b70 (5.30-1.2013): death/life/death/life/death

death/life/death/life/death [1]
by dead o. r. alive
 

from the moment born, until the final gasp of breath

brother, be forewarned, your future:

death/life/death

 

every morning sunrise

every evening (set)

every day: a chance to meet with those of whom you’ve never met

every thought: a path to future pleasure/future pain

every-thing (again, again, again, again, again)

 

so here you are: a tiny interplanetary being

so here you are, apart: but yet a-part of everything

so here you are: a sister/brother/parent/husband/wife

so here you are:

death/life/death/life/death/life

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·       there is no way (that we know of) to escape death.

 

·       have you ever wondered if the same is true for life?

 

·       in other words, what if the Spirit-world requires us to incarnate?  are there Spirit-essences, sitting around (enjoying their Spiritual experiences), who are destined to ‘die’ into physical form – and who experience subsequent ‘birth’ on ‘planets’ in a Uni-Verse?

 

wwwwhaaaaaaaat????

 

·       what if G∞d recycles?   what if the death/life/death/life/death/life experience is a part of the fabric of Is-ness?  what if it’s none of our business?

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[1] martineau, l. (5.30-1.2013). death/life/death/life/death. book 70: re-View. © by wellnesseducation.us 

b77 (3.3-1.2013): the ghost in the machine

the ghost in the machine [i]
by eye i. I
 
holographic Universe
micro-scopic Dream
in it, people wonder why we’re here and what it means
in it, only memories of what we’ve touched and seen
in it, maybe wIe are just the ghost in the machine
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• wave forms of the present pass through receptors that provide us with the sense experience of space and time (touch, smell, hearing, sight, taste, and intuition). 

• intuition is akin to a sixth-sense that integrates all of the sense-able, sense-ory information that an individual is able to assimilate, in the present Now moment. 

• as wIe appear to pass from one dream-world to the next, our previous dreams tend to fade away, leaving us with the newer Dream and the newer ‘memories’.  the new Dream (of course) comes complete with some type of stimulation or drama. 

• this is why nobody’s world, anywhere/anytime is devoid of complications, challenges, and ‘good/bad’ scenarios.  there is no Perfect, Bliss-full world, b/c such an existence would be boring. 

 
 
 

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[i] martino, j. (3.3-1.2013). the ghost in the machine. book 71: lao j. onitram © 2013 by wellnesseducation.us. 

b72 (2.6-1.2013) endings or beginnings?

endings or beginnings?

by b. e. ginning

endings or beginnings (what's the message that we send)?

maybe it's the Same (here in this game of let's pretend)

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* let's pretend is a game that allows us to imagine that we are experiencing a different world than the real world.

* what if our (start/stop, good/bad) life (on planet earth) is deeply embedded in the game, while the Real World sits back in Co-experiential Harmony? 

* could a game of beginnings and endings exist within a Larger  framework that doesn't end when the game is over? 

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written during book 72: re-view.

b77 (1/17/2013): dead sparrow

dead sparrow [1]
by al i. veforever
 

i picked-up a dead sparrow
i swear i saw her move
i think that (maybe) sparrow had a little more to prove
 
she turned her head and looked at me, with softness in her eyes
and then she held my hand (so tight); so gentle, yet so wise
 
and with a look of sadness… (i wanted her to stay)
i opened up my heart (i smiled)
i let her fly away
 
and with a look of sadness (we all wanted her to stay)
we opened up our hearts (we smiled)
we waved goodbye, today

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* at donna’s house, small birds are sometimes attacked by a hawk, and the fleeing birds have been known to fly into the kitchen window -- in an effort to escape.   we heard the familiar ‘thump’ on the window, and several family members saw the hawk leave its prey on the snow-covered deck, just in front of the sliding-glass door.
 
* this particular sparrow appeared to be lying there, lifeless in the snow, so we decided to leave her there… essentially allowing the hawk to come back and have “nature, take its course.”
 
* but something strange happened.  after what seemed like 15-20 minutes of lying, face-down in the snow, i thought that i saw her move!   …so i went outside and cupped her into my hands.
 
* she (almost immediately) sprang to life, but instead of trying to fly, she clutched onto my hand with her tiny little claws.  we took a few photos, and then brought her into the house so that tom could attempt to revive her.  he went to get a box, and the plan was to let her slowly regain some sense of control. 

i brought her over to dad, and he, visibly moved, 

petted her head, lovingly... as if he was re-membering his wife (r.i.p. jo) 

who left this planet just a few days prior: 

waaaaaaaay too soon.  

she (this re-incarnation, this sparrow) seemed to get stronger!

 
* and when tom brought the box, and when i tried to lower her into it, she would not let go.   she was determined, powerful, and unyielding.  one might say, "jo-esque."
 
* donna could sense that this bird was ready to fly, and she mentioned something about the challenges associated with birds, flying around (inside of the house), so i walked outside, with bird in hand.
 
* with family looking on in suspended disbelief, our (apparently) dead sparrow took on New Life... and flew away.
 
 
 
 

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[1] martino, joal. (1.17-1.2013). dead sparrow. book 77: re-view. © 2013 by joal martino. 

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