FREEDOM’S COMMON INGREDIENTS

FREEDOM’S COMMON INGREDIENTS

The most important ingredient common to the lives of  artists, inventors, scientists, and composers and those who follow  is Freedom.

Without this precious necessity we become redundant clones who will go to any lengths to gain the approval of society.

Solution:

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We Listen to the Birdies.

We Dance to the Music.

We Share the Newness.

We Accept the Day ; we create The Morrow

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We accept the Gift and we pass it on.

The Gift of Love is Freedom.

We pass it on.

Advertisements

Achieve or Acquire?

Motivate or Inspire?

Be or Do?

Affirmation or Discovery?

Achieve or Acquire?

Motivate or Inspire?

Be or Do?

 

Affirmation or Discovery?

Achieve or Acquire?

Motivate or Inspire?

Be or Do?

 

SOUNDS RIGHT TO ME: ATLAPIO

 

To fix the past or to fox the pissed, one forx the pests of the properly parsed.

Or…

One may Accept The Love And Pass It On.

ATLAPIO

TIME AS EXPERIENCED AND AS REMEMBERED

REMEMBERED

 

Time for all purposes is measured two ways; the way we experience it and the way we remember it.

If you find yourself complaining that life is going too fast as you age I’m guessing that you need to get our head out of Your Past and open Your Present.

Our minds when in use, think in Real Time just as they did during our first year as guests on Planet Earth as we crawled about looking for a way to rise to our feet and better understand our environment.

Fear drives us to reminisce in search of better times. We hope as we do so that somehow this will build us back up and supply us with a new vigor, increased courage, as aids to facing the problems which threaten our current feelings of safety.

We must stay in the present as much as possible.

This, not That.

This is where Life is.

This is the secret to staying young.

Lets live it.

Lets Accept The Love and Pass it on.

 

 

HAMBURGER HEAVEN

A friend of mine was dying. Ben was nervous. There was nothing left for him here on earth. A wealthy man, a religious man, he was nevertheless, frightened.

Another friend, not wealthy, but full of ideas,  spoke up.

“What do you think it will be like in Heaven, Ben?”

“I don’t know” replied the puny one, “St Peter at the gate, with God on a throne of puffy white clouds. Angels all around. What is your dream of the afterlife?”

“One day”, replied Fred “I will at the speed of light, suddenly notice that I know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything! I will remember every event from the first few minutes of the big bang as well as all events in the future. Nothing will be left to know and I  will be the sole repository of LOVE. When you start your day, assuming you are still alive, I am who you will be talking to in your morning prayers.”

“And who will I be after I die, assuming you died first and went to Heaven.”

“I will not have gone to heaven, I will BE heaven”.

“And who will I become?”

“Me.”

“Wow.”

I picked up the hamburger from my sick friends plate and took a bite.