Dream Of Enlarged, Widened Being

Only the Auditors can be caught in the darkness behind the eyes,

in real life consciousness means that everything has awareness

and will return to the living electromagnetic stream - without this

dream of enlarged, widened being, all life would seem absolutely

pointless: all experience is recorded forever never to be lost and

 

Everything we think, do and feel is always available for evaluation

and re-imagining - it is a glorious circle that will make up for this

feeling of being totally abandoned, lost and alone in our thoughts,

I shall invest belief in this creed in order to make it come true by

means of the power of quantum particles through which observed

 

And observer change each other mutually; therein lies the poetic

and philosophical power of quantum physics as cleverly explained

within Terry Pratchett’s brilliant Discworld Element of Narrativium

 

Narrativium: The most common element on the disc, although not

included in the list of the standard five which are earth, fire, air, water

and surprise and it ensures that everything runs properly as a story.

Auditors: When taking on human form, the beings are surprised to

find they are alone in the blackness behind the eyes - Thief of Time. 

Her Voice Grows More Divine

 https://youtu.be/uBIZVTttjCE

Hallelujah

Amira received this wonderful gift from above:

a lovely voice that embodies the sound of love,

the purity and radiance of her beautiful notes

carry God’s message straight into our hearts

 

While the expressive power of her performance

propelled her into concerts everywhere & she

conquered and softened every heart with her

song so audiences offer adoration wherever

 

She goes - yet instead of using her voice for

glittering wealth and becoming a big star, she

prefers to serve those in need of her help, she

sings her divine songs to bring comfort & hope

 

Whether the audience can pay her or not, she

inspires people to love and help each other by

building playgrounds - she expresses delight

with those who take care of others - since she

 

Keeps singing without making profit for herself,

her voice grows more divine with every note &

we’re entranced as Amira brings the heavenly

host with these works of charity into our lives

 

On Friday 29 July 2022 Amira performed for the staff of the Mediclinic

hospital in Potchefstroom.  She thanked them for their hard work during

the Covid 19 pandemic and sang "You Raise Me Up", " Hallelujah" and

"You Never Walk Alone".

True Penitence

 https://youtu.be/n66udAMmCDM

I want Amira’s voice to intercede for my sins because

the angels in heaven, the Godly Presence, are moved

by a sound so beautiful; I cry when thinking of all I have

done wrong in my life - begging for forgiveness and only

Amira’s voice singing ‘Ave Maria’ in Spanish composed

by Gomez brings the peace I desire as her rising vibrato

spreads out to encompass the whole range of the Divinity

offered to humans on earth, only Amira has been able to

use her voice in the way that a Higher Power intended for

penitent people: though I wish to sing unto Him, I lack the

tones required to express true devotion, only Amira’s song

fulfills the celestial requirement for true penitence within the

eternal beauty of unblemished, truly devoted & ardent love

Ave Maria (W.Gomez)

Ave, Ave Maria, Full, full of grace, Blessed are you among all women

And blessed is the fruit of your womb Jesus.(2x)

 

Holy, Holy Mary, Holy Mary, mother of God, Pray for us sinners, now

and in the hour of our death

 Amen, Amen, Amen...

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A Realm Of The Most Radiant Delight

 https://youtu.be/J8paPbgymOU

When stupid decisions lead to pain and perdition I seek solace in

beautiful things, I listen to Amira singing on behalf of King Xerxes

about enjoying the shade of a beloved tree, her voice sublime with

harmonics ringing way beyond reality - the sweet, calming effect

stops the pain clutching my heart and the fear in my mind so that

innocent beauty of sound weaving bright silken strands, binds the

pain to be replaced with joy which destroys dark feelings clouding

my thoughts - taking me into a realm of the most radiant delight

….…………………………………………………………………….

Ombra mai fu [=Never was the shade] George Frideric Handel

In this aria King Xerxes sings about his fondness for a plane tree

that has provided him with [refreshing] shade, the Italian means

“Never was the shade of vegetation ["amato platano" = beloved

plane-tree] (so) sweet and kind and more agreeable….

I Slide On The Surface

It’s not very clever to eat homemade lasagna and afterwards

die in disgruntled discomfort which changes the world into a

meaningless gray blob while I float around, a lost waif feeling

sorry for myself, my head is shrinking and pushing my veins

and sinuses into a painful huddle and my eyes cannot focus

so that I’m technically blind, psychologically a psychopath and

emotionally retarded, some medications offer an escape but at

an extortionate price: for every bit of relief my eyes grow as dry

as the desert and burn as if there is sand in them, going down

the rabbit-hole of pain-relief is not on, so I slide on the surface

of meaningless idiocy while suffering quietly…

But washing on the line is demanding attention and if I want to

be brave, there is ironing to be done, in order to carry out these

duties I must combat the growing pressure in my head, back to

the drawing board, sinus pills might give symptomatic relief and

allow me to get the washing in and take it from there: why should  

I be allergic to Worcestershire sauce and pasta and life become

hell because I found the lasagna so pleasant on my palate - did

I choose this as punishment for past sins or a means of learning

to reincarnate as a better human being next time round; maybe

to make the choice to remain non-physical for all eons to come?

A Bright, Sparkling Satire

When the story of William de Worde got underway

it sparkled with mischief AND criticism of society’s

indifference to political matters although demanding

justice for everyone, the New Firm’s Mr Pin stole the  

potato that guaranteed a safe afterlife for Mr Tulip -

 

Then we find Mr Pin’s face on a humorous vegetable

and finally he will be fried while Mr Tulip becomes a

happy woodworm, and William de Worde continued

to fight the puppet masters who want to manipulate

the common people around them; the dwarfs singing

 

Mission songs to save the vampire from himself and

Gaspode the talking dog changed into a pink poodle

called Trixiebelle, the Patrician seeing the advantage

in newspapers to form opinion, a competing Inquirer

making up news like fish falling from above in Quirm

 

It all flows together into a bright, sparkling satire about

snobbery of the upper classes and the fight for freedom

and justice fought by those with integrity while Slant’s

zombie life, the vampire, werewolf and dwarfs add the

respect required for a happy multicultural society….

[Terry Pratchett: “The Truth”]

A Total Lack Of Bezazz

William de Worde is a boring fellow, he suffers from

a total lack of bezazz, it’s a difficult task I set myself

to read ‘The Truth’ by Terry Pratchett again, having

solved the conflicts in my characters’ lives I wanted

to relax, but wading through the murky waters of De

Worde’s life is not conducive to that end, the only nod

 

To the DiscWorld’s magic is Gaspode, the talking dog,

while the new firm led by Mr Pin and enlivened by the

addicted Mr Tulip, simply obscures the magic world,

with the interesting Patrician Lord Vetinari out cold  

or not doing anything and Commander Vimes just a

shadowy figure in the background and the powerful

 

Chairs conducting the narrative, it’s a chore to carry

on, without the colourful Mustrum Ridcully to shout

at people and no Granny Weatherwax to astound a

reader, traveling through the book is hard work and

‘Soul Music’ is ready to be opened again and Susan

will save the life of Imp Y Celyn - now that my own

 

Heroine is at peace I have to contend with a broken

tooth and to add to my woes, I cut my own hair and

it’s a disaster of magnificent proportions of course -

if only I had solved the conflict in my characters’ lives

before seeking solace in destroying something in my

own little world - luckily a hairstyle disintegrating is a

 

Very small problem in the larger scheme of things, or

I really hope so, at least… 

Carefully Ordered Universe & So Patently Absurd

I am the delighted recipient of an Income Tax Return Post

Submission Survey upon submitting my taxes electronically

and now they want me to declare how wonderful it seems to

sign my income away to the welfare state, how streamlined

the efficient tax authority is at deducting all amounts to line

their pockets and maybe if something is left to help the poor

 

Underprivileged - one chance in a million of them receiving

anything once government officials dipped into my pension

as the welfare state is all about enriching the rich, depriving

the poor of even the little bit they might have received if they

had left me something with which to help them - my beloved

claims this is not so, and he submitted the tax return for me

 

But what does he know, he is the one who came up with the

water restriction which means that even as a washer-upper

I’m illegal and unwelcome in this carefully ordered universe 

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So Patently Absurd

With the water restriction in place I get a migraine in the

kitchen: looking at dirty dishes and messy surfaces, my

first desire is to clean up, immediately a sharp pang of

conscience prevents me from moving to the tap, the use

of water is prohibited to bring down costs so no washing

between meals, no wet cloth in the hand to wipe counter

Tops, no wiping the floor with a wet rag - so the headache

increases until I want to scream, the situation is driving me

mad, it’s boredom and frustration rolled up into one, now

even ironing does not appeal to me, why do it when real

cleaning is illegal - why do anything when life is becoming

so patently absurd - I shall go read jokes till feeling better

On top of it all, being micro-managed: there’s a dish of green

beans and some mash in the fridge - a new edict: you’re not

allowed to prepare fresh vegetables, save money, save gas,

you’ve got the eat the old stuff, whatever the Lord and Master

of the Crocodile Castle allows: I think my head will burst with

the absurdity, though it’s so funny & idiotic at the same time

Adding Good Wishes To Our Last Farewell

[Diary Notes}

Says my favorite guru, ‘You’re responsible for everything in your

life’ and thus I understand that if I’m depressed it’s my own doing

and I must change my attitude, yet I could not do it as everything

seemed so bland & uninspiring, use of water restricted, no more

watering the garden laid down in subjective decree by the Master

of the Crocodile Castle and it made me so MAD - I took leave of

my senses, wanted to commit suicide; an overreaction - you bet

 

Then my brother Peter Pan from Neverland called and said You,

dear Alice, are like my older brother because when I say goodbye

you say ‘Regards to your wife and child’ and this wastes my time,

but I explained - most people do the same, they say ‘I have to go,

I’ve got gangrene or my car has broken down', not simply: ‘Still, I

like a good kebab, goodbye’ and plonk the cell phone down - NO

they first explain the circumstances - THEN they say an abrupt

 

Goodbye - let’s hope Peter Pan retains the lesson and will stop

accusing Attila and me of being wrong for saying goodbye civilly

adding good wishes to our “last farewell”…

Passionate Requests & Personal, Subjective Reality

Imagine what you enjoyed most in life; I am thinking of

my interpreting sessions where I relayed the requests

of the Francophone visitors to South Africa to our own

Government - carrying a heavy bag with dictionaries -

 

Explaining for our visitors what their problems & needs

were and it was the best experience of my life, then we

went to the canine section and I had to explain the dog

training to our interested buyers - afterwards I realised

 

They never wanted to pay, only to receive gifts to meet

their needs since South Africa and Mandela were seen

as the Father Christmas of Africa: but oh, what great fun

to use my French knowledge to help them communicate

 

Their needs to our Government, afterwards I relayed their

passionate requests in the same tearful way in which they 

were posed by our visitors; then I learned that interpreters

were supposed to be indifferent - totally cold, relaying all

 

Words in an emotionless, ice-cold, mechanical way - but

I am glad that I interpreted before I knew the scientific

theory of unfeeling - robotic - meaningless relay!

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Personal, Subjective Reality 

A wonderful working weekend with dusting and cleaning, the

blinds also - doing some ironing while listening to my favourite

guru explaining everything is working out - and it is - the only

problem is me - even  after reading my favourite author I feel

 

Dissatisfied - it’s clear accomplishment has no lasting value -

thus it’s a problem how to enjoy tonight while dreaming of the

good times: could I ever explain the joy I felt while working, in

such a way that others enjoy the passionate delight I felt in

 

My own heart, & reading my favourite author, Terry Pratchett  

where he explains the philosopher 'Heidehollen' spoke of the

‘quantum fluctuations in the fabric of space-time’ - now I have

confirmation that my memories of my interpretations are still

 

Alive and will be forever within these quantum fluctuations -

it is joyous to realise: this is my personal, subjective reality!

[Terry Pratchett, “The Truth” - p 162 - Published 2000 by 

Doubleday, Transworld Publishers]

Eyes Completely Losing Focus

No more chocolate, it affects me in the same way it does the

Auditors, overwhelmed by the taste like Lady Myria LeJean -

my eyes totally lose focus, can’t continue reading the book in

front for me: ‘The Truth’ by Terry Pratchett - with my blood

sugar going haywire I can’t enjoy the story of the Bursar fed

dead frog pills to induce the hallucination in him that he was

perfectly sane, a thing most people also hallucinate about -

 

Though I’m a golem who believes that eating chocolate is an

instruction written on the Chem in my head - how else can I

explain the categorical imperative rearing its ugly head when-

ever I come across chocolate-coated toffee, it is impossible to

refuse the delicious concoction and the result is me floating up

into the air like a levitating psychic and the world starts to feel

like a hurricane spinning around me at that moment in time -

 

Only a written golem order can have such a devastating effect,

there’s no need to try drugs when sugar’s so potent: I’m going

to abstain from chocolate for a while in order to read the lovely

DiscWorld series which explains the life I lead so perfectly, given

the way a wizard hallucinating that he can fly - simply takes off

towards the sky, my spirit seems to do the same thing right after

a chocolate-eating spree - leaving me with a terrible headache

 

And eyes completely losing focus - which isn’t fun at all…

 

[Terry Pratchett: ………….‘Thief Of Time’

….…………………………..’The Truth’]

Memories Of Fleeting Happiness

[Diary Notes]

The boredom of watching the same TV programmes over

and over sometimes feels overwhelming, Mrs Brown doing

the same slapstick comedy routines and I have to watch it

because the Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle feels

it is relaxing, after washing the dishes I no longer have an

excuse to go off on my own - is this some form of torture?

 

I would like to read Soul Music again, Susan’s adventures

with Imp Y Celyn are marvelous - specifically since Death

went off on a sabbatical to forget the death of his adopted 

daughter Ysabel, but instead here I am - a prisoner caught

in front of the TV, maybe I should read my book right here

though the light is so weak, yet the feeling of frustration is

 

Growing and I would rather run away than stay to hear the

inane conversation, only alternative is using my earphones,

since experiments have proven that the sensory stimulation

of our youth fools our brains into thinking we are still young,

I'm listening to Lindie Roux Cu-Cu-Ru-Cu-Cu & feel thirteen

years old again, their radio is playing as I watch in fascination  

 

What my brothers are doing in the glorious Aladdin’s cave of

their room, charging batteries & taking an alarm clock apart,

parts of another radio and a bicycle lying around, Peter Pan

tinkering with a home-made distillery to brew his own peach

brandy, pieces of a Lyall Watson-pyramid which is supposed

to sharpen razor blades littering the floor - today Peter Pan

 

Swears it never sharpened anything - memories of fleeting

happiness since I adored my clever older brothers so much 

Succeeding When He Was Eighty Years Old

Loved watching The Intern with Robert De Niro and Anne

Hathaway as I see my dad in his role and his face, looking

so dapper and smart and kind, that’s just what he does in

this movie as he becomes the right-hand man of a young

executive with her own company, his facial expressions

 

Remind me of my father’s when he looked irritated & then

when he looks kind again, I see my dad as he could have

been all his life if he were given a chance: maybe his soul

had his life experience so he could transcend to a higher

sphere with more love and understanding in his heart, he

 

Had changed a lot from when I was small until he looked

like Father Christmas at the end of his life and he became

soft of heart and understanding, the changes started when

I was in hospital and continued throughout his life and as an

old man he was so Robert De Niro in The Intern and I loved

 

Him a lot, even if Peter Pan had not progressed to learning

about him as an old man, I shall always honour the memory

of my dad with his childhood perspective trying to be a grown

man and only succeeding when he was eighty years old…