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and respective of the righteous peculia rity of the co mmunity o f
man. When I want earnestly to communicate my brain to people
distant across the face of the earth I imagine the vibes as I pound
on the keyboard, sitting and standing, turning my hands and
pouncing them fro m one octave to the next, turning them over and
thumping my knuckles gently upon the keys of the piano.
Concentration co mmunication as imagined commitment to
pleasing thoughts that are sent to travel upon the sound waves as
though they'll reach my mo m (now in the hereafter) and alert her
to the fact I'm thinking of her. This point implodes unto itself and
withdraws its energy through an abyss to the point of Unity o f
One. There is no special quality of my talents; I just make a lot o f
noise, but enjoy myself doing it.
I AM loneliness can exist when a soul essence is detached fro m
the data stimuli that signal his existence , those being the
interchange of breath between me mbers of the same species .
Thoughts certainly travel on energy waves and could be picked up
by a person with aware ness sensitivity consciousness. There may
even be trans missions on the subconscious wavelength. The route
to overco me loneliness is seemingly companionship . The
consumer must be warned, and especially the desperately lonely
who have descended into lost alo ne loneliness. They are targeted,
an including myself; we are sucked into cultural traps that culture
merchants set to deprive us of resources that are more increasingly
difficult to obtain. My return from Seelittle Sunshine in January
2011 ignited a flashback to previous expression of my soul
essence, not reincarnation, to a space in a statistical format of time
measured on the past having beco me me, and I AM being.
Picture a chart, or graph with an axis of ten -year gaps; the othe r
axis a measure of energy impulse percussions took place during
each periods of ten years. It imposes a perspective on the me mory
section of my mind; like a drawer in a bureau or a file in the drawer
(as data was once preserved). Except, however, for its being
imbued with kinetic force inscribed here and now as me mory cells
that can be drawn out of the savings account of worthy
introspection that have led to my humongous literary
accomplishments, if I do say so about my self. The account as I
best recall is as follows. M y first flight to Israel in 1973 thereafter
in '83 (years of a failing marriage), '93 (years of struggling to
improve ethical standards), '03 (years of being a middle-aged
grandpa), and 2013 (sharing actual creations produced creatively) .
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