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Just read the beginning if it’s too much

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence

BY WILLIAM BLAKE



To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage 
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions 
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State 
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood 
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear 
A Skylark wounded in the wing 
A Cherubim does cease to sing 
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright 
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul 
The wild deer, wandring here & there 
Keeps the Human Soul from Care 
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife 
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men 
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity 
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night 
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief 
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly 
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh 
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar 
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat 
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat 
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue 
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot 
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags 
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent 
It is right it should be so 
Man was made for Joy & Woe 
And when this we rightly know 
Thro the World we safely go 
Joy & Woe are woven fine 
A Clothing for the soul divine 
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine 
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands 
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity 
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight 
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar 
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore 
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death 
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear 
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun 
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands 
Or if protected from on high 
Does that whole Nation sell & buy 
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death 
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out 
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death 
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons 
The Questioner who sits so sly 
Shall never know how to Reply 
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out 
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown 
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace 
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow 
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply 
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile 
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please 
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt 
Theyd immediately Go out 
To be in a Passion you Good may Do 
But no Good if a Passion is in you 
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate 
The Harlots cry from Street to Street 
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet 
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse 
Dance before dead Englands Hearse 
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born 
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to Endless Night 
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light 
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night 
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day

I have a wound
From where the red blood flowed with clots that pained
Babies dead and nothing else remained
Yet I tried again and never knew
My interior a man might love to view
In childhood this place seemed so very small
Now it feels so huge, the size appalls
The envy of the plain, the vice of fools
This sacred space, a woman’s school
I have a wound

https://wikidiff.com/malice/envy

Evil comes in hardest times

So hard to fight with my rhymes

In a foreign country with no maps

Attention overworks until it snaps

I wander like the blind do, wrapped in fear.

I recognise no landmark, no friends near.

I have no mobile phone I have no torch

With clumsy feet around the lanes I lurch

Can we know when we should give up hope?

The landscape seen by grief is telescoped

Tiny defects seem like canyons deep

Living with no safety can we sleep?

Protective tools may harm when overused

The mind the brain the nerves become abused

All alone, when can we feel secure?

Who who will give us help, what will endure?

No man is an island John Donne wrote

Who will build the bridges to the heart?

I discovered a book recently called

When bad relatives happenen to good people

Is quite a complicated title because first of all you are judging your relatives to be bad and maybe they are in some way or other.

And you adjusting yourself as being good and and that implies to you that you should be rewarded by not having any nasty relatives.

Il it is indeed complex because I have a relative by marriage who is too old to read fortunately. This person has all the attributes externally of goodness

City devoted our life to the church it’s a good works preaching sermons leading retreats..

I find when I speak to her on the phone that usually ends with something wounding or cutting or spiteful but I don’t very much whether this is deliberate

Sometimes will refer sadly to the fact that she has never been married.

She suffers from depression

No it’s quite possible that all of us do things that we’re not consciously aware of such as making sly or critical remarks to other people or about other people and we may not know what the effect of this is but sometimes when this happens s you have to withdraw unless you know them so well that you can actually point it out.

And you can tell them they should be grateful that you’re pointing out this sort of thing because it will cost a lot of money to go to a psychoanalyst and spend several years lying on the coast when I could tell you straight away some of your habits that a brought you pain

In any case even if you are a genuinely good person who never deliberately and rarely unconsciously wounds other people why should you be protected from having nasty relatives because human beings are not saints and logically it follows that nearly everybody has got relatives who hurt or angerv them in some way.

So why does someone write a book about it? It reminds me of another book which I have not read but I believe have a good reputation and it’s called something like

When bad things happened to good people.

How many times do we have to learn that being good however successful we are cannot protect us from the horrors of the world or accidenrs floods etc

Some early Protestant thinkers believed that God would reward the hard work by wealth and so being wealthy was a sign of goodness and other people believed that if you are a good God will be kind to you and protect you from evil well that is not true as if you look at the history of the Jews in Europe you see the immense suffering they endured.

I think there are not many people who are deeply good because it’s very very hard to attend such a state living in this world

I know a lot of people who do lead admirable lives and help the suffering and the sick or produce works of art and poetry and literature that help many of the human race to rise above their suffering.

There is no way that can ensure that you will never suffer in life and sadly some mental illnesses involved withdrawal from the world because of the suffering and trauma a person’s endured but being withdrawn alone and on related to others is not a happy state for most people

And yet how can we live in such a world without becoming cynical?

If you can avoid becoming bitter in cynical it will benefit you and if it’s possible I have found that I am not cynical but I still suffer.

I don’t want to be cynical I don’t want to be embittered by certain things that have happened to me. If you believe that Jesus was the son of God or even Jesus has just a very special man who was holy he certainly suffered didn’t he question mark but what he cynical what he bitter!No

Of course  he did despair at one point

Some people have found that when they are suffering it helps them to think that Jesus also suffered although not as badly as some human beings have suffered in the 20th century for example.

How many people have felt alone in the suffering like Jesus felt while in the garden of gethsemane?

What else did disciples could you not watch one hour with me?

Certainly when we are grieving we sometimes feel that way that Peter cross the road when they see 

us coming. My sister suffered a great deal in her last 18 months but she did not seem to be bitter about her lot although she was sad because she wanted to see her grandchildren

She even appeared to me in a dream apologizing to me for the fact that she had to go home because she was so ill.

And after she died for several days I could feel a strong happiness as if she was at peace I have no idea what happens after death but it’s not as simple as it seems.

So my next book will be called why everybody has bad relatives and why bad relatives are not always as bad as they are made ought to be.

Ginger cat.. must be Celtic.

English style my way:make it coloured if you can.Wear a hat if bald.Wash your trousers as often as is sensible.Wash your own!It’s easy

Wash your clothes a lot but don’t iron them
Go out in only a T shirt and jeans in winter.
Old grey anoraks look good on most people,or so they seem to think
Wear skirts that show your thighs off or leggings that show everything else off or both or nothing
Do wear crop tops and low rise jeans especially when suffering from underactive thyroid disorder
Jeans with rips are perfect for old ladies.Rip it yourself
Wear thick padded down coats in the summer.
Never wear a summer dress especially if you are a man
Never wear petticoats and other lingerie.Just pants and top or vest
Wear a T shirt saying:Anti-Semitic, moi? while touring Oxford looking for pubs
Wear a T shirt saying :Belgians, go back to Congo.
Wear a T shirt saying :I feel Rubbish
Wear a T shirt that says :I luv money
Wear a T shirt that says: Educated in Burton, can’t spell
Make sure your hair is exposed— both head and pubic.
I don’t understand either but they keep saying,where are you from?
I say,here,But somehow they don’t believe me.
Actually, I am mixed race.So I am only British.
Even with ethnicity we have a class system with English at the top and mixed race somewhere further down.Ancient Briton? Sorry,dear

I’m in an ocean wild in my small boat

I cannot steer and with no power I float

I feel afraid, the waves are fierce and high

If  I’m washed away then I will die

I have no mobile

phone,I  have no light

All around are waves, a dreadful sight

Where did I lose my way, my sense, my skill?

Who can help me now, if that’s god’s will?

Sometimes we feel stronger in control

Deluded by illusions on we roll

Feeling frightened feeling small and lost

We try to carry on and count the cost.

Yet what may help may be inside, not out

The voice we hear is small , it will not shout.

Despair itself can heal if our mind’s still.

No social media posts, no unmet bill

And as we learn how weak we are, and rest

Another hand will steer but can we trust?

Instead of seeking power must  we give in

It may turn out in losing we will win.

Instead of proving self to be the power

Something quite unknown has won the hour.

We see the turtle dove as it flies near.

Let the unknow  hand be that which steers.

I wandered riotous in the crowds

The  police were gone, a false alarm

I called you once but you were out,

You toasted colder men

with zeal

Allied effects retrieved the seas.

A coast of EU golden bills

I sold it down a London street

The people’s eyes were all turned down

I saw the soldiers with their guns

I never knew what would be law

Cromwell came back,he is Keir

He feels no limits to his power

The prisons fill  The right wing jeer

Then comes the man, then comes the hour.

,
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
They don’t know how poor most workers are
They may not mean to sin or be unkind

We all have our defences, undefined
Unconscious of our malice, their despair
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind

The unemployed, disabled, are maligned
Without a proper voice , this is unfair
Who does not mean to be at all unkind?

Men have toiled for years in dark coal mines
Glad to be at work but often scared
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind

The poor are growing reckless, unresigned
Jerusalem, what has your Lord to say?
Which human does not mean to be unkind?

Ignorance is not the ideal way
Give money to the outcasts as they sigh
The rich may not be cruel, but they are blind
They do not know they’ve sacrificed their minds

Even love is subject to finance.

Children need their food, theit little bed

When we’re cold and hungry we can’t dance

Hoping for real love by happenstance?

Children may be born but are they bred?;

Even love is subject to finance

Do we need the lightness of romance?

Be like little children,that man said

When we’re cold and hungry, there’s no chance

But money by itself lacks elegance.

Tell us more about what some man said

Children’s hands reach out,as if entranced.

Be a slave to love but not finance.

The heart is wise, but reason writhes,is dead

I follow links but somehow lose the thread

Love itself has died on bloody sands

Why should the wounded fearful try to dance?

MARY OVERSLEEPS

Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and began to water her many tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now a little drier.Emile ran behind her admiring her tight black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of Wrath.Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out.
Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all.
Why not? asked her caring and dear neighbour
Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm.
A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Anniem licking her lips.
I can’t bring any man here so soon,Mary informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either.
Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble packing.
Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses in Woolworth’s.I thought they were ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway I wore themn But now few women wear dresses.Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner!
Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna.
Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France.
I want some tea,Mary said.Soon she appeared in a polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in pictures of snakes.
Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said.
I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression.
That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too.
Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew us.With strangers we need more rules.
I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed.
Shall we send one to Donald Trump.Can you believe what America is like if a man like that can be President?
Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had the money..
The two women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going
Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat.
Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie.
Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick.
Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got in the Victoria Bakery.
Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some hot tea,quick
And so pray all of us.
For he’s a Bally Woodfiller,
He’s a Wooly Sad Triller
And all day so are us.

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/article/2024/aug/21/toxic-people-avoiding-them-real-secret-longevity?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Hallowe’en
Stan was feeling sad because the clocks had turned back so it was dark at 4pm.His wife Mary was out on her old Raleigh with battery lit lights front and rear….though not quite on her ass.Stan is very vulgar sometimes as it cheers him up.When Mary gets home he did say to her once,You need a light on your ass .Mary,like the Queen, was not amused.
Emile Stan’s cat suggested they go for a walk before sunset and so off they went.Stan wore an old green overcoat and a flat cap.Emile was running ahead as he was so excited.Some times he sat on the sturdy old man’s shoulder on a cat pad.[On sale everywhere for two pounds ten and sixpence.]

Stan felt his spirits rise as he walked as the sky was so beautiful striped in blue and peach just like it had been in the Holy Land when he went on a Pilgrimage with other old Catholics from Knittingham Cathedral
How lovely it would be to walk in the wood and feel crunchy leaves under his boots.[From Hotters of Whelmersdale,Lanc

And Emile liked to bury himself in the leaves and leap put as Stan went by.But as they approached the wood a strange sight met their eyes,,, all four!
The trees were full but not with birds.They were full of cats.Big cats,fat cats,thin cats,pedigree cats,mixed race cats,cats of all colors and sizes.You can imagine the effect of having a hundred or more cats’ eyes staring yellowly at you in synchronized glares.Why,it was almost enough to send Stan running home for some brandy

Emile went nearer.He spoke to a big black cat

What’s going on?,he mewed.You are in my territory,

The black cat looked at him with his big green eyes.

We are witches‘ cats.We have come from all over Great Britain,excluding Northern Ireland as cats are not allowed on the boats now. no ratsl eft]..Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve and we are accompanying our multi-ethnic multicolored witches on a grand flight over Knittingham…tonight we are having,The Big Sing… at midnight precisely.
Did you remember to change the time on your smartphone,asked Emile.All the cats began to giggle and laugh.
We don’t need phones or clocks.We go by the stars and the moon…though doubtless the witches have watches.
Do witches have watches?,Emile asked Stan,after telling him why the cats were there.
Old witches have watches,Stan murmured,mesmerised by the vision of the cats swaying in the gale force winds.Thank God cats have fur,he thought lovingly.
Can we have a walk here,?he asked testily.
Well,Sir,do you recall a song from your childhood,If you go down to the woods today,you
’re sure of a big surprise.At your age,is your heart soft enough to stretch when you see five thousand cats…
I am sure I shall be ok as long as the Good Lord does not come here to feed them with five loaves and two fishes
All the cats laughed again.

Stan was puzzled how they managed to stay in the trees with wind and giggles and a few scrapping and fighting as tom cats so when lady cats are near.
We are already full of fish supplied by all the local pet shops,markets and goldfish bowls!
How disgraceful, thought Stan,to eat pet goldfish.but owing to the number of crazy cats he decided to keep quiet…As he got nearer he saw a few cats smoking pipes..Well,I never knew cats smoked,he said to Emile
.Maybe it’s magic mushrooms or coyote,the cat said cheekily
Do you mean peyote?,Stan said querulously.Coyote are animals..
Ah,well.you get my drift,Emile replied cheekily
What was most strange was why this big meeting was taking place in Knttingham
Then he remembered it was the cent of the UK…that must be it.Most intriguing to see all these cats.A few even had tartan ribbons on as they were from Scotland.But how did they travel so far.No doubt it was all arranged by the Chief Wizard.
Somehow Stan and Emile felt self conscious as the cats were almost glaring at them,reminding Stan of an occasion when he and his wife had wandered by accident onto a remote beach for gay nude men.The looks they gave the old folk were far from gay;So he and Emile turned round and headed for home… at least they were forewarned of the midnight concert they and Mary would hear.Stan made some tea with twice as many tea bags as usual.
as he was concerned he might get PTSD or worse,maybe kittzophrenia.This poor man was blessed with a vivid imagination.
When Mary came in from the University he called out,
We have had the most amazing day,Mary….But Mary was wearing a pointed black hat and cloak…. and a big smile.
I know what you mean,Stan….I am just off to take a peek myself.She picked up her broomstick and rode away into the darkening sky.~to think one could be both a witch and a mathematician,,though numbers have a certain magic of their own as we all know

At last I’ve touched the grief within my heart

Massive like a  sculpture from the past

And as I feel its strength my small tears start

There is no pain, the anguish  is confessed

Sometimes I have run with panic fear

Sometimes sought distraction, bought my way

But now my bones are old my eyes are tears

I hardly can make out the the light of Day

Stoney grief implacable as sin

Blocks my path but will not let me in

There is no hatref left ,it cannot win

Will never find the soul that lives within.

I have nothing left no gold no jewel

Love and patience must be my right tools

https://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2010/12/09/what-has-wikileaks-started/wikileaks-is-no-whistle-blower

I wandered lonely as a crowd

That shredded sex, that sieved the ales

Then all at once I owned a cloud

It soaked the coast with daffodils

Around the cake beneath the fleas

Spluttering  and groping.all our knees

Continuous as a face of  lines

That wrinkles as it come to mind

Chewing upon a Milky Way

God  creates  never-ending light

To help the rabbits have their play.

Ten Saracens saw I at the dance

Shivering and shaking with nuance.

https://www.taste.com.au/healthy/galleries/1-can-lentils-15-fabulous-recipes/shnk7jo4

https://freethinker.typepad.com/the_free_thinker/2009/11/daniel-dennett-the-oblivious-radical-skeptic.html

Is not being poor a trauma not so different from  long drawn out war

Where the mother wonders how she will feed her baby

When she herself can’t have the food she needs or wants.

where doctors communicate by text

And when you phone you are told to go online and fill in an e- consult form

How can the in larticulate do this and is it why they become abusive something I don’t recommend in any case.

I suppose everything is relative as they used to say.

Can your children do their homework somewhere quiet in winter; can you heat another room?

Where do we draw the line between war torture and everyday life for the poor the mentally ill the inarticulate the frightened the ashamed?

If even a mother with a partner and the safe job and money can fail to be good enough as Dr winnicott taught necessary

How much work is it for the mother who is alone, who hasn’t got enough to eat and is then supposed to be good enough for a weeping sobbing baby

I think people will say well she shouldn’t have a baby if  she can’t afford to bring it up.

I don’t go along with that statement

There’s a strong urge to procreate and it’s not happening enough now in modern society anyway

The education woman doesn’t want to lose her job or suffer too much boredom.

The teenager who’s not got qualifications may see motherhood as a career of a sort but she doesn’t know until the various board what the devans are like.

Why is it the responsibility of an individual like that to be 100% the care of this new baby when she’s never had any gift from society except schooling that she can’t learn frox.

In any case as soon as you are old or ill and can’t lead what is called a normal life society will seem grab you and put you into some institutions probably even worse than being in a real prison.

Yes there’s a lot of old people who are essentially imprisoned with no visitors and people say that they’ve got dementia so they weren’t no but I tell you they do know.

She said to me each day is like a year what do you do to past the time?

Hunt anywhere old people should not all be together similarly babies she’s not really reiness eight hours a day

Its a trauma not to live in a mixture of people. But why should a woman spend a whole life loosing after one baby when it could be it a nursery with 40 others and she could be travelling on the train into London to be a civil servant in the ministry of pensions

Oh maybe she could work in a factory where chickens come round on it and t on a conveyor belt and she has to put her hand in and pull that inners out as they go by on their way to be turned into chicken korma even with rice

It seems to me that there’s not much life it is not traumatic for many people and I wonder why that is

Grandad works in a coal mine for 50 years but he didn’t seem to be traumatized by that he was proud because in two world wars he was working under the ground and it was valued highly by the government and everybody else except those who paid the wages.

I suppose he didn’t expect much but he was married and had six children. Unfortunately my grandmother died young I never heard him complain although he did like to watch women dancing on the television I mean inside the television you understand what I mean

I saw his eyes gleam only once but I was interested by that

So how does something become a trauma like being left with six we never had enough to eatchildren of school age and their mother to bring them up?

Trauma used to be the physical injury and then gradually it became psychological or emotional.

It’s something that happens that your mind and body cannot take in and process so that it becomes a memory it’s too much so you choke on it and somehow it’s dissociated and cut off.

So you are split into parts which can’t seem to communicate with each other except through physical or mental symptoms.

Will it help to go to Walsingham and see a reluc from the heart of a boy is just been declaree to be a Saint by the Pope? If it helps why not?

Don’t talk about it these things mean something to the faithful and we all need faith at times.

Sometimes I think that heaven ans hell are in the unconscious mind

God maybe in our unconscious mind and that’s why we should respect it and be humble enough to know that there are parts of us which may be touching the sacred and therefore we need to be humble sometimes. But not humble before the government or the crazy people the populists and their hangers on

Well was it trauma when you couldn’t have those trainers that your friends had all the phone

Sometimes your mind and body can process it but it’s a big effort it may lead you to develop new skills but leave you rather shaking 9n your foundation maybe it is the lack of faith which is the trauma

Then we look for somewhere else to find the face and it could be following your bliss if you know what bliss really means which does not mean permanent joy and excitement all day long it means finding your vocation and that used to come from God and it may still come from God if we see God in a different way.

Intuition dreams interesting new thoughts finding the path was never easy

She left her body sitting by the bar

She observed the people from afar

She saw herself drink coffee eat a cake

She felt unreal, how should she navigate?

How courageous was this sister struggling on

Well  aided by her husband and her son

She even went to art class drawing flowers

She bought some paint and thus had happy hours

For some months the chemo drugs did work

But in the end there was not much good luck

She could not breathe she could not stop her cough

After that I never heard her laugh.

Through the glass so darkly we now see.

Face to face with God I hope she’ll be

No more dissociation,no more fear.

The world is worthy of our love and tears

The difference between counting and measuring is that counting is in whole units like one two three four five..

Measurement is a continuous thing so your waist can be 24 inches 24 and a bit more a bit more and a bit more and you can measure all that but the numbers you’re getting are not all whole numbers or even fractions like the square root of 2 is an infinite non-recurring decimal

So you have the concept of continuity which is a very difficult concept in some ways.

But with the digital age we have gone back to counting and you only need two numbers to count zero and one.

It’s rather like the digital radio stations as opposed to the FM radio stations which do you prefer?

I prefer FM.

But I think if we taught mathematics in schools starting when the children are old enough to talk about how numbers happened and these two ways that they happen and then it’s much easier for children or students to learn the technical side of it because they will see some kind of context and some kind of meaning to it

I have yet  to find any reasonable way of telling people the ought to learn how to do quadratic equations using a formula that they’re going to understand.

We spend too much time in school learning things we are told when we’re useful later on but it’s very hard for some children to believe it’s going to be useful later on.

Yet if people like to gamble on the horses they soon learn what odds mean even when they can’t do arithmetic at school

The west side of the Pennines is more stark

We drove from Leeds to Shropshire by the Peak

Although the snow was whitethe night was dark

From Buxton into Cheshire it was bleak

In the darkest season days are short

The sun had sunk before we reached a town

I preferred old Kent in summer caught

The burning stubble where old cliffs went down

The  brightest day the burning fire the light

The darkest afternoon on spiteful hills

Turning into blackness in the night

What is the puzzling is the human will.

We lead  our cozy lives in timid towns

Danger is enticing, risk the crown

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Posted on June 18, 2017
Mary went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.She no longer feared to see Satan, as compared to many living and dead human beings he seemed almost an angel.
Her hair was standing on end and she realised that it was one thing to buy a box of 24 combs from Amazon but quite another to use one.
Ah, well, Stan preferred it wild, she told herself.But that was a long time ago.It was no longer thick and wavy.That stopped men singing,”O Sole Mio” when she passed them while they were painting the outside of a neighbour’s house.They probably didn’t know what it meant and neither did she.
Why am I looking into the mirror, she wondered? Maybe I am lonesome.But who to visit?Who to invite for tea?
Emile pushed the door open.
Are you alright, mother, he mewed?
I am not your mother, Emile, she said to her little cat, being overly pedantic about every aspect of human life.
Ok,grandma,he continued.I see the Yodel van outside. He probably has something fo you or me.
Now, Emile, I’ve told you before you can call me Mary even if I am your grandmother.
Who was my mother, he asked?Did you adopt me?
Your mother was my mother’s cat “Arabella Stuart”.We called her Bella.Your father was a total mystery.
Presumably a cat, Emile pondered.
Why, did you think it was an animal of another type?
How about Stan.Was he my dad?
In a metaphorical sense, she murmured shyly.He loved you very much.And so do I.
When we watched the dreadful news on TV I was wondering if any animals had been killed by the fire.Nobody has said.I doubt if they would keep dogs up there but cats might have been allowed, he howled
Oh, dear,I admit I have not thought of that.It was so terrible seeing people waving from their windows holding their phones.Saying, I love you to their parents or children.And now the Chancellor says it is illegal here to use that aluminium cladding.
I bet he is going to try to oust Theresa May, Emile told her.
You men, you only think of one thing! Politics and fighting.And sex and hot sinners.
Do you mean dinners, that cat asked her?
No , hot sinners are harlots.
But how do we know it is a sin.To cats it is normal.Except we have no money to pay
I don’t know.The word sin is no longer heard as it is not politically correct
Whereas letting 58 people burn to death is politically correct as long as we don’t call it sinful.And all the others will be sick for years.
My God, you are getting clever, Emile, maybe you should run the country! Mary’s eyes filled with tears
You’d better make some hot tea with sugar, Emile announced.I will have 2 cubes.
They are not cubes anymore.They are spheres, she said softly.Sugrt spheres, How nice it sounds

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from a man
I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath
 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath
And so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk

From Lancashire dialect to Latin

Die, et ideo breviter allocking
Killin quod suus ‘vicis ut nunc dicimus
Ah, ah non shud et chodchod proposuerunt; sed oh
Opus, quod cuius effrenae libidini, invenient te ard

s ill i mammy tibi cito et moriar
A causa enim conteret: et ligabis
Allocking me sentire ill meks
Nonne mater iure testamentum facere?
Ego autem totum tuom est allooan Pyk
Impensis est weear vulgares AMBULO
Allooan sum, mi humiliavit uxorem
Allocking suus scelus ah scitote intelligentes

Ubi mi daddy quod suus ” ‘sit pipe
Ubi est Pater iaccam plena fumigant putas?
Illi volo, mi mam s alloooan
Vos, ed responsis horrent divum er gemitus

Ubi mi cat, et ubi canis mi
Ubi iscatur, rhoncus ea pallio, si frigus?
Factum ‘putas veteres pannos et antiqua aduncum per’ T vestimento
Eeh, Deus non potest repleti sunt ira?

Deus enim non omnes allooan
Numquam allocks, qui est lapis
Ut ‘quare omnes nos homines ut irata

lottery for todaySed videtur ah’ve inferos et certus sum
Nil, yooman manebunt.

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