Running Marathons

If, as other animals, we had to be in incredible shape to survive... do you think you should be in such great shape as much as in... always ready, at a moment's notice, to run a marathon?

My instinct says that is true and it amazes me what an organized mass of human beings can accomplish, much yet seemingly quite easily survive.

I once was fast like lightning and enjoyed sprinting in my youth. The distance runner I never was. I am under doctor orders to not run ;( ...not even on a treadmill. My spine and I shan't say more.

I am 48 and have a few of fiends that run marathons. My hat's off to you. I quit smoking after 20 years and anyone that says it does no damage is a complete idiotic moron! I may break those doctor's orders, as I am still rebellious and just want to have great aerobic exercise.

Introduce the bicycle, and my life starts to cycle back again, if I am lucky 96.

I'd quite like that, and a run or two, and to go to space... A few times if I don't just outright move.

And as I listen to Bowie and think as just as nutty as ever I wonder... if I could become my spirit manifest within the net like Tron, would I ???... and shed this failing vessel I drag along in a complete act?

Am I not already a projection of sorts? Just energy and light? Matter? Spacetime. Am I just data illuminated across many planes?

Does an animal, other then a human being, think anything like this at all? Look what we have done just organized even while still often slovenly. What we can achieve as a potential is amazing and perhaps incalculable however possible if we all are for just a moment in spiritual unison realizing we are all each another at different places in spacetime. Our spirit truly one.

What would you do if you found yourself in a movie theatre, realizing you had just watched your entire life you thought real?

What animals without human help live a fantastic and un-threatened existence while fat and out of shape like us? None I can think of. Not even close, but happy as can be as animals typically are.

Life, just marathons of light across spacetime, and we, just strange alien observers spinning along. Why are we even here?

1.618

The sacred geometry to a spiral galaxy but what of another type? Think of that over an Oreo Double Stuffed! Sugar, it does a brain good !!!

Evaporative Thoughts of Reality from Illusion

Friends, like life, totally illusory.

The past and future also not at all real just like this and every or any other instant.

Projected illusion.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holographic_principle

So now think about those supposed gravitational waves proposed by Einstein and finally proven when first detected 101 years later in 2016.

So is that black hole fake? That galaxy over there?? By language and scientific definition yes, but by the fact that we quantify them, what?

Since childhood and from seemingly nowhere of experience a thought came from with created seemingly elsewhere about us being delicate and just a piece of dust in balance elsewhere, best we be careful and steadfast. When nearly dying from asthma you have deep everlasting thought that transcends time. I am certain I am not anywhere near alone. 

Then these feelings. How real is feeling? Experience? Light and shadows and across something of varying thickness so projected.

Can we quantify attributes of projections and have projections across spacetime that appear to the observer somewhere within to possibly be happening slowly in some dimensions?

Is it indeed shadow and light this beautiful gift we reside in?

But I am who I am, so it must be real! And who is this voice that thinks and resides with me?

He is also he who I project just as in the universe I reside and where my DNA is the very light and the shadow of what is perceived as life today itself.

Then this RNA, like a microfiche decoder puts it all once again into play, a show projected for all to see, and one day the lights all must go out, every show indeed has an end.

Got to just adore Leonard Susskind's story. What a hell of a projection. Not just a stupid plumber !!! Stereotypes!!!

And upon this stage of now, this moment, with a black backdrop behind as a horizon of dusk, I bow in my dying days coming ever now quicker and I depart to cross the stratosphere and then into deep outer space and even further as I escape across the ether in an instant on a light beam to a long awaited reunion with so many... so it seems.

So it all seems.

The Machine Body - An Oration

Butter, cream, and vanilla bean,
All flavors divine, flavors that renew,
Coconut, banana, and papaya y mango,
Tropical essences taste buds dancing with health so true.

Greek yogurt oh how you I adore,
Just some raisins cinnamon and sugar,
Or kiwi and raspberry and fresh blueberry too, probiotics a friend to the immune system enzymes at work.

Kale and strawberries cut with water and some stevia, freshly reblended again now with ginger. Add two oranges and taste the splendor, healing nutrients now are rendered.

Alongside mechanisms, these probiotics I mention again, like little nanotechnology sub programs, they enable other chemical reactions to take place as facilitators and instructors alike.

Without these existing as in far too many people today, an immune system does not exist or is repressed because it dies bot have in the body the raw materials otherwise to mend the body, ourselves, the collective organism of countless organisms ourselves all under our own management, to a degree.

Then cook some broccoli with beef and carrot and ginger and fresh turmeric. Use a light hoisin sauce at the end to marry all the inhabitants in the dish. Go heavy on the veggies and light in the beef and reconsider what is proper balance.

Utilize energy to heal or to get ill. Utilize energy to heal the body or to further break down and waste extra fuel and store as fat which takes a lot if work or to process and excrete which also takes a lot of work.

Be the animal inside ready to be light and run and eat well with respect and when so able and always thankful to above for the bounty, remember it is about anything but the self. Healing comes from others.

The plant I consume says where I am ill so I listen in peace and concentrate on imperfect harmonies that need attention, this body older now a skeletal cacophony. This meat I consume I ask for it to empower and heal and thank you for the life so taken now offered that I may eat.

The fat is essential but intricate and difficult to both carry and breakdown. The fat is to consume lightly and carry less of unless nature otherwise dictates.

The body as a Machine has a very specific life span, just study telomeres and calculate out a life of any human under perfect conditions and you know the high end of that range.

As a Machine we wear and without renewal become old and without updates maybe even obsolete to run the same old software. Part of our programing is to multiply and evolve leaving not too many old behind. Enough old though to carry a culture and a generation forward to not repeat mistakes.

Our body is not made to process so much food, for we should be sleek and athletic like a deer. In their world fat is an instant death sentence. Why are we not more in touch with how out of balance we have become and why do we consider ourselves so above Sodom and Gomorrah?

Our bodies are resilient but cannot be forgiving forever. If you get into or close to your fifth decade and have had some mishaps well it gets pretty damn tough. Stick around long enough and you have stories that are hard to believe. Try watching o practice moderation and safety in everything you do. Every single action.

The Seed

Your mission is that you are a seed with a mission.

How would you program your own life if you could and what message would you carry and what purpose would you like to have and what traits to hone these skills, your craft?

What would it take to activate some of your programming that would make you even more effective immediately? Perhaps just these very precise and exact words for your thoughts.

How would you look ahead, and what tools would you utilize to maneuver safely forward while cruising over these waves and riffs of spacetime?

What do you envision in your episode of life and what would be a graceful or worthwhile ending? You get one try to make this a great show.

Would you like your program to self terminate or run again with corrections and adjustments?

Would you like to be able to view any moment from the past that you wanted anytime you desired once you leave "The Seed"?

If you could be any seed at all what would you be? A particle? A dog? An amoeba? A virus? A stone? A comet? And how would you travel?

What do you see?

What's On My Mind? - A Short Story of Dynamic Truth

So facebook asks...

What's on my mind?  

I've been doing a lot of deep thinking lately and so really there's a lot on my mind. The funny thing is the place where the people are acting out the most as if earth shattering things are happening are really volunteering at the same place I am where our work is absolutely the least most significant in this world and therefore there are much greater things up on my mind then these things which I find rather entertaining but what else would one expect from a theatre. So there's lots of fuel for future art and that was all I really ever wanted was to share making art with other artists and so we do some in the shadows and some and of the light but all friends to me. Plan to all friends to me forever as all of my artist friends always have been and always will be. Perhaps someone funny recollection I can share is when one artist friend thought it was hysterical and stated that she could not believe how much we all could accomplish, this group of artists, this group of pure narcissist. Let me just tell you I've never heard a room of such evil laughter, and the funniest thing is it's hard to tell who was laughing from their heart and soul and he was just really acting. What is an actor? What is art? I like to write from there for many of these words may be totally made up and fantasy and the beautiful thing is is that they are the catalyst to your imagination so what fantasy did you see from how you know me vs what is really going on in my life today. It's really fun just to imagine. Write something interesting that draws the reader in and take them on an adventure away for just a moment so that you can let them know that you care enough to give them a moments away from stress so that the mind of May 8th and we all make it a little laughter in the end and enjoy the show. What a really beautiful and great show that I could think of no better way than to spend it with you each. Love

The laugh is voice recognition above unedited.

The Lease - A Short Story from the "What This Hill Breeds", CreepaBilly Production Studio Series - Based On Someones Reality

The CreepaBilly Production Studios short story series growing in size every day... Don't forget money for the flowers on the graves.

The theatre was atop Irons Mountain. It was a cold dark wicked place almost always in black and white. I always left me with an eerie feeling. But I always had to go back to that theatre because there was real magic inside and everyone could feel it.

The place use to be a church and we converted it into this beautiful theatre... But... It had this peculiar lingering ... Feeling... Like it was a person or had a soul. The theatre got inside of you. It changed you and it changed people.

The theatre members and volunteers and that oh, so distinguished and snoopy snobby board of directors. Should that be capitalized? This is all about capitalizing baby !!!

Well, this story is about that meds strike through edit that mess not meds...lol... of well to do dreamers artistic good wanna be's.

Hey you,... Let me fukkin' introduce myself... It's "rokkinroll" where I come from to my peeps bitches but itz MOBIUSTRIPZ all CAPS if yo real and n my face but I don't know ya yet! On social media I don't know ya and i m not too tech savvy either... You understand that shit... Right???? Right???

And so a lease in balance weighs,
while former board members play, acts from an improvised play, they started just yesterday.

I quit, fuck you, I quit, documented now on social media, itz live fucking legit. I hope that got your attention, that's why I quit, two artist friends struggle, artistic life begins while another quits. He only quit not to be outdid, my mentor little smarty pants he hit his head. What bickering and bantering back and forth elephant talk and MobiusTripz and space dog and Rocky and James and Bri and salad all distracted not how is my friend he fell and got hurt the other night and no one will answer and think we are in some sort of fight or power struggle. All somewhat flattering and tragic too and this the man I adore who offered me such deeper artistic life... Oh fucking what and fucking why? This art we weave a mess a web then depart we must we leave. Oh yeah but how is he? How is he? Does anyone stop to even think at 69 and what a fall oh how is he?

...and so a lease in balance weighs to be negotiated while the actors play like children. I quit, me too, nanny, nanny, boo boo. More money requested and music not legit, makes more money then anything else in town when well promoted, get use to it. It's not a slap in the face to our beloved theatre or acting as it's own art, it's about changes in culture and cycles once ended that again start. Music is wanted live all over and so are actors again too and so is entertainment and we are on this great cusp where the artist will finally also make a fair and decent living because if demand once again for this craft. Let's together mend this broken marketplace and stop the infighting at once that only exists by social media proliferation and not one bit in reality. Reality... Lets get back to that where sometimes you have to be dramatic to draw attention to quick change and letting a process so evolve... often sacrificing the self. The money shall come, it shall come. Now behave like adults, yes adults... At least for just an hour at the meetings. Bored meetings. I am no longer a Board Member but rather just a bored member at bored meetings... my passion stolen away theatrically, we now all bow. Vote yes for raising those higher so requested entitled fees and with all due respect please do renew the lease.

So how is he? So how is he?
Please oh please, renew the lease,
Wicked games, we weave deceive,
I'm peeved really fucking peeved,
In theatre where is that line between
Fantasy and reality, and how is he? How is he? The fall was real and this can wait?
I would sue the theatre? No concern just hate?

What's the truth and the real concern and who are the actors and what's the mission and where is the theatre and when is intermission? Did you pay attention behind the shadows and your friends his better friends indeed all the lies the weaved, and weaved, and weaved, and weaved.... Echoing fading out....

It's time to get your lawyer on but I already trumped your ass because i got your lawyer before you got him yourself you hanging from a string little bitch !!!

I am an actor and I can weave like a super star to any where I ever need or would want to be, I know you see, the same wicked quick sharp ass photographic shit like me, I controlled you to get to this place now real in destiny. While you plainly look up ahead to see, what fantasy do you think I will have waiting for you, what would you like to upon your departure so leave?

I answered that once so very long ago and when I think someone of my time wants to play Charade's, I will not hesitate to envision many dances across their soon to be resting place, their grave.

Waste not a moment to soon shall be taken.

I Almost Posted This - A Cryptic Short Story of the Day

I thought after Mother passed away and I toughened up that I would be done with crying. 

What so little a young boy knows, who lost his Mother, and now the real pain of manhood gets to reign in. A good gut kicking once a day to get my attention as well as try to keep me down.  

With one friend, we will wield our words as weapons, these surgical strikes, as friends betrayed, yet face to face and alongside one another such perfect frienemies.  Social media and the power of misunderstanding. It makes you wonder who would throw such intentional lobs.

Perhaps both hurting and beat down and with loss in death of each a friend. 

The drama is in the theatre, the drama is in the theatre, and who should pull such strings across these wicked webs we weave? 

I am stepping off of this place for 48,

so I can have my time alone to heal and concentrate,

on the things in life like God and family,

and the so many things so dear to me. 

Be well and love.