Cultivating attitudes-A new parable of sowing

In case you aren't familiar with Jesus' parable of the sower of the seeds (Matthew 13:1-23):
³Then he told them many things in parables, saying: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. ⁴As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. ⁵Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. ⁶But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. ⁷Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. ⁸Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. ⁹He who has ears, let him hear."

Even though I snorted at the thought of gardening, I must make a retraction of that hubris. The reason is my perception of an acknowledgment, if not an acceptance of the feral impulses of reactions to the sensory stimulation of their environment. With that view, each person is their own specie of particular sensitivity with its own code. Allowing that codes expression to have its space, similar to a plant's sprout breaking through the ground out into the air. That is the gardening of patience you approach each person-even trans-specie communication. Like a gardener, your facilitating the conditions for the atmospherics to enable encourage the blossoming of the expression.

O' Icon for Passion

You are beyond mere sentimentality. Let others flatter you with high-minded words of admiration and infatuation. Just let me have the feel of your vitality undulating in its heated warmth next to my body, as I feel the sweat of your exertion lubricating my imagination, as well as the lessening friction as we slide up against each other. (Though you ARE most worthy of those fond affections of your admirers). Nothing short of stripping you to your nakedness and opening those thick thighs to expose the dripping nectar of your cunt waiting to feel the penetration of my flesh stabbing itself up into your snatch and hitting the underside of your belly as the walls of that pussy of yours tightens in rapture and celebration to the feel rubbing inside of it and creating the rocking of your hips as you swing them to the dance of that hard, stiff penetration, and you arch your back to bend the angle of my ramming cock's collisions into that box whose walls are being battered to tatters as you feel the surge of electricity tingling up through your crotch and hips and your spine, numbing you. Plus you moving those pert lips to my insertions of desire that would plunder you to your depths so you can escatically sense the physical feel of the warmth and the vitality of your being in its most aroused, physical energies of compulsive stimulation as you exert your body to release the feelings and conceptions from our bodies' skin and inner viscera rubbing together in a celebratory grasping and clutching of a sensuous abstraction now in the carnal intimacy of our hands, teeth, lips, legs, as well as those excited blood-bloated organs and glands that are screaming out their energies to our thirsty-mouthed dryness, and muscle-cramping soreness from squeezing every bit of the juice of passion and desire from these rare moments of opportunity to fully express what words are poor and impotent carriers of.

It is in the feel of our strenuousness excitement of physicality celebrating this gift of proximity away from abstractions and projections but in the moment of our satiated hunger and consummated, fanciful masturbations we are together in the timelessness of this moment. In having this special time we reaffirm that existential marker within ourselves of the potential we have for that special person and those special moment of exquisite sublimity.

From OpEdNews article, 'What price is 'White' for Europe'

OpEdNews article, 'What price is 'White' for Europe' : It is funny how history repeats itself. When the European colonists of yore sought to enrich themselves at the expense of other sovereign nations and indigenous peoples, no thought was... given to the disruption of the invaded cultures or their identity, nor were any of the conquered peoples afforded any of the rights enjoyed by well armed military and settlers that plundered with impunity. Karma is such a b*tch.

Narrative of our depths

Our own circumstances and shared environment are a reflection, ALSO, of the in-articulated and the partially articulated angst in our subconscious and conscious, respectively. Until we seek to articulate our OWN empirical narrative, we are pawns of others' agendas.

Into the Breech...

The Latin, 'occupo moment'-'seize the moment' is your primary guide. Most of us live in the past, third or second person, or the speculative future. We do this because we are beholden to externals as the determinant of 'who we are'. We are centered by others' reaction than for who we are. When we take accountability and authority for ourselves and not through some intermediary, such as our biological or 'heavenly' authority figure as the reason (excuse) for your action, then you'll have ONLY yourself and the present as your meaning for BE-ing.

Channeling the Metaphysics: A Visitation

We are conduits for mental and physical consciousness. Our bodies are the vessel-portals for realities to incarnate and manifest their autonomous imperatives in this world beyond our being their host-voluntary or involuntary. We become the coincidental recipient of the substance of their paradigms as their presence move in the physical and metaphysical dimensions of this temporality.

The mind of our brain facilitates by its associative capacities the forms of stimuli that we receive, consciously and subconsciously, to fabricate the connections of our awareness between our carnal life and the metaphysical states that surround us.

Impressions from "The McVeigh Tapes" on Rachel Maddow

The consequences of being the pawn and subject of fate, rather than the director and author of fate: The medium controls the message.

The unmentioned aspect of the 'Tapes': McVeigh is the mercenary product of the military "warrior killing ethos". He was the extrapolated product of justified dehumanization for a 'greater authority'. His vileness was MORE than a personal foible. It was a fabrication of his cultural experience of over-indulged obsessiveness given an impersonal, secular training and a hyperbolic,temporal context.

“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it”

Winston Churchill quotes (British Orator, Author and Prime Minister during World War II. 1874-1965)

Victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is a (bastard) orphan.
John F. Kennedy