and
put it in your pocket, never let it fade away. The dreams of yesterday are
the realities of tomorrow, those hidden wishes and desires that we thought
impossible coming of truth in the times of today.
I made a comment to Spencer earlier today that I feel we are evolving right now,
discerning importance of what feelings to keep, what nonsense to toss, and what
movements we can make to insure the stars being the same as today.
Or maybe it is just me that is going through this process.
There are some believeable things that happen to us each day in our waking hours
and some that are believeable in our nights. We are an animal of fixed
patterns that each time those patterns are true to our thinking, we say okay the
world is okay today. Because it turns out the same. It may have an
added twist at times, but nevertheless, it ends the same.
Most brilliant thinkers though or writers are twisting more apparent with their
views of endings which unsettles us a bit now and then. It is like the
destruction of Einstein's theory of relativity or the fact that there are
unexplainable things that are here also that we tend to digest, then toss aside
because to face the unreal is often times more of a crash than just waiting for
the reality.
How many of you believe in aliens, and no am not talking of migrants lolol.
How many of you believe in life on other planets? How many of you believe
in vampires? How many of you believe in the un-real? How many of you
believe in parallel universes? How many of you truly believe that out
there in this world there is a duplicate of you?
God I imagine you are glad I sort of took a semi week off huh? I think it
is time to discuss the things that are out there that no one likes to speak of
right now.
The reality of falling into patterns for the rest of our lives looms high right
now, so me being a lady, only means I have to toss brackets into the fire that
might stir it mentally at times.
When you are solely locked into you, you find you need a break from you, and
that is where I am right now. I need to make my mind function beyond me
and see more beauty. I think they call it being in a funk, where you know
others fears and worries will encompass you, but you do not wish to dwell there
because you are having your own self doubts like the world.
So I am trying to un-funk me, and get you involved as well. I run a seti
program here, and it runs 24/7 doing research for them with electronic waves
that have been copied for one second or so increments. My puter analyzes
them then returns that second back to seti to be digested. So far since I
reinstalled it, it has coughed up over 1600 seconds, some of them taking hours
to do.
They had published that they do believe that there is life outside of this world
and we have received transmissions from out there that are not from our own
echos. Since I am on cable when the second is complete, it automatically
connects with seti and uploads it and downloads another second to test.
Right now it is dissecting one from April 3, 2003. An hour ago it had one
from 1999.
I don't mind working my puter for them, as it does its thing all on its own, and
am happy to be a part of helping them. I hope eventually in my time that
we do find out there is life beyond us, but at the same time, I would love to
find out who truly killed President Kennedy and what things we have not been
told here. I would like to think that Rosewell or the flying saucers are
not part of a larger picture of people seeing things or governments covering up,
but then again I would like further entertainment to this world too.
Okay am wrong here to want it all, but writers seem to create tomorrow. As
in George Orwells, 1984. Perhaps it is up to me to do the creating of
tomorrow but not sure they could wallow through my wordiness and typing how my
mind flows either lolol. I want truths. Probably because most of my
life was living a lie. I don't want illusions of what could be, when the
reality is mostly that it will not be unless I make it so.
You see living to me is two fold. It is catching that falling star, then
ensuring its warmth in your pocket, but when you feel it going cold, to make it
the reality you wish it to be. The star is the figment of our nature to
not go backwards or be something you are not. It is a quest of who you
truly can be, with no holds barred except the ones you put in place.
Spencer and I talk each day. His mind is beyond genius at times but one
thing I have learned about him is conversations are never stagnant with his
creative mind. He runs a car group who have what he calls his nissan
stallion. It is a fast older car that this group uses suggestions as to
solving car problems. He has shared some of their responses and I do the
goofey yeah right that makes sense responses but he knows that is one area that
my mind refuses to put into the sanity bracket most days.
He said there is a meter on the bottom of his floor that is viewed when you
shift the car but it is down on the floor and the readouts can not be viewed
unless you have your head on the floor to read it. Well, here is where the
Peggy mind comes in.
I told him I would do it when I come over the next time. He said well
hmmmmm and I said it will be fine. You have a sun roof so I will get on
ladder and have Mum hold it, you sit in seat and I will come head first down
through the top.
He said hmmmmm. I said well never fear as I know your seat belt laws are a
bit testy so you wait til my head is on floor before you buckle up. He was
silent then and said hmmmm. I said well wear shorts cause have a
wide frame here and will need some space. He got a bit red faced and said
hmmmmmm. I said no problem you buckle me in upside down and I will get
your read outs as you shift. At that point through netmeet, I saw him
laughing his head off, and having a hard time typing words correctly. I
said hey now, I can do this.
He sort of grinned and said yeah right fine then it is a date. I told him
I would have to do some adjustments like break my back to make the bend, but did
not mind it as we owe the brits for helping us war. To that he roared and
said yeah right can just see the group of over 500 taking this in lolol.
Well anyway, he is going to take my suggestion to the group and see how many of
his friends think it is a good idea and will let you know the comments or
problems they might run into.
The point is though that we do have a great friendship and always will have, but
never let the bonds of today stop our creativity of tomorrow. Now I will
not promise that I will attempt it but I grant you everytime we ride in that car
we will remember the images of what we created yesterday. We need a break
in life to just lay back and have fun and that is what I have been doing this
past week.
I am thinking of starting a book but right now have not settled on what it will
be like, except to say that I hope it will awaken a new fantasy world that might
just be tomorrow. The books I wrote before were okay but they always ended
up with me telling real life stories that expressed many bad things that were
dominant in my life. I am hoping that my sunshine will go completely
through this next one with humor and love finally finding a rightful place in
this world. It might make you hmmmmm, it might bring you tears, but lets
hope it projects a better tomorrow for us all.
Have a good day all, much love to you tonight.
Sincerely,
Peggy
P.s. When I start this book will only send it to Spencer so that he places
it on the website. He does such a wonderful job with it, it is a shame to
not have surprises when you visit it.