Madge Midgely e Alessandro Muresu: Fct 1&2

-my lost tapes

Sono molto contento di quanto ho compiuto oggi. Sul mio canale YouTube ho caricato i due tronconi che costituiscono una lunga traccia che Mandie mi ha inviato pochi giorni fa e alla quale ho lavorato immediatamente, chiudendo le incisioni nel giro di un giorno solo. Non ho ancora finito di ringraziarla, sia per il prezioso contenuto di quella mezz’ora circa di intensa notturna immersione nella natura dei rapporti, con un telefono a fare da medium mentre attorno si sloga un traffico dal lento respiro che sembra procedere ad occhi chiusi, sia per apparire fra le mie collaborazioni ed ospitarmi fra le sue. Anche per chi conosce poco la lingua inglese, diventa emozionante seguire le inflessioni della sua voce che varia con l’intensità del racconto e delle considerazioni. Ma non sarà difficile capire il senso. Mi ha subito impressionato la potenza di quei pensieri e anche il modo pulito e schietto…

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If I am to take you at face value for the work done under a different lens, then I’d agree whole heartedly

I’ve yet to have conflicts with the space of your spirit and it’s astute ability to gain such levity and perspective

It was just a few years ago I began my personal triad on the elements and ideas of layers but no one wanted to listen

Suddenly I understood it all to a new degree, after a dream, or a vision

My excitement couldn’t be contained, so I spilled over this fervor onto the lives of others and they pleasantly asked for a napkin at first….

The second time was beyond inconvenient; I’m not sure if the third was the worst or just a curse~

We haven’t talked much since and I wonder if I stained their perspective?  Should I request a cleaning bill?

I sat with Swedenborg on a swing, in a park after dark so that we could share a distant perspective over 3000 years under stars that only seem to shift by season.

I pushed forward in my wondering, in regard to worlds he knew better than me, before he interjected and said that “I already know.”

Not even “knew.”  Know.

“No” was exactly my conditioned response.

How could I possibly ever know, or knew…

And then I saw the layers of my beingness laid out liked embroidery rings of various sizes, inside and out like stacked Russian Dolls.

One inside the other with plenty of wiggle room.

Tonight every cell is full of love from top to bottom. Radiating from in to out.

The First One layer is always sending that intention. The time has come for us to let that knowing be- Our being.

I will set my radius as far as Spirit or Heaven will allow.

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I wish there was an “OFF” switch for feeling

Or a big  red button saying “REBOOT”

because I see- I am you, and I know those bruises but we feel complete with commiseration.

If I could find this proverbial fuse box, I’d break it; I might even rearrange the settings

Tamper with the electricity that powers this frequency that looks to destruct through connected unavailability

Here is me, silently okay in a quiet and dark corner avoiding the horrors we choose to ignore

But what do I know?

We can’t live with this dissonance if we ever have a hope or a chance for something better, because the weather is shifting, and most find themselves unprepared.

Hearts are shifting into definitions that have little relation into the articulation of the station in situations.

So what do we do when we are asked to respect old grooves while carving new corners?  There are many among us and not one of us was given a solid tome to reflect on. No book for “Modern Day Manual of Spirit, (For Dummies)”

But we die every day looking into the faces we may see in our proximity.   And the pain is so palatable sometimes we are unable to find remedy.  But we seek it.  Mr. or Ms. Fix-It, on the corner.

Today my eyes were opened wide on a past I had, because of the current situations of an old friend, and it required deeper introspection.

I’m floored.  I’d say more but I don’t need your questions to implore these newfound breaches of the innocent by their own accord.

Here is where I settle the score.  All IS FORGIVEN. I will keep living, and if my meek voice isn’t heard it will resound in a ROAR.

Until then I will stay in safe places around faces who pose no threat, because the best and worst yet, are to come.

 

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I’d trade in all this tobacco for a wide green pasture planted with plants that meet my pleasure.

I’d cast off this cyber connection if it led to the lesson of real interconnection.

I know I can go to the earth and immerse, but while I am human I love to converse,

plants are quite peaceful and abundant in knowing, I know that us humans continue to grow and I want to be a little water.

I want to redirect the sun.

I want to speak sweetly as the seed has just begun to grow.

I want to show what I know with a peaceful hand.

I’d trade all these advertisements for one real conversation about something that doesn’t rely on superficial reactions

So, I will keep sewing, quietly toiling while minds keep wandering to pointless places

I have a love, I wouldn’t trade, no matter time or day

Take it or leave it, I haven’t put an expiration date on it… but that doesn’t mean that it has a shelf life beyond me.

I don’t work in guarantees.

I offer what I can, while I can, relinquishing my hold on what I think I am

I work for Creation, because in lonely days that is the singular satisfaction I find to encompass everything we blind ourselves toward.

Focus on the seeds of being that are ready to burst free with life and living.