Oh to Wonder. Wander wonder. It's all the same. Falling off the beatin path.....drifting amongst the tides of Wanton deSire. Escaping Your MInd to visit some other thoughts for a while....Pausing ever so lightly to allow Truth to enter Your contained Cell of Truth.
I often Make Believe.
The whole concept, Oxy Moronic in content. MAKING Believe...causing fantasy. Allowing abstract to be perception. Wishing unknown to Be Real.

Can it Be?

Is IT?


If I only knew..... I would tell You.
Yes.





Do not preTend. Make Believe....

I love your writing.

I am very glad and thankfull You enjoy our Words Amykins...I only hope they can inspire Higher, as many do here in the Land of KNowFlakes.

Let Us pre Tend or Image in that rules need not apply to Our thoughts....that perimeters and bound-our-we's exist not. With only possibilities reMaining in our Stream of Consciousness, we fish for hopefull Whims of childhood Dreams... casting our Line into the deep Emocean of the See....Trusting that what we may real in, is what we need for Now.
making BELIEVE...faith without Knowing.

I love that too! How do you do it?

Playing on Words is a game that requires no equipment, has no rules and can Be done a Lone. All though, it is much more entertaining with the mouth and hands, a ponderous Ear near and enough Time Out there.
For Words are our tools by which we Commune I cate.

Our priviledged Master of Sounds and Cymbals all-ows Us to search for the purrfect Pronunciation and their Meanings, as related to our Thoths and Feelings.

We need to speak as We breath...using our intoNations to give the Word Feeling, and Physique...

Paint a picture of the Artist within...
Convey the small curious Child, fearfull of asking the wrong Quest-Eon or saying the utter Silly NonSense...
ReLease the captive Bird that sings in the SighLends...
Ignite the Strong SighLend Type...
Comfort the Anxious and Angst, the Hurt and the Hungry
Search in Vain for the True Name of Love...

Words are Gifts we Use to Open our Minds.

thus through Prayer and Meditation...in redundant Wordage...with In-tension and deSire .....our Words make BELIEF from our Thoths and Feelings...
"telling ourSelves over and over,.... it Will Be All Right...." ....Hear my Prayer...A men"
Talking indeed TO ourSelves and making Believe from my Belief..from my Words...from my Mind....from my Heart....from my Sol...
....making my Witness of this Time and Place REAL through Belief. Reliving my Life as I am a Live. All ways Being born a Gain.

Whoah. Lasso that Spiral Chahlie.

Ah, but too, to pre-tend is to tend in advance, tending the garden in which the seeds grow to make be-leaves...those leaves that appear before the flower blooms.

Maria,
re-flecting earlier genu-flections of in-flection
backatcha!

Oh, to Make Believe,
To Tenderly care for the sprouts of our dreams be-leaves.
In a World of carefully constructed and familiar REAL?ity.....
Dive head-first into the EmOcean of FantaSea (FantaSEE)....

From our first beginnings we're told of the World we See....
Programmed to believe we Collectively See
the Same Surroundings.....
It keeps us Sane
to Be-lieve in a reality that's Tangibly Tamed.

But Our Soul See's the Wonders in the Hidden Energies we Feel
Such Sights our Eyes are trained not to Reveal.

It is Here that I Be-lieve
and Free my Sights to Wander
In Hope Beyond Seeing
A Brave New World of Flight
Swim into FantaSea
Beyond what Appears only to Vision
Beyond
Laws of Perception
That Hinder our Freedom
With Claims of what's "Right"


A Place of New Aware-ness
In The Deepest Stirring of the Soul
It is here That I Live For--
Alive with Open Wonder
Of All I've yet to Know.

wow chahldean, maria and blue dove

those are the most beautiful words i have read in a long, long time.

i would love to read more.

amy

More!
Old soul Chaldean
More!
I long for worlds unseen
Places only real
in your mind
Wander, oh wonder
if I can find
a realm of light
purples and lilac
More!
old soul chaldean
more!
Pave the path
that I may walk
toward fields of sunflowers
and rabbits that talk
Giant spheres everywhere
here and there in the bright pink sky
who's pretending? but this we call reality
The biggest liar that could ever be
from here to eternity
for all is an illusion
a fragment of our perceptions
While if one day we could ever learn
to let go of the illusion
the lie we call reality
then only then in our wildest dreams
we'll take a fresh breath of reality

Wow Rachel, you're awesome too!

Yes.
THE Garden of Tendencies BeLeaving to Being Green, pre-tending to Believe that what is seen
Is All there Is.

Astonished at it's own Everlasting Newness...
BeLeaving that Itself is as Green as it will Ever Be seen.
And it Is.

BeLeaving it is the Fruit of it's own LayBore...
Hiding within it's own Perception.

Until.

One day.

The Garden Be Leaves Beyond Itself
Be Coming

One



Flower.

For Seeing is Beleaving...
And Beleaving is Be Coming
and Be Coming never Really happens ...

making BELIEVE One is the Flower and not just the Stem keeps Us growing.

Mmmm. FantaSee.
Where Day Dreams run Wild. Unharnessed by shackles of schedules and orchestrated Time Zones...
reLeased into the Ethers by One Single Mind...staring so intently into Space. Where No thing dangles before our Face. Confusing Us to Think.... Distracting Us into the Bore Dome of Mundane Existence. Watching. Waiting.....

Fantasy
Is the Key
that intercepts
the Doors of PerCeption
drawing them near with InTend,deSire and reFlection.

.....Open Portals in the Mind's Eye
Willfully entering into Our Selves.....
Be Leaving Be hinderance Be hind
Well Coming All Imaginings Fantastically
As we See Them
and Want Them to Be.
Us as We fantaSee Our Selves.



The Want to Know.

The Need to BeLieve.

....Opens and Allows Escape...at any Time and any Space.

When One needs to PreTend
Fantasy is Reality.
And so It Will Be.



One Day.


When FantaSee IS Reality.
And not a Day Dream.

Ill Use Eons.
Yes! The Eons of the Ill Used indeed...
Lost somewhere between Power
and Greed.

The impressEons of our Selves seen within this Whirled.
An Act created with Smoke and Mirrors
Designed to Deceive
The Only One who can See.
Me.

Practiced daily in Fine Routine
Honed.
Crafted.
Rehearsed in everyday Existence....

making BELIEVE to PreTend the Ill Use Eon is Real.


Knowing

the Creation knows it's NOT the Creator

but Believing it could be....

Be Coming the Ill Use Eon of Reality
Breathes Life into Our Lives....

Sighing in Gasps of Hope.



You KnowFlakes are Some Awe!

AmyKins

What would Words Be if No Eye to Read? You are Some Awe Your Self Amy.
An you can tell her that too!

My Elf laughs a lot. Bubbly sunshines

Thanks

I am glad Your Elf is here...and I am sad of Your news and your suffering. I am sorry and have You in my thoughts.

Twas a month before Christmas and all through the malls....everyone busy, roaming the halls....searching for items to fill in the Void, listening to Jungle Bells and getting annoyed....
checking their Pilots to see what the date
Has Christmas come early or Thanksgiving too late?!

The lights in the Windows, the stars on the Trees, the seasonal aisles filled with disEase.

What is this Madness that starts all too soon?
Was Christ born on Christmas or maybe in June?

Making Believe seems to have a dual nature during this Holy Day Season...with Children on their best behavior and Adults on their worst...the days are filled with Marketing Mayhem and Early Bird Sales, creating a BElief from disillusion that our Lives would be more meaningful with more Things to have and hold....creating a Sharper Image of our Selves, through Mass Media and Mesmerization...cataloging our Selves into a Cyber Shopping Frenzy. We are lost in ReTale. A Story repeated earlier every year it seems.


Meanwhile, back in the DreamWorld of Childhood...kids everywhere inhale every ounce of Seasonal Stimuli, believing every Word told to them, in hopes of attaining their Wish List, following their role models on line to the register. imPatiently awaiting the day, when Santa was born and Jesus brings them Gifts.
Ooops. Reverse that.

I am not sure when making BElieve went from pondering and preTending to Advertising and Mass marketing...but I do know in the Grand Scheme of Things, we are only kidding our Selves....And ours Elves are much smarter than that...watching us with a discerning I...hoping One day, we will allow the Light to come forth and shine soully on the Reason for the Season.
And truly make all that glitters, Golden.

Until that day, we take You now to a Word from our sponsors.....

One Day.
At a Time.

O, man
tonight you are
way beyond cool.

Here and over on the other thread.

Now, don't let that go to your head. But I'm IMPressed with yo' bad blue sELF.

Love,
Maria

P.S.
I met a man from Mars
He picked up all my guitars
And played me traveling songs
And when we got on ship
He brought out something for the trip
He said, "It's old, but it's good,"
Like any other primitive wood.

-- that Neil guy

. ..making BElieve.... brought to You.... by Glenda...Good Witch of the Knoweth.

mARIA I love that Neil guy as Well....
He da Coolest. Ever dare wuz.
Too Cool.
.....And You a CoolFoolToo. (and very kind...)

and Divinia..halo to You !
making BElieve I see....
That makes me HapFull.


The North Pole must Be a Quiet Place....Still. Serene. Solemn. Solaceous. Certainly Cold
Brisk. Biting. Bitterous. Bitterly Bold.
A Place for very Few Living Creatures I presume.

All Most No One.
How could any One live there?
Way Out. There.

Far. Away.

.....Very Far Away.

Why would anyOne live in the middle of No Where, in a Toy Mansion, surrounded ONLY by Elves and Fairies, Food and a Fire, snacking solely on Cookies and Milk, working only one Night a Year?
WHen everyOne else is piled up somewhere, behind some desk and paycheck, surrounded ONLY by Trolls and Gnomes, cawfee and sickarettes, ingesting Agita on Caffeind and Cream. (+ 2 sugars for me ) Working only 358 daze a Year? Sheesh.
Duh?! Do the Math!

Only MirAge Images and Tales of Mythical FolkLore past down to the Masses as Legends and Lore, magically making us Believe in that Life....that Place....that Spirit of BEing.

The Spirit of the Saint whom may Live in this Place.
Some One BEing Special. One who IS Special.
A Special BEing....Whose Entire Existence relies soully on Our BElief in It....and It's Beliefs.


The Core Being, Giving.
Of Itself.....All Ways.





Do You Believe in this Being?
Does It have a name?
What does It look like?
Is this Being amongst Us?
Is that what we are seeking in the stores?

Have You ever seen this Being?
If You have....
tell me what You know of It...


what You've heard....

Purhaps even Seen.....

Quick! Look out that Window!

Good Witch of the Knoweth! I love it. May I keep it? As for my fellow magical beings here in the North Country, I was always puzzled why the jolly old elf with the big curly beard sparkling of snowflakes would be known as Santa, which any old elf could tell you is the female rendering of Saint. Men go by San, as in San Miguel beer, San-serif fonts and like that. Santa goes with Monica and Fe and warm environs poles a part from peppermint sticks and bowls full of jelly.

My Snow Fairy is following in my fool-steps.



Maria

Hey Chaldean, nice to see you back and posting!

Oh my, Maria, she looks soooo cute!!! What a darling!



Making believe that life is all,
a connecting link that ties us together
is making believe that we are one.

~ * ~

Making believe makes us stand tall
making the person that we are now.

~ * ~

making believe
imagine, see,
making believe in dreams
you wonder,
no matter,
making believe
nothing matters
but sonets and dreams,
it matters.

Awwwwwwww So adorable, Maria. What a darling little snow fairy you have. Sooooooo cute!


Love, Connie

yu all are absolutely fantastic. seriously, if we were all in a room together the energy would simply . . . no words can describe it, but you know that feeling of goodness that takes over your entire being.

That would be a major blast, amykins!

Thanks for admiring my adorable one, Tina, Connie and Suchi. I can't help it. I have to agree with you!

Maria