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Post by tolteclogic on May 1, 2007 20:26:50 GMT -6
what are these dreams? life that continues does exist will my enemies win this near the new beginning? how far had i fallen this too was sent from heaven i had seen it all in a dream each and every time picked back up again access to information that defies all explanation how is it we are able to fold the fabric of time in this way? such dreams may come as we are tested
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Post by anirbas on May 1, 2007 22:46:00 GMT -6
"life that continues does exist"
~fragmentationing of Toltec verse.
adore that phrase, TL! good to see you ginning and spinning poeming and roaming the halls of the Seasons. Sabrina.
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Post by brandnewmessiah on May 2, 2007 8:13:14 GMT -6
An excellent interpretation of our own being Toltec. ~ BNM
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Post by tolteclogic on May 3, 2007 9:38:25 GMT -6
the universe is split a black hole into which nothing escapes and so it is this weakness in the eyes of others for which i am judged the life of a single man these people those people and it seems me always caught somewhere in the middle of judgements guilt by associations connotations and suspicions unintended connections with highly questionable people
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Post by tolteclogic on May 4, 2007 16:50:17 GMT -6
thanks BNM , Sabrina ,
yes what better way to work through the maze than to take all that emotion and put it to good use... still in the company of some really dan- gerous people guilt by association this guy's way of repaying his debt for all the collect calls accepted rerouted or connected relaying messages because i suppose he felt he had no one esle to call - Why me? Said he felt bad about how badly his cousin had taken advantage while she was my neighbor running up my phone bill ect. ect. said he couldn't have beat the rap otherwise with out my help - in for attempted homicide....
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Post by tolteclogic on May 21, 2007 10:17:32 GMT -6
i have made this my life strange the concurrence of curses that plague me still... the crazy X came calling again... my psychic friends said be very careful there are dangerous hurtful people out to get you by any means necessary - how is it mental illness goes unpunished but for the needless havoc in its negative wake of destruction yes she calls again... now it seems she had a new nemesis out to steal her energy - i think she said entered in through the ear and attack the root chakra... thank god she has found someone else to project her fear on to other than me
she called right out of the blue just as if none of this had ever happened all the false accusations and projects of pain and suffering a negative vortex from which no light escapes and she makes it dangerously real spending all her money on metaphsical protection 'if not for the "dolphin people" she said, blocking and binding this most recent evil' person the very shaman she had enlisted to go after me now it seems was out to steal her energy... blocking her success by implanting archytypal changes into her future by manipulating the meanings in her tarot cards - you tell me - all this is far more bizarre berserk than i care to imagine New Age metaphysical spiritualism wiccan wingbat crazy people
and so now i am suppose to believe that she was simply mistaken and that none of that business the death threats and all the black magic enlisted against me didn't really matter... she claims to be writing a book filled with her phobias concerning her adventures during the times we spent together She is seriously ill and in quite some need a psychological help i can hear her taking notes as i attempt to point out obvious flaws in her lack of objectivity and this goes on for about a week saying Oh, pay no attention to all that stuff she had falsely accused me of because she was just angry... she is the only person i know who can live so completely in the hell of her own choosing creating fictions of all unimaginable proportions and then convince herself and almost any one else they must be true - the worst kind of hurtful slander... and all her silly witchy friends completely buy into it and indeed feed fuel to her delusions telling her that everything she fears must be true according to the oracal soothsayer and then provide the needed protection for a hefty price - whatever pays the bills, everybodies got to eat... so two days ago i get this crazy letter seems that now once again it is me who is out to get her energy... poor superficial silly person the last i heard she was ready to call home land security on to this unfortunate shaman i advised her against it inspite of all the bullshit the two of them had put me through... interesting that when she called she was surprised to find that i wasn't incarcerated... wasn't sure what this meant until she came to that place in her (so called) book about calling the police attempting to get me arrested over a simple house plant growing in my window funny how last year i had gotten this great sense of danger and did away with that innocent pleasure... but the most disconcerting hypothetical of all was her assertion that this shaman had sent some evil demons to turn me into a black woman yes she is completely nuts but the strangest thing is that right at about that time i had seen this dreadful image in a dream just before the appearance of this darkest of the dark all consuming black neighbor who in the dream was out to devour me - not a place i wanted to be... strange symbolic coincidence no doubt but that along with the spider bits and the broken sculpture that for no apparent reason toppled off its perch at the end of one in a great many dysfunctional conversations... perhaps it is as this Irish priest had assured me, not unlike the power of prayer the power of negative intent should not be underestimated
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Post by anirbas on May 21, 2007 13:35:38 GMT -6
"the power of negative intent should not be underestimated"
~*~
so totally agree with that...whew...T...I thought I knew some weird people... this chick takes the cake and then some...goodness gracious, but she does...
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 23, 2007 0:25:50 GMT -6
Wow...the power is addictive...loved all the words here...
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Post by tolteclogic on May 25, 2007 7:58:14 GMT -6
Thanks Sabrina and WD, Seems there is so little time lately for hanging out here as i might like to mostly hit and run post between landscaping gigs but aside from a summer cold pitting my sails the work has been good and all appears to be perfect with the world such that it is.... good to know the read was at least entertaining but admittedly not an experience i care to repeat in spirit tl
In the grand over all scheme of things transience is just passing through once where there are no familiars Act simply without seeking anything extranious - Stillness providing nurturance, lucidity remaining intact we observe the commotion of all things yet contemplate their return clear only to oneself but not to others - One ejects extreme intellectualism Unpreturbed like a mountain resting stably upon the earth transcending the world while still in it... applying illumination with stillness resting in the untimate good
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 25, 2007 22:55:17 GMT -6
*applying illumination with stillness resting in the untimate good* your use of words is wonderful...I really like reading your work...and to say about the others...it is how you write that brings me here to read...not the events...and I can say with no doubt that I hope you don't have to relive those events again...but the telling of them was great...powerful...I hope you can hang out more when the business slows or so...take care of your cold...ttyl...WD
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Post by tolteclogic on May 27, 2007 10:24:21 GMT -6
Something left over a reminder A survivng trace or vestige... Remnants of a bygone era nearly two years have passed since i got my wish and landed in a head on collison please God i prayed allow me more time to write And Bam!!! just that quick i get my wish now how to make sense of the mess free to live on disability? but it doesn't pay the rent working beneath our petty tyrants we learn our best how not to take things personally hard labor building construction home additions or gut and re-do the entire home from top to finish or house painting in between the social margins beneath the radar of self importance among the comfortably numb pill poping hard core alcohol abusers self medicated contant perpetual dysfunction welcome to 'its a wonderful life' or so the licensed and bonded might say... getting on one's feet again means starting out at the bottom all over again... today i put all my hand tools away - once i sort through all the cargo carriers that had been hidden away beneath jack's bed help for the rent remnants of time gone by out of sight out of mind funny how life changes with the turn of a friendly card i have found room in my closet where all my tools will fit once everthing is cleaned and accounted for should be able to make two boxs out of three and then consolidate even more being the agent of change right on target usher in a better future death rebirth and transmutation make people earn your trust don't give yourself away let yourself shine a greater blend of harmony
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 2, 2007 14:02:40 GMT -6
the Tao says 'Hope is a hollow as fear' whether we go up the ladder or down it our position is shaky better to always have both feet planted on the ground 'Success is as empty as failure' we observe the turmoil of all beings yet contemplate their return... hold on to the center... be content and their is no need of others approval... self acceptance means the whole world accepts you for complicated minds extreme measures are needed infinate and eternal never born always constant unchanging master nature not in the sense of conquering it but becoming it giving up all concepts and desires the mind grows naturally compationate find deep within ourselves the central truths to the art of living paradoxical only on the surface... the more truly solitary we are the more compassionate we can be... the more we let go of the the things we love the more present our love becomes... the clearer our insight into what is beyond good and evil the more we can embody the good until finally we can say in all humility 'I am the tao the truth the life' moral in the deepest sense unencumbered by any concept of sin the Tao does not see evil as a force to resist but simply as an opaquness a state of self obsorption that is in disharmony with the universal process so that as with a dirty window the light cann't shine through this freedom from moral catagory allows us great compassion for the wicked and the selfish thus the master is available to all people and doesn't reject anyone ready to use all situations and doesn't waste anything this is called emboding the light a work in progress please disreguard any lapse in logical content drawn from the Stephen Mitchell translation of the Tao Te Ching on tape
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 3, 2007 19:28:42 GMT -6
i should clarify that the Tao says many things yet it is up to us individually to decipher its meaning when a wise man hears of the Tao he embraces it completely when an average man or woman hears of the tao they half believe it half doubt it when a foolish man hears of the Tao he laughs out load - if he didn't laugh it wouldn't be the Tao
a tinge of a murmur love whispers trace of a hint ghost like in shadow shades of suggestion a semblance of intimation tell me truly and to the ends of the earth i would follow
the soft overcomes the hard the slow overcomes the fast let your workings remain a mystery - just show people the results... if you wish to take something you must first allow it to be given if you wish to shrink something you must first allow it to expand if you wish to get rid of something you must first allow it to flourish this is called the subtle perception of the way things are the master teaches without a teaching the Tao never does anything yet through it all things are done know when to hasten and when to relax be aware of what bodes well and what bodes ill knowing when to stop at sufficentcy is not something of which the ignorant are capable... the ordinary man is always doing things yet many more are left to be done... the master does nothing yet leaves nothing undone the ordinary man keeps reaching for power thus he never has enough the kind man does something yet something remains to be done the just man does something and leaves many things to be done the moral man does something and when no one responds he rolls up his sleeves and uses force when the Tao is lost there is goodness when goodness is lost there is morality when morality is lost there is ritual ritual is the husk of true faith the beginning of chaos if powerful people could remain centered in the Tao the whole world would be transformed in its natural rhythms when there is no desire all things are at peace
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 4, 2007 19:12:57 GMT -6
tis wonderful how you write...just had to say it again...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 5, 2007 7:22:31 GMT -6
thanks once again, restating the Tao can be a risky business... it is good to know my re-interputations continue to please in spirit tl
"The practice of virtue is the study of body and mind, nature and life. It is a very refined and subtle science, in which the slightest deviation can produce an enourmous loss. It can be accomplished only by constancy and consistency, thoroughly investigating its principles, fulfilling nature and arriving at the meaning of life."
"When the primal energy appears, this is what is called the 'living midnight' in our bodies. At this time we are merged in the qualities of heaven and earth, joined with the light of sun and moon, harmonized with the order of the four seasons. This is the gate of yin and yang, the door of life and death, the wellspring of essence and life, the root of strength and submission, the crucible for creating life, the alchemical furnace."
i ching
like thunder rumbling in the clouds like sweet rain falling of itself after a long darkness the light is brilliant return to the fundamantal exalted illumination
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 17, 2007 11:46:17 GMT -6
it is the little things in life that give us the most pleasure that put a smile upon our face simple creature comforts to often taken for granted quality of life? what does it mean? for me it is the new washing machine never had i imagined that cloths could be so clean until that old Gibson was broken seven years of soapy water and now this new Kenmore and once more i can breath easy because i never knew what i was missing and yet there was that long dry spell of doing without but for the bearest essentials and now that old familiar foe shows itself again and i realize it is a fight to the finish interesting how one injustice calls upon another for self justification but isn't that what makes life interesting standing up for the little guy with no voice of his own even if that little guy is looking back at you through the mirror sometimes most times we are own best defense poetry now turns full circle time to do the impossible
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 17, 2007 15:10:19 GMT -6
You are a wonder...writing bout your washer is glorious...I love it...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jun 18, 2007 8:37:40 GMT -6
Thanks WD, Yes life itself may hang in the balance but it is the simple things that remain the most sweet... in spirit
Mississippi Queen
Of dreams lost long ago or those not yet to be there was a time through a window in your mind when all things new were possible...
We all have dreams and some dreams are in precognition yet it doesn't seem to make things any easier... as we cling to the past what dreams may come some how get cast into the dust of on going dispair maybe some time tomorrow but tomorrow never comes when there is only now in balance and harmony should we see the workings of the mind compelled propelled into perpetuity and the safty in numbers of others where we fit easily into the image of some forgone conclusion unquestioned we follow... from birth until death seeking where never there is enough and call this fulfillment rewrite the book of life... where the most simple is sacrificed upon the alter of sensual gratification soul fires burn deeply into night never to be content always reaching never seeking what is changeless until all fuel is spent in bitter discontent like dust in the wind the folly of misdirected youth unplugged from the matrix consummed in the void formed from the vacuum of dead religion
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 18, 2007 18:23:41 GMT -6
the void formed from the vacuum of dead religion...yes to that Sir...
Faith is needed no matter the belief...
I adore your choice of words and flow...wonderful
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 1, 2007 13:07:18 GMT -6
Thank You most kindly Wistful D,
a little something about self protection:
unpredictability is our saving grace to be reasonably predictable is to fall into the sleep of habituated unknowing prognostication adumbrate forshadowed always prefigured presage foretold in advance of living.... this is most true where transience to attachments is the key survival among those whose only ambition is to remain distracted from the truth of their own being by whatever means deemed necessary
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2007 14:05:10 GMT -6
"this is most true where transience to attachments is the key to survival among those whose only ambition is to remain distracted from the truth of their own being by whatever means deemed necessary"
~fragmentationing of Clevelandic versificationing...
Adore this piece, especially the above lines...Sounded like you were describing a character from my past life...It's true, T..."There are none so blind as those who will not see", to coin a colliquism...Thanks for sharing and nice to see you hanging out and banging at the keys with the rest of the poetical crew!!!! Take care, ya hear? Evernir.
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 1, 2007 14:32:13 GMT -6
OK so what i'm really feeling in the moment if i'm being honest as just now scribed in my journal...
this is not the test that could be won... to easily gone... Gangster thugs trigger happy kids with guns... calling my house asking me to allow collect calls on my phone his link to the out side world and why just because his cousin had seen fit to run up the long distance on my phone??? what bases for friendship is that but to commiserate the reality of having a crack head for a neighbor - by the time i had figured this out that fox was in the proverbial hen house who are we now? he is a growd man with one 'nearly' dead under his belt and here this whole world has come crashing in on my life - there is no way this could turn out well ~ No... I know these influences are not indicative of who i am but in this small town my phone - the same phone that had been taken over by the neighborhood backstreet woman next door and all her rift raft thugs with bullets and guns - my phone has the subject of a criminal investigation seems someone was shot and the prime suspect had been using my phone detectives came by once wanting to speak with me but i wasn't home and when the land lady told'em i must be gone they seemed to imply that i might be hidding inside - Ask me, from what, (had i even been there) would i have to hide? fork'em and the horse they rode in on it didn't take long for them to discover (due to the close proximity of the two houses) that my phone would reach next door so i never knew who was using it or what it was being used for - my life is simple and i seldom used long distance but very often the few calls i did get were missed because my phone was missing...
so now you can put two and two together subsequently taking completely unrelated calls from jail and now from prison for two love birds separated by walls with barbed wire and the fact that she is married... with kids it all adds up to no good and here i am minding my own business living for all intents and purposes the life of a necessary recluse - i will be pleased to be leaving Hillsborough when that final bell of destiny calls times up this test is over- time to move on find home... hadn't i payed my dues by now? but please no - not at the end of an accidental shooting wrong person wrong time who just might happen to drive by pointing a loaded gun for no particular reason... before the next chapter unfolds
don't get me wrong once the eviction was final i thought my troubles were over i never thought in a million years i would be taking calls from prison...
this was always a quiet peaceful neigborhood and now it is as if my existence is marked woke up the other morning had fallen asleep with the tv on woke up and my brand new tump'in sony boombox was gone... nearly two weeks pass before i realize my handy cordless drill was also gone... better locks are required
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2007 18:51:14 GMT -6
sounds like you need a doberman or a rottweiler as your roomate...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 2, 2007 8:33:21 GMT -6
thanks Sabrina,
the first piece did cast a better light but then the darkness descends reading back over the above i do not mean to give the wrong impression there is not all this traffic now wanting to use my phone and although i have put a foot down restricting those who would pretend to be a friend from coming by ( that is when the things went missing), out side of the girl from next door and her cousin now in prison both of whom i have openly expressed the need for them to respect my space and keep away - things are nearly back to normal... some how they have managed to keep this drama going... all i know is that this guy was accused of shooting someone and now is locked up for a second time - the first was for armed robbery all charges were dropped some suggest through intimidation next thing you know after i have specifically asked him to quit showing up (if only occassionally) uninvited i hear he is on the lamb from the law on an attempted murder charge... someone got shot but all charges were dropped and now he is in for probation violations... but you see what happens when you piss a crack head off... i mean his cousin not him - she is the crack head neighbor from hell who recently got locked up herself and when i didn't take her collect call from jail the very night she was released my stuff went missing purely by coincidence to be certain.... my room mate said he saw her the next day riding around with a noted B & E pro among others less notable... how would he Know? so i suppose kindness has its limits and much better locks are due... and yes i am aware that so much of this could have been averted i suppose just by refussing to take those calls.... just say No! it seems nice guys finish last... yet for three months as long as i played along i could leave the house open with no threat of being harmed nothing was ever stolen i suppose the abuse of my long distance was a small price to pay for security and for keeping an eye on the cat while i was away
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Post by Sam on Jul 2, 2007 12:09:12 GMT -6
Hey!! Perhaps it is time to relocate!! (?) I hate to feel unsafe in my ow home.... I hate to worry about my home when I am gone... I worry about you!! I am in the same situation...(sort of) Here goes: I live in a small complex of six apartments. (two basement, two main floor, two upstairs) I live upstairs. The neighbor across from me is into something.....something.... The neighbor in the basement is a professional thief. They have hooked up now and I catch myself walking on egg shells. They have done nothing to me, but I do not want them to get angry with me because I see what they are capable of. One beats his wife all of the time, she works, he doesn't. He hurt her, I went with her to the emergency room, they kissed and made up....I'm the enemy. The neighbor across the hall fights with his woman all of the time now. (she doesn't like him hanging out with the other) I try to be invisible.... I try not to get involved any more. But it frightens me sometimes. I keep hoping they will move, but who knows? ? Don't ask me why I'm telling you this, either) ha Sam
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 2, 2007 19:57:12 GMT -6
Thank You Sam much appreciated to know that my situation isn't so unique you know what they say, keep your friends close keep your (potential) enemies closer... tl
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Post by Sam on Jul 3, 2007 8:46:28 GMT -6
True, very true. I have the money issue, also!!! I just got my "yearly" raise....A dime and the good news, "I have a job." How about that? I just keep smiling! What can you do? It is just too bad we were both born so good looking instead of rich, huh? Have a good day! Sam
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jul 4, 2007 13:23:18 GMT -6
Cleveland and Sam...for you both my friends I send my love and prayers on the wind to reach you...as I also send my wishes for a much better life in all for all... Love to ya both... mixed with word hugs and smiles from the west coast...
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 6, 2007 6:15:36 GMT -6
it is a beautiful friday morning the world outside my door is a celebration of life more brids i've seen this year than at any other time in my memory... flocks of blue jays and cardinals seven, eight maybe ten or more at a time in the same space or time there are more molking birds this year than ever before interesting to watch them fight for territorial rights areal acrobatics rolling turning and diving swooping around the camus in tight formation until the chase is ended and i think what if this is nature's way of being so full of life before the epidemic
a surface reality we must watch every step in unknowing unsympathetic or percisely apathetic environments the haves or the haves not what is the frequency the vibration of our destiny who gives us our identity when the whole world in entertainment weekly would be our oyster.... in the pursuit of fame or fortune - superficial appearance of make believe fantasy the daily news here today gone tomorrow except for the rumble in the distance a war to end all wars superficial puppets culprits in political office unfettered greed unleashed in the middle east... smash and run tactics all for a considerable profit big time politicians with deep pockets while we pay the ultimate price not only with our taxes but in the exchange of human life
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Post by tolteclogic on Jul 6, 2007 7:17:35 GMT -6
i don't feel like it but it is at least a 25 mile ride there and back to Duke University department of prosthetics and orthotics i don't have the same stamina i use to hold on a bicycle so long ago even now i feel the fatigue of working all this week 2 maybe 3 days and time it takes to recover and the constant drama with the new room mate every day is a party liquid courage is the key and his rent is always late and now the end is in sight as i assert my independence over one more broken promise he said i could use his car we work the same job and always there is something going on for all the lies being told and i get caught in the middle i can see the writing on the wall a free floater who has never apparently had to pay rent and all bets are he will vanish without a trace stick me with the rent except there is his old mercedes broken down in my yard some folks can't seem to live without drama or leave well enough alone what goes around comes around no one must know his business and yet here i am caught in the middle and when things go bad where one lie won't match another on the job or among all his women running me down one day - best friends the next i'm to old for this shit always making threats to sabotage any budding friendship the ones he couldn't catch... because of some basic insecurity around the women he cann't keep who catch him in his lies and i am caught in the middle of drama central
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