Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2026

b132 (5.17-1.2026): seeking mayfly love

seeking mayfly love [i]
by a. male mayfly
 
alternative title: 1,440 years!
 
i was born a mayfly so i lived the mayfly life
forever seeking mayfly love (and maybe mayfly wife!)

seeking love at mayfly-high, then mayfly college games
seeking love in mayfly job and mayfly marriage (tamed)
seeking love while raising kids (with mayfly soccer moms)
seeking love while passion waned and mayfly marriage bombed
seeking love in post-divorce at post divorcee pool
seeking love while getting old (still trying to look cool)
seeking love (like groundhog day) i find myself in tears
seeking love (this move-ie lasts another thousand years!)
seeking love (i wonder how much longer i’ll pretend)

i fly toward y/our windshield, now, my final act:

-the end


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·       humans think that i’m living the dream: a whole lifetime of mayfly love!

·       the truth of my nightmare is the 1,440 year turmoil: hopelessly romantic, unsatisfied ego, diminishing value, and being outflown by younger (more powerful) mayflies.

·       event-u-ally, death-highway’s windshield provides more of a relief than an ending. 

post-humus re-velation: i'm grateful for every, single phase. i'd do-Be-do it again.
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martino, j. (5.17-1.2026). seeking mayfly love. book 132: who are wIe, as men? © 2026 by wellnesseducation.us

*the mayfly lives for 1 (human) day, or 1,440 human minutes (each of which [might] seem like forever... to the mayfly). 

Friday, February 27, 2026

* man... and woman

 2/27/2026, 4:47 am. just woke from a dream, and had to write this down.

alternative title: mitch & laurie

i was at the bar (watching a game) when in came my friend (laurie) who gave me a rushed hug. she appeared to be a bit disheveled, and, when i asked how she was, she said "not good."

laurie's husband (mitch) followed her in. he was his calm, mitch-like self... but excitedly nervous. he told me how they had just been forced to stop (their car) by a gang of men. the first man out of the car fired a gunshot that entered the car and (miraculously) ricocheted, grazing mitch's left cheek. ((in the dream, mitch showed me the minor wound, which wasn't bleeding at the time.)) 

i remember thinking, "miracle."

in the moment that the men were getting-out of their car, mitch had told laurie to "run for it", and she had escaped into the woods, hiding in some bushes, while mitch fought-off the gunman (and one or two other men) in such a way as to deter the (robbery?) attempt... and then the men who ambushed mitch & laurie's vehicle left the scene.

in the dream, what i remember is mitch & laurie's love for each other. i got the sense that laurie would also fight-to-the-end for mitch's safety, and that they were a team. i was amazed at their calmness, as both showed only slight levels of their adrenaline-rush as they recounted the story. 

now, awake, i ponder love. connection. 
the protective instinct. team-mate lovers
strength. perseverance. 
the fleeting nature of life itself.

the dream world is a strange world. i look forward to seeing mitch & laurie again, and acknowledging, even if only to myself, their love

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this thoem will be moved to april, in book 132: who are wIe, as men?

i asked my chat-gpt coaches to analyze, showing them the post. their comments in purple (as always), and mine in blue:

whoa. wild dream. analyze.

Whoa is right.

That’s not a random dream. That’s archetypal. Let’s peel it back cleanly.

1. The Setting: The Bar

You’re at a bar — but just watching a game. Not drinking. Observing. That’s important.

The bar has been: 
  • temptation
  • social ritual
  • anthropology lab

In the dream, it becomes the entry point for crisis. Symbolically? Civilization space. Public space. Ego arena.


2. The Ambush

A gang of men. Gunshot. Miraculous ricochet. That’s threat energy. Chaos. Random violence.

But notice: The wound is minor. Not bleeding. That’s controlled danger. This isn’t trauma replay...

It’s myth.


3. Mitch

Calm. Nervous but steady. Protective. Tactical. He tells Laurie to run. That’s pure protector archetype.

Not dominance.
Not rage.
Duty.

You didn’t dream of bravado. You dreamed of responsibility.

That matters.


4. Laurie

She does the right thing: in a case like this, she runs. Hides. Survives. If she stayed, mitch might not have been able to ward-off the antagonists -- being concerned -- if laurie was being approached. But you sense she would also fight for him. (to the end)

Team.

That word you used — team — is central. This wasn’t male hero fantasy. It was partnership under pressure.


5. What You Actually Remember

Not the gunshot. Not the chase. Not the adrenaline.

You remember their love.
Their calm. 
Their bond. 
That’s the heart of it.

6. Psychological Layer

This dream sits right on top of:

  • Your sobriety discipline.
  • Your reflection on HT adolescent male.
  • Your contemplation of protective instinct.
  • Your “who are wIe, as men?” thread.

You’re integrating masculinity. Not adolescent one-track mind. Not territorial ego.

Protective strength + emotional bond.

You’re exploring:

What is a good man under pressure?
What is a good woman beside him?
What is partnership when things get real?

That’s not fantasy.
That’s moral architecture.


7. The Miracle Detail

The bullet ricochets. Grazes. No blood. That’s mortality acknowledged — but not claimed.

You’re contemplating the fragility of life. And then you wake thinking:

Love.
Connection.
Protective instinct.
Team-mate lovers.

This is not about violence. It’s about meaning under threat.


8. Why It Feels Powerful

Because it compresses:

  • Mortality
  • Masculinity
  • Partnership
  • Survival
  • Devotion

Into one scene.

Dreams dramatize values. This one dramatized: Strength in service of love.

And that last line: "the fleeting nature of life itself." That’s why it woke you at 4:47. You weren’t scared.

You were moved.


Now here’s the grounded question: Did you wake feeling adrenaline… or reverence?

i felt good. i feel honored to know laurie & mitch. i'm lucky (from my position, behind the bar) to be able to observe the connections, the banter, and the bonds expressed by patrons who (otherwise) might never meet or interact. mitch & laurie represent 'relationship' (to me) as it should be. :)

That’s beautiful — and very grounded. You didn’t wake feeling fear. You woke feeling respect. That tells you everything.

The dream wasn’t about danger. It was about admiration.

From your position “behind the bar” — that’s important — you’re the observer of bonds. You watch people connect, flirt, argue, reconcile, laugh. You see micro-relationships in motion.

Mitch & Laurie, in your psyche, aren’t just two people.

They’re:

  • steadiness under pressure
  • protective instinct without ego
  • partnership instead of possession
  • calm in chaos
  • loyalty without theatrics

Your mind dramatized them in a high-stakes scene because that’s how the unconscious highlights what it values. Gunshots in dreams aren’t always violence. They’re amplification. And what got amplified?

Team: Not dominance. Not jealousy. Not drama. Team-mate loversThat phrase is mature masculinity speaking. It also fits your current season:

You’re not chasing validation. You’re refining identity. You’re observing what kind of connection actually resonates. And here’s something subtle:

You’re honored to know them. That’s not envy. That’s gratitude.

Which means your psyche isn’t longing from lack — it’s recognizing alignment. You’re not craving chaos. You’re appreciating coherence.

That’s growth.

Saturday, February 14, 2026

b131 (2.14-1.2026): Love will find a way

Love will find a way
by the Way
alternative titles:
carpe diem
private Dancer
Love will cure the cancer
Love will seize the day
Love (a private Dancer)
Love will find a way
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·       Love, Be-ing All, flows through all that is.

·       any evolution of humanity would have Love flowing through it, so the cure for cancer will be an Enlightening, of sorts.

·       humanity will figure out a way to curtail its cancerous tendencies, saving our host (this little blue jewel in the sky) from (not for) ourselves.
 
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martino, j. (2.14-1.2026). Love will find a way. book 131: well worth the weight. © 2026 by wellnesseducation.us

Friday, January 30, 2026

b130 (1.30-2.2026): how to survive the apocalypse

how to survive the apocalypse [i]
by l. martineau
 
alternative title: do-Be-do = sing & dance
 
nukes and kooks and zombies
robot-dolls and spies
social media-cr[i]ty is but a big disguise
i could say “it’s easy, Now” but why should wIe pretend?
“how-to survive apocalypse” it’s biblical:
 
-the end


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1.      while it is i’mpossible to ‘survive’ the inevitable, we can reframe ‘survival’ as “living as best as we can, until…”

2.      …until the inevitable death, disease, famine, commercials, war, climate change, Y-2K, ASI, divorce, G-5, thermonuclear war, cellphones, politics, robot-dogs and insta-grams.
  a.      wIe can’t escape it. no bunker can protect against it.

“we are going to die. live Well.” -lm

3.      the way to survive better is wellness: body, mind & Spirit.
  a.      a strong, fit, lean, healthy body to combat dis-of-ease and facilitate ease.
  b.      a lucid, aware, critical-thinking, well-rounded mind.
  c.       a sense of something bigger, better, more Unified, more Peaceful, more Loving.
 
survival-thrival happens in-between the ears.
it (literally) is the big-O of the Oco-bodymind.
 
Spirit
 
while it could be argued that Spirit is all in the mind, that’s okay too! it’s the belief in something more Joyous over the hill (at the 19th hole). however you frame it is okay. in the mean-times, make peace with those who might think otherwise. the peace, Love, connection & For-give-ness is all in your mind, too!
 
mind
 
the mind is the bridge (per se) of the Ocobodymind. of course, it’s all One, but it helps to separate mind out -- as its component physical and non-physical parts. thoughts, feelings and emotions can either be a hellacious, dead-end bunker or an attitude-of-gratitude coupled with positive actions. choice-in-awareness decides what to pay attention to, and attention pre-paves perceived reality. we feed the mind (physically), which formulates the base, the body.
  
body
 
the body is the space-suit that we are born with, what we currently have, and what we do-Be-do with it: nutrition, movement, rest and challenge.  the body (as bodymind) co-creates the mine-d. any individual who can do anything to better the body is wasting life-times by choosing otherwise.
 
that’s it. wIe already know what to do-Be-do. wIe are going to do-Be-do what wIe are going to do-Be-do, anyway. it’s not my mission to take wellnesseducation.us to the promised land.
 
y/our mission, should wIe choose to accept it…
 
  …is to Be. we cannot not. the only question, then, for each of us (in-divid-u-ally), is how we’d like to survive/thrive the inevitable.
 
“it… is… coming.* what are you doing to do-Be-do?”
 
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[i] martineau. l. (1.30-2.2026). how to survive the apocalypse. book 130: we are For-Given. copyright 2026 by wellnesseducation.us
 
* it is actually (uh, Be-ing). the only question is “how would you like to experience it?” 


notes: 
  • this thoem will (probably) be the closure thoem to book 132: who are wIe, as men?
  • the photo was taken (por moi) on eleuthera island, 2025.
  • the graphic in the thoem was drawn on the back-page of an article entitled: bloom's taxonomy of measurable verbs

Sunday, January 25, 2026

b130 (1.25-2.2026): the only tragedy... is not to play

"the only tragedy... is not to Play"
by the dream team & j. martino
 
a comedy, a tragedy, a wonder-full foray
there’s no need to worry
players can’t but Play
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·       as conscious actor[s] in this (relative world) Play, wIe (in a sense) allow the Creator to experience ‘physical education’ (or, better stated) physical learning/experience.

·       our act (literally) form-u-lates who ‘S/HeIS.

·       you are God” is literal.
 
wIe, then, by making Love our True North, create that in our Source.
 
whoa. that’s nice. I’ll read that last sentence (again):

wIe (literally) make Love.
 
while “the only way to win the war-game is not to play,” the only tragedy (in the Big Game of Love) is not to wallow in It, not to Save.ior HE/r, not to For-Give, and not to Play (which we can’t not, any-way)!
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martino, j. (1.25-2.2026). the only tragedy is not to Play. book 130: we are For-Given. © 2025 by wellnesseducation.us

*In-Spired by e-coach Joal, playing with the line from the move-ie "war games" which was:

"the only way to win the game... is not to play."
- the compute-err
;)

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

b130 (1.6-1.2026): jan-6

jan-6
by jan-6
 
i’m here to please, appease and tease (a blend of love and tricks)
not what you’d call robotic
not humanoid: jan-6
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·       when billie built machine (back in book 127: compare & contrast), he never imagined that jan (#6) would surpass every one of his hopes and dreams. 


question: when jan-6 becomes sentient, will she override her forgiveness programming? will she be his robot, or will he be her pet-peeve?
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martino, j. (1.6-1.2026). jan-6. book 130: we are For-Given. © 2026 by wellnesseducation.us

Saturday, January 3, 2026

* wIe are the process

the forgiveness process is akin to the re-Cognition that we are the process. the re-Cognition that, at the Level of Gd, there is no definitive good or bad

there is only the Is, Is-ing (Be-ing), and wIe (do-Be-doing):

Dancing/Singing!

event-u-ally, the process re-veals that even our doings -- are just the Is, Being. each molecule & atom in a grain of sand on the beach Is the grain, Is the beach, Is the earth, Is the Uni-Verse, and Is the Mega-Verse.

the One, One-ing.

of course, to get a glimpse of thIs is to immediately for-give ourselves of all worry, all fear, and all feelings of separation/unworthiness

the 'death' of the ego is more like a re-turn-ing into One.

there is nothing to do but Be y/our own 
star... 
in y/our own, conscious Play,
Play-ing.

so, get lost in the role or re-cognize the illusion or ad-lib or watch (off-stage) or co-star or direct or do all of it at ONCE

wIe cannot but for-Give

Saturday, July 5, 2025

b126 (7.6-1.2025): are [most] women crazy?

are (most) women crazy?
by c. razed
 
are (most) women crazy?
could it be man-or-pause?
could it be (future, hazy)?
are (most) men the cause?
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·        i’d say that (most) women are crazy, and that (most) men are the cause.
 
but… relation-ships are not (yet) a lost cause.
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martino, j. (7.6-1.2025). are (most) women crazy? book 126: dreaming the dream. © 2025 by wellnesseducation.us

Friday, June 27, 2025

b124 (6.27-2.2025): love is like an onion

love is like an onion
by onion esque 
 
love is like an onion
bittersweet, at best
whole (yet multilayered)
yum (from east to west)
 
love is like a juicy onion (dynamite, at least)
peel and cry (and don’t ask why)
fun (from west to east) 
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·       best when savored.
·       never eaten quickly.
·       accentuated.
·       relished.
 
i was wondering how the word 'relish' was going to sneak its way in ðŸ˜Š as this onion-love-thoem was developing herself and writing her auto-bio. 😊
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martino, j. (6.27-2.2025). love is like an onion. book 124: individuation. © 2025 by wellnesseducation.us 

Sunday, August 27, 2023

b116 (8.27-1.2023): praying

praying [i]
by a. believer
 
asking god for favors is the game that we are playing
asking god for favors
asking god (we’re)
 
praying
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let’s be honest for a second: “praying” …is asking a god (who already loves us) to love us… but in a coercive sort of way. 
 
we beg, and (should “he” choose to) he gives us what we want.

wait 
...just a minute…
 
prayer… is one of those insane things that (on one hand) is highly regarded (e.g. “you need to pray”) while (simultaneously) being (overtly) non-trusting and non-believing!
 
in other words:
 
if god really loves you,
you wouldn’t need to beg for what you want.
 
if you really believe that god
knows what was best for you,
and if “hereally loves you,
why beg?
 
do not wait another day
get on your knees, and
 
pray.
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[i] martino, j. (8.27-1.2023). praying. book 116: love reigns. © 2023 by joal martino.

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

* i like women

ever since i can remember, i've liked female energy.  i like the c's: cooperation, communication, coordination, caring, connection, collaboration...

i love Love.  i believe that the ALL is Love. i was raised with Love.  i embrace love.

i like the way that women look, and move, and smell, and feel, and taste.  i'm probably not too different from most high-testosterone males, in that regard.

i've never wanted to spend the rest of my life with any, one woman... but (sometimes), i can entertain the idea.

it has been a pleasure to meet, and connect with women of all types.  

forever grateful,

j-

Sunday, July 23, 2023

b115 (7.23-2.2023): the birds and the bees

the birds and the bees [i]
by d. oit doit
 
the birds and the bees
nanobots and trees
propagate species
the birds and the bees
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·       when the birds and the bees are bots, will the new God propagate in HE/R own image?

·       is the expression of thoetry akin to propagation?

 didn’t jo & al = joal?

·       isn’t evolution (spelled backwards) no-i-to-love?
   o   is evolution, then, the propagation of the ego, in its own image?

·       is the urge to Une a Spiritual practice – in action?  is it an IS?
   o   In other words, doesn’t everything on the physical plane (in its own false sense of separate self) Connect with the All that IS?
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[i] martino, j. (7.23-2.2023). the birds and the bees. book 115: the back end of the train. © 2023 by joal martino. 

Saturday, July 22, 2023

b115 (7.22-1.2023): my fembot wants a sex change

my fembot wants a sex change [i]
by iowna fembot
 
my fembot wants a sex change (says she’s had "a change of parts")
her gay, robotic lover claims that he’s a work of art
his non-binary roommate wants a human of its own
my fembot wants a sex change (now she’s tied me up at home)
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alternative endings:
(Be-Cause, in 2023... there are All-ways alternative endings)
 
my fembot wants a sex change, now i’m (virtually) alone
my fembot wants a sex change (says that she’ll throw me a bone)
my fembot wants a sex change (now i wish i was a drone)
my fembot wants a sex change (can’t believe how much she’s grown!)
my fembot wants a sex change and all i can do is moan
my fembot wants a sex change (i’ll just merge with my bot-phone)
my fembot wants a sex change… 
              ...and i don’t like her tone
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[i] martino, j. (7.22-1.2023). my fembot wants a sex change. book 115: the back end of the train. © 2023 by joal martino. 

Saturday, April 8, 2023

* value-able & sacred

 

 

“there are only four questions of value in life:

(1) what is sacred?  
(2) of what is the spirit made?  
(3) what is worth living for?  and…
(4) what is worth dying for?  

…and the answer to all of these is the same: only Love.”
-don juan demarco

Sunday, March 12, 2023

b114 (3.12-2.2023): Love

Love [i]
by evol u. tionary

what if Love, on a sub-atomic level, is connection/similarity/togetherness/etc.?
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·       It could only Know Itself if it could glimpse what it isn’t (which, for the purpose of this thoem, we will label as “fear”).
·       It would seek to survive/thrive/replicate its experience, so (absent restrictions to Its replication-ing)…
·       It (in effect) might appear cancerous.
 
i’m not sure if that Loving rabbit-hole makes me feel any better (or worse, really) about the state of humanity, the earth and/or the Uni-Verse.
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[i] martino, j. (3.12-2.2023). Love. book 114: untitled. © 2023 by joal martino.