b38 (2.1-5.2005): brain

brain [1]

by ifionly h. adone

maybe i’d be special
maybe i’d be sane
maybe i’d be human (if i only had a brain)

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• then again, maybe it’s the brain’s senses that propagate the insane notion of separation and special-ness.

• if it doesn’t make sense, then it’s probably out of this world.

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martino, j. (2-1.5-2005). brain. book 39: Ahhhhhhs. © 2005 by joal martino.

* graphic from somewhere on the internet.  all kudos to the wizard of oz (the move-ie) and wicked (the musical/play). 

* isn't All of this a grand Play?

b36 (12.2-1.2004): no-i-tu-love

no-i-tu-love                            
by b. ackwards
 
it’s evolution (backwards)
a fight (below, above)
and you don’t have to love it, ‘cause there is no-i-tu-Love
__________________
 

• the small i is an illusion: a mere prosthetic of the I Am.

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martino, j. (12-3.1-2004). no-i-tu-love. book 37: little monsters. © 2004 by wellnesseducation.us

b34 (9.28.2004): dear friends

dear friends 

 
the purpose of this letter is to express my thanks to all of you who had even the smallest influence on my life here.  the time (whether perceived as good or not-as-good) was well spent.  it has been a fun journey.  it has been a growth experience.  it has been a sharing dance of people, trying to figure out how to re-turn to Love.
 
now that i’m no longer “earth-bound,” please know that i’ve re-turned to the Source of love and re-connected with it.  know that, if i can (and i truly believe that i can), i will stand beside your physical self (if you want me to) in your future times of perceived anxiety and pain.
 
this world is not the end, and this is not the end of the world.  this is a playground.  this is a Dream, of sorts… and an illusion, at best.  this is a tip of the tip of the iceberg, and no-thing more.
 
but…while this world seems insignificant, compared to that which lies beyond this… at this level, every, single momentary experience matters.  at any instant, any one of us can change the world, simply by changing our thoughts about the world.
 
have a little fun as you dance.  please step on a few toes (for me).  continue to dance, ever learning to step a little more lightly, and a little more in synch with the myriad of dance-partners that our earth-school provides.
 
angels often come disguised …as “those who push my buttons.”  let’s think of those “button-pushers” as angels who show me what and where my biggest fears are… for the soul purpose or re-membering that those fears are but illusions of darkness.  re-member that darkness does not even exist, when we en-Light-en the room.
 
there is nothing to fear.
 
if you want to grieve my passing, do as you want.  however… i’d rather have you celebrate my Freedom, my coming Home, my re-turn, my re-Membering, my re-Solution, my re-Creation.  i’m the one who should feel bad for all of you – entrapped inside a limited shell of a miraculous, yet error-prone physical body.  but i don’t feel bad for you, because i know that you are simply dancing your dance, dreaming your dream, and living your own, personal virtual reality drama.
 
do it your way!
 
you can’t not.
 
i love you,
love,
lenny
______________________________
 
[1] martineau, l. (9.28.2004). dear friends. book 34: sunny sky. copyright by wellnesseducation.us 

b34 (9.20-5.2004): the Tao

the Tao [1]
 
come now, learn from the Master
come on, behold the Truth
come here (nowhere) and See the Tao
 
be-hold the Master: You

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[1] martino, j. (9.20.5.2004). the Tao. book 34 (sunny sky): copyright 2004 by jaol martino. 

b34 (9.6-7.2004): i am free of idols

i am free of idols! [1]
 
inspired by “the truth behind illusions” ACIM, 30, IV, p. 634.  
 
i am free of idols!!
 
my ego’s idols:
 
sex (which is really a substitute for) Love.  the ego’s need for sex with an attractive woman is the ego’s fear that he’s isn’t attractive or worthy, so he attempts to prove that he is worthy, via idol worship.
 
how can i utilize sex as an expression of Love, by giving it away?
 
alcohol (which is a running away from, or escape from) the thought of unworthiness, aloneness, and egoic-attachment’s results.  how can i use water, to nourish my body, cleanse my breath, and allow me to give more of myself away?  how can i re-Cognize that i have nothing to run away from… i am not alone, i am not unworthy… I AM Love.
 

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[1] martino, j. (9.6-7.2004). i am free of idols. book 34: sunny sky. copyright 2004 by j. martino. 

b33 (8.8-5.2004): dead meat

dead meat  [1]
 
if thoughts become the future
if i am what i eat
if i just had a burger, then, i think that i’m

dead meat

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[1] martino, j. (8-8.5-2004). dead meat. book 33: without with-In. © 2007 by wellnesseducation.us. 

b32 (7.30.2024): i want you

i want you [1] 
 

i want you…

 
to smile
to grow
to feel a Real sense of security that allows you the freedom to stretch beyond far any perceived limits
 

i want you…

 
to laugh
to dance
to Know, in your Heart, that every, little problem is just another way for us to re-Member…

…how lucky we are

 

i want you…

 
to sing
to play
to feel my True Love… the kind of Love that transcends this world of form and duality
 

i want you

 
to Be…
…be-yond happy
 
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[1] martineau, l. (7.30.2004). i want you. book 32: drama class. © 2004 by wellnesseducation.us 

b30 (5.6-2.2004): kokopeli

kokopeli [1]
by kokopeli
 
my name is kokopeli

my purpose is to dance
my purpose is to Love
my purpose is romance
my purpose is to play my flute with the sweet girl next door
 
she calls me kokopeli as she smiles and begs for more

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[1] martino, j. (5.6-2.2004). kokopeli. book 30: kokopeli. copyright 2004 by joal martino.  

b30 (5.6-2.2004): inter-action

inter-action [1]

a world of inter-action
a world of magic scenes
a world of fake-special-effects and superficial dreams

a world of actor/actress
a world where stillness moves
a world of inter-action is a world of red and blue
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· move-ies are worlds of interaction. the actors, the scenes, the roles, the plot: all fake, yet All a re-Flection of the reality (or, better yet, the sir-reality) of life.

the movie (it-self) is merely a series of still images, appearing to move.

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[1] martino, j. (5.6-2.2004). inter-action. book 30: kokopeli. copyright 2004 by joal martino.

b30 (5.1-2.2004): Love Now

Love Now 

by ima l. over

 

don’t cry about tomorrow

tomorrow never comes

don’t worry about yesterday, that dance is over, done

 

you’ve only got one chance at this bright moment, anyhow

don’t waste another second, no

don’t waste away:

 

Love Now

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 martino, j. (5-1.2-2004). Love Now. book 30: kokopeli. © 2008 by joal martino. 

b29 (4.7-3.2004): i met you in key west

i met you in key west [1]
 
i met you in key west, before the sunset there
i met you in key west out at the dock (mallory square)
 
we drank, we danced, we walked and talked and laughed and then we kissed
i met you in key west and we made Love out in the mist

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• sue, i will never forget getting to know you in 1983... and the true southernmost point.

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[1] martino, j. (4.7-3.2004). i met you in key west. book 28: original sin. copyright 2004 by j. martino. 

b27 (2.5.2004): the reason why ego is insane

the reason why ego is insane [1]
 
ego harbors two, deep fears:

 1. the fear of being alone, and separate from the All (Love)
2. the fear of being One, with the All
 
naturally, ego-fear acts-out an apparent horror story of a drama.

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• one of the biggest fears of human beings is the fear of being alone.  aloneness is contradictory to the Law of Attraction.  observe nature, and See for yourself: like likes like, and like things gather together.  dr. john gray says that the biggest fear of a human being is the fear of being unworthy – unworthy of love.  if we are unworthy of love, then we fear that we’ll end up alone.

 

• if you want to control someone, break down his self esteem and “make” (help) him feel unworthy (criticize).  when his self-esteem is broken, he will do anything to get your tiny scraps of recognition that he is the least bit okay.  the problem is that you will both be miserable throughout the process.  he will feel controlled, and you will not ever be able to know his Love, since you get his adoration from his fear.

 

• if you want to Free someone, build up his self-esteem and help him feel worthy.  he will feel your Love, he will Know Love, and he will be able to express his Love.  you, simultaneously will Know the Love that you are expressing toward him, and, in Knowing your Love, you experience Love.   

 

• note: Love is experienced as an inner process, via giving it.  at a High Level of resonance, receiving Love is another way to give Love, since, by receiving, we are allowing someone else to express his Love.

 

• ego resists Love, or Oneness, because ego fears that he (separation) will cease and die if he re-Members with Love.  my (personal) take is that this is the original sin/mistake, the one that allows us to play in this movie-drama-theater and to get the feeling that this experience is a Real one.  my (personal) belief is that, when we re-Member Oneness, we’ll be able to See ego and thank ego for the ticket to the show, Knowing that, in Reality, ego is “perspective” which is a-part of the Whole One.  True “movement away” from God/All is impossible, since God is All that there is!  the experience of ego, “moving away” is Really the experience of God, expanding into that which wasn’t God prior to the expansion.

 

• btw: criticism is just another form of fear, defending.  it is an attack/defense based wholly upon fear.

 
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[1] martineau, l. (2.5.2004). the reason why ego is insane. book 27: miss u. © 2004 & 2025 by wellnesseducation.us 

b16 (2.2-1.2004): groundhog day

groundhog day [1]

by to-2/2-too-two...

i woke today, into a dream
i woke on up, nightmare (it seemed)
i woke today, a time or two
i woke today, and i saw you

i woke today, into a dream
i Woke-on-up when you saw me
i Woke today, and Here i’ll stay
i Woke with you, on groundhog day
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[1] martino, j. (2-2.1-2004). groundhog day. book 16: baklavahhh. © 2004 by joal martino. 

b25? (12.18.2003?): forget to For-Give

i've got to verify the true book, and date.

b25 (12.3-1.2003): y/our sins are forgiven

y/our sins are for-given
by a higher power than us

y/our sins are for-given
sin is a mis-take
wIe just missed the mark a bit, the punishment is fake
 
y/our sins are for-given
wIe live in a dream
you and i live here (in an illusion) so it seems 
______________________ 
 

• for-give-ness (True for-Give-ness) is our highest possible act, here at earth-school.* 

• for-give-ness is nothing more than the re-Membering that, as One Whole Peace, sin is impossible (from a Higher Perspective).  those who are watching this move-i-e understand. 

• On[c]e we can re-Member, we re-Lease ourselves from guilt. 

• re-Lease from guilt is akin to Heaven on earth.

 
* actually, a higher vibration is non-judgment.
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martineau, l. (12.3-1.2003). y/our sins are forgiven. book 25: smoke and mirrors. © 2003 by wellnesseducation.us 

revised 12.5.2025.

b20 (7.5-3.2003): the hero rhymes within

the hero rhymes within [1]

we’re having fun and feeling fine
although this poem – it doesn’t rhyme
it doesn’t matter if we win
because the hero rhymes within

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·        the above poem was written (in less than 60 seconds) as part of our annual “Femino Family Reunion,” during the  “scavenger hunt” event.
 
·        the martineau clan had to find 10 items, and #10 was “a four-line poem that rhymes.”
 
·        sidenote: we (the martineaus) “won” the scavenger hunt, in a tie-breaking “challenge” by putting on a one-minute song and dance routine (to “jingle bells”).
 
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poem analysis, two years later, 6-17-05:
 

• the True Self resonates within each of us, in a Real World where earthly victories and defeats do not matter, because this Real World is One of no-matter.

 

• this Real World is a Uni-Verse, a Singing Vibration of Loving Energy, expressed as infinite reflections of Light, interpreted (on the earth plane) as the dual world.  in Reality, it’s All One.

 

• this Real World can be “Connected with” (in glimpses, here), usually via art, song, meditation, creativity, massage, poetry, dance, etc. -- when love guides us toward Unity and Harmony.

 

• think about it: at times when you have glimpsed this “Unified Other World,” haven’t you been in an altered state of some kind?  this (loving) feeling emits a sense of Perfection, when everything seems “right.”  some people call these moments “Aha!” moments.

 

• anyway… the Way to the True Self is an inner journey.   someday, we’ll re-Member that, like dorothy (in the wizard of oz), this wasn’t really a Real journey… at All.

 
note: the word “hero” contains the dual-opposite words “he” and “her” while also containing the symbol of unity and one-ness “o”.   inside each of us is an apparent paradoxical dichotomy: the apparently separate self is a Unified Self.  this Self is the watcher of the Movie, the player in the Play, the dancer in the Dance.  no-thing else is Really Real. 
 
every-One is a Hero.

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[1] martineau, l. (7.5-3.2003). the hero rhymes within.  book 20: the hero rhymes within. copyright lpmartineau & wellnesseducation.us 2003. analysis on 6-17-05. 

b19 (6.23-2.2003): that was then

that was then [1]
by joal

the s.u.v. lay on its side, the middle of i-10
short time ago a family was laughing (that was then)
short time ago a mother, father, child was alive
short time ago the damn thing rolled, and now it’s on its side
_____________________________ 
 
·        i was traveling east-bound, from destin to tallahassee, and somewhere around quincy i saw traffic, backed-up, on the other side of the highway.
 
·       the vehicle appeared to have rolled several times.  it ended up in the middle of both west-bound lanes.   the windows were all blown out, and it was obvious that every quarter of the vehicle had come in contact with highway.  the debris was all over the highway, with clothes, toys, and bodies on the road.  west-bound traffic was completely stopped, and it was going to be a long while before anything was going to be moved. 
 
·       three police cars were already on the scene, and an ambulance had already arrived, but things looked really bad.  i’m pretty sure that there was another car, off of the highway, in the ditch.
 
·        all of the cars on my side of the highway slowed down as they passed the scene.  a couple of people had stopped their cars on the right side of the highway.  i wonder if they had witnessed the accident.
 
·        i drove past, and remembered last june’s death scene (at chocktaw beach). 
 
·        i said a prayer for the bodies, the friends, the relatives, and for all those that would be affected. 
 
·        now, as i sit here at home, i’m still shaken-up.
 
·        how many times have i barely escaped death?  how many times have i driven recklessly?  how many times have i driven drunk?  how many times will i have to see death scenes before i savor every, single moment of healthy life?
 
·        i need to express myself, and i need to let all of this stuff out… before my time comes.  it could come any day, and it could happen at any time.

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[1] matino, j. (6.23-2.2003). that was then.  book 19: evoL . copyright 2024 by j. martino. 

b19 (6.15-4.2003): evoL

evoL  [1]
by noi t.o. Love

again, the mirror image
again, the wrong way Home
again, i get it backwards
again, on top, alone
 
evoL(ving) into ego
evoL(ve) myself away
evoL(ve) to separation, yes,
evoL: what can i say?
 
i can reverse the process, Now,
no pain, no fear, no cost
the path of Love evoles with-in the space between my thoughts
 
evoL(ving) into outer space (a game we’ll never win)
when All the while, a loving child
evoL: the dance with-In
 
______________________________ 

·        “evol” –u-t-i-on is “no-i-tu-love” backwards.
 
·        deduction: Love means re-Cognizing that the “small i” (the ego) is an illusion.  the small i is “backwards love.”  the small i is necessary, however, as perspective... so that Love can know He/r-Self.

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[1] martino, j. (6.15-4.2003). book 19: evoL. copyright june 15, 2003 by j. martino. 

b18 (4.20-1.2003): that's life

that’s life [1]
 
we sat around the table
we played the game called “life”
at times a bit unstable
with times of stress and strife
 
we drove the cars and bought the houses, raised the families
we played the game called “life” with times of joy and dis-of-ease
 
            in “life” you could go backwards, with one bad roll of dice
            in “life” you could get angry or go bankrupt or have vice
            in “life” you might just marry and you just might get divorced

in “life” you could resent or brood or laugh or cry (of course)

 
but once the game was over
we didn’t hold a grudge
the cards that we had drawn in “life,” well…didn’t mean that much
 
and once the game was over
we knew it was a game
a make-believe illusion: (in the end, it’s all the Same)

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[1] martino, j. (4.20-1.2003). that’s life. book 18: ex-thinked. © 2003 by joal martino. 

 

artwork by joal.

b18 (4.16-3.2003): last day

last day [1]

if this was my last day

i don’t know what i’d do

i’d pick up telephone

i’d make a call to you

i’d breathe a little air

i’d take a walk outside

i’d make love (if i had the chance) 

if i was gonna die

 

if this was my last day

i know just what i’d do

i wouldn’t go to work

i wouldn’t read the news

i wouldn’t worry about half the things now on my mind

 

if this was my last day

my Source is what i’d find

______________________

[1] martino, j. (4.16-3.2003). last day. book 18: ex-thinked. © 2003 by joal martino.

* inspired by process 32: “make a friend of death.” by ryan and travis (2001), in Simply Well. 

* artwork by mel marquis.