Tonight, while sitting and thinking about Twitter, I flew by, built a nest, and perched. I have so many stories to tell I know it will be an interesting season. I wanted to start by confessing secret desires, to be a Nobel writer and create the theorem for the new paradigm. I tried to explain it to my undergrad professors as they prepared my recommendation for Princeton this fall. Alas, I was overlooked and denied my place in the nexus of conformity. I was fortunately published in a recently discontinued publication on dialectical and historical materialism. My paper, which was to be read in Beijing at a conference on the Socialist Market Economy, is entitled "Mobilizing Sustainable Industries." It is a concept article supporting the production and distribution of available green technologies with little jabs at the Bush cabal sprinkled in as therapy for my effervescent distaste of the unending war with all its devolutions. I had up until that time a weak ego, was clingy, and insecure. I had left my second husband and thought a trip to China would start my new life. I was barely aware that I had already gone through a great change and only needed to open my eyes and heart to the possibilities before me.
My situations changed little besides the obvious, a little more buxom from lack of essential aerobic activity and some geographical moves I thought might appease. My consciousness has jettisoned out of this galaxy. I blame it all on MySpace. Initially I was fearful of such a rogue website, heeding rumors mostly innuendo I avoided anything remotely irreverent. Then, demon possessed I dove into the darkness with abandon, read everything esoteric and politically abhorrent I could find and instinctively knew I was on the path towards elucidation. How thoroughly little girl’s psyches are poisoned by Christian dogma. I was a faithful follower until I examined the movie Zeitgeist and discovered the hermeneutics of god. Now understanding true emptiness, I put one foot in front of another and learned that I am complete and one of many. We are all one separated by shadows reinforced by unknown and unnamed fears. My fledgling flight here is a testament to overcoming bias and disinformation. I hope to continue to post insightful messages and inspiring ideas that will clear facts from fiction. There are many things to discuss and sharing is the highest form of love.
Namaste dear friend.
Siesta Key Beach 2008
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