Here's what springs to ... awareness. Please lets ditch this mind thing - it's a trap there to stop the flow of informational resonance. Without a mind we'd have 60 gigaflop ram out puts on the tip of our expression circuits like my self-expression - I lost my mind ages ago and look .. I can express in words, in art, in sculpting.. gardening .. and the plants and pets do love communication that's a gem of existence as it stands.

Keeping face

Jlz

If we're not bleating off then we are breathing, and whilst breathing a rhythmical thought pattern emerges. To be aware of one's breathing is to know what is actually going through one's mind at a conscious, sub-conscious and unconscious level. Breath clearly, and stop the rhythmical thought patterns which are not there to serve you. Stopping the mind but not the breathing for obvious reason. Jlz

Twitter won't work today so I'll just make loads of blog titles instead.

jiz

Picture moments with magnetic resonant sound as you, not looking for solution or more problem.

jiz

This can be applied to any 'concrete' situation.lol

Passengers beware of the predators :

-  if on a freelance tip, they are usually into hussling for sex or drugs or money.
-  if on an institutional tip, they are usually hussling  for religious or spiritual conversion.


Jlz

note: this post is about ships actuallly, relations between these on the trot. Not semantics, rather humantics.

Nothing's changes and hey,  I know I am a very tiny voice  in amongst 150000 other zaadzters... however I stand by my chaotic words as a rising bubble.

There is a problem with the facia of this site - look at it
1--On the very top  = Find your soulmate 
2--On the top = Find your kindred spirit,
3-- Still on the top = gaia soulmates, join soulmates, free mp3
4--On Right -= Find your soul mate.

- Overkill, Overkill...to the maximum - is this an airport ? Oh .....ha ha you-lot ???

OK I made my point a few times -- 'I'  would have 4 seperate banners

1 --  you find you
2--you fix you, then 
3--you be you then finally
4--you be with another --


I stand that I know  that the  'you'  will meet the 'I' one day soon on the street and the 'I' will look through your soul and you will wonder who the hell you really are.

The soul in MANMADE and so is remorse and so is war ... which is what you are starting with this fake shit .... what is a soul ... it is a storage facility for your regret and good intentions -- which serve none else than your buffer zone of protection and comfort and definatly inconvenience scores of other less comfortable people.
We cannot seperate ourselves from how and where we live, we have pillaged the world in the name of our souls and ARE STILL CONTINUING - WTF who are you ?
 
I is not Clocking for the Agents...

Jlz .... soul-less & free from babylon terror.

Jees life can be a twister. Keys go for midnight parties and return the next day cause I didn't look throughly the first time... basically I couldn't find my keys and they were staring at me on the table the next morning - and I live alone so I is the only pair of eye's - shows how bright the daylight is compared to light bulbs, or how I'm a dopy halfwit at midnight scratching around for keys that are most likley in front of me anyways.

Today, Saturday, 7am ... yes, awake quite early; will be a long day. Am I going to go out to the polocross... these arrangements I slip into are serving the social duracell, which is fair enough scene though theres little to do where I live.
I hope polocross isn't cruel to gaia readers - I never really been to one, sure every-being ends up with bruises - the ladies love their horses like their hand-bags so I see no creulity there - only from those who would not hand rear a horse - that's thier stance... same with hunters and all.... they care more for their elephants and the natural balance of nature more than a magazine reader, I assure you - people put thier own lives on the floor to save their safari park. Life's hard, and lifes soft, it is only ever now... nothing a second ago and noting in a seconds time - this is obvious, yet we buy time.... why are we stopping the fizz of the bubbles... cause we are in fear - fear we are better, fear we are worse, fear we may just be perfect.

Roar MoFo's

Jlz

The bubbles race to the surface is what I can see... they do so without any exhaustion or stress, time-saving or course material. I am a bubble and a bubble I remain as one,   equal with all in my presence as me, except around other people - working on this magnetic anomaly,  odd and startling.

YOU ... sshhhhhh.... Stop, stop... ok there... well done.

If it fills up then achievements get creased and crumpled...

Jlz