I Believe In A Coffee Cup. It Is A Religious Experience To.....

Coffee Service PortlandJune 28, 2012 at 2:13 AM

Nice literary works over a cup of coffee:-)

My Coffee Cup Theory

I know that in this World today we see what is. Some of us run, some of us hide, some change their names and some disappear.

Try not to despair or judge with the Centuries that have passed or assume that through old belief's they will repair this rift in the Air.  Even "Time" has changed it's mind.  And Ancients seem "No where." Guidance for such deliverance of knowledge that comes from a different means, is not readily received by anyone, anywhere, if you know what I mean.

I am not a Man, nor would I ever want such responsibility to fall upon me, in any life chosen for me. One day I will be free of what has become so taxing to me and for me.  I have had to grow-up or advance in my years from a child-hood view, so, I would be afforded the opportunity to watch, listen and experience all that is new and seemed so strange.  So many arguments over which religion and how that or any other for that matter, practiced it's faith.  It became so confusing, I quit the entire religious belief to know that it was not worth the Wars that it was most obviously causing here on our own homefront, least of all the Wars it has already caused on every other bit of land on this God Forsaken Earth.

My original idea to do or accept Death and/or Life was presented. I watched and learned alone so that I could gain my own opinion of what I thought was "Right or Wrong," and "Good or Evil," "Religious or not," etc. I discovered so many inconsistencies amongst all that I witnessed, I decided I must only be able to find comfort in what is considered spiritual by nobody but me.  I found my solace in a coffee cup.

It is real.  It is always there. Of course I must wash it with soap and water, should it need a good cleaning,  And if it breaks I can go anywhere in the World and purchase a new one or old one.  The best part about my "Coffee Cup Theory" is that a coffee cup can hold all sorts of things other than coffee.   Hot or cold, even if they are chipped up a bit, they do the job they were meant to do, serve and they keep time too.  So, really, in essence, if treated with care and concern, a "Coffee Cup" can last a lifetime or even longer if necessary.  Just go to your local Thrift Store or Estate Sale and you will see what I speaking of.

Best of all, should you die and belief becomes waning because you cannot see the very thing you sunk all your hope in, you can always take a deep breath, after you take that long sigh and ask, "May I have that cup of coffee now.  I know exactly where I left my coffee cup, it's at home."  Death will answer and lacking anything better or good to say, I can tell you, "You will be on your way, coffee cup in hand or knot."  Should you not be able to pick your coffee cup up with the physical hand that you know it with, than, you shall know that a new and different dimension speaks.

I wish for you my best. However changes are necessary, and, unrest seems to be what will plague the indifference that is happening in each and every place today. There is no belief in anything anymore that brings peace to the land, or to the minds of Men.

I believe, we have lost sight of innocence as a way to fight what is wrong. All in an effort to make it right.

I Believe In A Coffee Cup. It Is A Religious Experience To Me

Posted 15th June 2012 by Karen A. Placek

Death comes without an invitation.

No Note-card arrives for review or approval.

The date is set upon arrival,

know input, "Did you rival?"

To do what you must.

To succeed and accomplish each & every task,

takes "Mastery of Craft," not just class.

Attention to detail is required.

Being a Liar is not admired.

Laziness is retired.

Return you will,

to times of "Ill."

Regardless of your mess, it's called,

"Due process."

Deeds of Life were drawn,

Contracts to prove you're gone,

were signed and sealed,

with every deal.

Sin was an "At Will," wheel.

You turned.

Do not say, "When" or to ask, "Where"

this will only enhance your End.

"I almost wish I was there!"

Death Court that is,
if interested in "Where."

I have a fascination with it,

how flip-it you are with what creates those hard-core scars.

For failure of such a chore

is met with permanence and much more.

FLAIR! Should I dare to say,
"It does mark the way."

Death will say,

"Come here to stay, I'll escort you the entire way."

Believe what you wish.

Shout what you must

and when you realize that you are Mute,

you will know with certainty you've been dupped.

Looped and Ashamed,

you have no ready claim.

And in a speedy exchange

 you will wish for that Hot cup of coffee.

Lame or Stable,

I am only able,

 to give you something, it is not much, but it may touch.

A suggestion at best.

"I hope you never rest."

Just a personal thing, I accept owing.

A hot cup of coffee would make more sense

than a prayer to a being that you've never seen.

To expect that a god should come to your Wake,

when you neither announce or denounce the existence of:  "Shake."

Attending Mass would have been good.

At least, I think that you probably should,

practice the Religion that you preach with precision.

Pointing your fingers at what you call sinners.

To stand at your end,

without doing yourself in,

Shouting your plead,

makes as much sense,
as having no need.

 Some advice you can "SEE."

Just imagine, what it is at the
"Top of this Post"
and maybe:

You can redeem and have that chance just to be; Free!

Intercom Self

It is inevitable to say goodbye in this life and I am grateful for knowing whomever I have been fortunate enough to meet in person.  Whatever life ends up being about, it certainly isn't about living, it's about surviving long to know that this is a temporary stay to determine our next move.  We all die as it is so eloquently put by the World.  We all return to our source or our origin or wherever you think it is you are from or going to, how that measures up with the statement 'we all die' I don't know because that seems to be a twisted fit in this weird reality of existence.  The only magic about 'life itself' is that it ends.  I happen to believe in 'The Continue' not an everlasting damnation for sins I never committed.  I believe that we are accountable and therefore responsible for our actions or lack thereof.  Should a person chose not to believe that lives do not go around/incarnate/reincarnate somehow than that is their prerogative.  However for those of us that believe in so much more we do not appreciate being called a heretic or a fool.

A World Engagement....

Close your eyes not your minds.

Open not to what you know but to what you can't.

The further you pass from reality of what is,

the farther you go from the belief that you will need to see the inevitable.

Faith alone will not absolve you of your sins.  The "Sin Board" keeps all the tracks of each and every one of your personal infractions.  There is no God that presents or defends your life in this after-World you speak of so readily. There is no opportunity to throw yourself on the mercy of the court, asking for repentance of your sins, either or whether those sins have been committed here on Earth or there in the below, or Hell as you know.

The measure of your account on your own personal "Sin Board" is why I worry for Mankind and why I know that without question, with certainty, there is much trouble for Humanity to be had after death.

This is not a "Hit or Miss," date.  Your date with Death and your arrival into the Hereafter will be kept upon the time of its call.  There is nothing that you can do to alter or protect yourself from this extremely hard core fact of which I speak so frankly of. 

There are no bright lights, no tunnels to decide to walk through, that would be just the beginning of a death in this life explaining your forward motion towards what will be in actuality. The people you propose come to walk to your aid, your relatives that speak with no delight of this place are guiding you into a blinding light, don't be a fool.

These people, whom are dead, should cause you horror not comfort anymore, for my advice is to not speak to the dead at anytime during or after your life.  It is the sufferers of "Near Death Experiences" that tout of walking into the light, but take note that they are back here and did not accomplish such a feat there. 

A word to the wise, a word of caution, a word of my observance, I am being only considerate and am trying to be not only attuned but to show compassion for the idea that we all may not be from here: Here being the same place. I say this plainly to you and yours, in the case that a relative, friend, acquaintance, parent or any other entity should try to walk you into or try to walk you into the light; Do Not Go!

You are being encouraged and sometimes it sounds forced to walk into something called "The Light" directly after you have just experienced your death.  It seems an awful lot of decisions to be made so quickly, especially while you are still trying to digest what has just happened in what you thought was life.  The problem is or the way that i see it, "Aren't you still alive?"  I do not like the hurried approach that I hear of people speak of after their Near Death Experiences, I get very uncomfortable with all the pushing.

In my experience as a child, I did not see a light, let alone a tunnel to be sucked into the vortex of, while waiting for my decision on whether of not I was dead. In fact, no one person showed for me until the Demons came to comfort my crying soul. I find comfort in Demons and Spirits as long as I do not see them in full light, for in full light they are terrifying to me.  However, the choice was easy from that point forward, I would rather be with any Demon or Spirit, even Satan himself, than to take the hand of a dead person trying to lead me into a tunnel saying "Walk into the light", I  will never walk into what is blinding and I cannot see where or what I am walking into, that is Hell to me.

For in death, I found Life and in this confusion nature has insisted that the truth of my story be told.  This is my story and this is my life. I did not have one or two of these experiences with what you fear, but I have had a lifetime with whom I have grown to love.  The ones who cared, when all of you turned your back and feared when you looked upon my face. I will support and stay with what I know, rather than to acknowledge that there are now dead men and women walking this Earth with no Soul, no Heart and no care to the Welfare of anyone but themselves.

Originally posted on 11/10/11 

http://thesecretoftheuniversechoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-engagement-i-will-merry-you-all.html

The Human Race Has A Finish Line

To admit the future in passed, I continue to walk the math.  It all adds-up to exact, the nightmare of the Seen, I return to write out a new path.  With no more ability than the gifts that I have, life imagines a different outcome so that I will not be stuck in humanity and their fast track to destruction.

To be a forward thinker, to maintain independence, to balance this life with other lives not yet lived, I balance this existence with only myself as a friend.  The reason for expression has only been a feeble attempt to offset future events.  The witness to my life has been I.  What I have learned is priceless and will be a guide in my future experiences, my future life.

The past has been something that just happened and cannot be changed, ever. And in dealing with what took place I have reached a new understanding, a new state of being understood by the only one that it is important to be understood by, myself.

These simple notions have stopped me from turning in my sheets at night., They have stopped me from making the same mistakes again and again, life after life.  In my country not many believe that we have been before, very few believe we will move on.  The majority believe in Heaven or Hell, good and evil, god and War.  Society at large points the finger at anything different and screams heretic, kill her!! Of course this is all while going to church, and advertising forgiveness for a fee.

We should be free to do as we please without having to get down on our knees for popular belief.  This cannot be good for 'life itself' if all my country does is scapegoat other parts of the World or people for that matter for not being in agreement with the dictated belief.  It is religious totalitarianism.  I am told all the time that Muslims, Arabs, Russians, Buddhists are the devils in living form and that if I only understood the damage that they did and have done and are going to do than I would not write anything at all about difference. I would take the side of my Country  and condemn the Pagan as it says to do in the Bible and kill the non-believer before they destroy us.

If we have to pay a fee to be forgiven, if we have to get down on our knees to know liberty, if we have to kill to obtain peace, if we have to be forced into certain beliefs in order to live without being judged than life is not free but a prison to me.

As I too have been scapegoated, I feel strongly when the fingers are being pointed and guns fired or bombs are dropped and Countries are destroyed out of fear of what may be there and yet never seems to be found. The aftermath of the destruction that I have seen in my lifetime lends me to believe that the most persecuted are the most misrepresented and are usually killed for absolutely nothing other than their standing in or for what is different.

If we were all one in the same, if music really did change beliefs instead of just offering hope, if life is meant to indeed be free, than why are we paying with our lives each and every day when we say, get up off your knees and try seeing that we are all human beings.  Why not shake their hands, try meeting in person just to see if you would like to know a life and not kill one that is merely fighting back because all you have done is attack in response to only what you have been told.  First it was the ......., than it was the......and in the end it really just came down to the fact that no one meets anymore because it ends up being too much work to see 'eye to eye' and 'face to face' the result is extinction via erased.

Take Stock

I met someone on the beach the other day.  We were walking towards one another, confirming my own path I looked up and our eyes locked we both stopped and stared at each other. The recognition froze time in its place.  I turned to walk-on and in the pause I thought to myself I know this person.  Looking up to confirm my intuition I found that they had done the same as I.  Turning my head to the side to look yet again..

I said "I know you."
The reply, "Yea, I know you too."
I said, "I am not sure from where though."
the reply, "Maybe another life."
I said, "oh, you must be right."

We both laughed and went about our way, a strange rapport in an instant.  There was no Silver Screen between us, no musical lyrics that reminded us of something, just two people randomly passing one another in life itself, an extremely sobering moment.  Some of us have been here before and are not ashamed or embarrassed to say it when we recognize a person.  I am glad that it happened the way that it did, it made me feel as if I was not as alone in this very ugly World.

It was not the familiar smile, nor the time it took to utter a few words back in forth, no, it was the warmth of the person themselves, the recognition of another life was so strong it was as if the Centuries hugged us.

Oddly we both said, "See you in the next one!!" and went about our way.

Cheers to the beauty of life because long before we ever came to this god forsaken earth you were you and I was I.  Did you know that when you were born?  or was all of that torn out of your thoughts by what is rammed down our throats every day...we all die.

Sand Castles

No longer am I the evidence of a life in some distant memory of myself, instead I stopped and drank a glass of reality and realized 'Care' is a four letter word too.  In that moment, the moment I had been dying of thirst I noticed that humanity had no cup at all. 

The Rippled Affect

The Moon in a shaded view, does it disappear to fear the Galaxy's mirror?  The grant upon the Sun in some day being gone, does Earth feel fright and shiver in plight?  

The grave conditions, the silenced Oceans, the shipping lanes, the drills insane, the burial entombed, the lives of rare, the planets stare, death is not unique, it follows humanity.

Grounded in life I am so grateful to have explored the Avenues of reasonable doubt.  With any question that is presented the point of interest in the end is not the answer, but why it was asked.  A human condition.



   

Relaxing

The bind in the simple release,
is the tie that will never compete,
the rise of the waist in Sees,
the wave of ecstasy, the music reads,
the fire is the flame in mindful reins.

Explosive Loans

An eclectic sooth to only prove,
never surrender, always defeat,
the satisfaction of total receipt.

A Voyeur's Coup!!

I believe the tie is the knot of Truth,
and just begins with musical whims,
the base of which is in the hitch,
the stage of .... only scenes.

A Cat-Walk of listened themes,
the rock and role of what life brings,
the Venue in a steamy dream,
when Man enhanced the Mind,
to speak on a Twin Soul find.

Seductive Climbs

The sin begins with craving,
the lips will never touch,
the soak between the vocals,
the Knight, the favorite crush.

The shock of only senses,
the cut of hearing spun,
reviving pleasures welcomed,
to swallow all in stunned.

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Just listen to the digs,

the beat of the tune,

don't be complicated,

simply find!!

The luster of sexual desire   'Comes'

with the thought of only made,

know touch of in visible audio,

so Hot...brought on ... old talks!!

Hits the Floor, in the grind....

Expand your mind into the lines of music in made...

You know You want.... To turn Me on!!  Hard deeds.

Tap, tap, goes my foot,

around I go, listen, listen, again, again.... and know,

I'm a girl and he's a boy, the dance?

Music in....timely steed!! Work Me!!

Riding... mounting.... sweetly sweating... the mind,

in this flight of .. friendly ties...zipper fell, t-shirt torn,

to brush your chest with heated......

Breathe in the swallowing, so deep in throat......groaning for a taste,

the snarl of ......sky ping!!

Feel the pulse, hold your wrist,

ringing wet, drenched....lusting!!

Don't complicate my emotions,

release your need to hold back.....explosive wrongs my lead in the perfect purring,

it's proving to be......between my thighs,

that ride is soaking me: Ultras fast!!

Oh wait, know bone.

Post Script:

 A "Note to Self" or to whom it could concern:

I must be more sensible next time or actually be with Blunt, grab a towel.

Pictured Plight

Only asked in reply to a curious question of why.

The wash does seem so empty,

the world pooled effect,

so fixed in showing how it is,

the anger is not knowing.

A sculpture or a pyramid,

the broken mountain met,

the film of which is missing,

stolen by a threat?

The impression of the Moon,

a crescent issued proof,

the sun will shine shadowed behind,

I guess it's living clues.

Wars upon the walk of stars,

turning sheets instead of bars,

a bottle-neck in life so far,

the choke discovers the chimneys fluke,

symmetry points at truth.

Tools Of The Trade

May love be the Arrow tipped with a Kiss and the Bow deliver the Hug that should never be missed.

Curiously Asked

May the guest be of invitation. A shirt is a statement of sorted relation. Masked with more than worn-out, a curious sort of wow, displays that entice the crowd.

The persons symptoms seem to say, I feel so lucky albeit a pace. People scramble to see the face, I wonder is there missing type that states the case?

The City fills up these halls, the board rooms seemed a little displaced, the courage it took to not walk away, I must admit, the strength in stayed, amazed me on that video replay.

Smiles worn, squished in scorn? couldn't tell, looked to the right and said 'oh,well' I guess it's good to know the Tell, that seemed so strange, almost like Hell.

The venture followed, the mirrored effect, a pin to show, the lonely room, the poolside venue, no laughter boomed, do you have the resources for, these flights that seem to be ignored?

Not that I worry, I am like a mouse, I just was curious about the tout, that is pictured upon wherever you're found, seems as if you're making a signaled route.

Really, it's just a question that I won't hear, the answer is, yours to fear, after life seems to cheer, upon your chest I see it clear: Wondering?

No Contest.

Forward Views Passed News

 The danger in risk is not in the miss,

it's the hit, the advancement of what proves to list.

Original in Written,

the stance barely told,

the story of life,

amazingly old.

The centered idea, a mind within cord,

imagination is better as knowledge is stored.

This mortal body, a prison thereof,

is only a chore in this given role,

 releasing such bars to See so much more!!

Escaping with ease,

a well-practiced move,

to galaxy dimensions,

to Read better clues.

The 'Work' of this 'Balance'

robotic response,

the journey of the quest,

is to train for the test.

As Over-World reads,

to be just a deed,

the breath I don't inhale,

warms me to ski.

A zone or a drift,

to lift this exist, the next life was scene,

in simply a tip.

Proportioned