The Internet provides an opportunity to discover interesting `tools’ designed by those who have the capacity to do so and then, find interesting ways to utilize these tools possibly in ways not originally intended. Just such a tool I discovered is presented by
It is clear by now that a tsunami of `porn’ related material is widely available via the Internet that spans the full spectrum of sexual act performed by persons of a comparable spectrum of sexual orientation.
The objective here is to marry the two by utilizing a digital conversation tool that essentially maps the content of a digital photo (jpeg or similar). The result is as an example here:
To view the product of this marriage, armed with a YouTube account when requested to `sign in’, you can view a brief video titled: Erotic Digital Desires
The beauty of Moon’s brilliant light reflecting on the still water of the harbor cove betrays the anguish felt deep inside as I sit gazing upward at the dark night sky filled to abundance with the flickering light of constellation’s stars.
Absorbed by the wonderment of nature’s paint I seek to find answers to questions’ manifest, reasons for humanity’s self-inflicted pain, dispensed with the hypocrisy of remorse.
The defilement of life’s abundant values given without price; expended as though worthless: life, taking life.
What virus of evil did mutate into the genetic of humanity to give rise to its indiscriminate ability to espouse hatred by voice and physical action? An evil so dark as to seemingly expunge the full essence of Love from the spirit soul given to all with birth into a world of unquestioning beauty and abundance to be had. What wayward action was it that led it to traverse our planet without impediment or impunity to find permanence of residence in all, yet diverse, cultures?
Were an alien intelligence to look upon the dualistic actions of this earth’s inhabitants it would assuredly too, be left to wonder the root cause(s) for this profane condition. Like a child spoiled to indifference to the riches unquestioningly given it without want for reciprocation but to appreciate the inherent value of its worth and, to cherish the opportunity for its giving.
How long can this insidious profanity be allowed to continue without an ultimate price to be paid, to render a final solution that will fully purge the disease sickness that holds to the genetic roots of humanity and its progeny of generations to come? To allow the full goodness of the Soul’s spirit of love that freely resides in all at birth, to flourish and expand in the course of life’s given journey before entering the next realm of energy’s domain.
An Essay for our present time: having written this in recent past years it somehow seems appropriate to publish it again:
EPOCH
J. J. Hurtak writes (Pistis Sophia, p. xxvii): “The Pistis Sophia teaches us that humanity has inherited from the First Space of the Divine an indwelling divine power. The Savior is directed by the Ineffable to assist in the extension of the Divine powers into the human kingdom according to the desires of humanity, and to reveal the efficacy of the highest mysteries of salvation to humankind.”
Genesis creation of man as an entity and the demise of mankind as a spiritual being.
Then I said, “Sir, how much longer?” He said to me, “Until the moment when the true man, within a modeled form, reveals the existence of the spirit of truth, which the father has sent. Then he will teach them about everything, and he will anoint them with the unction of life eternal, given him from the nominated generation. Then they will be freed of blind thought, and they will trample underfoot death, which is of the authorities, and they will ascend into the limitless light where this sown element belongs. Then the authorities will relinquish their ages, and their angels will weep over their destruction, and their demons will lament their death. Then all the children of the light will be truly acquainted with the truth and their root, and the father of the entirety and the holy spirit. They will all say with a single voice, ‘The father’s truth is just, and the son presides over the entirety”, and from everyone unto the ages of ages, “Holy – holy – holy! Amen!'”
Countless volumes of ancient and contemporary written text speak of and repeat the existence of a Divine truth that has evaded the consciousness of mankind. Like a prophet hoarding the secrets of the ages, exiled to extreme outer boundaries of existence banished there by the orthodoxy that dominates contemporary humanity, keeping it in ignorance.
Humanities’ absolve to the higher power of institutions that assume the role of all-knowing guides to a future of their making, carved from ignorance, fueled by greed, reaps a present existence mired in evil, negativity, and chaos
A spiritual awakening to the `truth of knowledge’ is beyond comprehension given the infusion and solidification of creed impervious to blemish and protected with cries of `heresy’.
Hippocratic and false prophets, councilors to the perceived Word, for want of power and deity present a false hope promoted by language and rhetoric to plant and nourish guilt of sin and promise of destiny to the inferno: Hell.
Evil, like an ancient tree with its long and tenuous roots, pierces through the soil of humanity nourishing and expanding through all existence to become established and impervious to the ax that is truth, love and goodness, casting its evil shadow, blocking passage of the Light of Being sent to spark and warm the souls of humanity.
Existence in the shadow of the Tree of Evil its fallen fruit seeded and nourished in the bountiful goodness that is inherently humanity’s, to sprout seedlings of evil that in time will cast an infinite shadow of darkness forever blocking out the Light of Truth, banishing the hope that it will ever light the souls of humanity again.
Orthodox faith, cultivator, and keeper of the garden of evil conspiring blindly to serve to an apocalyptic end through denial of the true words of God lay toll of heresy through self-righteous inquisition to persecute those bravely wanting for the truth to be spoken and known by all. These are the purveyors of the candle snuffer that put out the light of truth at every opportunity to ensure that in time, it will be snuffed out forever.
News today of the passing of Leonard Cohen, a great and inspirational artist to many poets, song writers and, performers over the last several decades; a contributor to the Arts who will be greatly missed. A true Icon to creative persons around the globe.
In remembrance to his significant contribution:
Inspiration
I watched
I listened
A humble man
Creator of words
Magical expression
Inspiring thought
Stimulating senses
To survive his years
In poetry
Or
In song
His Mission
To inspire
An icon
To poetry’s
Throng
Through words
Forever
Lives on
Leonard Cohen
1970 – Leonard Cohen
Reflections of a turbulent time long past
Emerges again for all to witness at last
The personal story of an artist then great
A talent time’s passage could not fade
His verse of song pronounced and deep
Speaking to the truth of love all of us seek
Leonard Cohen’s poetry somberly wise, reflective
Portraiture of life seen with unique perspective
Gained by the artistry of this unique insightful man
Immortalizing a presence we still struggle to understand
Tomorrow’s walk toward yesterday dreams
To attain prospect of things desired, gleaned
Are filled with perils , more often, not seen;
Rendering personal cost beyond obscene.
This knowledge should give an advantage clue
To question how, through one’s life, to best pursue
Enrichment, by every nature, offered up for view;
To be cautious of its ultimate price and/or services, due.
Agreement Pacts, purportedly scribed, since days of old
Promising fame and riches for the sale of one’s soul
Are devilishly hidden or ignored by those so bold
As to venture into this misguided folly, though so told.
Much evidence lays as circumstantial waste:
The lives given to such transactions with unthinking haste;
Their derelict, dying bodies strewn, abounds this earthly place
Only to be ignored by newbies, believing, they’re a different case.
Are the roots of my behavior anchored in the thought of not knowing the ancestry to my beginning, lost to the passage of time, expunged forever from the frail, failing minds of those who preceded this presence?
That I should walk blindly into the unknown struggling to gain handle-hold of the truth that will propel me forward unimpeded; rendering concrete proof to this troubled passage steeped in the evidence of success?
That a modicum of recognition edges its way beyond the shadow of the spotlight’s beam diligently focused upon they who are deemed to warrant the energy?
Are these the asking of one selfishly deprived; looking, striving to be realized in the flesh of this time; a time that is ticking ever faster toward its end unresolved to the want emblemized by these words spoken?
Or am I just feeling the anc’s of the coming anniversary of my birth’s birthday?
Tumbling under the tumbleweed,
Watching life from body recede,
Praying for forgiveness to bleed,
Knowing not what truth to believe.
Heaven holds promise to life given,
Forgetting awareness of promises driven,
That life is meant for those bent on liven,
What chance is there they are in fact riven?
Hell provides an excuse to excuse,
Those given to others to abuse,
Or ultimatum to refuse,
What amounts to a pile of garbage refuse.
Darkness hides from glorious light,
Deceiving what is most given to fright,
To harness the strength to give flight,
Especially when darkness arrives in the night.
What ails in the heart is not to be forgotten,
In the end, it transcends what grows rotten,
That’s why tears are left to be sought then,
Absorbed in ‘kerchiefs, made of fine cotton.
All comes from Nothing (Future) What IS, is the expression of Future as Present What Was, memory, lies in the Past
To illustrate, take this digital page: it is designed, created, configured, etc., by the software utilized to configure it into the Present by a design engineer, synonymous to the unknown origin of this Reality, a mythical entity as far as concerned. The program application, within a designed environment (computer) of specific electromagnetic and resonant frequencies applied to a binary polarity, represented as zero’s and one’s, produces the reality of the digital page. It is irrelevant to know or comprehend the programming essential to its existence, it is just taken for granted.
What this simple example illustrates is that Reality, premised on specific mathematical laws and physical principles, disseminated for purposes of comprehension into the different departments of science (physics, astronomy, medicine, etc., etc.,) simply are the product of digital binary code or polarity (negative: 0, positive: 1), so configured by the influences of electromagnetic and harmonic resonant frequencies to the binary polarity, into patterns of reality, Reality as comprehended.
This is duly illustrated by placing a thin, bed of sand particles upon a flat surface exposed to a variant range of vibrational frequency. Each amplitude of frequency results in a unique, 2-dimensional, geometric configuration pattern of the sand particles. Now, if each grain of sand were of an alternate polarity (negative–0, positive-1), exposed to a unique vibrational resonant frequency, within a specific electromagnetic environment, potentially, a unique, 3-dimensional representation should develop.
This hypothetical reasoning is promised by the scientific establishing that specific binary code structure (programming) resides at the foundation of DNA (Deoxyribonucleic Acid) sequences of the Human genome.
With this basis of understanding, it is not too difficult to postulate the existence of a multitude of realities within the multitude of variations of resonant frequencies and fluctuations of electromagnetic environments (gravity) that comprises what is known as the Universe. In much the same way as flipping to a new frequency on a radio dial will result in a new program station is derived.
Ultimately, the true determination of `What is Reality?’ will be discovered, however, the key to doing so is to look for the simplicity in the complexity of Nature, therein lies the Key!
[i] “Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way … and few there be that find it.” When a modern religion forgets this saying, it is suffering from an atavistic relapse into primitive barbarism. It is appealing to the psychology of the herd, away from the intuitions of the few. Religion in the Making A Series of Four Lectures delivered during February 1926, at the King’s Chapel, Boston, USA by Alfred North Whitehead
If you find it difficult to understand the foregoing, here is a video of a young person, 13 years old, who fully comprehends the basis of Reality:
From the perspective of Mathematicians: Check out this Video as an aid to understanding, however, with one proviso: watch, listen to what is stated with the perspective of hindsight. That is, Reality, as being experienced, comes after-the-fact of its happening. Reality resides, on a time-scale, a nano-moment of time AFTER, its being shaped by the forces of Nature influencing its existence. This explains why the laws of Nature are consistent throughout the known Universe AS WE PERCEIVE IT TO BE within our CONSTRAINTS of OUR Reality.
Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.
Fantasy’s Gain
Lost in a fantasy of the mind
Perfection of reason one can find
No blemish to purpose of any kind
A worldly presence – so sublime
Love’s emotion in all its essence
Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence
Breath to life sparkles with effervescence
Hormones rage as in adolescence
Brief though this experience may be
It is a moment to be felt, to see
For it is a state easy to conceive
It is for all who live and breathe
Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain
Often taken to lengths insane
Let the wondrous power of the mind reign
By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.
Singularity of Being
Existence is a cocoon of my making
Detached from passions of others
Numbed by avoidance of emotion
Sustained by the singularity of being
Absorbed into self-absorption
Abyss
The parameters that define this life are shrinking.
The question of creating a rendering composed of different works, some sourced from the Internet, while others originating from one’s own library of photos, graphics, etc..
Can the result be deemed original or potentially, copyright infringement for those elements sourced from the public domain?
For instance; this is the result of just such a manipulation:
The base image is one found on the Internet using the search phrase: scary landscapes,
Then adding an element taken from an original photo:
Then utilizing a photo-editing software, add a few elements such as an eery moon and some flash lightening for dramatic effect, finish the rendering with essentially a different story being told from the base image.
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The beauty of Moon’s brilliant light reflecting on the still water of the harbor cove betrays the anguish felt deep inside as I sit gazing upward at the dark night sky filled to abundance with the flickering light of constellation’s stars.
Absorbed by the wonderment of nature’s paint I seek to find answers to questions’ manifest, reasons for humanity’s self-inflicted pain, dispensed with the hypocrisy of remorse.
The defilement of life’s abundant values given without price; expended as though worthless: life, taking life.
What virus of evil did mutate into the genetic of humanity to give rise to its indiscriminate ability to espouse hatred by voice and physical action? An evil so dark as to seemingly expunge the full essence of Love from the spirit soul given to all with birth into a world of unquestioning beauty and abundance to be had. What wayward action was it that led it to traverse our planet without impediment or impunity to find permanence of residence in all, yet diverse, cultures?
Were an alien intelligence to look upon the dualistic actions of this earth’s inhabitants it would assuredly too, be left to wonder the root cause(s) for this profane condition. Like a child spoiled to indifference to the riches unquestioningly given it without want for reciprocation but to appreciate the inherent value of its worth and, to cherish the opportunity for its giving.
How long can this insidious profanity be allowed to continue without an ultimate price to be paid, to render a final solution that will fully purge the disease sickness that holds to the genetic roots of humanity and its progeny of generations to come? To allow the full goodness of the Soul’s spirit of love that freely resides in all at birth, to flourish and expand in the course of life’s given journey before entering the next realm of energy’s domain.
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