Category Archives: Freedom

DIFFERENT CLIMES FOR DIFFERENT TIMES

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FREE FOR ALL

 

CURIO:          You sure are quiet; what’s on your mind, Crazio?

PSYCHO:    Who are you to be calling me Crazio, Foolio?

CURIO:       You  changed the subject Quiet One. What’s going on?

PSYCHO:  I’m researching the other America. What’s youR reason?

CURIO:       Me? I’m looking North.

PSYCHO:   North? It’s cold up there. We need to learn Portuguese.

CURIO:       And what about DOGMAN and BLONDIE?

PSYCHO:   Who?

 

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VENGEANCE W10 PART THREE

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VENGEANCE W10 PART THREE

Yesterday and the day before, Window 10 has been blocking me from using the Microsoft button. Yesterday I told you that I had installed AOL in the hopes that this would always make it possible to post, though I wondered if that was wise. Today my password was rendered useless forcing me to use Firefox. What, I wonder will tomorrow bring?

FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

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FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

 

LOVE

(when accepted from Its Source)

IS,

(as I see it)

the process of restoration.

LOVE

(when accepted from Its Source)

IS

the process of healing.

LOVE IS outbound.

LOVE IS

about BEING.

 

DOING is the work of BACK SCRATCHERS

DOING BETTER is the    BACK SCRATCHERS improvement process

DOING BETTER is not healing, though it promises to be.

The promise of Approval is eventually destructive.

I prefer FREEDOM

The feeling of BEING FREE

IS

(for me)

enough.

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Lee Broom

 

 

COMMON INGREDIENT

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The ingredient common to the lives of  artists, inventors, scientists, and composers  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.

Escape to Reality

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I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

 

I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.
(I don’t speak Spanish.)

It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.

None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with giant carnivorous ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of shaggy mastodons.

There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak these languages either.

When the film was over I understood the entire thing. It might as well have been in English. It didn’t matter. The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 

 Have you ever been in a relationship with someone with whom…

You share a common language? However…

You speak in different tongues?

You would have known what that movie was about.

Yes, really.

But about real life..?

With a real person…?

With not-so-real biases…?

The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

 

LANCELOT, A FREE MAN

 

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Lancelot was a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and completely unknown to his otherwise intelligent self, was actually looking for one safe place in a very dangerous world.

Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot continued on his lifelong quest for Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying everything  and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey, until…

Lancelot discovered Camelot.

Thinking this to be the repository for the truth he thought he was seeking and inspired by the Love that he was discovering, Camelot appeared to Lancelot to be the goal which had been his for so very long.

“Yes”, said Lancelot “I want this”.

His acceptance however was an error of judgment. Yes, Camelot offered Knowledge and Love, but in order to be experienced, needed to be shared. He could remain in Camelot and share Love and absorb the Knowledge but this would be the end of his search. And such was his Revelation.

Camelot was a Stargate.

Camelot was not the goal after all, and understanding now, that the path he had taken which brought him to Camelot in the first place, need not stop at Camelot or at any other place; the Path was indeed where he needed to be and so Lancelot moved on.

Lancelot was now once again a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and somewhat more aware now, this reasonably intelligent man on the Path  was no longer seeking one safe place in a dangerous world.

Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot re-embarked on his lifelong path of Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying everything and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey.

Lancelot was a free man.