All Her Dreams Come True

Reading a favourite book again is like listening to

the voice of your best friend, the words are choice,

the sentences beautifully formed and finished, the

story reads like a poem, all unnecessary extra’s &

 

Curlicues have been trimmed away, it makes me

realize that making small talk with people because

nobody has anything special to say and we do not

share the same interests, is such a waste of time

 

Compared to the feeling of delight and enrichment

experienced when reading a description of scenes

that are so emotional and touching, I feel as if I’m

living these events myself, the wonderful chaos in

 

The heroine’s home and the delightful characters

coming together to ferry containers full of frogs to

safety where a taxi-driver fixes a dripping faucet

and teaches the mother how to brew coffee with

 

Cinnamon and the street violinist admires a great

collection of opera music and everyone is happy

and content to be part of the action on the night

of the concert, the quartet of kids play a divine

 

Mozart and our heroine develops the ability to

play vibrato on her cello, all her dreams come

true as does mine - to read a good book…

Reality Of The 6th Sense [Rev]

Back in the discomfort zone from a slice of bread two

days in a row and I can’t breathe properly, can’t think,

noise irritates and nothing makes sense; desperately

seeking for meaning to tide me over the darkness of

allergy, it should be possible to retain sense of reality

 

After all these years - but no, as short-circuiting starts

in my brain, synapses misfiring and I’m left adrift on a

slow-moving river of meaninglessness with the fresh

flowers opening every hour becoming invisible - only

a physical sensation of drowning within a hurricane’s

 

Unending circles remains whirling in my head and I’m

spinning continuously - but going nowhere at a most

impressive pace - why should innocuous bread have

such an effect when bread is such a ubiquitous food

found everywhere, a temptation only to be withstood

 

By those bereft of their sense of aesthetics as well as

without imagination; the Holy Book declares bread to

be the essence keeping spirit & physical flesh together,

well, clearly the Bible wasn’t written for me, I’ll stick to

Spiritual sources claiming that every subatomic particle

 

Has consciousness and rejoice in knowing that though

I am lost at sea, going nowhere, the whole universe is

filled with awareness and registers when people like me

are feeling lost and alone, and will make up for it in the

non-physical domain where all consciousness goes

 

Upon leaving the physical world of 5 senses, where even

the reality of the 6th sense is still hotly debated…

Survived With My Sense Of Humour Intact

Watched a political satire today, I know who it is aimed at

and I hate such a way of belittling other people - the one

being so nasty and self-congratulatory has fallen from my

good books forever, I shall not even mention the movie

 

As that would give it media attention which it does not

deserve for attacking people I admire, trying to make

others look bad and presenting religion as stupid and

sad, is prejudiced behaviour revealing the perpetrators

 

As hateful and unprincipled, luckily I survived & chuckled

a lot, though it was for the thinly veiled political caricatures,

not the silly plot - glad we got this out of the way - and I was

duped into taking out books presenting sensitive subjects

 

With all the aplomb of a chicken where a feather would

have sufficed - à la Terry Pratchett - the author must be

smirking as she is lurking at the side of her characters

revealing them as exploited beings in this reader’s eyes

 

Once again I survived her version of vermilion shades with

my sense of humour intact, I hope every intelligent reader 

gives her books short thrift also because that is all they deserve…

Cohen The Barbarian

If my dad were Cohen the Barbarian I could be his

daughter, Conina, once Cohen mixed turpentine and

cane by mistake and took a swig, swallowed, all of

it  - for weeks afterwards he tasted turpentine in his

 

Mouth, but he didn’t die, the thought amuses me so

much - just as doctors feed whisky to all those who

imbibed anti-freeze, to keep the liver from processing

the toxin; cane prevented Cohen’s liver from trying to

 

Break down the turpentine, Cohen’s tricks were awful to

all those living in his house - but in retrospect, it is so

funny to reflect on them & Cohen had questionable

friends of course, promising him certain death if he

 

Dared to divulge their scams to insurance companies,

as Conina I marvel at Cohen’s innocence among the

accomplished crooks  - and hope in the non-physical

realm Cohen has received instruction on becoming

 

A moral human being…

 

[Terry Pratchett: Diskworld series]

https://wiki.lspace.org/List_of_Pratchett_characters#Lancre_and_the_Witches

One Of The Lancre Witches

Finally made peace with the fact I’m so old I can only

attend a Diskworld get-together as one of the Lancre

witches, satisfied with my wearing long black tights I

felt set for my role until I noticed my big toe peeking

out left and right feet - the tights are very old indeed

 

And realised that putting together a witches’ outfit will

take a lot more trouble than I’m willing to go to, besides,

I cannot be satisfied with being Goodie Whemper or

Gammer Brevis, I’d like to be Lady Time - but then

Wen the Eternally Surprised will be wasting my time

 

Lobsang Ludd would be a demanding son - so maybe

I can play at being Lily Weatherwax, that ought to be fun,

if only Susan - Death’s granddaughter - were old enough,

I could be riding around on Binky, Death’s excellent horse

while ordering curry up high near the sun...

 

[Terry Pratchett: Diskworld series]

https://wiki.lspace.org/List_of_Pratchett_characters#Lancre_and_the_Witches

If Akashic Records Exist

We seldom meet new people, when we do, I’m easily

impressed when the person does some extra reading,

we conversed about spiritualism and Buddhism - but

when the conversation derailed, I couldn’t fathom what

my new acquaintance meant, I said I loved the idea that

 

Everything is conscious and aware; meaning every sub-

atomic particle from iron to flowers, and he replied Yes,

then refuted everything I said about universal and inter-

subjective consciousness, indicating superficial reading

of spiritual material - now it has been revealed belatedly

 

That our new acquaintance has issues with aggression &

I’m disappointed in my lack of insight into character, the

person had such great taste in interior decorating - and

furniture - but anger and extravagance with the help of

nicotine & Bacchus made a normal lifestyle impossible

 

For him, a lesson learned: when a face shows that much

wear and tear, it strongly indicates spiritual wear & tear

and psychological damage also, he seemed to be a kind

person entertaining extravagantly and lavishly, quite out

of the ordinary - indicating lack of restraint - I’ve no right

 

To be disappointed in him, his heart may be pure gold

underneath the psychological defects caused by life’s

events we know nothing about, we shall never see him

again as he disappears and I’m left wondering what on

earth has really happened to him - if Akashic records

 

Exist, I shall consult them in the non-physical world…

A Fire-Spewing Dragon [Rev]

Sitting in a deep, dark dungeon without the sun,

clouds, milky and grey - threatening rain which

doesn’t come, headache which won’t go away,

& Lord of the Crocodile Castle has turned into

 

 A fire-spewing dragon because he’ll have to wait

a month long for new glasses - while, as a local

crocodile, I fail to entertain because everything he

hears & sees is irritating - I’m forbidden to use

 

Key words that bring happiness - I am muzzled

and hibernating - only BBC animal programmes

bring relief - and the Kalahari desert has strange

fairy circles where no grass will grow & Sir David

 

Attenborough is whispering about this - adding a

bit of sparkle to this boring, stifling grey day, I had

better Google these interesting phenomena and

start chasing this mystery - it might lift my spirit

 

Out of depression into a realm of bliss…

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https://www.livescience.com/28268-fairy-circle-mystery-solved.html

 “While studying the strange patterns, biologist Norbert Juergens of the University of Hamburg noticed that wherever he found the dirt patches (the barren centers inside fairy circles), he also found sand termites.

 The termite behavior provides an example of "ecosystem engineering," Juergens wrote in the Science paper. The insects appear to be feeding on the grass roots to create the characteristic rings, the study suggests. As to why the termites would create circular-shaped patches, Juergens doesn't say.

 "The paper is a useful addition to debating the origin of the fairy circles," chemist Yvette Naude of the University of Pretoria, South Africa, who was not involved in the study, told LiveScience in an email. But, Naude added, the study "does not address the key question as to what is the primary factor that causes sudden plant mortality, i.e. the birth of a fairy circle."

 The soil in fairy circles seems to be altered so that plants can't survive, whereas termites usually enrich soil, making it more hospitable to plants, she said.”