PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM

Rather than asking you to head back to the ranch, I’ve chosen to post insight-driven intuitive additions, which rode out of my think tank on the strong flanked steed of hindsight, this morning—right here, so here goes—

Though readiness to describe my homework assignment, which I've been doing, daily for weeks, is not yet mine (for reasons as yet unknown to me), thank goodness I've been heeding the astute guidance of my therapist, because otherwise, I’d surely have lost hold of my line of self control (and my personal sense of safety, as well) during last weekend when kavanaugh’s confirmation was passed, dividing our nation even more than before.  I mean what woman in her right mind can feel safe while a sexual predator, lording power over all in The Oval Office, appoints a second sexual predator to sit next to a third on the highest court of the land.  And as to innocent until proven guilty, well—I’ve experienced cause to believe that when electing presidents (and senators who then elect our Supreme Court justices), it’s not too much for the general electorate to expect that the sexual history of each of these candidates to public office be above predatory reproach by women who have dated or worked with these men or else we declare open season on the virtue women whereever they go, year after year, being that role modeling leadership filters down from the top.  Seriously, if leadership starts at the top then safe guarding the preservation of the existential freedom and diversity of millions of lives depends upon outing those who get off on secretly bullying the vulnerable.

And having clarified why today’s main point has pricked at my peace of mind throughout the transparent sham of kavabagh’s vetting process, you may want to review revisions made, this morning, to the post published just before yesterday’s was copied and pasted right here—
Hhmm ...

THANK GOODNESS I'VE BEEN KEEPING UP WITH MY HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT

Though readiness to describe my homework assignment, which I've been doing, daily for weeks, is not yet mine (for reasons as yet unknown), thank goodness I've been heeding the astute nature of my therapist’s guidance, because otherwise, I’d surely have lost hold of my line of self control (and my personal sense of safety, as well) during last weekend when kavanaugh’s confirmation was passed, dividing our nation even more than before.  I mean what women in her right mind can feel safe while a sexual predator, lording power over all in The Oval Office, appoints a second sexual predator to sit next to a third on the highest court of the land.  And as to innocent until proven guilty, well—I have experienced cause to believe that when electing presidents and senators, who then elect judges, it’s not too much for the general electorate to expect that the sexual history of these candidates to office be above reproach by women who have dated or worked with them.  Seriously, if leadership starts at the top then the safe keeping of millions of lives depends upon outing those who get off on secretly bullying the vulnerable.

And having said that, you might want to review revisions made this morning to the post published just before this one—
Hhmm ...

HOW DOTH 'ROE VS WADE' EQUATE WITH 'THE RIGHT VS DEMOCRACY'?

Anna North
The Washington Post
October 7, 2018
“... This is the power of #MeToo — it’s baked right into the name. Nearly every time someone has made the difficult decision to open up about harassment or assault, others have been there to say, ‘We support you. We believe you. It happened to us, too.’  Women who come forward about sexual misconduct have always been at risk of, as Dr. Ford put it, annihilation. (Dr. Ford, a professor of psychology, is known to choose her words with préciseness of thought.) They have always faced the possibility that their words will be disbelieved, their pain disregarded, their lives upended — that they will be reduced to a mere footnote in a man’s life.  What’s different now is that, more than ever before, Americans are coming together to resist this annihilation. It may be easy to erase one woman— it’s a lot harder to erase thousands.  Ford’s testimony didn’t stop Kavanaugh from being confirmed. But what she started when she agreed to speak to the Washington Post won’t end today. The midterm elections are coming, and with them the possibility that Republicans at all levels of government will have to reckon with the Senate’s vote. More broadly, a time is coming when powerful people and the institutions that support them are no longer insulated, as they once were, from the voices of those whom they’ve assaulted or harassed. That time has been a long time coming — since 1991, at least, if not before that — and maybe it’s not quite here yet. But it’s closer than ever before.”

Last week, I, being literally unable to
Speak, personified millions (not thousands) of
Women (men and children) who, having
Been assaulted by millions of powerful men
Were not ‘merely’ silenced but annihilated as if
Their lives did not matter, and though The KKK
And neo-Nazis doth not sit upon the highest court in
The land—the fact that thomas and kavanaugh do
Compels my intuitive  voice to say—just as
Black lives matter, the lives of women matter
The lives of gay men and women matter
The lives of all children matter
The lives of Jews, Christians, Muslims
Hindus, Buddhists, agnostics, atheists
Israelis, Palestinians matter—Why?
Simply put, throughout history:
People are people wherever we go
Suggestive of my drawing forth creativity
Day after day in hopes of inspiring thee to agree that
Tis high time to cross the picket line by voting
Your conscience over your party line, noting that
This unpaid political announcement was
Dearly paid for by yours truly when my
Intuitive sense of readiness to confront the depth of
My unhealed terror chose to deposit my unrepressed
(As yet unprocessed) fear of confronting
Further abuse, which, while suppressed from
Conscious memory terrifies every silent survivor of
Sexual assault subconsciously, every day, in
Your hands with hopes that you’ll believe me when
I say that tis no small feat to muster the courage to
Stand on one’s own two feet and face the world at
Large while mustering the courage to gently guide
Defensive fear to step aside so as to make room for
Self assertiveness to voice need for change for the better to
Stand tall and be counted on the Senate’s hallowed
Floor, because, ever since Anita Hill’s self respecting
Attitude freed her voice to rise above victim status
So as to ring out loud across the land of the free and
The home of the brave there’s been standing room only
For millions of us who’d awaited the Senate’s most
Recent ridiculous VOTE with bated breath for this reason:
It is vital to note that this most recent mockery of
Investigative work into kavanagh’s personal judgement (or
Lack of such) was ever meant to equate with a trial to
Convict a man with a price on his head of guilt or
Innocence of a heinous crime committed against a
Person more physically vulnerable than he—deeper truth
Suggests that these proceedings are meant to determine whether
A cool headed processor can cut through the mustard with
Objectivity intact whenever the going in our nation gets rough at
The top, and the fact that we all watched the GOP as well as a few
Donkey Kong players turn a blind eye to one particular, hot headed
Elephant in the room, who'd felt free to defecate defensiveness
All over the senate floor while our elected officials’ (who represent us)
Ignored anxiety spiking, transforming Jeckle into Hyde right before
The world’s wide open astonished eyes concerning that which was
Taking place in the center ring of this week's three ring circus, wrecked
The credibility of he whose natural responses under pressure van not be
Deemed the fittest over all other candidates singled out to be considered
To preside over the highest court in the land, which will determine
Our fate in the years to come as to whether or not we will continue to
Feel free to be you and me, which is why this week’s disgusting
Development leaves me thanking God for the fact that
Readiness for The Me Too Movement to finally arise (as did
David before Goliath), suggesting that the time is ripe for
Equality (which had been raped and plundered repeatedly
Throughout history) to smite the sharpened two-faced tongues of
Those Philistines who mistakenly continue to deceive themselves into
Believing that innocent young maidens, wearing red riding hoods, will
Grow up to become the next generation of handmaidens though
Deeper truth suggests that their grandmothers' terrified tales of
Woe, no matter our nationality or religious affiliation, will
Not die within the tongue-tied choke hold with which PTSD strangles
The blocked memories of survivors concerning where, when and
Who else was in attendance, witnessing our torment, which
Our defense systems may deny our conscious minds clear access to
For many a year until such time as our smart hearts feel compelled to
Untie each of those knotted memories, one by one, until all of
Our mental anxiety, which had kept a child’s innocent self image
Blindfolded, gagged and shamefully shackled to unfounded waves of
Self imposed guilt, which separated our think tanks from
Objective reflections by locking our existential sense of self respect inside
The darkest closet corner within a cabin hidden from presidential ridicule deep
Within Memoryland’s repetitive ‘I forgot’ nightmare just as Mother Nature in
All of her benevolent wisdom had silenced MY memory from remembering
Details so grisly as to save this Red Riding Hood from succumbing to
Self destructive behaviors (other than scratching to get out of my skin) by
Casting a sleeping spell of silent submission over MY head until
My world wearied acceptance of MY past fate gave way, layer by layer, to
Today’s uproarious sense of readiness to recuse WE of the fairer sex from
Genuflecting our heads in sweet silent shameful (?) submission to the
Self-empowered, hot-tempered, inflated insistence of false 'innocence' voiced by
Power mongers, who, like trump, work like CRAZY to withhold details of guilt
(As did—and do—those who still prove guilty of withholding the right to
Vote from Blacks in redneck areas, whose ancestors were enslaved, as well as
Withholding free speech from women, who like African Americans along with(
Minorities, in general, continue to suffer unequal pay and representation in
The workplace and at home (under the 'rule of thumb' of abusive husbands, who
Unconscionably beat their wives and children under cover of respectability while
Their conscience, hidden behind their many layered defensive walls deny
personal accountability) just as the vote had once been denied to any deep thinking
Good soul, whose patient, self-respecting, existential power is finally on the rise—
Amass—and though little has changed for the better between yesterday’s
Asinine vote and today's expressive demonstration of self disciplined indignation
One thing has:  My present frame of mind feels better having had my say concerning
My take on an outdated politically incorrect, flagrantly foul situation that
Continues to play itself out upon one half of the world stage while upon the other
Half we see an ensemble of Brothers and Sisters who, making up
The Civil Rights Movement, The Woman Suffrage Movement, The Workers Movement
The Sharecroppers' Movement standing in solidarity as would a Greek Chorus
Chanting aloud of what's bound to come: The time of readiness to unite is ripe, because
Rather than erecting walls, united we'll number too many to fail to elect
Representatives and Senators who will represent the majority of the people of
The USA with objectivity concerning common sense and mutual respect intact
As history dictates upon the time line, little by little, progress progresses forward
Hmm ...

JUST GOES TO SHOW, WE TURN A DEAF EAR TO TRUTHS THAT WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR

Will and I had the new and improved shingles vaccine, yesterday, and when we were told to expect to feel flu-ish, they weren’t kidding!

Though at first we’d believed that he and I had escaped unscathed (so much so that we’d thoroughly enjoyed the cool down—finally!—at Ravi’s 9am soccer game), both of us began to feel ever more sluggish by late afternoon 😴, so we cancelled our plans with friends for this evening, thinking to relax quietly on our own at an early movie—when—having gotten dressed to leave the house, nausea caught up with sluggishness, and with one look at each other’s faces 😯, we wilted, slipped back into our comfies, and were both lying down by 6pm—🥀

A MINDSET THAT REMAINS TOO NARROWLY FOCUSED IN HOPES OF PERFECTING ONE ASPECT OF LIFE WILL BLOCK OUR PROCESSORS FROM SEEING WHERE AND WITH WHOM OUR MENTAL SCOPE IS IN NEED OF A WIDE ANGLED LENS SO AS TO EXPAND OUR TUNNELVISIONED SIGHTS

As the last two posts were published with a host of typos left unseen by
My mind's eye, the editor, who resides within my thought
Processor’s apartment complex felt compelled to convey this fact to
The writer in me:  During the writing process, the narrowness of
My original focus had concentrated solely upon stringing together
A series of interrelated insights as fast as each one popped out of
My toaster thus blocking my think tank from sighting
Many grammatical errors, which, upon hindsight’s expansion of
My narrowly-sighted connection to clarity, came clearly into
View once my need to recreate a well balanced viewpoint between
Logic and emotional clarity inspired my emergent sense of hindsight
To feel compelled to repair that which had been left undone, post
Haste, which is why my brain, functioning as a rebalanced
Machine made up of many working parts, saw fit to simplify
The reader’s foray into the depths of my mind by way of
Concentrating upon today’s editing process in which contextual
Complexity was simplified by offering you clear shots of
Content, punctuated carefully by way of correcting
Errors in grammar, which had originally been sent into
Cyberspace, hit or miss, for sound reason—
Ohhmm ...

YESTERDAY’S POST SWELLED WITH INSIGHTS, OVERNIGHT

Just want to convey the fact that yesterday’s post continues to
Draw the intuitive portion of my processor into its magnetic field where
An ever lengthening train of inter-related thoughts is hungrily
Swallowing, digesting and absorbing additional insights into
My long term memory as though my processor’s ever expanding
Scope has need to satiate its hunger for peace of mind by continuing to
Advance my awareness ever more readily toward grasping
Deeper truths, which having ripened on the vine, over time, seem intent
Upon inspiring my sense of courage to challenge my sights to spy
New horizons, which are certain to emerge, one after another, as though to
Entice my mind's eye to grow ever more attentive each time the sun
Comes up high overhead in the sky as though signaling my think tank to
Spotlight the existence of a never ending series of tomorrows, each of
Which serves to warm my soul toward need to satisfy my heartfelt
Desire to digest each morsel of emotional nourishment, which, having
Been intuitively absorbed ever more deeply into my growing sense of
Self awareness, taps into my processor’s natural acuity to readily
Strip away at each next misperceived layer of undeserved guilt, which
Has denied my spirit the lightness of being to rejoice over love’s
Bountiful blessings feeling free of the primary inner conflict, which had
Erected a wall of silence, born of my childhood fear of
Emotional abandonment, based in my self-incriminatory, imperfect
Unworthiness to receive love, which had seemingly solidified
My defense system's need to construct a false front of emotional security so
As to mask my repressed fear of feeling myself set adrift through life’s roughest
Rapids without so much as a paddle, which, had someone handed one to me
I’d most likely have raised above my head to strike myself with harshly for being
Imperfectly human rather than humbling my ego to think to ask for
Directions concerning how best to put the paddle to good use so wisely as to
Captain my sturdy craft to head straight for the shoreline where an intuitive sense
Of mindful (rather than pretensive) emotional security awaited to embrace
My connection to wholeness home—and with today’s positively focused
Constructive attitude clearly expressed, thank goodness, we find ourselves
Cruising down the river of life, one day dawning at a time, just like
Insights lining up, each one stringing itself alongside the last while
Eagerly awaiting the next as though our think tanks were meant to calmly collect
And string together a colorful set of deeper truths worn lightly to replace
The heavy yoke of undeserved guilt that serves to add extraneous 𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 to
Life’s most contradicting brain teasing puzzle pieces until a child's smarts
Grow up and are put to the test of thinking out of the box so as to rearrange
Those puzzle pieces in such an intuitive manner as to draw forth
Bigger pictures that serve to guide your mind and mine toward identifying
Each piece of childhood’s wide-eyed assortment of emotional baggage that doth
No longer weigh down our spirits’ need to soar mindfully above
The bellowing, negatively focused, unmerciful attitude of self demeaning
Condemnation that’s pointedly indicative of the reflective effects that inherently
Keep our smarts stuck in the mud, duking it out with the classic power struggling
Side of human nature, where your inner beast and mine (which reside deep within
Our brain stems)  await to be unshackled from our walls of denial so as to
Bite, prick, pierce, pinch, punch, kick box, wrestle and scratch beneath
The surface of any good person’s peace of mind who so much as dares to stand
In our way of satisfying natural needs that having remained unmet, tend to
Grow so insecure during childhood as to advance toward overbearing
Proportions during adulthood until deeper truths, traveling credibly through
Insight-driven intuitive pathways, carved painstakingly into our brains, speak
Clearly and patiently so as to guide your think tank’s readiness and mine to
Come together, one bite-sized deeper truth at a time, thus offering
Your heart's desire and mine answers to classic questions left in the dark until
Each next deeper truth is freed to shine forth from within the complex depths of
Two old souls, both grown so naturally bold as would a pair of sunbeams, offering
Both think tanks sound reason to see need to muster the courage and
Humility to break through the bonds of silence imposed by dark clouds of
Childhood’s resurfacing fear of re-experiencing the irretrievable loss of
Parental emotional rejection, thus gifting a good person such as you prove to be with
The emotionally matured sense of readiness to rouse your intuitive powers to
Speak as naturally and freely to my heart as clearly as mine patiently continues to
Honor the magnetic field that draws my processor toward 'speaking'
My deepest truths so calmly as to gently penetrate your mind’s defensive wall of
Denial behind which I feel the depths of your heart, soul and spirit
Breathing me in, day after day, while I ask to receive nothing in return for
Being there for you until your natural sense of readiness to voice
Your heart's deepest desire emotes as freely from within
Your soulful sense of emotional security as is true of mine—
Ohhmm ...

WITH READINESS, A HEALTHY WELL-SPRING GEYSERS UP—NATURALLY

My weekend on the coast offered up much more than I’d anticipated
Why?  A door swung open inside my head freeing my processor to
Relieve my heart of painful emotional history that had clogged
The loops of my brain (like unhealthy plaque clogging vessels) with
Excess baggage, which poured forth from my depths as naturally as
Old Faithful geysers up from a well spring deep within Mother Earth ...
And as I’m still enjoying time with my dear college friend, having
Readied myself to fly home in a matter of hours—more later—
Why more later?  Because now that this door has readily opened as
Though all on its own, insights repressed for many years are sure to
Emerge and clamor for deeply considered absorption once
My peaceful home environment offers my think tank time to relax while
Intuitively reviewing and reconsidering conversations, which my healthily
Healing connection to wholeness had clearly absorbed just as I’d consciously
Absorbed every visceral reaction over these past several days that breathed
Sighs of release each time my intuitive voice offered my sense of
Wholeness (well grounded in the emergence of one deeper truth after another)
Sound reason to feel ever more relaxed as layers of muscle tension, based
In inner conflict (beginning at the age of three), melted clearly away as word
By word dropped off of my tongue as if a pointed icicle (which had pricked at
My subconscious layers of undeserved guilt) is wont to do on a warm sunny
Day, and as the piercing nature of this icicle transformed pointedly into
Clearly soothing streams of emergent deeper truths, the traffic jam, causing
Head on collisions between my childhood’s foggy, self demeaning misperceptions
Concerning my self conceived role as our extended family's idealistic fixer vs
Today’s adult, whose expansive dives into my past have continued to project
The ongoing development of the emotionally mature person whom I continue to
Grow toward being by seeking to absorb the self awareness that proves
Necessary to inspire my conscious mind to draw forth insight-driven
Trains of thought, which are sure to emerge during moments of solitude, which
My think tank naturally craves in the aftermath of any emotional encounter that
Proves so intensely visceral as to clue my think tank into the fact that yet another
Welcome change for the better, which has been taking place, over time, deep inside
My brain, has shifted an attitude that, having been born of subconscious fear of
My own personal imperfections long repressed from conscious awareness, has, upon
Full disclosure to me (over these past several days), stepped to one side so as to
Stop blocking my mental acuity from developing the readiness to divest me of
My childhood need to silence the self-assertive portion of my voice, which, over
The weekend, clearly spoke up, thus expressing exactly what I feel to
My neicce and nephew, whose hearts have yearned to absorb the depths of
My deeply considered emotional reactions, which, no longer fearing exposure
Flowed so naturally from within the depths of my mind's eye as to invite their
Hearts and minds to conjoin with mine as we three ventured ever so
Courageously into the holy sanctuary where deeper truth, cleansed of yesteryear’s
Emotional pain, resides within the cellar of every apartment complex that
Makes up every brain that houses the courage to peer ever more deeply inside until
The door to your personal need to freely and boldly identify, explore, reconsider and
Release childhood’s misperception of your existential expression of self expands so
Securely (thus clearly) before your wide open eyes as to invite your highly personal
Connection to wholesome wholeness to rest awhile until your adventurous spirit
Feels need to search for deeper levels of living your life so meaningfully as to
Follow your brain’s intuitive voice ever more securely into
The great unknown, which has been safely harbored within the inner sanctum of
The subconscious portion of your memory bank, all along, suggesting tha
The main root of your primary inner conflict, repressed (since childhood) has
Been hiding, biding its time to ripen on the vine, until the middleman (your
Intuitive voice) feels ready to act as the conveyor belt that passes information
Repressed within the depths of a child's subconscious, ever so carefully through
The connective tunnels that wind this way and that through your brain so as to
Reach the conscious portion of your processor, which, serving as the humbled
Receptacle into which deeper truths are (no longer empowered to scare
Your decisions into mental submission as had been true whenever your mind
Flooded with anxiety, had succumbed to need to herd solely within the narrow
Dictates of your birth family's black and white definitions of 'rights and
Wrongs'), are finally deposited, safe and sound, and since the deepest of truths
Eventually emerge to set us free to be you and me, scary memories squirreled
Away from conscious cognition emerge, layer by layer, once your secured
Sense of emotionally matured readiness proves the deepest truth of all to be
Much more your articulate friend than your silent, self defeating foe (who
Had landed a lifetime of low Undeserved blows directly at your most
Admirable, hard won character traits—Hmmm ... ‘‘tis becoming clear that
Today’s string of emergent intuitive insights is the tip of the iceberg that’s
Bound to melt so as to carry our life raft—I mean this blog—toward
The segway of the river where rapids, continuing to loosen one rocky
Reason after another that had caused a child to fear capsizing
The family's carefully constructed (self deceiving) floatation device
Fabricated of layers of denial in which natural emotions that society’s
Hypocritical dictates have twisted and turned into travesties of that
Which comprises our ‘real’ selves, have woven a web in which everyone of
Us remains caught—until every emotion that is natural to humankind's
Brain stem (from birth to death) has been freed from judgmental condemnation
So reviled as to live and breathe within the mind’s eye's resident apartment
Complex where love and passion, brainstorming ever more cooperatively with
Common sense and self control, reside in harmony, much more often than
Not—and wouldn't this be an idealist's world if that wish came true, today ...
Ohhmm ...