Not a joke.

I am not into giving sage advise on my blogs.  There are at least 1000000 other wise people online to chose from, plus spituality and self help has billions of titles to bring you to perfect enlightenment!

My future..

One day at a time, but I do have some good things to look forwards to.  Not going to slack that much.  I like action, keeping busy, and keeping up with thongs.

So Smarco what are your thoughts on evil and the Devil ect in a nut shell.

Human's are not perfect and can do bad, even awful things is a fact.   Today people seem less moral indignation over stuff they might normally and the reason for that is complex and then people look at crime differently and define it weakly.  Some people even think the dark side of life: being destructive, and hurtful, is cool and the best way to deal with things, NOT!

The realm of spirituality was less in writing, and more based on the experience.

Egypt was forward thinking, but it did not appear that way to the rest of the Mediterranean.

Did the the Egyptians seperate "Reality" from the other "spiritual reality"? No. Rarely.

Humans were not seperate or alone from the universe, even death, which being sacred was, deeply connected to our short stay on this "place" which could change into a different place, a mystety of transformation.  It was not a follow a linear line experience, and expanding was hoped for.
The eternal was here, duality: not actually duel natured, evil being fairly outed through history, changes to return that maybe, not entirely missing, imperfect, yet a clear picture of ethics was there.

Something Here and not a precise definition.

There are winter bells

And colder places as well

Also dreams

And wishing wells.

To play the part

Winter is an art

To play with daffodils

Heaven can look like hell

Not really

Yet who knows anything?

Tea time and almost

Almost nude

Looking good in blue..

The video plays

The show is sweet

As new sweet shampoo.

Her dress is blue and cool

Nobody is a fool

Life especially.

On the interstellar boat of dreamscapes

I SILENTLY CAME INSIDE A GIANT OCTOPUS CLOAK

THERE WERE SPACE SEEDS IN THESE DREAMS

FALLING INTO BLAZING TRAILS OF LIGHT

BEAUTY

I AM SURPRISED BY A MAGICAL PARIDISE

FREEDOM

BELIEVE ME I CAN FLY

THE GROWTH OF IDEAS TRANFORMS THR EARTH

PASSIONS TAKE COLORFUL ACTIONS

THE DOOR RIPS OPEN

SEE THE CHANGES

SEE THE CHEESE.

The big memory of 2014 was living in Oakland with one of Oaklands main characters.

The man was African American and was once an owner and head chef of a soul food resturaunt.  He knew slave spiritual songs and was amazing at improvisation.  He wore colorful manly clothes, had a good laugh and could put on a mean stare.  He lived life zestfully and was popular with women.  His shoes were as bright red as his motorcycle.  For me he was the best of Alameda County.  Really quite a character.  I hope you are well.

without Chaucer, Shakespeare, and Milton where would the novel be today?

Hang a copy of this on your wall.

LOVE THE ART WITHIN YOURSELF

NOT YOURSELF WITHIN YOUR ART