A Statement of Conditions & Experience: IMO & Inviting Yours

[3bid]

We sit locked within a stuffy theater waiting for the main feature that never appears. Instead we are spooled years of news and previews of coming soon events. Often wondering if a madman occupies the projectionist room, streaming images ladled from a tainted sea of Intel. Rebels have tried to burn the theater to the ground, and sort out the good or bad from the debris. All have failed to end the wait by creating exits or forcing closure. The roof leaks from what are now peepholes large enough to allow reality seeking beams of sunlight inside. But we came to watch the screen, not to stare and squint at the questioning ceiling. Al reminds us with hints of imminent Showtime, during silent periods where our pain proves we've been seated far too long. We'd like to take a break, but not now with eyes wide open by command. So we squirm and groan, strangled by intuition and logic as we free-fall in darkness, hoping for the chute to open. Having waited so long that our hands have atrophied, leaving us unable to applaud, should the need ever arise. The static picture of our Technicolor dream has set a permanent rainbow after-image in the mind's eye. We have become mutants in a faith and hope adventure that promised to change our lives forever -- it did.


A description of my experience in moment 3.7 trillion on an event odometer that will not rollover. Thoughts and opinions cannot conclusively define our situation until reaching a state of rest where all dynamic components of this train come to a full stop at the end of the line. I'm looking forward down the tracks to the horizon. Sometimes estimating the miles remaining; sometimes the days until closure. I can't prove that the world doesn't live on indefinitely after I'm gone.  But CMKX suggests it does.  The persistence of this chronic situation sometimes forces me to pinch myself, just to determine if I'm really still alive. I may have to use a hammer should this drag into yet another year without closure or reassuring evidence to our benefit.  I hope the train moves ever quickly to reach the end and very soon.  Or it will be arriving with few survivors and the many ghosts of dreamers past.

-3bid

[theotherside]

Mushrooms?

[3bid]

[2018]

I loved your write up !

[2018]

Aug 31, 2014 18:42:32 GMT -5 3bid said:

We sit locked within a stuffy theater waiting for the main feature that never appears. Instead we are spooled years of news and previews of coming soon events. Often wondering if a madman occupies the projectionist room, streaming images ladled from a tainted sea of Intel.

Rebels have tried to burn the theater to the ground, and sort out the good or bad from the debris. All have failed to end the wait by creating exits or forcing closure.

The roof leaks from what are now peepholes large enough to allow reality seeking beams of sunlight inside. But we came to watch the screen, not to stare and squint at the questioning ceiling.

Al reminds us with hints of imminent Showtime, during silent periods where our pain proves we've been seated far too long.
We'd like to take a break, but not now with eyes wide open by command. So we squirm and groan, strangled by intuition and logic as we free-fall in darkness, hoping for the chute to open.

Having waited so long that our hands have atrophied, leaving us unable to applaud, should the need ever arise. The static picture of our Technicolor dream has set a permanent rainbow after-image in the mind's eye. We have become mutants in a faith and hope adventure that promised to change our lives forever -- it did.


A description of my experience in moment 3.7 trillion on an event odometer that will not rollover. Thoughts and opinions cannot conclusively define our situation until reaching a state of rest where all dynamic components of this train come to a full stop at the end of the line.

I'm looking forward down the tracks to the horizon. Sometimes estimating the miles remaining; sometimes the days until closure. I can't prove that the world doesn't live on indefinitely after I'm gone.  But CMKX suggests it does.  

The persistence of this chronic situation sometimes forces me to pinch myself, just to determine if I'm really still alive. I may have to use a hammer should this drag into yet another year without closure or reassuring evidence to our benefit. 

I hope the train moves ever quickly to reach the end and very soon.  Or it will be arriving with few survivors and the many ghosts of dreamers past.

-3bid

so good all of it !

you paint a good picture my friend. That was some good art ! Too many good things to highlight and separate.. its a great piece.

Even humor..



I keep reading it over and over.. to soak it up.. its really that good.
I am surprised there is no more thumbs up.. maybe people do not have time or patience to read.
With your permission I think I would like to exhibit this piece of art on millionaires board for the audience. It needs to be exhibited and enjoyed.

You got talent !

[3bid]

Thanks, Ines.  Gather my thoughts and run; do it now while we coexist to persist, waiting and riding the long stretch of any moment soon.

Good to know someone aware who is absolutely un-mistaking my words for a bedtime story of warm milk & cookies [or donuts] served onto a weary crowd of victims about to be tucked-in, kissed goodnight and told goodbye. 

I intend not to glorify the search for simple truth and meaning; the difficult hacking of pathways to exit the jungle of uncertainty always surrounding us.  Some suggest that the amazed designer is mad.  But tellers of tall tales have bumped heads before on dangerously low ceilings of reality.  Pausing from speculation, I settle 50/50 in the balance either way.  Does prize potential still exist within the Crackerjack box we bought to sell, so many years ago?     

I created two paragraphs of thought, condensed from mixed experiences above and below the surface of a bottomless sea of frustration. Where gathering bubbles of hope provide buoyancy sustained breath while treading the dread of a colorless experience threatening to be our black and white picture perfect nightmare.  Lipstick shades of grey on a smiling corpse painted monochromatically attractive in twilight hours stretched by the whisper tease of imminent gratification. With tired eyes wide open, by faith we endure the final layer sculpting process of our dream fulfilled, while dancing bloody barefoot in the chiseled rubble of that effort, hearing only the music inside our head.

Time is a friend for healing, but undesirable as a personal torturer and grim reaper. No amount of closure flavored rumors can replace the main dish we hunger for. Until then or never, we will forever bake an annual survivor's cake for those who remain. Hopefully not strung-a-longed to a bitter end, always seeking good-old-day experiences to fuel the persistent flame of memory.  This self composed unforgettable tune becomes a faithful rhythmic heartbeat within the fixed body image of our past.  Candles burn the numbered years of a lifetime.  Must we continue burning an aging forest of years and volatile tears, to receive our precious last desert served in the final act of a stock play that might consume a lifetime?

-3bid

 

[3bid]

The so-called war on terror is a very plastic term easily shaped into unlimited versions on demand. The mess swirls around us as we huddle in the eye of the storm, waiting for better or worse.  Anticipating the latter.  I say that because we survive to exist in the relative calm and aware zone. Not a happy and stable place, but a life raft somewhat anchored to the collective common, held together by patriots and optimists floating plans and hoping for sanity, providing the chance for a better day to come.  Thinking to design a future worth having, under construction by the physical effort of all who care.

Due to massive mis/dis-information overload, I'm refreshed to hear words from a credible witness -- still alive and healthy. We need more professional people of authority choosing to speak of their experience at the scene. Rudy Dent, 32 year veteran of NYC fire department and the NYPD, speaks out about his first hand experience of the collapse of WTC 7. I provide two videos that share a common theme: the vitality of information and effects thereof.  The second video is a meeting of minds; analysts critically thinking for the sake of reviving truth and justice. This is less about 9/11, although that unsettled topic involves information distortion by omission or fabrication, as distributed by mainstream media into the wide opened eyes of the awestruck.  I believe it's important that we frame a positive approach to counter the threat of negatively charged propaganda brainwash so prevalent today in U.S. mainstream media. The world outside our country speaks about how we as citizens are hostage to a corrupt, nation destructive, rogue government out of control. If this picture makes you feel helpless, intimidated, confused and defenseless, imagine what it must take to be a leader committed to effect the necessary change we seek, where information represents reality in a world not dominated by miscreants and their agendas.  Our technology and military are the tools of force most desirable and assessable to the psychopaths at large.  

What we must demand is an open discussion by top analysts seeking reality based news to expose and replace the poisonous stream of information we have today, and echoes of lies from the unsettled past. Although such distortions are becoming outrageously transparent, just how large is the fraction of aware, critically thinking capable, public mind? Since public opinion oftentimes has an effect on foreign policy, the commentators shaping public opinion must have their feet held to the fire. How do we do that?  In a balanced open exchange, narrative to narrative, where reason and logic prevail, to wake-up the tired and misguided masses.    

U.S. hegemony is dissolving; this country and empire is in transition to find a natural nondestructive and functional place in the world. Mis/dis-information is truth derailed, causation to a train wreck of foreign policies. Setting the train of collective thought on track is the responsibility of anyone realizing ignorance is not bliss or self sustaining. 

-3bid

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