Signatories of Diminishment

Signatories of Diminish.Meant  

 

When the leaves fall in September is this a sign from higher power that we should retreat to the comfort of a warm fire and close the doors on all things, outside.  Makes me think:  Signatories of Diminishment and has me leaning in a certain direction, moving me to bodies with warm and rising desire.  But wait, falling leaves do not necessarily mean the demise of those things, I find scared.  What does it mean when seasons change and after the fall comes Dreaded Winter?

 

Have been hit with a wave from the other side.  Surfing expert I am not.  Was floored, if indeed I had been in my living room.  But on a cruise and without a paddle, had been warned.  “Don’t stand too close to the edge.”  And didn’t realize standing at the railing on a cruise ship watching for signs of life and sunset, was also what they might have been referring to, when they said, ‘…don’t stand too close to the edge.”  Rolling with the swell and rising sea, my grasp of all of this is not steady.   

 

Have not attained sea-legs nor the queasiness that comes, as we pull away from land and seek something else.  Facts not grounded and seems to crash down upon me, as if the storm has found me, and these are the consequences.  Drenched.  Chill.  Now shiver.  Hyperthermia  and feeling as if I didn’t belong in this world.  At sea.  Was suppose to be a special voyage.  Turning out to be a replication.  TITANIC.  1920 something and will be followed by depression.  At the lowest point,  towers of water crashing down, and I wonder, “Climate Change and Me.  Is it happening now?  How will this impact me?”

Winter arrives after the fall.  I am venerable now.  The stink of rot, I can smell.

Broken.  Can it be fixed?   To the signatories of diminishment I appeal.

“What is your final answer?”

The  price I paid and is there justice.  Market-place conditions fueled by demand and supply.  Should have known better that I could not buy my way out of the condition, my condition is in.  Avoid errors, but did not.  Had no reference guide to the consequence of a nuclear world.  Didn’t see the dangers of remaining divided.  Didn’t take any of this seriously.  World War 2 was over.  Crematorium of Auswitz was shut down.  Thought that was enough.  Enemy vanquished.  But then POGO on Sunday cartoon times, gave me hints of a greater truth.  “I have seen the enemy.  It is Us.”  At the time this was satire and humor.  Now it is not.  Is the price I paid.  For sins of the father.   Happening now.  Winter follows Fall.  Prepare.

 

Comparative studies and it makes me think.  Should I have paid more attention to what the Poets said?  About life.  About Change.  About Fall.  About Winter.  And this has me repeating the refrain.  The Price Paid.”    And leave it dangling as if it is just part of a familiar song.  That gains in significance and power, the more times it is heard.  Bill of Rights and did we get this one wrong.  Is this for us to decide, or did our forefather’s cement the pact when they became the signatories of diminishment?  Unsure what any of this means now.  Done before there were so many people on the planet.  Done before civil war and world war and then followed by winter,  The Fall was more than 1 and 2.  War continues, if not just in the mind.  Conflict is a better war, often undeclared.  Fallout and radiation, and he wonders.  Standing at the rail, must he move closer to see it as it is,  the sun rising and a new day.  Cruise Ship activities and is too soon to tell,  if disappointment and diminishment returns, when we dock and go landside and back into the moment of civilized behavior,  standing under a tree, watching the leaves fall?

 

What did the poets say about all of this.  Was I listening?  And if so,  did I understand the filth and rot that comes with maturity and then decay?  Probably not.  Had other things to do.  At that time, a signatory of diminishment,  I was not.

And now we know.  Things are different now.  Season’s change.  Fall becomes Winter.  Better Life becomes a week spent on a cruise ship, untethered from land.  Mouth of the Lion opens.  Whales appear.  Storms crash down upon us.  In the path of death and destruction we lean.  And I hear a voice from beyond calling.  “Don’t get too close to the edge. That includes the rail.”

 

Call on me for an answer, but do not be disappointed when you don’t hear the perfect response to that inquiry.  Winter doesn’t always mean harsh conditions.  The Fall doesn’t mean you can’t get up and retain your balance and freedom of movement.  FALL and is it but a calendar date that tells us we our moving from one season to another?  Signatories of Diminishment and I call on you for an answer that completes my inquiry.  “What does this have to do with me?”

Final Answer.  Listen to what the Poets said.  Their words are eternal.  Transports us across time.  And makes our short time among the seasons, perfectly clear.  We are part of all of this.  And yes,  is temporary.  Our Fate.  Belongs to a greater realm beyond the authority of the signatories of diminishment that reside in life as we know it.  Not at sea.  Just earth-bound.  Is our reality.  What the Poets Said.

Fall becomes Winter.  Now Chill. 

 

Aspire To A Higher Authority

Aspire To Higher Authority

 

Weekend Lite.  It is Saturday morning.  Checked the email and now the morning news.  Ask myself, “What’s on my schedule now that I don’t need to go shopping?”  Is a problem I solved during the week.  Bought a second car and just left it in the driveway.  Said,  “You can drive it, if you go shopping first and stock the shelves for the things I need.”  Was smart, and now I have a lot of free time.   So was checking to see if there were any college football games that had my name on it, and was a must watch situation.  None were found.  Now am looking around.  Wrote it down,  but wasn’t sure how it would fit in my day.

 

“Aspire To A Higher Authority.”  Stared at this for a while, and decided it could be my picture-blog for the following week.  New Blog Site, Thinkr.com, and is a word press driven place where I can write down my thoughts and let them sit.  Not the higher authority I am seeking, but solves my situation of figuring what I will do, next.  Higher Authority.  Let somebody else take care of me, and perhaps that was the motivation for buying a car and leave it sitting in the driveway.  Just knew somebody would come along and ask, “ How come you bought a car?  You live in a nursing home?”  Of course this is yet a variation on a theme, which I wrote about last week.  “What have you done for me lately?  How will reading this benefit me?”   And he smiles.  Continue.

 

Word Gathering.  Oracle Comments.  Wisest man on earth.  Looking for somebody to tell me what happens next.   Words and music, and have time on my side.  For now.  Weekend Lite.  Somebody showed up and took the car.  “Where you going?”  “Shopping.”  “Don’t forget the peanut butter.”   I said.

 

Higher Authority and is my weekend word.  Not sure that I will find one, or if I am taking the task seriously.  Aspire to a Higher Authority.  Catchy phrase and now I have made it a blog title.  So now I just sit and write.  Gives me something to do.  Feel comfortable in my own space, and have a comfort zone in the peace and quiet that surrounds me.  No need to turn on a football game.  Just enjoy the moment and see what happens.   Alone with me.

 

Higher Authority and it isn’t really my answer.  But others remind me of their problems,  like fixing Health Care in the United States, or keeping the guy in North Korea from blowing us all up.  Current Media Stir and like I said.  “Turned it off.  Not listening.  Weekend Lite and it is nice and quiet now.  Plan to keep it that way.  Wisest man on earth if I can accomplish that, and if I can’t, will aspire to a Higher Authority to fix the things I cannot.   Not sure, if I really believe in what I am saying.  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Was willing to go along with the majority of those around me.  

Then they elected Donald, and I am left with a few questions for which I have no answer.  Donald Duck.  Quack.  Quack.  Back where I was when young and innocent.  Talking to myself.  Had a lot of imagination then.  Didn’t matter what was real.  I was busy in a world-of-my-own-making.   Kind of like it is now,  Weekend Lite and everybody is gone.  Left to my own means.  And I am writing next week’s picture-blog. Simple like that.

 

He writes.  “….. over the years, I have been blessed to have great mentors, teachers, family, friends, that taught me about life.”  When that didn’t work, I learned to read.  Learned a lot from books.  Did my lessons.  Wandered  off when people said,  “He is smart.”   Wasn’t interested.  Had other things to do.  Now I write blogs.  Took me a long time to realize, it is okay to aspire to a higher authority, but in the long run, you might not find one, nor what you are looking for.  Had a talking horse for a friend once.  Mr. Ed.  He was taller and bigger and higher up than I was.  Looked up to Mr. Ed.  He was my friend.     Was my higher authority.  One of many.

Am an adult now.  Look down on things, and turn my nose up into the air, as if this will guide me to where I am going next.  Pretend.  Don’t complain.  Learned a long time ago,  if you don’t have a family, create one.  Re-invent and Displace the things that aren’t working for you.  Say it once and mean it.  “Not a good idea.  Now go away.”   Is how I do it.  Have done this more than once.  Replace doubt with utterance.  Say it like you mean it.  Higher Authority Tone.  Then hang up.  Walk away.  Distance yourself from those things that aren’t working for you.  

 

Present Moment Existence.  Example is Weekend Lite.  Give somebody the keys and suggest they go shopping.  Works most of the time.  Is America and weekend and most people don’t work on weekends.  So that’s the answer.  “Drive away.  Will be happy to see you when you come back.”   But of course, when that happens, he is on Sunday.   Another day and another situation in present moment movement.  “ Watching football.  Talk soon.  Just not now.”      “Text-me if you need something.  Now go away.”

Higher Authority 101.  What to do if you are not happy and in a relationship you are not in love with?  Reinvent yourself.  Change.  Seek a higher authority if you need to.  Like I said before, “It is not me.  But you can give it a shot.  I’m smart but not that smart.  Trust me.  This is true.”

Amuses me.  All those things we do in life.  Exercise daily, body and mind.  Keep a journal, perhaps a blog.  Do things and hope that in the long run this satisfies.  If not, try something else.  Never perfect, but is the way it is for me.  Perhaps, it is different for you.  Would be nice.  Would please me if you have found the perfect world or situation for yourself.  Hasn’t been that way for me.  I am blue collar.  Trial and Error kind of guy.  Like buying a car I don’t need.  Parked it in the nursing home parking lot.  Give the keys to whoever requests them.  Reassure myself.  “I am insured. Even so, drive carefully.  Pick where you are going and arrive there safe and unharmed.”  Over the years this has worked for me.  Seeking a Higher Authority amuses me.  But mostly,  I have taken care of me.  One way or another.  Later I will aspire to a higher authority, but for now.  “I am good. “  Space is empty.  Everybody is out shopping.  Weekend Lite.  Am writing a blog.  Peace and Quiet.  Love this state and state of mind.  In the present moment.  “Don’t bother to TWEET.”

Multifarious Misdirection

Multifarious Misdirection

Today is a picture day.  “Picture This.”  He said.  “Working on the visual side, and hope to give a glimpse of the future.”  Read the title and didn’t exactly know, what it implied, and what interest I might have in such writings.  ‘Multifarious Misdirection.’  As we know, he starts with one topic or mentioning, and then veers off in another direction.  Multifarious and is said to mean: ‘… having many varied parts or aspects.’  Maybe that explains enough and I can move on.  Multifarious and what does that mean for me?  Now redirects and comes into your living room.  Pointer and laser sight zooms in and finds you reading this blog.  Drinking coffee or something, perhaps.  Looks in your direction, and asks:  “What have you done for me lately?”  That is my interest.  How does multifarious misdirection fit in that scheme?  More questions.  Some unanswered.  And that gets his motor running and into low gear.  Just getting started, and he drags us along with the conversation he is having with himself, now appearing on-screen and in digital print.

The word phrase, ‘…up close and personal…’  bothers me.  How close?   

How personal?

Are you just being friendly, or are you here to share some multifarious misdirection logic and lore with me?  So far, am a few steps away from you.   Feel safer that way.  Can’t make out what it actually means.  ‘Multifarious misdirection.”  And more so, wonder if it will benefit me.  “What’s in it for me.  What does it mean for me?”  Now that leaves a first impression.  Centers me and makes me think, “Continue.”

Rounding the bend and seeks clarity.  How far back do we go to give this a historical meaning, and ascertain his reference points.  Was multifarious used in Medieval Times?  Are his intentions for bringing all this up, Medieval?  Now that gets my attention.

 

Prince of Broadway.  Man on center stage taking up space and light.  Getting the applause that was meant for me, and will force the recognition point, “Why continue, what’s in it for me?”   Reminds him to stay on topic.  Up close and personal.  “Relate all this to me, or I will be going now.”   Digital print.  He sees it now.  Knows what must be said next.

Is a private journal posted in public.  Defines what he sees when visualizing the term ‘Public Relations.”  Now he knows.   Tell this.  The history of advertising and of public relations is too often a history of the misdirection of desire.  Make it personal.  “What do you want?”  and he looks closer.  Uses some of his skill.  “What do we want them to want?”  And remembers back when he was in college, back in the days of mid-century history, that he writes about a new idea:  “Want Creation.”  1950 and into the 60’s.  Nation just coming out of world war.  People and their sacrifice and going without.  Now comes the face of black and white television.  Plus advertising.  This is where the term, multifarious comes in.    Conceive and imagine what people are doing, and what they want.   

 

Multifarious:  ‘… having many varied parts or aspects.’

And now we know.  2017.  Many years later.  Consumer Demands.  Materialism.  Back to the question, “What’s in it for me?”

 

How we answer the question is important.  But is all of this diminished now, because we are not at war, and we have a lot of stuff.  Material possessions.  We have a lot.  Is our current way of life.  If you need or want more,  dial it up,  Amazon.com.  Go shopping.  On demand and in your own way, acquire and return that which does not appeal to you.  On-Demand and that is the prevailing wind that blows me off course.  Multifarious Misdirection and is clear, that the aspects are many, and it is up to you, how to identify what comes next, in the UPS packaged delivery, that gives both excitement and surprise to the life your living, even now.  Online and on-demand.  Power is yours to choose and design what we will call, ‘ Center Stage of Life.’  Answers the question and points in the direction: “What in it for me?  How will I benefit? 

Applause please.”

 

Stoney Blogger and it makes him laugh.   Can now visualize what it means when he talks about, Multifarious Misdirection.  Take center stage.  Direct all the attention to you.  Take up the light and feel the power of heat, with all the cameras on you.  Hollywood and so much more.  Visual presence and it makes you feel like a living god.  Well for some this might be true.  For others, it Is just the outcome of having a smart phone with a camera, and allows taking of SELFIE.  Must be careful with generalizations.  Must stay on topic and measure your response.  “What’s in it for me.  How do I benefit?”

Not sure there is much more I should say on the topic of multifarious misdirection.  Keywords have been stated.  Seems there might be some conflicts of modernity suggested, but am sure its not up to me to state what might be good for you.  Would be interested in hearing about how today’s world benefits you?  But won’t press the issue.  Vices and Virtues and am sure there are plenty.  Want Creation.  Personal Desire.  And it interests me.  A history of misdirection,  multifarious or not, is it Medieval.

Remembers that it is a picture-this-day.   So will plot a course of visuals that might redirect this whole conversation.  Realizes that pictures are not necessary.  But is his protocol now.  Mixed blessing.  One blog.  Two styles.  One with pictures.  One without.  And he remembers to ask,  “How do I benefit? What’s in it for me?  What have you done for me lately?”   And he answers in this way.  More pictures.   Visualization is the key.  Less talk.  Less words.  More pictures.  Is the key.