Cosmic Strip

Cosmic Strip

 

Today’s blog will touch upon something,  that lurks and surrounds me with a thin veil that can’t be decoded and deciphered in one breath.  Started out as a Freudian Slip, and suddenly I am at the point-of-no-return and one slip is replaced by another, and my mind loses focus and concentration.  Victoria Secret.  Click.  Click.  And is not funny how my period of concentration is but 8 seconds long.

From one thing to another, and is not retained for very long.  Obsolete before it is fully processed and shared with the masses, before it goes viral and is reported to have achieved a million views.  Adventure and what turns out to be registered as a Cosmic Slip, was meant to have a touch of comedy and fun and laughter.  Not sure we are laughing now, but we can enjoy the ironic state of things, and before we know it,  the point we are making will be obsolete.

 

Wanted to write a blog, but up to now, haven’t given it that much thought.  Without thinking I find myself here.  Must be genetics and biology.  Must be mother’s wishes.  “Let’s get together.  I’m 16.  Time is a wasting.  Let’s create.”  And not sure whose voice I am hearing.  Voices in my head, and that has been going on for a while.  Need to find a hobby.  Need to stop repeating what others are saying.  Need to get off the Internet and away from Face-Book.  But then, again I find it almost impossible to do.  Social and I have my Web/Electronic Wi-Fi paid up for another 6 months.  “Waste not.  Want not.”  Mother said.  “Age 16.  Youth and adventure and our finest hour.”  Let’s create.

And without thinking.  Here I am.  Biology and genetics and I account for it as G-D-given, but sure mother must be given more credit. She knew.  And it happened.  Never under estimate the power of womanhood.  Must be mother’s wishes.  Her children.  Cosmic Strip and creation.  And we have that to be thankful for.  What mother said.   What mother did.  Her children.  Now me.  Born with the urge to write.  To express.  To display consciousness.  Cosmic Strip Tease converted from a Comic Strip mother was reading when she said.   “…. I am age 16.  Let’s get together.”

 

Space .  Weather.  Balloon.  Adventures and my expectation is rising.  Not frozen in place by the winter that comes with solace and on the calendar is given a date.  Depends on where you are, when winter comes and goes.  Without detailing north or south, one never knows.  But this blog has international reach and is global to the extent that north and south, converts easily to east and west, and he has learned.  Follow The Birds.  Rise above everyday habits of locality.  See the big picture,  top down.  Space.  Weather.  Balloon.

 

All elements of the cosmic slip and part of the things I write about.  Seasons and Changes.  And children.  Long winter and getting together , leads to something in Spring and Summer.  Another birth.  Another branch of creation reached.  And this is something I wanted to mention.  The unfolding of cosmic consciousness, because of the birth of one like me.  Biology and Gender.  The tender trap and the unfolding of something we did not see, but now do.  Cosmic Strip.  Victoria Secret.  Convergence.  One and the same.  What mother said.  Birth of the children and the birth of promise and hope and growing development and love.  World-wide.

Midweek and the middle of November.  This blog needs to be written and posted, but will not be The Book of Answers for the things most important.  Instead it is  a sight-line to fractals of shoreline that allow water and earth to touch.  A place for migrating birds to descent and rest.  Before moving on and completing their journey.  Winter solace and I am looking for the next place to set down and enjoy the surface of friends and celebration and company.  Mother said it.  “Let’s get together.”

 

On earth, as in heaven, let the pattern and cycle of creation repeat.  Cosmic strip and find it funny, as comic strip becomes one drink too many, at the office party or just during the holidays, when it seems the right thing to do.  Give others a little slice of your time.  Be social.  Have fun.  Celebrate.  Read about it in the Sunday Paper.  Have a laugh or two.  Make nice and enjoy the opportunity.  To be together.

 

To me this time of year is both celebration and mystery.  Visible but elusive is how I got here and acquired the ability to tell you in a blog, why our existence is important.  Why its important to provide food and a landing spot for migrating birds.  Sky gods and birds in spin and flight as the rotation of the day bring us in proximity.  Humans and Animal Kingdom are aligned and are connected.

Not sure about the details, but know this is true.  We come and we go, but over time it seems,  this time of year around the winter solace, and it is important that I remember to check the bird feeder and the pond.  Is it frozen.  Is this a good place to land.  Will there be food and safety?  And if there is,  I will account for it by taking a few minutes to blog and mention it.  Celebration and Mystery.  My existence.  And the flight of birds.  In winter.  Important to take a moment to share this with others.  Our time together. 

And the importance of it all.  What mother said.

“Let’s create something we can be proud of.  Human-kind.  Conceived in Love.   Our Children.   “

Cosmic.  Now hidden meaning.  Planets. Humans.  Birds and Animals.  Align.  Give birth to consciousness and life.  Repeated.   In a blog.    From nothing to something. And It is special. 

This Cosmic  Strip.

Migration of the Birds

And

Mothership

Revealed    And     Blog Sighted.