Topic: Story sake

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Bear grills has dumped a heap of humans on an island to survive

one camp females one camp males

i enjoy very much the trials and tribulations of the human spirit

to learn from others mistakes and pay careful attention

the struggle of the mind and human dynamics and interactions

for instance



one man is triggered by being told what to do

i see this as the initial reactory phase


this quickly spirals given being so tired and worked hard to move on-wards

what wonderful television it makes under the circumstances


they leave making a shelter until very late in the day after having walked untill night


i am always surprised how unprepared people seem on these shows


although volunteering for such an experiment


the women walked in the wrong direction without any water following the directions of a self appointed strong willed older one


i cannot wait for the next episode now all of one week think i may have to sneak a look on you tube



the guys and girls spend so much of their initial energy on making shelter and water yet the human element seems their biggest downfall



a few people are already reaching for the phone to get evacuated from the island and the experience is scheduled for 6 weeks

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I shall go on


there is a boisterous and dysfunctional dog here who barks

and wants to bite me i think when i start to exercise

i have to have eyes in the back of my head and cut the experience short


i look at sea kayaks and get for more pieces of kit


agricultural age ? different flow


timing of couch potatoed convenience talk about the hard way


keep learning


there are aboriginals living in the bush within the towns


on the outskirts


mixed up communities all jumbled together


businesses competing for survival means competitive tools


oversized meals cheap prices


overly commercialized and available squeezes


resources and the struggling on the pyramids



certainly convenience lulls me into my slumbersome convenience too


belly bloated with it and tired for want


up and down we/i go

never fully recovering equilibrium


trying



different pulls upon regions within the body externally and internally matched i shift


as i shift they become clearer as they dissappear from view as no longer parts of the self being externally recognized


trying grooves like sleeping above the ground to take off from grounding


small hops in the dream leading to flight

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was dreaming about the edges of banks/cliffs falling into the sea

like one day they were there the next day they had washed away in one day

the water crashing against them


a lot of people needing aid

i cannot understand where all the money and help will come from for them




being global citizens yet landlocked


taking to the sea


boundaries laws

refugees



the mother provides


the father must he think when he sees his children


the abominations


falling into the sea


laws and trials who holds the law


relative reality


while reality plays out around



born of the dreams of mothers and men

[Nichi]

Scary images, runningstream, but probably not too far off from reality.

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was times picking cherries from the ether

scary and realistic

finding direction having found direction and giving direction

all directions combined seeing

yet seeing back through key hole resides

seer

so what with it when seen ?

back through keyholes cherry picking from ether understanding

to gather direction from seen to seeing through seen to gather cherries to give cherries to see cherries

cherries appear

cherries there cherries here

information on how to use

refer to product manual

or visit workshop


cherry seriousness seriously


cherry comes cherry goes cherries appear and cherries reside


cherries through keyhole cherries expand


cherries from ether as cherries demand


general point and general direction


general cherries gather general direction



as you might imagine having direction gone direction come and direction coming


in real time its all here now


recognition of happening



shakes eyes to disappear yet cherries still appear


so in and out we go over again to see what was left in layers to mend


expanding and demanding attention to be seen

from a point dense and past to a point expanding between


stacking eggs one two three


place them here and there and they gather other eggs to see


and what point may be this to see

that what is done to fly will be

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_Lion

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whats now then

i wont talk too much about the people drugged and scattered

except i kept going what is that smell a mix of b.o. and piss


I will speak of pidgeons 


a limping man walks into a restaurant / cafe

after crossing the street and smiling at the police men "they thought he was up to something because of the direct smile"

yet he was only gliding towards a moment



after walking  in the cafe the man is confronted by workers who all look into his eyes clearly "they seem clear"


as he does not flinch and gives a kind and peaceful and confident look back

they do ask as he does speak and he tells them would it be ok to order something ?


the woman from last time speaks and says no "we are well closed"


ok says the man and turns to leave


the woman speaks again as he is leaving confronted with the many workers


"what were you after ?"


The man replies , i was after a cooked breakfast

i had it the other day after he had eaten there but i'm not sure whic..........



the woman tells him yes i know the one


you did not eat your sausages , ok then , but we can't make a drink "coffee"

water's there

yes yes


the man replies yes , i don't need the sausages , and you have a good memory with a knowing smile again and

"she smiles back"



the man speaks again , i thought you were closed , the woman now ..... yeah but you came in here all limping and ........well......



sitting out in the street then


the man sits next to a couple at the adjacent table


looking up and down the street watching the people come and go


there are pidgeons landed on the furthest table they clean the left over plate


the man admires them , the closest one has a limp with its fellow


and the one that lands upon his table has some feathers missing from its neck



and after a quick look hops onto the ground again



the sheen grew back and thanks were given

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and then ...................a good use for full stops

"extending moments not shunting them inwards"



the adventures of ....................................apparently possible to write left to write

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and whats now then then


fixtures lighted posts

whats what and whats toast


dreamers lovers bends and friends


extremities visited and friends amends


poles alighted again inserts yet leaves the grass

from which lit bursts



the ground left and the poles afloat


now the light adrift upon a boat



water and fire images seen


reflecting towards a sight unseen


unbound un-ground and living full


from a base that was meant yet a bent to un-will


what would it mean with a sight unseen

to a human being to a sight seen


when a human bean had been seen and unseen


and in between ?



jelly bean and an old machine

know what a mean between



for a pole alight


in flight


and the in-between


never seen till its seen



i mean


forget the old and welcome the new


the dream insist its what i do


i saw here again in my dream this morn



i knew it was old and a seed was sown


divided inside no loyalty in a heart



guided away and forever depart



for the new which is due

and today is in too



is pure inside for there is no divide


unless this is given no more path to divide



inside



one



when this happened



there is only


one



standing


stood

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 In Sanskrit, the coconut palm is known as kalpa vriksha - 'tree which gives all that is necessary for living' because nearly all parts can be used, the water, milk, flesh, sugar and oil. Even the husks and leaves are used as materials in furnishings and decoration. Palm trees produce coconuts up to 13 times a year and although it takes a year for the coconuts to mature, a fully blossomed tree can produce between 60-180 coconuts in a single harvest.

http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/ingredient-focus-coconut-milk

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a man tells me his son went away for a holiday with his girl friend

when they got back he told him that he had found what they had in common

he asks     whats that

and he replied We both breathe air



I watched bear grylls island people again


i have a choice concerning truth


one choice says go with safety

the other appeals to a new direction



both apply to money


safety and truth


safety means i can do work i don't particularly want


truth means i follow it and see where i end up



i have pretty much up rooted from my piers


and the only thing holding the drift is familiar patterns and people



i am surely capable to go for something new


and i have surely come the way i was mean't to


so it seems truth is a compromise upon both points



old and new



yet i outlive circumstances and people like old shoes and sometimes faster




what it does present ........ seeing myself in different situations reflected against others situations being stuck in the cycle i speak of

entertaining myself



as daring would have it


i do find myself drawn to the second option after consideration of life experience





also i entertain the possiblity to help others


as a convenient means of travel spirit does seem to prefer it



at least being close to something



nature instead hold more gravity for me




comfort is a real kick up the bum

it means stopping and being numb



in the case where worlds collide

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the stars are particularly nice

the sky so black and sheeny

silent


what is fear in a general sense then


fear of circumstances


fear of death


fear of hunger


too afraid to move




what is truth when put beside fear



is it fear of truth



or a key way in a courtyard



what is reality when its not so real


and it wan'ts to play



what is this link if i can't play with it



what is this 'me' yearning to break barriers to see





i was watching polyps on the great barrier reef on television


contract and expand


branching out


imagining awareness not singular but contained within many positions

all grasping for their food floating by at one time


co operative awareness



and i began to think humans could be not so much different either


parts of their brains aware of many points at once



not it the bodily sense though




as though a segment of the brain was able to function this way perceptually


distinct from the body



in some evolutionary awareness way


as though the tools for the evolution of a species dependent upon the reaching out to illuminate parts of the landscape


to become branches of being




any way where was i




about evolutionary awareness and providing impetus for the environment to respond as a being both surrounded and composed

of its environment

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Also to mention


birds have particularly great eyes



a pigeon was in the place where the red chili plant was cut back

yet only to a stump i bet will shoot again


i only watched it for a moment


yet wondered if it would take and spread some of the seed


like the dove spirit image that reminded me


that kind of thing


healthy gardens and trees


the absurdity was so much so absurd i could barely speak


and certainly not speak of it




now appreciation of turbulence



turbulence can be so calm and orchestrated


a veritable light symphony


a barrel swirling about


i have a new one "barrel"


for which the camp oven to sit


for now i use it for a step




some crabs on the reef have sticky hair can you believe



perhaps to omit mention of light symphonies as to introduce turbulent symphonies

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substantially i suppose to make an effort something revealing itself

I mention the song "patience" i keep whistling it as i go into the kitchen and catch myself again

it does not make sense to me where it appears again and again and finally mention it


she says slight gasp

the child died and we had to choose a song so we chose that one and sweet child of mine very sad


it was not nice


a movie is on called loopers

i remember a dream years ago where the man had two children shot one died the other through the face survived


one bullet


i always had the impression children were buried in the garden there at that place i worked


as i always said the worst style of bloke i ever met



any way in the looping dream was a child on the floor vomiting

as i walked in and out of the door passing through the foggy room


leaving through the door found myself again in the same room with the same child


after a few looping passes i leaned down and helped the child and cleaned up his vomit


he seemed earlier though not those shot


this one i think pointing at all these things


we did boxing with children today too

some of them trauma from what they told me



things put in the way

spirit and physical


i suppose i am ok with it now


i had always wanted spirit to leave me out of those things across lines


because i found it spooky and afraid plus complications



what to do about this new thing


just a small sign that always appears in the same place


seems something should be



and there is intense pressure perhaps more so for the people oblivious around


yet their own churnings


layers



a lot of troubled people


i cant be a messiah


who knows perhaps spirit itself will help me on my way with its way





i will make some conscious effort though while i am about



some people are making me loose


in the sense of being fluid and not serious too



yet not loose in the sense of loss of sense i hope too slowly


on the water



in the trees



where the stream runs from the hill


i will be




for the time being this being

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there is a gold leaf on the windowsill

it beckoned a moment of interest i had to ask who did it belong to



i wandered to the cafe where the pigeons had been

a line seven deep with the oblivious slow girl working meant for a toasted sandwich elsewhere


when i arrived at elsewhere the most warm welcome as i ordered and sat


i was daydreaming about an annoying guy i had never met

something about getting in my bubble and asking a lot of questions

infiltrating and then coming with laden agenda for what was his secret mission of purpose



a moment later i noticed a guy dressed with the white over sized light pants

pushing some sort of cart


was it dreadlocks and with a mouthfull of sandwich began the questions


he had something painted on his forehead

i waited a moment before finishing a bite


he looked a little hari krishna


something about the day dream earlier of seeing the ability to

wisk his bubble popping performance away with a serve of truth his way


yet decided to leave it at bay


the conversation of how is your day and what do you do


all the while thinking piss off will you


a small donation yet not to say what


a book comes across small a lot


next comes the ad just ten dollars or twenty or what you can afford


i tell him i already know what i am and is it an indian thing



yes the reply now



after giving two dollars and tellling him i don't even want the book

he leaves


the bum cheeky flowerer i think


next i leave the book sitting on the table and walk away after glimpsing the name


krishna something buddha or what ever this folk name sake changed


why the hell would i want to read a book written by some lost soul wanting my change




the day went on




and changed




boxing with the kids


the young aboriginal with cut lines in the hair


very quiet and had a hard time at home they tell me



his smile is golden


left right duck right

and those ones


good one praise comes his way


he is building worth after quietened his new things

this life building inside him



i really enjoyed watching this little fire come to life a light in the window a golden leaf