Celebration of our Freedom through the lives lost for more than a Military of coups. It's the remembrance of those we have lost to the battle. The War is God's. But, we fight the battles.
Right up until it is time to take our ball...and go home...and now we're home.
The Home of the Brave.
The Land of the Free.
They wondered...where did that damn football go?
I guess someone took it back.
Someone in Delta Black...
Someone in Regal Blue...
Someone in Ranger Green...
Someone in the Marine Corp of BDU Camo Brown?
The public may never know.
But, when America has a HERO...
A real Welcome Home is the gift we offer.
And for those who are broken, battered, and emotionally-intellectually shredded...
We put the body back together, give their families a celebration, and heal their PTSD.
Because, in America, no one is left behind.
~AC
Summer. Cook-outs. Celebration of our Freedom through the lives lost for more than a Military of coups. It's the remembrance of those we have lost to the battle. The War is God's. But, we fight the battles.
Right up until it is time to take our ball...and go home...and now we're home.
The Home of the Brave.
The Land of the Free.
They wondered...where did that damn football go?
I guess someone took it back.
Someone in Delta Black...
Someone in Regal Blue...
Someone in Ranger Green...
Someone in the Marine Corp of BDU Camo Brown?
The public may never know.
But, when America has a HERO...
A real Welcome Home is the gift we offer.
And for those who are broken, battered, and emotionally-intellectually shredded...
We put the body back together, give their families a celebration, and heal their PTSD.
Because, in America, no one is left behind.
~AC
The Thirteenth Step
Trip.
So, I am spending my time working like hell to see that my family is taken care of...too...
Go ahead...
Spit it out. You know you think you have something to say to me...but you spend all your time talking about me behind my back...
"We're protecting you."
"I love you."
"We know how to make your dreams come true."
And yet, you never once asked me what kind of protection I really needed.
You never loved yourself enough to be honest.
And you never asked me about my dreams.
So, go ahead.
Speak up.
You know so much.
Let's hear it.
~AC
So, I am spending my time working like hell to see that my family is taken care of...too...
Go ahead...
Spit it out. You know you think you have something to say to me...but you spend all your time talking about me behind my back...
"We're protecting you."
"I love you."
"We know how to make your dreams come true."
And yet, you never once asked me what kind of protection I really needed.
You never loved yourself enough to be honest.
And you never asked me about my dreams.
So, go ahead.
Speak up.
You know so much.
Let's hear it.
~AC
Thursday, May 21, 2015
What it Means to Me...
Friendship is an extremely important tool in evaluation.
While I enjoy the intelligence of my friends immensely I work very hard (or easily because I am naturally introspective) to keep out of their emotions. The reason for this is because causing them to watch their every action and evaluate their own feelings is important. I'll be happy to listen. But, if you bring it to me expect the truth offered by route of opinion.
Now, remember what I said the other day about the route to the path?
It is the mark of great intelligence to get on the path without having to be routed.
But, if you need the help, it is always available.
And, if you can't tell if people are trying to help you, they aren't your friends.
All clear?
~AC
While I enjoy the intelligence of my friends immensely I work very hard (or easily because I am naturally introspective) to keep out of their emotions. The reason for this is because causing them to watch their every action and evaluate their own feelings is important. I'll be happy to listen. But, if you bring it to me expect the truth offered by route of opinion.
Now, remember what I said the other day about the route to the path?
It is the mark of great intelligence to get on the path without having to be routed.
But, if you need the help, it is always available.
And, if you can't tell if people are trying to help you, they aren't your friends.
All clear?
~AC
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
*SIGHS*
So Shaz is still wondering...what happened...and it is so simple.
My family is positively twisted. That's all.
In Cali, it is so straight-forward. Who has time to worry about other people's business? It's always down-time or hustling.
But, it's all gray-area here:
People playing find-muck with half-a-brain. Breaking laws at will, pretending we're still two countries on one-third of a continent, and missing the entire point of social commentary because of the blinders and the roar of the freak-show around the underground drug-trade.
So, drop me some more Lamectil.
Put me in the hospital.
Whatever makes you feel like a man.
But, by God, stop talking to me like an idiot.
Just because I allowed you to treat me like one just means I was waiting to see if you would.
I love my family. We disagree on a lot of things. But, they protect me from a lot, too. It's just the way it is until I live where I want to be, have what I want to have, and live the way I choose.
If you want to steal their time...
You are going to have to go through me.
This is why I respect your parents so much.
They never asked you to choose.
~AC
My family is positively twisted. That's all.
In Cali, it is so straight-forward. Who has time to worry about other people's business? It's always down-time or hustling.
But, it's all gray-area here:
People playing find-muck with half-a-brain. Breaking laws at will, pretending we're still two countries on one-third of a continent, and missing the entire point of social commentary because of the blinders and the roar of the freak-show around the underground drug-trade.
So, drop me some more Lamectil.
Put me in the hospital.
Whatever makes you feel like a man.
But, by God, stop talking to me like an idiot.
Just because I allowed you to treat me like one just means I was waiting to see if you would.
I love my family. We disagree on a lot of things. But, they protect me from a lot, too. It's just the way it is until I live where I want to be, have what I want to have, and live the way I choose.
If you want to steal their time...
You are going to have to go through me.
This is why I respect your parents so much.
They never asked you to choose.
~AC
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