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2/20/2024 3:42 pm

"You'll write!" "Goddammit ,you'll write !"

He said as he slammed his fist down emphatically agreeing with my suggestion !My direction was decided and despite having so much against my success I was occasionally amazed that my sentences occasionally blended together and my meaning conveyed.
It wasn't only music that was mind blowing to me but catching the odd poetic assemblage made me appreciate the power of the word.
I had no experience at poetry but I loved it.
I was constantly going back to my brief schooling, being treated like a freak and put together with who really were 'challenged' and struggled to read anything let alone understand it.
So many hidden nuances could be found in a single sentence.
Also a meaning given whether appropriate or not.
So somehow I'd got that!
In many ways we were already in the apocalypse and society was breaking down all over the place.
I was reminded of that movie where the heroine had book and books were rare and the stories they told had to be protected.
For me my lonely days were corrected by what I found in the revelation and I heard about a k&d well learned in psalms.
He'd come up with the appropriate one for the trouble he'd found and seemed to know about the words and what they meant.
He must have had help.
I could imagine someone else with a cherished book of poetry, no capable of understanding it fully but could read it and impress people who sometimes were much older and actually did understand and appreciated the 'tryst' given.
Later on I found the girl with the law degree who'd found her mind an intolerable thing, poisoned by the huge breath of law material she'd learned.
Any time you talked with her you could see the cogs turning in her head, measuring up what you said with the law, and giving her verdict, her weight of words on where you stood with the law.
Maybe she could pop out the odd precedent too !
Also I see someone found an ancient Egyptian debate about switching to the word system. (funny but.....)
Further on Shakespeare elaborated on the meaning of a shrew. He needed to invent words to bridge a gap between the staid wise ones and common people who laughed at Shakespeare's hooligan graffiti aimed at high places.
I could collect the right words and use them like gems, slotting them into the right place.
That thought gave rise to how foolishly we threw around words, teaching young ones to do the same.
And instead of the wise ass slingshot of words in self defense we should take time to answer or hold our silence.
I decided I would produce original stuff, only to do with what I'd found already suited me.
The grandeur and mind gorging effects of the revelation would be my style.
God help me ! if I butchered it up to prophesize(american) something unintended.
Maybe even that I was a prophet, sent to Earth for that purpose.
It seemed like a good time to be a prophet and a misdirectioned World was crying out for one.
I propose a new way of thinking, that music and reverence to all that is beautiful be protected.
That life was better that way, for me life was better wearing headphones. I noticed that my hearing was keener when I took them off, the frog sounds almost deafening, and birds I hadn't noticed before had an urgent message.
I'd been spending lots of time on the mind machine and experiments included testing if I gained psychic powers by identifying what was left on a table in the next room.
The ability to float like a near deather and see myself from a left the body perspective.
It was kind of like the scientist had a job in mind that could use those talents.
Bypassing security to breach a high security area perhaps. The auctioning off the secrets in a new slant on Wikileaks ! Now the psychics made 'it' leak !
I'd built a collection in my mind of psychic stuff, one was how the African girls would touch their forehead with their left hand and send a message home.
"I'm coming home now!"
Or the way the Aboriginals would push the sticks in their fire together as they made contact with whoever.
It was the first mobile phone network. You needed that too when the huge distances had to be managed.
We could very easily be without our modern devices too.
Thrusted back into the stone age. Reverting back to the lost ways.