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Sunday, 28 July 2013

Miraculous Phenomenon Of Life Responses Practising Roy's Theories.

One of my hobbies is to collect DVDs. A friend of mine decided to drop by and return some borrowed discs.  I cleaned my home and invited him for a cup of coffee. At a certain time I had scheduled a hair appointment for a long over due haircut.  My friends advice was too take a walk to the salon which is up the road rather than wasting cash by calling a taxi.  Taking his advice I got a life response, when a manager and friend of mine had seen me walking up the road and was busy collecting her thoughts of hiring someone for the upstairs venue, decided I would be perfect for the job.

The things that come into play is that in Roy's book he mentions how cleaning can attract work.  I had cleaned my home before my buddy came by to drop of the movies.  The other response I had invoked was using Roy's principal of collecting all debts owed to you in his law of attraction of money, I applied this to my DVD collection. My collection tends to stagnate because people never seem to return them.  Once I cleaned , attracting work,  called my friend to drop of the DVDs, collecting what is owed to me and then taking his advice and point of view I had gotten a life response.  Other attributes that come into play is neatening one's image creates abundance (haircut).  The aspiration that I needed to get out of my old job, and my journey to the salon was decided upon the need to feel happier and more positive since I wasn't feeling that great. Getting a new look and hair cut always makes one feel excited. 

Perhaps it's a silly example but on a deeper level the connection of the dots of me walking down the road at the same time while the manager was thinking of hiring is stunning!!!!

Q7: True Love - Karmayogi


"True romance never dies or diminishes.  Rather it grows in charm with the passing years. Only that which pretends to be romance can die." - Karmayogi





Interlude (Part 6.1)

Okay, so from the haunted room with creaky door handles, to the haunted house where things went bump in the dead of the night, to the hot in city-summer-apartment, to travelling back and forth, there was a little interlude moment to this Foxx's tracks.

During my college holidays I made some tracks to Greytown to earn some part time cash. The house I was staying at was one that I had stayed at before.  Here comes the strange bit...



The previous time I was there was a little family event.  So I had to crash in the lounge.  One night while laying on a mattress I notice a cloud of smoke in the dark.  Greytown can get pretty cold in winter so the lounge had a fireplace.  Now my first reaction was that the fire that was dead was giving of it's last breathe but that was an impossibility since it should have went straight up the chimney.  My second thought was that somehow the place had caught on fire!!!!

The light in the passage way was on so I thought lets shed some light on the situation.  The intriguing thing was that the smoke was swirling and forming shapes. I saw a wheel and I cannot remember the rest but perhaps a horse even, if I'm not mistaken.

I open the door just a little to let some light enter the room and smoke rushed away and vanished.  There was no smoke, no fire...nothing...

I wonder...

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

The Howling Foxx. Song 7

Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey

This was the third song on Morrissey's debut album.

When I heard this song I immediately fell in a romance stupor with his warm, melancholic vocals.
Dreamy and depressing...












Morissey is a vegetarian, gay and the song themes on a coastal town.  Easily visible as to why this song resonates something in me.  I grew up in a small coastal town that I didn't enjoy very much.  But I like the song for more than just that. Morrissey handles the vocals brilliantly and the blending of words are like a soft paint brush running smoothly across a coarse canvas.




Monday, 1 July 2013

Tastes Like Chocolate Pt 3. DAN STEVENS

Tastes like Chocolate Pt 1.


                                      GARY BARLOW



PAUL RUDD







DAN STEVENS



The Art Of Words Pt 7: Back & Forth

I had a dream
bound by chains
found a heart
turned to stone
the heart
brittle and dry
like roses
crushed between
my fingers
a reminiscent scent
left behind
the chains
that set me free
in reality
were no longer there
chaos
in my head
I found a heart
clenched
held it tight
spooky shadows
in the darkest 
nights
slipped through my fingers
no more
in my head
in my mind
in my dreams
in a dream
nothing was there
in my dream
in a fantasy
I found a heart
It was gone
In my mind
awake
in a dream
in my fantasy
in a reality
chaos
gone

Another that I had written awhile back...
This poem reads from top to bottom and bottom to top.