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I will simply ask you all once again not to use this site to ‘sell- your- wares’. There are more than enough sites you can tap to do this without interfering with this one. It is a simple request. and I simply ask that you observe its simplicity.

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Okay– Okay—I know you are all just ‘bubbling-over-with-gitty’ for still another resolve to a question you must have ‘pursed-behind-your-lips’ . . .

CAN I LEAP OVER TALL BUILDINGS IN A A SINGLE BOUND?

Answer: Firstly, There is no need for anyOne of you to ‘in’form a’me’ with the fact that I momentarily switched out super heroes on you, I Am quite aware of the turn-over.

Secondly, I Am, in fact, able to accomplish this feat, as well as the others amazing feats I have shared into resolve (on prior occasion and communication). So it was that I was able to prove into this latest feat-accomplishment just this past weekend at LegoLand, located in San Diego, California, where mySelf (and a few of my rather small-versioned amigos) hurdled over several of the rather tall designed buildings,. . . which were simply begging us to perform our ‘bounding skills’ to overcome the resolve of our crazed desire to do just that (leap over tall buildings in a single bound, that is).

Thirdly, I Am here to caution everyOne of you in all such further attempts in decision (on your part) to dare into the feat so described above. For it appears — actually ‘they’ appear- – (the Park’s policing force, that is) to restrain and further admonish anyOne, who dares to prove into their super-human qualities and/or attributional characteristics. BE FOREWARNED!!!

However . . . One may also take into mind and savor-to-resolve the mastication of . . . What does the term ‘building’ really-really-truly hold in weight and/or poetic verse?

Let us examine this ‘I’dea a bit further . . .

“Able to leap over tall buildings in a single bound . . .” Hmmmmmm…

Sounds impossible, huh?

“All things are possible wherein God (I actually prefer the word Existence) is concerned.” Hmmmmmm . . .

Okay . . . If that is the case (and I just so happen to sense that this is the case) . . . there is one really BIG problem: I have absolutely nooooo inclination to ‘believe’ in any one of the many culturally-contrived-constructions of GOD, who seems to appear and further assume the leading role appearances in every single dramatic field of that so described as Religion. Yikes!!!

Naturally, this resolve demands further mentation . . .

A building is an edifice . . . an edifice is further defined in terms which suggests that ‘it’ is not only large (which could be taken as ‘tall’), but ‘it’ also assumes an extremely imposing appearance (that must mean it is really BIG)!

Well . . . I do not know about you . . . BUT . . . when I put together the equation LARGE and EXTREMELY IMPOSING . . . it ‘sounds-like’ Catholicism to a’me’.

I would imagine (and I do not particularly like to enter into this ‘field-of-dreams’ without first taking every precaution necessary upon ‘entrance-unto-exit’), that the ‘edifice’ you may have entertained in mind may have very well taken on a different definitional quality (contingent and dependant upon what belief system may have been imposed upon your ‘being-experience’ by you loving—but imposing—parents . . . as well . . . extended familial tie-downs).

Somehow (for reasons Known) it seemed necessary that you become like your parents (whether you like it or not). I ‘see’ parents in terms of being the ‘keepers’. And . . . it was their job (and design) to ‘keep’ you exactly where they wanted you to be ‘kept’ until you decide to the otherwise (if, in fact, you play into a new decision regarding how you chose to ‘see’ yourSelf)

So PLEASE!!! Do not judge their resolve to do with you as they were designed to do. Look at it this way . . . If you are still alive and thriving, LOVE and appreciation is all you can offer them for the where you have arrived upon NOW. I did not say you had to ‘like’ them . . . but LOVE them, that is a given (whether you Understand it or not).

A BUILDING – AN EDIFICE – THAT WHICH STANDS FAR-REACHING WITH, NOT ONLY, AN EXTREMELY IMPOSING APPEARANCE, BUT AN EXTREMELY IMPOSING CHARACTER . . .

Hmmmmmmmm . . . Let us ‘see’ what fits into this categorical descriptive cubby-hole . . .

Catholicism, Buddism, Protestantism, Hinduism, Paganism, Santanism, Stupidism, Armstrongism, Theosophism . . . whew! Let us just narrow it down to all religious beliefs—otherwise I Am going to be ‘-ismed’ to death.

Then . . . (as if that is not enough) . . . there is Republicanism, Communism, Democraticism, Oligarchysim, Corporatism, Dictatorialism . . . (“ENOUGH WITH THE ‘–ISMS’, ALREADY!!! CAN YOU MAKE IT A BIT MORE CLEAR!”)

Okay—Okay– . . . Is there any thing other than BELIEF-ISM that stands up to the terms of ‘far-reaching with an extremely imposing appearance?

NO . . . THERE IS NOT!

So . . .if you can rise ‘over-and-above’ all such beliefs . . . you can truly say as I can say: I CAN DO THAT TOO! (that is to say, “Leap over tall buildings in a single bound!”)

Another burning question that I Am (quite certain) you are just all dying to ask . . . . but, just have not got to it as of yet is as follows:

CAN I RAISE ‘PEEP-HOLES’ FROM THE DEAD?

Answer: It appears that I can do this very thing because I have (indeed!) observed having got a rise out of some of you.

Now . . . you do Understand . . . raising ‘peep-holes’ from the dead is wholly (if not, holy) contingent upon how you are deciding to define the term ‘dead’.
If you are ‘under-the-impression’ and speaking of the ‘dead’ in terms of the body . . . I Am sorry to have to disappoint you, but I Am not a mechanic. I Am simply a carpenter,

No . . . really . . . I Am.

It is a weird state of affairs (if not totally bizarre) how many attributional characteristics and commonalities I share with that ‘age-old-long-haired-hippie-looking-rebel’, that goes by the name Jesus. Although I Am not black, as he was, we certainly share a lot of really neat stuff.

I already mentioned the carpenter thingy . . .
Then there is the factual appearances of a ‘me’: aged-old, long haired, hippie-looking, and most definitely rebellious.

But Wait! There’s More! For an additional two cents of you time, I will proceed with even more surprising comparisons that will not cost you a single penny more.

Jesus was a teacher . . . And I AM a teacher. (Although I Am not certain if he ever taught at an Elementary School, of if it was his decision to only provide ‘I’nstruction at the Universe-city level.) I, for One, have taught at both, especially due to the Cause of my Mission employment opportunity I recently left behind to attend to the Universe-city duties.

Fortunately, now I only work in the Higher Levels of what it means to be Educated . . .

But . . . as EveryTeacher would very much dare to admit: “Omigod!!! I can’t believe how much work I have to put into my ‘in’struction these days in order to get a simple rise out of my students. They are so filled with the worms of lethargy, like lemures. It’s pathetic! Moreover, I feel absolutely exhausted from so much (it seems) wasted effort to bring them into the fold. But . . . then hey! . . That’s what I do – teach.” (If you don’t believe me, ask your teacher for an honest response to what it ‘feels’ like being a teacher these days, and especially in the Un-United Blue and Red States of America since the inception of NCLB).

I sympathize with all teachers. So much so . . . that I would even dare to say the same thing as they are saying. (So I will:)

“Oh my I God!!! I cannot believe how much work I have to put into my ‘I’nstruction these days in order to get a simple rise out of these ‘peep-holes’. They are so filled with the worms of lethargy, like lemures. It’s pathetic! Moreover, I feel absolutely exhausted from so much (it seems) wasted effort to bring them into the fold. But . . . then hey! . . That’s what I do – teach.”

Looking back . . . waaaaay back . . .you can tell– just by imagining all those angry crowd scenes– that Jesus must have encountered an equitable dilemma with the processes of his own ‘I’structional Cause. Whew! It’s dangerous out there!

And . . . you must Understand: Teaching is just not all that fun or rewarding right now. But . . . you do it because you Love It, and if you did not LOVE IT, Teachers would not happen anymore.

Now . . . back to the comparisons . . . Jesus wore sandals (as I sometimes do), but I figure that this sandal thing of his was primarily due to the fact that NIKE had not as yet ‘found its footing’. Therefore, even though it is not an exact comparison; Whereas, Jesus was Jewish, I Am merely Shoe-ish (due to the fact that I currently own several pairs of shoes).

Jesus loved wine, and I absolutely savor the ‘fermented-squeeze-of-grapes’.

‘Peep-holes’ talked about, gossiped, bullied, threw insults, judged, were outraged, felt maliciousness toward, caused injury, tormented, harassed, and complained about Jesus, and I can (truthfully, say) I have been through all of this and more. (Pretty cool so far, hey?)

But . . . here’s the real topper: Jesus made his ‘claim-to-fame’ talking about the exact same stuff I Am talking about! NOW . . . isn’t that just serendipitously wild!
Which . . . brings us back to the discussion . . .

I said (to reiterate): If you are ‘under-the-impression’ and speaking of the ‘dead’ in terms of the body (you remember . . . the bringing back of the dead thingy), then I would be forced to admit I cannot accomplish such a feat, for the forespoken reason, being – I Am not a mechanic.

However . . . If we were to speak of ‘raising the dead’ in terms of raising the Self ‘free-and-clear’ ‘up-and-away-from’ all the processes of entrapment and entanglement, which requires One to loose itself from all the highly-processed and duly-culturally-conditioned identifications weighting It in a downward-going ‘in’volvement with all ‘that-which-matters’ . . .

Well . . . I can do that too!

Every single entry on this site is a work in progress . . . a one time read will never be big enough for you to catch still more . . . ‘I’ will add to each post with pleasure . . . Or remove from a post with yawning delight . . . Or leave what is as it is.

If questions from you . . . perhaps some suggestions will come your way in the formula of comments . . . or tucked deep in the design of that which you already decided: finished.

It is no longer mine to do as you do (I finished those Lessons–learning well) . . . Now, you know!

That is to say . . . You simply must keep on looking to discover the ‘something’ which all of you are, in fact, all looking to discover. Whether you will find ‘THAT’ tucked in all the words I intend to spread upon this screen (souly for your benefit) . . . well . . . it could just be that perhaps you will benefit elsewhere . . .

Now for the answer of a second well-asked question:

CAN I WALK ON WATER?

Answer: Absolutely and without a doubt given the proper conditions, I will (indeed!) appear as if I am walking on water.

Now you may further ask: What, exactly, are the conditions?

I will, most certainly, take the following opportunity to address your concerns.

The following conditions must be present in order for anyOne to accomplish these appearances: The water may be no deeper that 4.623cm to-39.26mm. The sun must be at a varying degree angle to catch the reflection of the beautiful sky rising overhead. The sand underneath the waters within which anyOne will be required to complete a pre-selected and pre-calculated number of ‘sufficient-steps-of-proof’ shall be exacted at a depth reading approximately 4.623cm-39.26mm-33.22mm., and it (both water and sand) must be free of all floating debris.

NOW . . . I am not exactly certain of these calculations (although I did work ‘into-the-Night’ to gather their calculative measure souly for your benefit. BUT . . . if there is any question as to their exactness (any question at all) please contact one of the many Hollywood Studios in sunny Cal-ee-for-nee-ah for a further address of this resolve.

In further address to this question: If walking on Water is knowing how to rise above an ‘INCESSANT-STREAM-OF-THOUGHT’ remaining untouched as they ebb and flow in the violence of rising tides or those which speak for calm . . . I can do THAT to o. . . and without getting wet, soggy, or drowning under their scourge!

NOW . . .to answer one of only some of your questions . . .

CAN I TURN WATER INTO WINE?

Answer: Why should I bother, when the Napa Valley Distillaries do it so much better than what I could possibly hope to accomplish.

However . . . can I take the ‘fruit of the vine’ . . . carefully add just the ‘right ingredients’ in their measured proportions (this depending upon the ‘wine’s being targeted for production, and which includes both suitability and specificity) . . . arrange for the ‘prime-and-proper’ conditions . . . and just the appropriate measure of time such that ‘watered-down-happiness’ (which is subject to sour, spoil and go rancid) is transmuted into the ‘Wine-of-Pure-Joy’ (which Is ‘I’mmutable) . . . YES! I CAN DO THAT!

But . . . here’s the problem:

How many ‘peep-holes’ does it take to change a ‘Light’ bulb?

(Sing along with the Jeapordy Theme): da-dem-da-dum-da-dem-da . . . da-dem-da-dem-dip-da-diddle-dum . . . . da-dem-da-dum-da-dem-da . . . dip-ta-de-da-da-dem-da . . . Times Up!

Do you give up?

It only takes One . . . but, that ‘grape’ has really got to want the change!

Please . . . I beg you . . . stop with this incessant need of yours requiring a refinement of that which I have chosen to Communicate.

First and foremost, such comments only serve to display the retardation, which stands behind their voice. If you knew any better (which, at present, you have not got a clue) you would Understand that the only ‘refining’ that needs be accomplished is to observe the Lessons of Life and the Cause behind their resolve.

Do you truly believe that the gramatical and syntactical arrangement of words is going to create the provisions of your requisite needs and further serve to their resolve?

I think not, because I Know better than to get hung up on such insignificant features designed to share ‘a something’ which (indeed!) is being Communicated. So, please, stop with the ignorance. I would like to Know I am being read and discussed by a something more than fools!

Biting . . .Yes! And . . . there is a reason for having to bite (and hard). For many of you have become so completely dulled and so thoroughly polluted by emersing yourSelfs into so much stupid, that to be bitten appears the only resolve to shock you into a ‘something’ else.

Insofar as my styles and abilites to ‘Scribe-The Seeing’ . . . I do the best I can with the archaic tools with which I AM expected to work . . . namely words contained within a language, which is rarely used for anything of value and/or worth anymore and which further attests to the Reality which thrives in these most darkened days.

Life, Itself, and One’s full participation as Witness to its Cause is the only refinition worth seeking. So . . . do as you please . . . but I will not be held accountable for the refinment of which you speak . . . and so desperately seek. That is Yours –not Mine– (the refinement, that is) and . . . it is Yours alone to bring forth into fruition.

I AM merely Guide.

Solicitiously . . . things ‘are-a-thinking-a-me’ . . . .

Presently, there proceeds within my being a ‘process-of-complete-remorse’ for that which is being currently done to the beautiful innocense of the children.

And . . . although (at a ‘once-upon-a-time’ period) I had once assumed the ‘being-duties’ of that which you call ‘Teacher’ (and treasured the experiencing with Love and no reget). . . it appears–for certain–that I happenstanced upon a different place in Time to discover that all that I once held near-and-dear was lost into the fleeting ethers when the grand politicized drums came pounding.

At first . . . I came to notice the small (but shifty) changes being brought about by all the noises sounding from the political pulpits of those who ‘say-they-care’. But . . . a ‘care’ of re-election is truly all I ever heard. And . . . the two-faces of a politician are always clear in view for those who truly ‘see’.

Gradually . . . THAT, which was once so cherished became so tortured and abused that I could barely ‘see’ the valuable I had once ‘seen’ into its Cause. And . . .I was forced to ask the question: Why?

But . . . whenever I dared to ask this question (throughout this entired Life), all I heard re-sounding was: Because THAT’S THE WAY IT IS.

Of course, my only response to this most mechanical-reactive-reply (as if, I only had to push a button) could only be resolved within my ‘being experiencing’ in a totally formless ‘Ohmmmmmmm’. (But . . . that’s ‘THE WAY IT IS’ insofar as I AM concerned)

But . . . the ‘drums’ continued beating (only louder) this time. So loud had they become that all the wonderful (if not spell-binding) creative arts were thrown out and cleared of the rooms where we all once learned and played. And . . . this was due to all the ‘violent vibrations’ of the ‘drums’ shaking the Cause of ‘sand-castles’ and the spirits of tiny hands once designed to pat them down. For this new Cause was (indeed) an entirely different ‘game’.

And (once again). . . I was forced to ask the question: Why?

But . . .when the answer came back as the same (THIS-IS-JUST-THE-WAY-IT-IS!) . . . I noticed ‘a something’ flicker.

Louder and Louder the ‘drums’ did bang until everything that once held a ‘me’ interested in my ‘being-duties’ of that which you call ‘Teacher’, were no longer to be found (not in mySelf, not in the teacheredSelf, but especially not in the childrenSelf).

The ‘little Ones’ had given up their crayons, and their paste, and their stars, and their popcicle sticks, and their sprinklies, and their clay, and their cartwheels, and their somersaults, and their song, and (the very worst of all) . . . I saw them beginning to give up their laughter.

And . . . the flame began to dim.

Now . . . the reason behind all this ‘giving up’ appeared to be (No! It Was!) a proficiency test score on a State initiated test! Holy Machined Reality!

“Look!” “Look!” “Mommy! Daddy!” “Look what I made!” “An 83%!” “Can we tape this onto the refrigerator!” “. . . along with all of my other proficient leveled scores?” “Wow!”

And mommie said . . . “Aren’t they beautiful!” “Soon we will have a whole data bank to archive all your precious years you spent testing throughout the entirety of your well-spent Elementary School Days!”

And daddy said . . . “Let’s all go out and do something special to celebrate!”

And little Susie said . . . “I know! I Know! Let’s all go out and take another test!”

And . . . then, I noticed . . . the flame had gone out.

Currently . . . there proceeds within my being a ‘process-of-complete-remorse’ for that which is being done to beautiful and innocense children. And . . . an ache is ‘felt’ within my ‘being-experiencing’.

For truly . . . instead of bringing out the wonderment and the joy and the very Cause and Fruit of Being Manifest, the beautiful and innocense is being processed through a very powerful conditioning ‘tool’ , which simply continues to churn up and spit out the ‘new-and-improved-models’ of ‘the human machine’, who (by the way and thanks to the present adoption forcing the agenda of all the incessant testing) not only have all the right answers, but the corrected ones as well.

And from this . . . you are expecting a bright future?

It always amazes me . . . all the things ‘peep-holes’ do . . . all the semblences of Reality they tend to fall for . . .

And . . . for no greater purpose than to sustain and further maintain the egoic substances, which rule and empower the unconscious domain.

‘Peep-holes’ do (indeed) have an ingrown tendency to feed the self-agrandizement of the intellectualized ignorance, designed to pull the thick veils and weighty curtains between the Self and That which simply Is.

Powerful? Indeed! In fact, so powerful do these illusions dance and play before the perceptual ‘peep-holed’ grid, that one would have to ‘give-up-everything-thought-as-known’ to slip behind the staging without the proper credentials before being wrestled to the dirt for attempting to do so.

There is no question with regards to ‘THAT’ . . .

And yet . . . I find it so utterly amazing . . . with all the pure deceit and blatant lies rising clearly before your very eyes . . . that everyone is not questioning the illusions they are currently supporting.

And . . . how does one know the difference between this illusion and that illusion and THAT which is really Real? Suffice it to say, that if you are (in any way) engaged in the nonsense of negative emotions, you will never be ‘free-to-see’ past the ‘scabs’, which hold their grip on your ‘capacity-to-see’ THAT, which does make a great difference for all who have ‘seen’.

Архитектур writes with clarity: Хорошего без плохого не бывает – даже школьнику на каникулы дают задание. – Ч. Лэм ( Translation: Good without the poor it does not occur – they give task even schoolboy to the vacations. – [Ch]. [Lem ).

And my response to such genius . . . Brilliant!!!

For indeed, without the poor the wealthy would not have a clue as to what to do with all of their excesses.

And . . . let it be known . . . The wealthy have always required the impoverished (usually colored-skins) ‘to-relieve-and-reprieve-those-confounded-egos’ from the gluttonous heaps of jewels and gold within which they remain nested (lest the ego catches a glimpse of the Self in glittering reflection of its sin (unconsciousness).

And . . . quite right . . . they give task to the schoolboy on vacation to keep his mind entrapped in their processes to keep themselves assured . . . that directy upon the schoolboy’s return . . . with ‘ring-in-nose’ intact . . . they can quickly (and most systemically) wrestle the schoolboy’s dreams free from his grasp, and lead him (braying) down the path of their conditioning. EEEkkk!

Enlightening . . . huh?