Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Sunday, July 8, 2012


120707 16:02 sin

To waste a life, a self, a consciousness, a soul, is a sin against the creator and the self imperfect.

Yet in all life lived I've never known a person perfect.

In fact it may be a sin against God to place God above loving you as you are; imperfect. I, a sinner, or merely imperfect, who in accepting the confessions received, in subtle ways sometimes obvious never solicited. I imply or state; Pray for me a sinner then go in peace absolved. Their burdens lain aside for a time, or forever; but like forgiveness, I've done my part. Most often blessing with a smile, or tear, a touch or merely carrying them in my heart/mind/soul in continual prayer; heart enlarged a bit more by degree not kind.

In AA, if memory serves me, the term is sponsor. But for me mentor serves better. Too well remembered the phrase for the learner: pigeon. And there are those who are, in turn, pigeon fuckers. Predators. Thus not trustworthy and in and of all things trust is required. All teachers worthy of the title eventually realize the learning/healing/answer is within the student. And the teacher, if willing to learn, becomes a teacher taught, win/win or and/both never either/or.

In recent time I bemoaned not winning, placing or showing in a Feature Shoot exhibition. The first I'd had the courage to enter potentially losing at the only 'good thing' I'd ever done. Reaching backward these few days past the saying and this realization. I now recognize the importance of my impending death since the young need the space to become themselves. At the time of my meteoric ascendancy decapitated by the deaths of my children I was informed by those I taught that I was the cause of their not becoming photographers. In truth I knew the job statistics; not teaching photography as such, but the art of seeing what you look at. Farther and only implied; the why you saw as you did.

But for now, no longer aggrieved, the me I wanted to be 'successful' as in worthy of attention, acknowledgment, praise and reward, I am able to enter the maelstrom of creativity using the play with words unconsciously ongoing; always there from infancy. And in this humble way know the joy sought.

Be Here Now.

This “Here” being within Eternity embraced by infinity. In a minor way; what Rumi & Shakespeare were and for now remembered immortal since we may soon lose the eyes & the minds to be their audience.

I have always identified with those in need. Never the successful who gloat and smirk at others judging themselves whole and complete; superior. Yet even in that an inverse ego is revealed; what I need ridding of.

Atonement for wanting to love my mother into loving herself was vastly more than wanting to get laid. In confessing that, the wake and burial following, entered an new dimension; an unfilled longing for more. If you want more and more you are addicted and my more was love that I could trust possibly attended by sexual play ignoring all the wealth I have need for nothing else the end of more.

Then, via the Internet, in response to my blog, a woman asked to be my friend. A dialog ensued. Within which, oddly, all my longing was healed & fulfilled. No 'happy ending,' no touch, no enveloping lubricity ending in the divine “O”; not getting 'laid.' Just a dance of words. Though there is, or could be, so much more, I can now die happy knowing this divine bliss; a woman who in dancing with me­the highest form of prayer­finds what I thought of myself unacceptable, accepted; as I am and want to be. That impossible being; what was impossible with mom; for, from or within.

We are not things, expendable cyphers, but unique and worthy of love and respect the indwelling creator who equally is invisible needing to be found.

. . . and when you see Him/Her living beneath a bridge say hello for me please. Ignoring those who say or imply you are merely this or that an object of their contempt.

We are an army of giants in need of being who we are; souls in process becoming whatever we want to be. . . . Mostly freedom from tyranny.

120708 01:28 pooch

An unspeakable knowing of puppies known
in North America, as “fucking the pooch”

Thinking is a sensing function, an inherent way of seeing one depends . . . .

(Note: Not the adult diaper, a registered Trade Mark, begins with a capital 'D' representing a coping with what is inevitable. The result of mindless consumption mysterious and of unknowable consequence, wildly profitable food modifications – or as a result of adult men fisting, anally one another or just one.

Please see disambiguation: my two most favorite political figures Howdy Dowdy & Uncle Bob otherwise known as President Bush the younger and Momma’s Boy coupled with or by Vice-President Cheney the greatest terrorist since Genghis Kan spoken of or at the very least alluded to in previous posts.

Also see Alzheimer's the evacuation of brain matter which, like our savings, homes, advanced education of children, automobiles, Social Security etc. . . .where did the money go?)

. . . on. In the immature adult, what once was admired; depended upon exclusively: while there are another three: feeling, sensing, and intuition.

Farther investigation might be profitable please see: “Chinese Curse” at Wikipedia or Google It­--for a broader array of . . . before the politicians expunge not only the resource but we who seek it freely. . . oh well.

The balance of these four sensing functions (seeing/experiencing the World and Important Values) historically was known to have been in the prescription of very few individuals, namely Jesus, but this author sees similar proclivities and penchants in other known leaders Mohammad, Buddha and so on who either died in their sleep or where expunged, redacted or merely murdered as is most often the response of those who “think” only.

In this authors view(s) an attempt has been made to simplify as: sheep or goat, those who steal or those who give . . . the first being murders and the latter sacrificially murdered or ignored.

Albeit there is another system of personality categorization known as the Enneagram about which there is little common knowledge since it was derived from mystical Islamic oral tradition. And as is obvious hysterically suspect since one lunatic faction of Islam destroyed the Cathedral of Greed also known as, variously 9/11 or, The World Towers.

A personal opinion: Had the 'Powers that Be' namely the “Thinkers” been not so anal retentive, controlling/manipulative, it would be obvious the attack itself would have been impossible, had the command & control center been wide spread throughout the nation.

Thinkers” tend to only see what they want to see, or, are subject and object of their thoughts magically caught in the concept and execution of those they perceive as a threat to their greed. Jesus was murdered not by Jews but by Scribes and Pharisees; the thinkers and lawyers of that time.

Imagine we the people owning a candy store requiring a manager. While we go about the serious business of: raising our children, maintaining shelter and acquiring food. In our absence the employee becomes curious sampling the candy. Upon our periodic return we discover the the store broken apart and employee grown enormous, the mouth of the candy jar worn like jewelery with pride. And then the manager wants a bonus. In this instance we do not have a choice; the reward of failure is more. Obsessive Compulsive Addiction to candy.

Perhaps we need define differently, economy, as neither free market capitalism or socialism or communism. Could we think in terms of collaboration?

. . . Discovered after the above written; please read and make your own discernment. 

A Sistine Chapel fresco depicts the expulsion of Adam and Eve from the garden of Eden for their sin of eating from the fruit of the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

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