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Not Wanting to See People

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Not wanting to see people and not wanting to be seen by people. You reach a point in your life when the years have transformed your appearance where you do not want to be exposed to public view. Being a recluse feels more comfortable to you. Isolation is not what you want but when you look at yourself in the mirror, self-quarantine becomes a viable option.

For a time, you use whatever cosmetic techniques valuable to mask the appearance of aging until you reach the ultimate conclusion that camouflage is hopeless. Disguising yourself is no longer an adequate alternative to reality and acceptance. The years have won. Now what?

You avoid being photographed as much as possible. Little things like taking out the trash becomes a concealment project. A knock at the door or a ring on the phone becomes a compromising endeavor. An underlying sadness is as much a part of your life as age spots, sunspots, liver spots, solar lentigines, solar lentigo, or whatever you choose to call them.

During a video conference you shut the camera off and only use the audio because you do not want to see yourself nor be seen by the other party. You prefer online shopping rather than brick and mortar shopping. You don’t go to the beach and just sit and watch the ocean anymore. The press of time as complete control of your behavior.

There is nothing that you can do. The vibrational frequencies of the universe can care less about you. The grave has a knife and fork waiting for you. The Moon continues to move away from the Earth at about 1.49 inches (3.78 centimeters) per year and your beauty as a youth nor your lack of it in your old age has any influence on this.

But there is hope. In a few million years the Milky Way galaxy will have merged with the Andromeda galaxy and become a Lenticular galaxy having no spiral arms and little star formation that emits various types of radiation which accelerates the aging process.

So, what do I do in the meantime? Stay shut in as much as possible to avoid being seen or stop focusing on my appearance and go about my business? The latter is the wiser but feeling good about oneself is a juggling act that takes extraordinarily little to fall out of balance.

Aging is not a process; it is an ongoing demolition having nothing good that comes out of it. As long as there have been people on the earth they have searched for a fountain of youth or some form of magic elixir to stop the aging bulldozing of beauty and vigor, to no avail. Which leaves me hiding in shadows and quiet to draw little attention.

But it’s ok because in my dreams I am not old and gray. As a matter of fact, I cannot recall any dream where I look as I do now. My behavior may not be stellar, but I am always youthful in my dreams.

The only thing that I can make of this is that there is an earth vibrational frequency where time and matter does not exist in the same form as in the carbon-based earth vibrational frequency, and this is the vibrational frequency I will inhabit when carbon-based have disintegrated.

The magic elixir of youth is where the Milky Way galaxy is in the universe and the speed of its rotation that forms the vibrational frequencies that mortals call time and matter.

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I know that I must be Dreaming

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I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep. Gentle thoughts parade through my mind. Thoughts that seem to have no dimension of time. Delicate thoughts of you and I in a place that only dreams can make.

Completeness has taken hold and the void that I used to feel inside is no more. I could not have made a wish, and I never imagined this could happen to me. And should I not believe it, all I have to do is look at you.

How beautiful is this new state of mind that encompasses me, filling me with that long sought after sense of being. It’s all about your eyes and even more about your smile when you look at me. Emptiness and loneliness are overturned and today is no longer moments passing away.

If I am dreaming, then let me sleepwalk straight into your arms. Let me know and not just believe that you love me. It is amazing how a moment can be so different from the moment before. Light to darkness and darkness to light, then everything is bright.

I am wide awake, but could I be dreaming? It is too real to be a daydream and too wonderful to be a hope. You must be. You are. And together we will. Not by force of mind but by soft whispers and many embracing touches.

I suppose there are many who go through life without experiencing true love. I wonder if there is any such thing as true love. There is no way to take ourselves out of the equation. How can love in its purest form be measured?

I have no answers and many questions, but I do have a firm foundation to build upon and that is my feelings for you. I cannot explain the mysteries of the universe, but I can convey what I feel when I look at you or hear your voice.

And that in its simplest form can only be described as love. Dreams in whatever form is for the living which I was not, only existing in a structure of life until I found a reason for living. It may be an illusion of how I want things to be, and if that is so, I will hold onto it as firmly as possible and not let go.

A stroll in the dark, relaxing in the park, a few hours at the beach, the sound of your steps as you walk towards me, all brings me dearer to cosmic harmony and a life experience that I can only cherish and harbor in a special place in memory.

I want to dwell within the secret quarters of your most intimate thoughts to comfort and nourish them. To explore the realms of joy in the tones of your voice. To be your pleasure that has more value than treasure. And to be with you when you need someone to be close.

I only want to be close to you and know that you care for me. I know that I must be dreaming, but I am wide awake and not asleep.

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The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

The Ongoing End of The World Hoopla in A Gaseous Fart.

Throughout human history, there have always been people who passionately predict the end of the world and the downfall of humanity.

The idea of death and destruction is inherently fascinating to those not directly involved, leading each generation to produce individuals who claim to have mystical insights into the future.

These self-proclaimed seers go by various names like prophets, channelers, remote viewers, shamans, spirit guides, mediums, and alien emissaries found all over the world.

These people want to be regarded as elevated above the average human hordes and compensated in some way for being so generous in sharing their unique gifts with the common folk.

There are cosmic vibrations, sounds, frequencies, and luminosities that hold a vast array of information that can be tapped into if an individual syncs themselves to and into these properties.

It can be suggested that the past, present, and future are cyclical events recorded within different spheres of consciousness.

They can be accurately decoded by someone who can momentarily break out of material bondage and elevate themselves to a higher plane of cognitive existence.

Self-proclaimed Prophets

Self-proclaimed prophets in Western cultures are primarily driven by greed, self-promotion, the desire for recognition, pride, and contempt for people, other cultures, and social norms to declare knowledge and information they do not have.

Some Christians embrace apocalyptic beliefs because of their conviction in the rapture doctrine, which leads them to feel unique, chosen, and set apart from all other people on earth.

I am not a prophet, seer, or shaman, but I can predict with absolute certainty that the end of one world and the decline of a specific humanity will occur when my body finally ceases to function.

I, unlike many who claim to have special knowledge, cannot predict when bugs and worms will consume me. Hopefully, they won’t mind a bitter aftertaste if they do decide to take a bite.

The Platians, Nibiru, Flat Earthers, and the Anunnaki all fit into the same category as the Christians, Jews, Muslims, channelers, and alien abductees. They are all seen as liars, either willfully or due to self-delusion.

These people are so self-absorbed that they constantly make themselves look foolish by making endless predictions that never come true.

They crave attention and seek admiration from naive individuals. They consume others’ thoughts and feed on their energies.

I believe that part of why people are fascinated by doom is that there is a desire within us to see the destruction of planet Earth and all its life forms.

We are spiritual beings, but we have lost touch with our spiritual nature, leaving us feeling incomplete and disconnected. This emptiness is filled with hatred and conflict, and we long for an end to this imperfection.

The point of all that has been discussed is simply that life goes on and everyone will eventually face the end of the world and the end of their life.

Despite not having any special powers or connection to otherworldly beings, I predict that every living person will experience the end of the world.

This prediction is based on evidence, not on falsehoods or wishful thinking.

A Personal Experience

I want to share a personal experience that has shaped my perspective on life. When my mother and grandfather passed away, I saw something inexplicable.

Following each of their deaths, I saw a radiant orb of light appear, swiftly travel along the ceiling, and then vanish into the wall.

I felt a strong sense that these orbs were manifestations of my mother and grandfather, as if they were trying to communicate with me.

I am resolute in my belief that my loved ones transitioned from one form of existence to another, and that my grief did not distort my perception.

In laboratories around the world, many people are actively working to bring to fruition the predictions made by certain individuals.

HIV and AIDS are seen as just trial runs for what these individuals have planned and are ready to release upon the world at what they consider to be the opportune moment.

The Vigilantes

I use the term “vigilantes” to describe them because they seem to have the mindset of an unruly mob that wishes to harm every person on Earth.

Of course, they will also target those who cannot be harmed with conventional weapons, such as bullets, bombs, chemicals, and viruses.

They may even try to create human-animal hybrids, despite the fact that such fabricated creatures are not able to reproduce and are destined for extinction, as showed by ancient history.

It’s important to remember that a little knowledge can lead to a lot of trouble. When individuals meddle with things they don’t fully understand, they are like infants trying to force the wrong pieces into a new puzzle and risk harming themselves.

The world we live in may be just an illusion or a small part of something greater. It’s like a dream or maybe a nightmare. This is why most things we see are like pieces of a puzzle that don’t quite fit together.

Our minds often see things the way we want to, not the way they really are, which can lead to unrealistic beliefs.

Short-term goals and events like sunrise and sunset are clear and simple. But long-term goals and the overall meaning of life are less clear.

It’s hard to know for certain why life exists and what its purpose is. It seems like life doesn’t have a clear, underlying purpose.

It seems that the original passage is a philosophical reflection on the impermanence of life and the concept of time. Here’s a rewrite to make it clearer:

The Planet Earth

The planet Earth will continue to thrive long after its current life forms have disappeared without a trace. Despite our perception of time, there is no guarantee of tomorrow.

We, as finite beings, should acknowledge our limited understanding and avoid causing harm and destruction.

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Hot Percolating Mineral Water

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Washing in the hot percolating mineral water of a spring warmed by the liquid asthenosphere of the carbon-based earth is the resemblance of the divinity Hathor who manages the sky and the idea of the heart. She who washes in foaming waters is a long way past human impulses having complete control of her desires doing just that which is a commendation to the beauty and the greatness of the endless vibrational frequencies of presence.

Submerging herself in the hot bubbly waters of a carbon-based mineral spring, the people of old look in wonder that she whom they love ought to benefit herself from an earth vibrational frequency that lays out them as living cognizant elements. Absorbing her ravishing chestnut skin in foaming waters warmed by the carbon-based earth’s liquid asthenosphere, the resemblance of Hathor celebrates the people who feel her solidarity when they when they come to a true awareness of themselves.

Endless Vibrational Frequencies

In a vast expanse of endless vibrational frequencies, she who washes herself in gurgling water can show her presence in all vibrations of real factors and in any evenness of presence that she picks since she is all, and she is anything that she decides to be. The divinity king unobtrusively looks as surges of mineral water warmed by the liquid asthenosphere of the earth sparkles as it covers the amazing physical make-up of the resemblance of the divinity Hathor.

The Divinity King

The divinity king might want to take her who washes, to catch her, to drink her, to stand her next to him, however being the similarity of Hathor she who douses herself with gurgling spring water is a power by her own being that cannot be challenged. The guidance of the consistencies will safeguard the poise of all elements paying little mind to which full it possesses. The advice of the counsels of the regularities honors the divinity Hathor who imagined them and to her similarity giving gifts of acclaim to her and to her resemblance from inside their gathering.

The divinity king remains on the mount of seeing and needing discreetly noticing the similarity of the divinity Hathor as she washes in hot percolating mineral water of a spring warmed by the liquid asthenosphere of the carbon-based earth. A liquid center of reverence and want drinks the divinity king’s psyche as a drop of mineral water tumbles from the similarity of the divinity Hathor’s lips.

His Spoken Words – Hot Percolating Mineral Water

The divinity king has an endlessness of magnificent words that he needs to share with her, to such an extent that his mouth will not open and pass them on to her. Somewhere far off the priestess of the evermore who are the entertainers of the congruity are superbly playing instruments and singing psalms that retells the narratives of old. Percolating mineral water of a spring warmed by the liquid asthenosphere of the earth is contacting and touching the actual qualities of the similarity of the divinity Hathor in manners that the divinity king can merely fantasize about.

The similarity of the divinity Hathor realizes that she is being watched, and she knows by whom she is being admired. In another earth frequency the similarity of the divinity Hathor was challenged by the person who wants her now and crushed him within the sight of the guidance of the consistencies with such a significant whipping that all who saw it had empathy to swathe the injuries of the divinity king.

However here the divinity ruler remains on the mount of seeing and needing arguing without addressing her who is in the resemblance of the divinity Hathor that she ought to embrace and get to know him.

Hot Percolating Mineral Water – Hathor who Governs the Sky

After she has completed her bath and has dressed herself with shining outfits and designed her hair with stars how might the similarity of the divinity Hathor answer the pursuits of the divinity king? Washing in the hot gurgling mineral water of a spring warmed by the liquid asthenosphere of the earth is the resemblance of the divinity Hathor who governs the sky and the idea of the heart; thus, it goes.

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Beneath a Balboa Tree

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Beneath a Balboa tree. Eons ago, the splendor of Nut fell upon a young man as he sat beneath a balboa tree during the middle of the day. The radiance of her perfect pitch-black resplendency caused the heart of this young man to feel as though it was melting away within the darkness of Nut’s delicate loveliness. Being placed within an altered state of consciousness as she began to speak to him the resonance of her voice contained all the wisdom of the known and the unknown in all their majesties of frequencies and colors.

Lifting the young man into her arms and pressing his mouth to one of her breasts the young man is suckled by Nut with the knowledge that she has acquired over the ages. Knowledge that she has assimilated before there was a before and knowledge that she knows is to come within the expanse of the ongoing.

Beneath a Balboa Tree – Eternally Bright

Eternally bright from epoch to epoch, forever unfolding in luminosity, Nut gives her acquired wisdom to this young man whom she has adopted unto herself. Immortal to mortal, immeasurable frequencies and colors given to most beloved water and dirt, Nut spares none of her acquired wisdom to the young man as she breastfeeds him with that which she has created and with that which she has learned.

As a covering over him Nut is the young man’s protector and sustainer, his giver of life and his reincarnation to existence after life. As it were a babe sitting beneath a balboa tree during the middle of the day the young man’s growing astuteness towards realities far beyond himself are judicious and prudent under the weight of maturity that the milk of Nut’s quintessence is likewise installing into him.

Truth in a Kernel

A kernel of truth is not the truth and a tidbit of this is not the whole of that. Fashioned for her pleasure the young man is now Nut’s treasure giving light to those who want light and a dense darkness to those who do not want to partake of her intense dark beauty. Truly, this young man has come of age as ages have come to him by the wisdom that is being given to him by the covering of Nut.

So, what am I to say as one of the lost and found? Am I to ignore the wisdom that Nut as given to the young man and wallow within the distortions of the falsifiers as most of the peoples of the world so dim-wittingly do? Glow with the glowing of Nut’s eyes and shine with the brightness of Nut’s smile for she is your covering and your truth that will guide and protect you from yourself and from those who want to harm you.

Beneath a Balboa Tree – Free your Mind

Free your mind of the ideologies and philosophies of those who are not of Nut, those who have made the planet earth an unhealthy place to live and who ultimately want to destroy it and all its creatures and distort the story of life (history) to magnify themselves.

Beneath a Balboa tree sat a young man whose name is my name, whose name is your name. While sitting beneath this Balboa tree during the middle of the day the luminosity of Nut embraced this young man elevating his manner of thinking, enlightening him to this but not that, and raising him from the bottom to the uttermost highest which is his native state of existence.

Intelligence is Fixed

So it is that intelligence is fixed within the braids of Nut’s hair and enlightenment is her abode and all whom are her own who want to devour her whole is free to do so for Nut is the shroud of elegance and layers of enfolding. And it is so.

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Understanding Fantasies

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Understanding fantasies. Do fantasies pacify loneliness or do fantasies make loneliness worse? Is there a difference between fantasies in a healthy relationship and fantasies when you are not in a healthy relationship? Are fantasies a natural function of the brain that automatically occur? The brain is a processor that must remain active, so fantasies may simply be a routine process of an active brain.

Creating unrealistic or improbable mental images may be one aspect of fantasies but inventions are the products of fantasies. Fantasies do not seem to be random as there seems to be a specific focus and course that the fantasy takes. For instance, a solid romance or a planet without turmoil and pollution are fantasies that are not unrealistic or improbable.

Just as understanding dreams gives a person an insight into themselves, understanding what you delight in fantasizing about also gives you a better understanding of yourself. That is just an opinion so do not lay it on your pillow and sleep with it. Fantasizing can be a way to briefly take you out of yourself and your everyday concerns, but it can also be a distraction keeping you from doing the things that you need to do.

Fantasies may address a psychological need, but it does not satisfy it because whatever the lacking is remains there. Someone is standing on a mountain top and scanning the horizon. As far as that someone can see there is a pristine forest. The sky is blue and empty of clouds. The temperature is moderate and there is a slight breeze. Surrounded by such peace and beauty, does someone need to fantasize?

Someone is sitting alone in a room. The clock has moved into another day. Sleep is as far away from this someone as the early morning hours of yesterday. Every tick of the clock on the wall sounds like an explosion into eternity. If given the chance this someone will recap all their past mistakes until a feeling of depression sets in. Can this someone afford the luxury of fantasizing under the circumstances?

Fantasizing may be harmless when you are not fantasizing about a specific person if you keep the fantasy abstract and impersonal. If this is your fantasizing technique it is unlikely to cause anyone else harm. The detail of a fantasy is like a breath of air that comes and goes while the essence of the fantasy may remain intact. It is like putting different actors in the same play using the same script. The camera is rolling, and the sound equipment properly adjusted for the next scene in the fantasy that will take place.

Understanding fantasies is a part of understanding your inner self and how you interact with this illusion called life and the certainty of your death. A frog is reminiscing near a pond about the things that its great grand frog told it. Of how clean the water used to be even when it was muddy. Of how there was an abundance of creatures that bathe and drink from it. Of how the rainwater that fell into it used to be nourishing. Of how the Indigenous people laughed and sang as they camped by the ponds bank. And now it has come to this.

Fantasizing may be a temporary way of escaping reality and a fantasy may become a reality. As with everything there is a good side and there is a bad side to fantasizing. The deeper one gets into trying to understand the nature of fantasies the better one becomes in developing an undisruptive and nontoxic way of daydreaming.

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I live my life with vivid dreams of you

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

I live my life with vivid dreams of you, and if only my vivid dreams of you will come true. In my dreams of you I find peace and contentment. A peace and a contentment that only comes with the thoughts of you. As close as they are and as far away as they are, the reality of my visions places me next to you. Close beside you, even as close beside you as touching me.

My vivid dreams of being with you are dreams that I hope will come true. As true as holding you in my arms and as real as a soft kiss to your palms. Is it possible that you may feel the same as I do? That you dream of being close to me as I dream of being close to you. If this is so, then let both of our dreams come true. Let both of our dreams become a kiss in the dark, and bright and shining eyes in the sunlight.

My life is as empty of substance as it is filled with the hope of a relationship with you. You’re caring for me is the substance that fills an empty life and brings hope to a rewarding maturity. A rewarding maturity that brings hope to life in a fixed place that cannot be shaken, and bends only far enough whereas not to be broken.

I have no secrets that cannot be clearly explained, and I have no thoughts of you that should cause me any shame. My respect for you as a person and as a woman is beyond reproach. As pristine as the galaxies orbiting within the blanket of space. As nourishing and caressing as the life-giving stars. As pure as a whisper of love into your ear. As faultless as my dreams of having you nearby.

Criticize me if you like for wanting the best. Judge me for more or for less for dreaming grandiose dreams and having lavish visions of whom I consider to be the perfect one. The perfect one for me in intelligence, looks, and figure. The one in whom I feel so relaxed and comfortable in her company. The one whose conversation is engaging and entertaining. The one whose smile makes love to me. Say whatever you may as I take her hand and we walk away into the sunlight of our divine.

My vivid dreams may be ambitious but the one I am dreaming of is very impressive aspiring me to obtain the cradle of my heart. An aspirant without delusion. A want to be without confusion. A wishful at the beckoning of her finger. A falling to the knees kissing her in prolonged intimacy. A reason to put aside believing and live in the confidence of knowing.

Rest quietly with pleasant thoughts whether asleep or awake. The moment is coming when loneliness is broken, and fulfillment will appear in dazzling splendor. The soft deliberate steps approaching is the end of dreaming and the beginning of ecstasy in the heavenly realms of her companionship. And this will be so until the stars blank away into nothingness.

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What do I call them?

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

What do I call them since they are no longer women or females? I suppose anything that comes to mind. Under the current trend men and animated hardware are systematically replacing them, so what should I call them. I suppose that I will call them anything that seems appropriate in my mind at the time.

Whatever they are now, a growing number of them are convinced that they do not have the slightest clue as to what they are, so who am I to question the current fad? Even those who have given birth to a child are woefully in the dark concerning their biological nature. How can someone allow themselves to be so whitewashed and brainwashed is beyond me.

The United States is the primary agent of this growing assault on whatever you now choose to call them. Just as the United States have been and still is the primary agent in spreading the fear and hatred of so-called Black men around the world. European males have always felt threatened and insecure about their women which is why they have sought so hard to dominate them. So, this new trend is only their latest efforts to diminish the status of those who make them feel vulnerable.

Do I call them by name, or do I call them by anything, seeing that they are neither this nor that now? I will call them a biological entity soon to become extinct and an active participant in their own demise. The first born should not participate in the distortion and the destruction of life. The first born should grow beyond the servile mind and be strong and creative again. The past is wonderful but the present and the future are more important for the stability of the planet and the cosmos.

What should I call those who are floating in the current bubble since the mob restricts what I can say to predefined and acceptable pronouns? I will say that silence is a despot’s solace and loudness accomplish nothing in the long term. How long will the crowd applaud without understanding the plot of the play? When will the mind prevail over bad manners? This will only happen when the first-born overthrow those who currently control and influence the world, only then can positive changes come about.

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Eyes of paradise as soft as the night.

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

Eyes of paradise as delicate as the evening. How I long for you to come into my life. Who am I to wish for you, though? The reality of my fantasies of holding you is so far away. My dreams of strolling hand in hand with you are just daydreams in my psyche.

However, I feel solace in the distant authenticity of my fantasies and find harmony of psyche in my clear imaginings of you. Lips of composition as welcoming as the closeness of a kiss. I long for the friendship of one who is so dear to me. Nevertheless, why should I go after the most brilliant star lighting the sky?

My considerations of you are a safeguard that shields you from all mischief that stands up to you. With strength and force, I safeguard you from harm and maltreatment. I honor your strong will and intellect with respect. With euphoria I wash myself in your consideration. Yet, why should I swim in a precious crystal stream and drink the sweet waters of your wonderful virtue? My heart liquefies into your smile with the best of glimmers having all joy to get and all happiness to acquire inside the glow of a grin so delicate and light.

Show me how to talk in a manner to really speak with you. So that we can move beyond the realm of conversation and into the realm of clarity and comprehension by telling you the things I want you to know in a pleasant melody. I request these things from you from the heights and from the depths of my heart.

Jewel of sensuous delight take hold of me and cradle me within your closeness. Treat me as if I am a fine fabric embracing your most delicate parts. Throw me to the ground and consume me like a meal dressed for eating. Say my name in a voice that conveys the wealth of your affections for me. Make love to me until I pass out in total bliss. If I am asking too much of you do not stress, just do as you will with me as thoroughly as you may.

Why am I saying all these things? I am pouring out my heart and mind to you because I adore you. I am not whispering nor am I being evasive because I want you to understand me plainly. I know that I am asking a great deal of you, but you are a magnificent amount to ask for, so what can I do except be true to my feelings for you. Eyes of paradise as soft as the twilight, the ardent appearance of your legs and thighs makes me want to fiddle as Rome burns in the night.

I am being true to myself which I am determined to be so with you. The light in my eyes is not a reflection of a vague mirroring of what I want our companionship to be but is the radiance and glow of having a wholesome relationship with you that is as genuine as genuine can be. My desire for you is sincere and just and is unfiltered as possible with all decency and integrity. Wrap your legs around my head to the fullest degree of respiration so that I may breathe freely in the jovialness that you provide me.

Esteemed of my most reverent admiration and loveliest whisper, I am at my wits end to properly convey my heartfelt message to you. Help me to sing a song of love to you. Instruct me as to how I may endear myself to you. Let none of my words to you be in vain but be fruitful and prosperous in winning you over.

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One touch is too much

Recent Posts / Herbert Hilliard

One touch is too much, and one touch is not enough as I plea for mercy under the captivation of total surrender. Captivation that plummets me into the celestial sphere of completeness. Little did I know that the sight seen could be so exquisite or words not spoken could convey so much meaning. One day is not like another and a moment in time can seem to last for a wonderful eternity. How can I explain the magnitude of beloved and elucidate adored that is gift wrapped in cherished.

Once there was a sound of much weeping surrounding the planet Earth and now those cries of weeping have been replaced by the shouts for vengeance. Reprisal and retaliation for all the innocent blood that has been spilled by those whose arrogance and conceit caused them to do horrendous things to other people on behalf of their god and the flawed superiority of their race. The sheet is over the heads of those who lurk in shadows and an animalistic throng is whipped up into a frenzy of madness.

Set apart for caressing and hugging the just right is nearer to my heart than my heart is to me. The air that I breathe is fragranced by an exhale from a strong magnetism that invigorates my desires for life. A refreshment stimulated by a soothing appearance and a calm nature fills the air with so many delightful melodies. Melodies that sing and dance within every caring and loving element of my consciousness. A fragment of a morsel is a full meal that can never be polished off in one dining. And perhaps a zillion dining will produce a satisfied burp with a complimentary break of wind.

The ghosts of multitudes of bodies hanging from trees are arrayed for battle awaiting their marching orders. All the animals that have been and are still being needlessly slaughtered have developed ravenous and terrifying fangs and claws in support of their insatiable appetites for those who hunt for sport.

The atmosphere is tempestuous in retaliation for all the atomic and nuclear bombs that have exploded into it. Nature will tame those who sought to tame it in their vanity of self-importance. The meek will fall by the elephant gun and the strong will die of starvation when the spirits wreak havoc upon the complacent, self-righteous, and self-satisfied.

On a summer’s day the winter snow blankets the landscape for miles in every direction. Forming from the snow a body appears. A body appears from the snow blanketing the landscape in every direction on a summer’s day. The sun is shining brightly, a pleasant breeze is softly flowing, the leaves are joyously swaying back and forth in the trees. The leaves are blissfully undulating in the trees, the wind is fluttering with a velvety kiss to the skin, the sun is reassuring and radiant in its luminosity as winter snow carpets the terrain as far as the mind can conceive on a summer’s day.

From the snow a body is forming. modeling out of the snow a translucent body takes shape on a summer’s day where the leaves in the trees are lusciously humming, the air is cradled inside a revitalizing breeze, the rays of the sun are energizing to the life-force on a summer’s day quilted in snow that covers the terrain as far as a thought can reach. And engrossing that body are all the coziness of home.

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