A day in the life of cats and crows

I can see clearly now, the fear is gone. Look up at the clouds and notice the difference. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow, the vast illusions i recall, i really don't know clouds... at all. Spaceships cloaked in the field are just as likely as water droplet producers.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. But fear is the litany, the mind killer. The dune-ish plentitude of spice in sand. The sumo wrestling of brother cats with too much energy on a rainy day. I got sunshine on a cloudy day, i got you babe, what can make me feel this weigh?

Confidence in competance. The fear of failure has been diluted away serially as part of the human scale homeopathic solution. The persons that have integrity mass about me in various forms, flowing in the power of love. The know weigh has allowed me to sound off from mind into the void of radio airwaves, coupling my personal frequency to discordant patterns of constructive interference. @steempunkradio weekday, noon eastern.

This dude is one fine cat, hup ho, yeah. Fat freddy has another challenger for his affection. Theories of time and space, of thyme and spaitz, swirl through the miasma of crop circles, the one weigh conversation between beings of human and all other sentient lifeforms. This is Gaia speak, we might wish to listen.

A knew fractal opens while an old one closes, trading yin for yang in two part disharmony. The argument has no predicate, neither rhyme nor reason make cents any longer, when whales chum all the minnows as food from thought. Steem punk is fare game, just add water intentionally.

Water, water, everywhere and all the board did shrink, water water everywhere but not a drop to drink. Nestle's claimed ownership and bottled it in plastic. There has to be a knew weigh based upon human control of human scale. A trinity of thought to overcome the standoff of polarity thru duality.

This cat is one fine dude, hup ho, yeah. His imagination is more important than my knowledge. He plays his role exquisitely. As a feline, he keeps his Moet et Chandon in a pretty cabinet and allows the mice to eat cake.

His brother in another galaxy, far far away is having Sparky trauma. The human is leaving home after living alone for so many years. Friday morning at five o'clock as the day begins, he brings a bountiful harvest of rodents home and places them all over, gifts from the heart to convince the suitcases to let go of human affairs. A cat's meow into the phone begs for secondary human assistance, i know. Anniversary of the passing of a loved one, makes it okay to cry.

The diaspora is just beginning. The stage is set to observe from multiple perspectives. Identify the eight, the set of five and the group of three. Each lower fibonacci number sets a fractal of group size, where the hive mind knows how to weigh the balance of a new form arbitrating between polar opposites.

Two steps forward, one step back. Continual motion that is more than just buzz. We are lightyears away from the 23rd century, transhumanism is not the chemists solution. Science without consciousness is a dead issue, a monsanity of the death kulcher.

Water is intelligent and retains fealty in homeopathy. Carbon scaffolding has been elevated to explain consciousness in material form, when occams razor does not require the elaboration. Scrodinger's cat has nothing on you, thyme has come for the cognitive dissonance of cyclops.

The @allseeingewe meets the all seeing eye and ewe always wins. You shall Ru the day that you crossed her crow, cause now she memes business.

@frankbacon is being interdimensionally trolled by all things large and small. As the earth rotates about the sun, life rotates around bacon, and eggs and morning tea, a touch of earl grey. @yananda is not a trivial pursuit game.

Namaste' ...