If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)
Monday, December 11, 2017
Monday, December 04, 2017
Sunday, December 03, 2017
Friday, December 01, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Listen to the Entire Album: Road to Escondido (JJ Cale and Eric Clapton)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqgMbC6eWR4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqgMbC6eWR4
Request to Pope Francis to Exonerate Pierre Teilhard de Chardin from the Monitum
https://www.forbes.com/sites/johnfarrell/2017/11/24/vatican-council-asks-the-pope-to-exonerate-jesuit-scientists-writings/#1c64ee9b45e8
This is crucial because Teilhard's 'noosphere' is being attempted 'materialistically' i.e., via nanotechnology.
This is crucial because Teilhard's 'noosphere' is being attempted 'materialistically' i.e., via nanotechnology.
Monday, October 23, 2017
Tuesday, October 03, 2017
Monday, October 02, 2017
Tuesday, August 01, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Thursday, July 06, 2017
Monday, July 03, 2017
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Weather Management
Evening’s pale charger has catapulted
the charcoal horizon
sun’s chariot streaks
rainbow sherbert-breasted
cirrho-cumulus tufts
in swirls of chemtrails
painted by solar geoengineers.
I hear him boasting of his masterpiece [as though he or she were not the handiwork of God!]:
“No Leonardo is required!
I have no pretension to artistry
and yet look:
even Rubens could not geoengineer such a sunset.
This is the 21st century!”
And so, the sunset continues to fade in velvet-stroked cerulean blues over roseate tufts of cotton candy pink diffused light
now chroma is disappearing
the cicada’s song rising to yet another crescendo and falling to a whisper with the tree frog
over a chirping cricket polyphony.
Such dense music.
Evening’s charger has catapulted into her charcoal palace
as the music of pennsylvania’s woods wafts and fades.
In late august all is wan and sear.
Such dense beauty.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Friday, June 23, 2017
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Thursday, June 15, 2017
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