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Tulips At Home….

On two hundred acres, there is a lot of space. I remember the year, way back in ’28, we set aside two acres and planted tulips for a few years.

Every summer we would walk through the tulip fields and watch the birds come and go. There is a lot more to it than that. There were the years we took care of the land and prepped it for growing tulips.

One Sunday walking with my wife, we strolled through the tulip patches and talking of poetry and love. We fell into a trance and made ourselves just big enough to lay in the tulip at our feet.

It made lovely poetry. Laying very close to my wife, we spoke in beauty and love. Some two hours we made love, and lay within the tulip.

Then upon awaking, we were back to our right size. The lovely wife picked that tulip and carried it all the way home. She said, to me, I want a whole bouquet of tulips to lay in the window by the time winter arrives.

So we spent two months, picking tulips we had laid down in. Bringing them home and decorating the windows with their lovely flowers.

When winter arrived, every window in the place had bouquets of tulips in its window. It was beautiful. and we watched them dry all winter long as the heat from the furnace dried the flowers we had picked.

The lovely lady got a serious look in her eye, and she draws me close to her and holds me tight. “Promise me, next year we will plant poppies.” Taking her in my hands and kissing her whole, “Yes, poppies will look nice next year, you got it.”

And the seasons changed, and summer rolled in….

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SunDogMingo

copyright © 2019 Christopher Thomas

Remote Civilizations

In perfect weather that has been paradise for centuries, there is a group of beings that are envied through the galaxy over. These are the remnants of the buddhist monks from the twenty first century.

Being highly skilled in self control they have mastered the art of thinking, meditation, and the fruit of having done such is that they have become skilled in making of music, art, poetry, and are also exceptionally gifted writers.

After the war, most other civilizations had died off, or self destructed with a very high cost to their beings. Now in the late twenty-fifth century something has started to happen.

Peace has dwelled with me since the day that I was born. It’s been a kind world. Mostly because people have become kind in thought and deed and that the traces of hate and vile deeds has been wiped out for some three hundred and fifty years.

We have had the time to do our homework so to speak. We have found a happy balance of life, our work, and being compassionate. I’ve heard the world wasn’t always this way, but those records are sealed at the interior and no one is allowed to review them, mostly because we don’t want to go back to living and destroying ourself.

We are a happy people, our thoughts are good. Our actions are good. And in all that we do or plan there is good results that come from our actions.

The last hundred years have been a golden age of pure reason, for art, music, poetry, love, and social equality that the world may have never seen before.

We have advanced as a whole in technology and at our ability to add value to living each day. It seems everyone makes progress still despite having what many would consider a perfect system. Somehow it seems to always get better, every few years something changes and we look at wonder at how we didn’t know that already.

My parents named me after people that brought peace in the twenty-second centuries. My name is Luke Von Nance. Father a humble monk of the Shallot order is Vinderbock his parents thought he was a sour as vinegar. Mother thinks he is a sweetheart, the way he brings her fresh flowers every morning after having meditated for higher purpose. I think he finds his purpose in my mother.

Having a strong family in easy times is a cake walk. Some of the people that lived in the twenty-first century had broken families and bitter resentment and hated even among those that were living under the same roof.

Things are different now. Let us not speak of such things anymore, I fear that my thoughts of the past do not effect my soul for the better. The thoughts of my present situation have a better effect upon my psyche.

Today is nothing short of perfect. I hold no resentment towards any sentient being in this world. As my actions would show that there is perfect melody of peace within my being. And of truly awful things we leave those to the humans of the past.

Those who are dead and gone, not only in deed but memory. Their evil perished with them, and they are not remembered in this world any longer. They only speak of the hurt from the past, that living had become so painful that it’s a miracle that we survived as beings through the periods of time that we have.

Tomorrow will be the day my life changes from childhood to becoming a man. It will be the Thirteenth birthday for me, and though I am young; my skills in reasoning, meditation, self control, and peace have been instructed to me since birth.

This does not mean that I’m perfect, there is always something new to learn. However the Shallot monks of Sundogmingo know that the only learning and experience that I can gain now is what life choices I make in my life from these days forward.

Although no one is ever certain in life, there are things that I can look forward to with a satisfaction of knowing. Unless I should fall from the top of a roof while wild wolves run at the bottom of the castle; no harm will ever befall me.

I will grow from my present into a full eighty years or more before life departs upon my perfect life. I can lay my head down at night with the knowledge that when I awake I will have a full day of life ahead of me, and that it will be worthy of having lived it.

If there is one piece of knowledge that I have ever learned it is this; that love always sets you free. It does not enslave or seek to oppress others.

And as I close my eyes tonight to sleep peacefully I know that I will find happiness in my life, it has already began and tomorrow it will be confirmed with the SunDogMingo and Ma and Pa.

Chapter Two

Life unlike a dream has a certainty that can not be mistaken. The light coming in through the east window and the cool breeze that blows through the rooms west wing.

I wash my face and dress in my blue robe. Then with my head held high, but with a lowered gaze, walk into the west wing where Ma and Pa are waiting for me to appear.

“Doesn’t he look splendid today?” Ma asks Pa with flowers in her hand and a smile upon her face. “Yes, he does look dashingly radiant today.” Pa adds with glee in his step.

we eat a simple meal for breakfast, whole grains and fruit from a tree we have only one name for, which we call red white meat. The skin of the fruit is red, but once pealed it has a white fragrant meat to it. We eat them whole, and digest the seeds.

Today I will stand with the others in my group that are of the same age, with a ceremony to acknowledge my change from being a boy to becoming a man. It’s a simple day with simple pleasures to be found in living and the enjoyment of new experiences.

We walk across the plaza of Del-lima to be greeted by the others. I see a crowd of some fifty people gathered together. Together thirteen of us stand upon the stage and look out at the audience before us.

There is Nat Hanh on my left, Alexey II on my right, and his right are the twins Wayne and Bruce. On their right are Smyth, Wallingford, Grigori. On his right is Gregor, Mark, and Lucas. Griff the tallest and Benedict are furthest from me, even though we have been closest friends since I could ever remember.

It starts in a low chant, ‘O, ‘O, ‘Om. Gradually getting louder and louder and standing here now, this moment in my life seeing my friends with me, my loving neighbors in front of me, and the chanting I know that my life though pleasant will never be dull.

The chanting ended with the throwing of the balls at the fifth stanza of ‘O, ‘O ‘Om. Then we all chanted, “Om Mani Padme, Hum” for a cycle of forty-two seconds. Thereby completing a total of one minute and thirty seconds of what flashed before my eyes even while trying to slow time down, it went by all too quickly.

I had seen it while growing up, that these big men stood on stage and where celebrated by the whole gathering of SunDogMingo. Today looking at it from my eyes, I see the passing of a child and birth of a man.

Though I will live with Ma and Pa some six more years into the future. Which seems so certain for me that any other idea would be absurd.

Now we distribute through the town and in the morning we will all be assigned our stations of employment to SunDogMingo and what our responsibilities will be in the years to come.

In my peace, in the serenity of the moment; the facts did not register with me. It did not feel a lie, there was no untruth in my heart or mind. And of the village only truth was to be found.

A simple people with simplicity without needless absurdity. In the morning we would begin to work as under scans of the order in ways which are more than two thousand years old.

Chapter Three

Sitting in my final day of passing into manhood, while in meditation of the navel fruit, I discovered that perhaps something had changed within me. It is more than just a feeling, it’s a continuum of thoughts that have summed together in my life to form a new thought, and a new feeling within my breast.

The thought is atman. But the feeling is a fire that burns like a furnace with boiling water that the fire flies up and licks the water bowl clean. And then I knew the passing of my childhood a certainty and that my manhood was not only truly beginning, but evolving.

After ending my meditation, I walk to the family study, where Ma and Pa are. “There is a roaring fire within me, oh Pa will it consume me?” I exclaim upon walking into the room. Then Ma and Pa rush to my side and hold me tight, then Pa says, “We know son, we all have this fire within us. It’s who we are, it’s why we are here, and it gives us our strength, our might, and our peace.”

Then Ma takes me by the hand and sits down upon the sofa, and she says, “Now we know that you are our son, for the fire doesn’t lie, neither does the force by which we live.”

Pa still standing looks within my eyes and searching says, “You can learn to control it, to master it; to let it guide you, to protect you, to always guard you, and to be stronger than you will ever imagine.”

“It is Atman”, Ma says to me, “And now that we know, we can be sure that these are truths that we have been blessed and loved.” Pa walks through the study, doing something I hadn’t known of before, brings forth something I have never seen as if by unknown power.

Pa takes what seems to be a black box on five sides with a lightbox in the front of it, and using his finger touches the light several times then holds the box close to his ear.

“He’s ready. We can be certain. He will report tomorrow morning as we had planned. Only spare the report, and mark him for average.” Then he placed the black box back within a fold in his garment and looks at me. Then the question in my mind could not be spared, for I asked without thinking, “I’m not average am I really?”

“No son, not average. But many will have questions that need not be answered now. It’s best to keep this a private matter, we do not speak of this to the others.”

With just a look I could see that it was time for my next training and I bowed twice, once to each of my parents and excused myself to holy absolutions.

Twice my mind calculated the distance. The span of time that stretched from this morning until the moment of my awaking. It was not more than sixteen hours today. It had been one hundred and fifty-six months since I was born into this world, yet today felt like the first day of life for me.

It’s more than a feeling, it’s a living force that flows through every living, time, space, existence; if it was something you could physically see it would flow through all matter and anti-matter.

Chapter Four

Yellow leaves, blowing upon the walk; through the air and upon the branches of trees. Autumn, like a silent Om driven in. It’s not resistance to change, it is acceptance of more than star systems in flux. Ma says the tree’s are called Maidenhair tree; they have such pretty leaves in the fall.

I stretch my mind often. Sometimes slowing time and covering great distance while moving no further than in a sitting position that is motionless. The experience leaves one to ponder, there is more to life than superficial existence.

When thoughts are not painful, one is free to experience the joy of freedom of thought, and make gains from its value. Such is the life of the SunDogMingo. We simply extract the force through the fire and bring forth pure reason.

There were many things that people argued about in the late twenty first century. However pure reason can not be condemned. It what is accepted after the ash has been separated from the iron. We keep the iron, and use the ash to make soap.

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A short note

Walking north, the path continues. We have been walking for ten days strait. ‘You would think the path would arrive somewhere?’ When someone travels, there is the expectation that they will arrive. If everywhere you go; there you are, can you ever really go anywhere?

Maybe what people want is to get out of their heads for a little while, to not feel their skin in their mind, like concrete in the walls of the tired mind.

People want to escape. But where? How? Seems everywhere they run, there is nowhere to go. How many try to lose themselves on the road, or in the bottom of a bottle. only to wake up and have to face the stark reality.

Maybe if you travel this path, you will see that others have made the journey. To freedom. To hope. To purpose. There are worse things than to arrive, like not showing up at all. It’s better to stay on the path, to bear the thorns along the way.

It’s not all green grass and paved. There are places the path has been washed away. Still you can find the path again, and continue your journey. It’s not all up hill. There is the journey across the sea, through the meadows at the shore. There are mountains to climb and make it through the pass up on top.

Then you have coming back down again. Through the desert. Across the no mans land of the sand and stone, where only snakes endure. Make it out of that land in a day, stay there not.

then there are forests to crave. and lush places where the rain has tended kindly. somewhere there is a cabin, way over there on the other side of all this.

Can you make it? it’s just a little further, if not along the path of forever, you can only stay a second. then it’s off to the palms for the weekend.

Sometimes the journey is as wonderful as having arrived. Sometimes makes a good story for when you get there. Seems almost forty-five years along this route. Maybe stuck on some dead end.

But the coffee shop is just down the street, and I can drive. It would be nice to fly. but that would be overkill. I could have it shipped to me, but by then it would be hot. I only like iced coffee. But the good coffee fairy likes coffee too, and she brings me a cup of nectar every morning. Like flowers to humming birds.

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Myths Of Dating….

You know after having thought about it, some people believe in soul mates. After twenty years looking around the world of dating, I call bullshit. You would be hard pressed and damn lucky just to find someone with a soul these days. The world of living clay with spirits dead, if you can find someone with a soul in today’s world; you better keep track of them.

Most of these people are little more than zombies and AI bots. But should you find someone with a soul, you better stick close to them. Most of these humans have no soul. They are as lifeless and mindless as Zombies. They have no soul. And they admit they have no soul. So if your searching for a soulmate, don’t look in the human race for the love of your life.

There are other beings here. Find them. Care for them. They are likely as beaten and abused as I am. I hope they are in better shape than I am. But it’s a sad state of affairs these days. Keep searching. Ignore the human race, they are soulless and mindless. Look for people that have more to live for. Look for the people doing something real. That have a fire inside them that burns. Those are your people.

Find the time, before it’s too late.

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Social

The Fall. How modern society failed!!

We seem to be living in interesting times. That seems to be a blessing and a curse, like some double edged sword in the hands of a mad man. Seems these days, just trying to get something to eat is like playing Russian roulette. Society has all the signs of imminent collapse. Everything is pretty much broken, no one listens anymore, no one cares.

It was my belief that it could have been headed off at the pass, and avoided all together. However after a recent visit from a family member, it seems that it’s pointless to sound alarms or jump into the first flight to Prague. I think the music should play on as the ship silently and most obtrusively sinks into the sea with all its passengers aboard.

It’s been years of bloody minded torture and abuse. The fall of society is only the beginning. There is hope to be had. That from the ashes and burned out bricks, that new systems of thought will arise and take hold. One of the problems is that the same thinking that caused these problems can not continue because the problems will only surface once again in the succeeding system.

Be brave, carry on. Maybe the future will be better because of it. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

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Modern Sorrows….

Everyone is pretty unhappy. I know. I feel your pain. I do. Lord knows, I’ve got enough of my own. One of the biggest problems that keeps happening in today’s society is the problem with this existential crisis. Things are being loved, and people are being used. Everyone is in a very judgmental frame of mind. They don’t want to take the time to understand.

One of the problems that this existential crisis is causing is that people feel emotional starvation. It’s eating us alive worse than any flesh eating bacteria. People are starved for connection, for peace of mind. I see that humans are having a tough time. I know it’s rough.

Try to connect with your fellow beings. Otherwise, I suggest you get a dog. There are some ways that a person can make things better, however I feel that no one wants to listen to logic and reason about how to deal with these problems.

Everyone wants the instant fix, the quick fix, and everything is more instant than interesting. Pity. This could have been avoided in whole. There is still time to make it better. If you just want to. Take the time, find out. The love you save could be your own.

There is more to life. Humans aren’t ready for the basic stuff, much less anything better. If you are strong enough, rise from your slumber and help your fellow beings along the way. We all need each other.

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Doubts? Stone Cold Hard Facts!!

The chances of me becoming an internet celebrity is nill. As in actually “Null” So I have to ask myself what my purpose here is going to be. One of the thoughts that I keep going back to is who I want to influence. And to answer that question one must ask themselves how much change they want to make.

Since I want to make a significant dent in the universe, with the biggest impact possible; then the answer to that question would be to influence the people that influence others. There are big changes that need made. It seems this world has become a cruel ruthless place to exist, and I’m not so sure everyone is actually existing.

It feels like a lot of these people are living like zombies and quite content to continue down that path. There has to become a point that is an end and a new beginning. Where everything gets better for everyone in good ways. I’m not so sure that people will want that. It means they won’t be able to make lame excuses for themselves.

After two, almost three years of running my blog and my website; I have found mostly disillusion with the process. It’s not half as glamorous as they would lead one to believe. While it looks cool in the movies, it’s not really as great as they would lead one to believe.

Also having real life connections and positive role models is vital. It is most certain that one needs connections in real life in face to face communication.

Make life kind again.

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Humor Social

Did You Know…

There is a whole page on my site devoted to did you know quips. But that isn’t what i want to talk about. This did you know is brought to you by the sky. Did you know that clouds can melt? Have the conditions ever been just right that you watch the very clouds melt right before your eyes?

It’s possible. I’ve seen it first hand. I guess if the conditions are just right, anything could be possible. While not everything is probable. There is a lot more that could be possible. Just keep that in mind. So my suggestion is you spend some time this summer watching the sky and see if you can spot any clouds melting away.

It’s quite a thing to see. Now if we could just make some of the problems we have melt like those clouds. Then life could be better for everyone. It’s possible. There would be new clouds to form, but even they are not permeant. Make the best of your life. Do the best you can with what you have. Don’t give up. Fight it up.

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The Blue Sea….

The blue sea, where the wind blows across the top of the water. The fish know nothing of the wind, maybe except flying fish. The whales and dolphins know. The birds know. But the fish in the depths of the sea? They haven’t a clue. Maybe they don’t care at all? Does the crab care if the wind blows?

Maybe we should tell them the sky is blue. Maybe we should tell them there are a million ways to live. Sentient beings should all know there is more to life. Maybe some mad man will put a song out about it. Everyone needs a song to sing. What’s the matter here?

Some friendly tree, that knows more than me. Maybe there is something to learn, some cosmic joke that the stars all sing; maybe the fish in the sea know that tune? What is this world that we don’t know all the facts? We are born to love, yet these sheep have been taught a lesson of hate.

Maybe the goats are too stubborn to give up their love? It may not be perfect, but at least they be trying. The rest just follow the herd, going about watching tv, and talking about people in mindless shallow ways. Where be the love and kindness? They have pity on their lips, but not in their hearts.

Maybe we need some whale to teach them a lesson? Maybe there will be sea monsters that rise from the depths and give a damn. Some flying pterodactyl that doesn’t like robots? Everyone needs a hero, these days they are few and far between. Maybe we need the ubermensch?

Something is wrong with this world. I know not what, however I’m at my wits end about finding a way to make it better. Something isn’t right with the way people are living? How are you living? Really how are people living? Is your life good and are you strong? Come to the aid of your fellow beings. Be kind.

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Humor

The Generation

The greatest minds of my generations have been nearly destroyed and wiped out. It seems that the effects of today’s society has broken the spirits of those that dare to dream. Few have survived the fall of grace from the table set so high that even robots couldn’t achieve status.

I’ve seen most people try. I’ve seen most of them fail too. As if somehow my generation was doomed before birth. It’s to the point that good people are scared to continue to try, they have been knocked down, beaten back, and kicked to the ground so many times that they don’t want any more failure.

Seems the only escape route there was is “Hair Styles of The Damned.” It’s unfortunate. Even so, some are brave enough to carry on. Don’t let the buggers get you down. Our future is a long road ahead. Waiting for something?

Some advice about Coffee Press. If you are anything like me, you likely brew some of your own coffee. One of the things that is important is using a good coffee press. It’s also important to do some maintenance with your coffee press to keep it brewing good coffee.

One of the important things to do is make sure the top of the press is kept clean. You would be surprised how much gunk gets deposited in the bottom of the top. More than you would think possible. Keep that press in good working order, and keep it up to snuff. That is to say, “Keep them clean.”

Enjoy that cup of coffee. Better yet, make mine like iced.

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Poets

Poets are the light in a dark place, even when they dive into dark themes. -ctopher

In thinking about the power of poetry. It is not only the ability to define logic and reason, but it’s also conductive to making those who have lost hope, or feel worn out feel alive again. It can kindle fire’s of hope, and desire; however more importantly, it’s the light in dark times.

Sometimes we all lose our way. Sometimes we feel more lost than everyone else. Sometimes we can feel a mutual shared experience from seeing the same poetry and sympathize with not only the author, but also those who share the authors sentiments.

Burn

In our haste, we were too greedy to realize our loss. The day the books burned, the day the poetry was outlawed, was the day humanity was no longer human. That mystery of prose, that fancy of letters carefully crafted, was all that held the human race from regressing back to chimpanzees and emotional ameba.

The very things that make life worthy of having lived, should not be defined by your bank account balance, they are not the things you can find in a sports car. Those things are nice, but not as important as finding personal satisfaction for having taken the responsibility of a citizen and fighting for what’s best for everyone.

Today, we are faced with dilemmas that need the human mind to awaken. Rise from your slumber, and slumber no more. Without action, our future is as bleak as the day the books burned. Good Gods Urge, what kind of world do you want to live within? They couldn’t really be serious that they want mindless zombies with nothing of depth to rule chimpanzees that only dust the rocks and turn the sticks?

There has to be more meaning to life. Otherwise, of what good is living? Put value on meaning, on understanding. Have more value than being able to sweet talk the cashier into giving you a twenty percent discount. Do what you can to make life cool for someone. Find out what people need. I know what my needs are, but what does humanity really need? Well besides a swift kick in the pants?

Start Writing

If you don’t have a connection with your soul; my advice is start writing. Keep writing. Until you find the poem with the meaning of life, for it is locked away. Should you write poetry, perhaps you will learn logic and reason. Maybe you will find meaning in ideas? Perhaps, should you really use your noggin, that you can be a light in a dark time.

They say it takes a heap of sense to write good non-sense. Poets jest not with poison, use your hammer, and hot iron; that the wordsmiths may craft a world of love and compassion. Only respect the printed page, the digital bits on your screen; they weren’t something random floating in the sewer. They are here to encourage you, should you find no peace in that; then hide your poetry, lock it away in the shallow mind of yours and some dark day when you find no peace in the latest shows on tv, mark the words, you’ll wish that you knew a poet.

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Uniformity: Social Links

In the process of creating some uniformity, I have simplified my handles online. Now that everything can be found at the following addresses.

Instagram: @mydigitalchaos

Twitter: @mydigitalchaos

Hopefully my creative efforts will work out. I’ve spent the last two and a half years working in almost total and complete isolation. It would be nice to talk with someone that understands. Working in a vacuum isn’t much fun, and it’s sometimes downright painful to have to endure.

I hope that you will reach out and contact me. There is still much work to be done in this project. There are some plans of doing a book giveaway in the near future. Stay tuned to see when it happens.

Still, one doesn’t understand the life I’ve lived. Maybe it’s time to make some changes?

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Humor Joking

Digital Chaos Redux

In the beginning, there was a computer. The computer geeks programmed the computer to do their will. Somewhere in the flux of the ether, and the fits to be had; not everyone was happy about it.

That is to say that it made a great number of people very unhappy. Now days it seems that the swing of things isn’t as good as it could be. Which is unfortunate, because everyone could have a better life.

Without trying to be revolutionary, we are bringing kindness back into the world. It’s not too late, and worthy of everyone’s time. If we all work together, then much can be accomplished to make life better for everyone.

Many people have forgotten the basic reasons we started in the first place. They have let the distractions distract them, and now most humans have the attention span of a gold fish. Which is unfortunate, because sometimes one must simply focus on the situation long enough to arrive at an answer.

The computer Geeks are going to restore balance. Bring light back into life, and reprogram the Matrix. Perhaps we will find the poem with the meaning of life. I doubt it’s written in PERL, but it might be worthy of your time.