catazone

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  • catazone

    I believe that nature, once it realizes through pupil realization, operates via a conscious relationship. Having given birth, only a kindest amount of a lessor light is implimented. Said as so guides ever so gently all things through every path of least resistance to a higher vista, where eyes do see. I say lessor light because I don't believe nature would use the human concept of darkness as an intellegent means to this end. Darkness has not nor never did shine into the light, so forget about any concept of a jealous or vengeful god. We in our inversion state carry enough junk and have inflicted enough self dammage. In the moment alone rests all things necessary to carry the torch in harmony with the manifestation of all things possible. Needs be I see that truth in appreciable otherness, that I see, even if not by sight, nothing less than the best. Light does recognise light, so in this light we may turn left Right, thus what is Left is right, and low, we cannot make a wrong turn.

    15 Ago 2009 Responder

Conóceme

Fall falling felled! I am a little child growing emotionally. Wounded, lost face... and the cardinal cause was not understood.

My first clue: I was cleaning a Childs pee spot at Department of Human Services. Responding quickly I impressed "Rapid Rita." She walked fast and was walking right toward me while on my knees. That setting keyed in a hard core shameful; toxic panic attack. Devistated, like always when I should be upbeat or joyful, I was confounded. I could smell the dish soap! Insight to the sleeping dragon, I could not understand this extra stepping stone. Aftyer many years of spiritual exercises to help- me withdraw fromn th eworld, I felt a connection of the apex event. I said to myself: "Self go fetch the memory." Then I tried to shake the damnation off hoping no one noticed my abomination. Not having even a clue about what had overwhelmed me, the memory was compartmentalized and not in mindful memoric focus. Pandora's Box started its process of opening and I knew from serikous studies and confounded counciling times times minding minds remind mind you. Our computer mind in a best cooperation as I cooperated the memory event became as clear as my mind and heart was open. This is an account of the shaping causations that gave me hope and a future. How could anything be more cherished. In time I almost graduated from Angelo State University. I was on the Dean's and Chancelor's list. I had a horizontal educationasl aspprise with many majors and minors. I was awarded The Laurets Scholorship on Anthrolophy and archeology in China. I was given beyond fondest imagings and was to dig for tericata at the burial sight of the great emperior and it was at the Great Wal of China and was to visit the hidden city Beijeng! I was awarded many Poet of Merit awards, and was nominated Poet of the Year for three years in a row. I was invited to Washington DC,, Las egas, Reno, Soho, NYC, Florenz, Italia, for th eUN sponcered art event tp promote world peacve using my art as a weapon against ignorance and a tool for cross-cultural appreciation. I was even given three scholorshipos to gop in person and receive numerous awrds and opportunities. Kay Rochele, a real psychic wrote me agasin and agin to try and help me prepare and fulfill these redemptions. I fell for a Nigerian scam that was based on real events I saw on TV. I asked my then wife to pray for gainful vesting. Mindset, "Half measures avaid us nothing."

The Attorney General had not yet warned of the influx opf scaMS OUTSIDE THE fbiS JURIOSDICTION. I DID EVERYTHING WRONG RIGHT. Success fopr me was getting out of prison, graduating from San Angelo Central HIgh, going beyond a Blue Belt in Tase Kwon Do with personal trainer/ friends running Meadows Tae Kwon Do, and traditional training at Nam's TKD. At that point in my life I had read "Roger Rabit", Sidartha, and just enough to not fail again. I felled second grade and had grim determination to get school fakery behind me. My shame inversions near dopminated my every move. Thus "my extra stepping stones to find a different kind of truth". Started before the first school bell, second day, first grade. Wild like Children, Douglas attacks, my boundary initiaton destroyed and no connection with th eintyeragations and dozens opf spankings. I did not cry fopr them and saiod the same truth every questioning, They in grim determination to get me to confress to wrong doing. If I knew the word "shit" and I were corrupted I would most likely lied. I was raised better than that. I am grateful for my parents and every extended family members. The concept of Greg went under the self-esteem bushel. I felt the school staff had no right to be that crazy. I did not correlate telling Douglas " Stop it or I will SIT on you!" as a terrible criminal-like act. He was hurting me and the pain was intense and shocking over and over. As soon as I set a healthy boundary standing up for myself a girl, perhaps Douglas' sister ran into the school shocked at what I said and told Mrs. Walls, perhaps Douglas' mother and maybe the Principals husband. It had the illusion of a curse as "it" started keying in as unknown unhealed Post Tramatic Stress Disorder. A Disorder linked in an astromically generalized toxic shame for being me, a mesh a mask I couldn't hide. Important interactive opportunities: flesh to flesh, breath to breath mind to mind started more and more powerful shutdowns. Trying to hide what I could not understand, an impossibility as my predispositional poison. I had a knee jerk reaction to shut down my likability. This snowballing blindness that dis-validated most or all of my normal healthy social milestones and interpersonal actualization blocked by a deep autonomic anomoly that slept in perceived safe places. As it grew I could not explain nor comprehend the apprehension waking via association. I was so confounded I in grade four would study other first grade wonder children to see if they or many loist their face, there smile. Naturalistic observation from day one to day one a year later. I would not forget something this observation. Their second year, my fifth, I waited until the observation point was at the same place time, the first day of school. I chararaterized THE FIRST GRADERS AS ENTHUSED. In a ditto under the same conditions a year later I was witness to a stastically significant loss of vitality, thrift, and social open-nes. I needed to know if others fell victim to loosing the most important traits in my then belief system. Yes, a drop in energy, vitality, awareness, cheerfulness, and more. I did not have comprehension, only compassion. Panic attacks in elementary school! I had little to no natural understanding pointing me to conform so I deviated in the name of protesting in my perception of evil live. Everything that takes breath are our emotional equals and I guess "The Cold War" stresses of those early formative years that would lock in and if the emotional development was arrested, the chains were invisible, the
hardest to break. I went to prison three times and it seemed the system perpetuated a hard, demanding, ruthless, population of those of the single moon one sun, the third rocking war world. Plug and play paranoia ploys and tinker toys. Music is my drug and I can sing and dance, its whats happening my brain unwrapppening. Today I do not know if I will ever not say never, but I am willing to copperate with natures bounty and goal of beauty with perfect defects designed for another chapter poised in push and
pull abalance. Today I have hope that my doctor will not disenable my need to see clearly and be really real ready to raise rising arose. I am an INternational Poet of Merit and am adept at artistically manifest multi-media. Traditional hand drawing nothing as best I can taking all symetries to cemetaries, then upload onto the desktop where alphabets of unforseen symetrical imagery flourishes. I chose to see myself as the perfect failure, unable to do anything wrong. I like no mistakes mindful of mysteries only extra stepping stones unveil.Theres no place like the perfect placing of your you in present time exceptional. For every pain
there is if seen the rainbow rain. Faith in nature ask to first unmask and as you would see from a clock tockless come unto yourself from that totality of love coming aleady now, an infinitely aware timeless you in the "I Am" linked to any timeline dilemma, personal up close perfect in your preflection. YOur truths can never be taken away. To believe a lie is better than not believing the truth. Better to set you bet a guilty hominid free than to lock up the innocent.I hide out in present time intent to resonate and experience the emotional health that could take me into normalacy. I have used drugs often to atler me enough so that my hidden demon would not waken while walking perhaps to another failure, an illusion called love.I believe in compassion and started reading AFTER 1976. I was 19 years old! I was super-add and today I benefit from Klonipin and Dexadrine. They undam the damn dams and let frozen energy flow as my speech comphresion and understanding becomes more and more realized. Emotions are only as real as they feel. I created in reactive modes paths saught, the unreal routes. My imaginings watered a self-
fulfiling fall, a fall with only an echo calling wall. My initial illusion: people are real because they act crazy no mater what time it is, and time is not real, it only seems real, because it never stops to act crazy to you. My perception of society in my mind was wasted.Predisposed to planet blue: See you can't help but be you! And most importantly, thank you for being you true.
This incubated two years while respecting the void ideally unannoid so the replacement was above my old misperceptions. Example: I live in an egg and safety abound. I beleive there is no life beyond birth. A crack, a blinding light, tension tight! What happened to my night and yellow joy? Thinking rays beaming true I can see and I can be. It is not illegal to be me:)
To explain it to my overwhelmed mother was never resolved. After being so loud crying it was seconds before my mouth was blocked. I lost all faith in school benevolence even trying to burn the school down with no means to create fire, but did do it in effigy. The associative link standing up for myself and setting boundaries was just not there to develop, thus I became so
injured That when I graduated from High School anyone wanting to validate our experience by signing my yearbook and my defense instinct became the hideous with the terrible second day misinterpretationof the first grade to my me and I had no insight or causation. She apparently told them I waws going to shit on Douglas. I did not know the taboo word, so I was questioned and
spanked over and over and became totally unable to cry enough for healing so the event went into hiding right under the surface of my every social interaction and I had no idea of any cause north of nothing. Cogin Elementary School to shame introjections to the point that I have felt like it must be illegal to be me or even that I may be illegally awake! Those feelings offer no water to the
roots of my healthy social adjustment. In my half century quest to undo my second day of school undoing has been like a shadow of shame ever super-imposing my ability to have an acceptable interaction like spinning span spun how could my associative bank be spanked. I was interrogated and spanked repeatedly until after lunch. It and if it is important Future oriented optimism
relies and quests largely upon an apex where my me is solo and pseudo. The face value me is conditioned to not accept acceptance. I most dearly want to accept acceptance throwd on my early childhood development. In my half century quest for peace in my chest, yes that sacred center where the east meets the west the best. Forces: introjects vs self-manifesting imaginings, regardless of qualitative value based on our conglomerate belief systems and experiences both life-enhancing or destructive reaction replays with only different wallpaper. Because my there and then is socially toxic and hideous my only
becourse is to hide out in present time and once lifted I will know exactly what not to do. I destine using loss and association to create an enlivening meaningful map so goal seeking respecting the void un-annoid knowing natures bounty, joy and renewal where the replacement crew in the midst of you is you dipping down in the kindest amount of a lessor light until we learn
the lesson right. becomes the enheartening path to where we have always bee, we had only forgotten, indestructibly. and drive to let go of wish want and why way highways. hope. I wish to take un-wasted steps away from pain, then toward pleasure. Ideally, If I were to develop a healthy happy meaningful existence it would go against near every impulse, memory, and emotional baggage
as real as it feels only. The day I imagine Goal oriented pole star positioning I require a place to hide out, in present time; a postage-paid palace were every there and then added up with math unmisled create the very composition of this here now Powwow, There ans then cannot add up in any other way except in our default mode op that is if you are sure! direction that has minimum counter measures. My mistakes must be realized and defined so that the red flags that preclude unfulfilling actions can have an intervention. I have to become aware of the causations at work and alter them enough to change the outcome. Changing reactive unconscious paths that have led to illusion and loss must be redefined and filed away so that associations create a way to predict the outcomes. Only when unresolved influences are no longer in the mix of the moment does awareness increase. I first need a healthy memory. My default human conditioning may have shaped my reactions to life challenges. A red flag association bank becomes my best tool to know when responding to altered patterns will be replaced, will move away from pain. Now a edirected turn away from what does not work must be followed by a life course adjustment, one in harmony with meaningful direction where a future is believed in, a direction driven by hope, a relationship with life, with happiness. Mindfulness is the response window where another thing in life that helps me navigate through the feelings of failure that come up as I still have not given up any of my goals towards a more lucid meaningful relationship with my environments. It has been exciting and devastating. Exciting when I am internet enabled and the various events I engage with raise my self-esteem, though I claim to hide out in present time I do think about the many opportunities that have been set in my path. Only in a continuous mode of trying do I feel a refuge from reacting to things that can and do indeed create a void that I like to think is respected. A void only there for something more meaningful to nest in, that I may respond to, and nurture. During the times I near-practiced unconditional high regard I came into hideous insights. It is most likely that it is not so much a rational wager to believe that I can see otherness as nothing less that the best. In that mindset I have found that first I have to look though my own imperfect life lenses thus leaving many of my emotions in the mix while relating to life without an untainted view. I cannot see my own blind spots much less what the blind do see. My hope and future is on the line, it is in every bell and whistle. Faith is causation above present creation. Resisting resistance seems only to toss another log in the fire. My blind spots are assuredly seen and colored by those I encounter. My ideal self would try and see nothing less than the best and still not see what causations are at work in the continuous weave of our collective mesh. My reality self will reach my destiny as has been said "in every path I take to
avoid it". So in practicing physically or even mentally I will wish you good eyesight, eyesight that is rooted above present creation. This update seems to characterize the hope I have in toleration, in understanding, in healing. And with hope we can consciously know being a bit kinder may be the smallest little thing to redeem the greatest liberation. Hope is our hearts voice, the future is our hearts choice. Our future is only more benevolent when we can believe in ourselves as being true to ourselves first by who we are over what we do over what we have. I felt a higher ground when I read what the Dali Lama said upon his prison release for so long in China, "Why can't we be just a bit kinder!" Only in present time do we have a best inclination to always create who we are with what we do with what we have. And as MLK said "It is always the right time to do the right thing!" Every little thing matters according to intent, and when our original intent is true to self it is easy to plant an acorn seed and even if by thought word or
deed good intent alone works, when we realize our ever stronger relation with all that is real and true in every renewed hope grounded in our goodness, in our future. So on this note, I must believe in you. The many illusions have linked us together. And I do hope to see no hidden agendas that have brought me to this typery for my future is on the line. These are my thoughts,
they have been in my face until I now face up to my role in how time reveals all things with nothing valid but that "all things will come to fruition.” If I have gained from a seemingly wicked series of lessons on the lesser light of material loss of property, it is easy to say I haven't "seen" a material manifesto EXCEPT this present pleasant presence and most assuredly I only wish to debunk the junk inert in delusional deeds. Sometimes it seems the cards of my life are caught up in a new shuffle. Today is the first time in quite a while that I have been delivered from the rift raft enough to find this opportunity to update on how I have been. I hope things in your life are becoming more predictable and meaningful. Hope and a future.... Envision the best!

(older writing)

This morinig I have been caught up in a more constant application of staying in present time where my most real connection with false-fiction is enabled mainly to incubate a more transparent framework where people are real. Using words I like to create less reactivity and more responsiveness. Once lifted and initiated into muse I find natures reality checks still uncompromising. I need to engage openness toward the present birthing pangs shaping the atmosphere within my home. Strange forces are activating a lot of eustress raising my emotional relationship with myself as I seek stability with a new house guest. My guest happens to be very
challenging for me. Perhaps nature has him in a crisses state to communicate to us both our need to meaningfully define a life direction for without navigating fated routes to destiny an impact awaits as potentially destructive as to damn the river of life flow with a dam...a double dam! My life direction is at best supported through my faith in apocalyptic awakenings ever so eagar
to re-enable our highest good in various array already lifting us in this time of great destiny long incubation even if it is activated in lowest dispare or kindest amount of a lessor light to key in the ever-on-going bounty unbound setting us everhere in this boyant moment conducive to undamn the dam as soon as wish want and why ways are ungrasped unbent unforced. To grab bend and
force is to denigh a higher place where eyes do see. Old world sight is the illusion base where false fictions have had us more or less collectively cast into a felled and forged follow of the fall where man turns against man, against nature, against himself.
Presently the inertia of events in our every social mesh, like mine(going going gone) where residual old self habitual operates in felled paths of least resistance; but better you bet now as is we are in awe having joyful intent. I have had moments of rememberance and this undefinable experience is evernow ready shifting into this new day dawning flowering with opportunities
already embedded as every fiber of tangency is post-liberated and clearly abundant as a river of ever-so-near oceans. Dharma needs this contrast to help us come to terms with a keen responsible empowerment. I process shift from envisioning the most hideous failures and powerlessness in this ongoing continous mode of trying to reframing timely evens as my dharma thusly glad to envision success on-tap and in full as my future oriented optimism is availed to respect the void and awaken with a foothold found unlost despite the illusive collage of dots in the darkness need not even be debunked--for indeed darkness, a misled word born in the micro-man dreaming is thus no more following another fall.Correlation does not imply causation. Seeing less than the best does not nor never did have any reality other than the false fictions seen now are jarring us awake as we flow in the bounty
abundant flowering a really real clarity realized like a near forgotten dream of faith and no fear. We do hear and see above the toxins of time. We do like to think nature wishes to express through every path forming this ongoing syncron of least resistance… as we let go becoming the ongoing development of a new day of dawning friendship where frontstage fabrications don’t
transpose to backstage bondage. Self, SELF! What did I say? Well ug: Before is was, cuz, you do turn left right and lo what is left is right and you...Self! PAY ATTENSION! ...can't make a wrong turn. Yes that is correct and thus there are no mistakes only extra stepping stones to a more incubate truth!We welcome the Third Rock Delusion Crew! See in the Key of: CATAZONE2020

Hope and a Future
By Gregory S. Edwards
Future oriented optimism relies and rests on hope. I then like to take un-wasted steps away from pain and then toward pleasure. Ideally, I develop a healthy happy meaningful existence. Goal oriented pole star positioning requires a direction that has minimum counter measures. My mistakes must be realized and defined so that the red flags that preclude unfulfilling actions can have an intervention. I have to become aware of the causations at work and alter them enough to change the outcome. Changing reactive unconscious paths that have led to illusion and loss must be redefined and filed away so that associations create a way to predict the outcomes. Only when unresolved influences are no longer in the mix of the moment does awareness increase. I first need a healthy memory. My default human conditioning may have shaped my reactions to life challenges. A red flag association bank becomes my best tool to know when responding to altered patterns will be replaced, will move away from pain. Now a redirected turn away from what does not work must be followed by a life course adjustment, one in harmony with meaningful direction where a future is believed in, a direction driven by hope, a relationship with life, with happiness. Mindfulness is the response window where another thing in life that helps me navigate through the feelings of failure that come up as I still have not given up any of my goals towards a more lucid meaningful relationship with my environments. It has been exciting and devastating. Exciting when I am internet enabled and the various events I engage with raise my self-esteem, though I claim to hide out in present time I do think about the many opportunities that have been set in my path. Only in a continuous mode of trying do I feel a refuge from reacting to things that can and do indeed create a void that I like to think is respected. A void only there for something more meaningful to nest in, that I may respond to, and nurture. During the times I near-practiced unconditional high regard I came into hideous insights. It is most likely that it is not so much a rational wager to believe that I can see otherness as nothing less that the best. In that mindset I have found that first I have to look though my own imperfect life lenses thus leaving many of my emotions in the mix while relating to life without an untainted view. I cannot see my own blind spots much less what the blind do see. My hope and future is on the line, it is in every bell and whistle. Faith is causation above present creation. Resisting resistance seems only to toss another log in the fire. My blind spots are assuredly seen and colored by those I encounter. My ideal self would try and see nothing less than the best and still not see what causations are at work in the continuous weave of our collective mesh. My reality self will reach my destiny as has been said "in every path I take to avoid it". So in practicing physically or even mentally I will wish you good eyesight, eyesight that is rooted above present creation. This update seems to characterize the hope I have in toleration, in understanding, in healing. And with hope we can consciously know being a bit kinder may be the smallest little thing to redeem the greatest liberation. Hope is our hearts voice, the future is our hearts choice. Our future is only more benevolent when we can believe in ourselves as being true to ourselves first by who we are over what we do over what we have. I felt a higher ground when I read what the Dali Lama said upon his prison release for so long in China, "Why can't we be just a bit kinder!" Only in present time do we have a best inclination to always create who we are with what we do with what we have. And as MLK said "It is always the right time to do the right thing!" Every little thing matters according to intent, and when our original intent is true to self it is easy to plant an acorn seed and even if by thought word or deed good intent alone works, when we realize our ever stronger relation with all that is real and true in every renewed hope grounded in our goodness, in our future. So on this note, I must believe in you. The many illusions have linked us together. And I do hope to see no hidden agendas that have brought me to this typery for my future is on the line. These are my thoughts, they have been in my face until I now face up to my role in how time reveals all things with nothing valid but that "all things will come to fruition.” If I have gained from a seemingly wicked series of lessons on the lesser light of material loss of property, it is easy to say I haven't "seen" a material manifesto EXCEPT this present pleasant presence and most assuredly I only wish to debunk the junk inert in delusional deeds. Sometimes it seems the cards of my life are caught up in a new shuffle. Today is the first time in quite a while that I have been delivered from the rift raft enough to find this opportunity to update on how I have been. I hope things in your life are becoming more predictable and meaningful. Hope and a future.... Envision the best!

older writing:

This morinig I have been caught up in a more constant application of staying in present time where my most real connection with false-fiction is enabled mainly to incubate a more transparent framework where people are real. Using words I like to create less reactivity and more responsiveness. Once lifted and initiated into muse I find natures reality checks still uncompromising. I need to engage openness toward the present birthing pangs shaping the atmosphere within my home. Strange forces are activating a lot of eustress raising my emotional relationship with myself as I seek stability with a new house guest. My guest happens to be very challenging for me. Perhaps nature has him in a crisses state to communicate to us both our need to meaningfully define a life direction for without navigating fated routes to destiny an impact awaits as potentially destructive as to damn the river of life flow with a dam...a double dam!

My life direction is at best supported through my faith in apocalyptic awakenings ever so eagar to re-enable our highest good in various array already lifting us in this time of great destiny long incubation even if it is activated in lowest dispare or kindest amount of a lessor light to key in the ever-on-going bounty unbound setting us everhere in this boyant moment conducive to undamn the dam as soon as wish want and why ways are ungrasped unbent unforced. To grab bend and force is to denigh a higher place where eyes do see. Old world sight is the illusion base where false fictions have had us more or less collectively cast into a felled and forged follow of the fall where man turns against man, against nature, against himself.

Presently the inertia of events in our every social mesh, like mine(going going gone) where residual old self habitual operates in felled paths of least resistance; but better you bet now as is we are in awe having joyful intent. I have had moments of rememberance and this undefinable experience is evernow ready shifting into this new day dawning flowering with opportunities already embedded as every fiber of tangency is post-liberated and clearly abundant as a river of ever-so-near oceans. Dharma needs this contrast to help us come to terms with a keen responsible empowerment. I process shift from envisioning the most hideous failures and powerlessness in this ongoing continous mode of trying to reframing timely evens as my dharma thusly glad to envision success on-tap and in full as my future oriented optimism is availed to respect the void and awaken with a foothold found unlost despite the illusive collage of dots in the darkness need not even be debunked--for indeed darkness, a misled word born in the micro-man dreaming is thus no more following another fall.

Correlation does not imply causation. Seeing less than the best does not nor never did have any reality other than the false fictions seen now are jarring us awake as we flow in the bounty abundant flowering a really real clarity realized like a near forgotten dream of faith and no fear. We do hear and see above the toxins of time. We do like to think nature wishes to express through every path forming this ongoing syncron of least resistance… as we let go becoming the ongoing development of a new day of dawning friendship where frontstage fabrications don’t transpose to backstage bondage. Self, SELF! What did I say? Well ug: Before is was, cuz, you do turn left right and lo what is left is right and you...Self! PAY ATTENSION! ...can't make a wrong turn. Yes that is correct and thus there are no mistakes only extra stepping stones to a more incubate truth!

We welcome the Third Rock Delusion Crew!
greg
keyword: CATAZONE

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