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Electronic filing of documents - warmth of accomplishment, realisation that administration was placed on earth to make us feel very happy with very little, lectures on Human Resource Development a creative way to waste time How lucky to be kept busy this way, ensconced in an office, stirring up problems, flabbergasted by the likes of Madame Pompadour choosing backache as new excuse for staying at

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Then Security came and exclaimed: these cupboards on top is security breach, cameras on the ceiling can-not follow your movement behind these partitions, they must come down tout suite A Cheshire Cat smile growing wide, to top it all, the weight is too much for the building, bureaucracy came to my aid, everyone in the Ministry has to conform to the same rules, such a delightRegulating survival

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The biggest treat for me is buying toys without feeling guilty, plastic bags, transparent purplish hue, smaller blue - also see-through, a yellow pencil bag completely opaque, ten colouring pencils, twelve fibre-tip pensI’m set to have fun during the Strategic Planning Session at Stonehenge - custom-made stones,also black porte-monnaie and black polka-dot bag for formal occasions, big enough for

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I read it over and over trying to make sense of it who can blame me when it changes into a song playing over and over as I feel my way around repetitions seeking the grain of sense in seemingly end-less cascades which entangle my feelings by the force of continuous streams of legal terms… ----- ------ ------ ------- ----- ------- ------“Exploiting a public official by abusing

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Listening to Mozart, looked up - felt shocked to see black cupboards appearing everywhere like black mushrooms blooming - an invading fungus taking over the open-plan office and destroying the ambience of our previously rather handsome Kingsley palaceApparently our Chief Director feels a need for filing space, thus ordered these monstrosities to overwhelm us with mustiness & dark sliding doors,

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Wondered briefly once again why feelings died – a translation on my desk ready to be checked, endless research of nonsensical terms for uncaring readers remembered Idiosyncratic marks earned from invigilators freezes emotion that energises me, living as remains of passions teeming sparks, I smile – little things always wake an ember Nothing can keep my spirit down forever, yoke of death is just

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Compiled a ‘to do’ list in a whirlwind start, security took my fingerprints for clearance, I’m vindicated, my existence has meaning, I’ve just proved I’m me with qualifications Friends vouched acquaintanceship, name & ID of every family member; were I suffering amnesia I could so easily look myself up – it makes me feel brilliant – only thing lacking Is a pharmacy full-colour passport photo,

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You two, father and son - went to look for cars at auction, came back having bought curtains for our son’s bedroom, I was so prejudiced - but you were rightSuch great effect: grey, black and beige made the yellow pelmet, remnant of a creative phase when I spray-painted long ago; look beautiful, his room has new appealNici, my college daughter, doing research on photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Messed up a glorious day, shopping was fun, qualifications certified, one step nearer to required security clearance and here I am, oblivious to all, imprisoned by allergy symptoms due to faulty digestion, hunger with melodramatic overreactions and dark depression would be preferable Feeling insensitive and dead, impervious to every emotion, malaise and headache are changing me into a grouch,

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When the film hero sank into quicksand, he asked his sister why she was growing taller - today my world is moving away also as I am sinking into mental quicksand Communication lines crossed, hostile atmosphere,can’t inject a comment into the conversation, steel chains originating in my mind, everything seems to be irrelevantGlass fences cut me off from feeling; why do you all go away, I cry; but

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Tackling the mountain of today with my usual bag of fears and anxiety, fighting the dragon of encroaching meaningless-ness in my head, fighting mirror images everywhere, comforting myself with the bitter truth, it doesn’t matter Life’s dragging its feet without adventures, listening to the inner voice exhorting me to seek things intrinsically beautiful without a need to justify existence, use of

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Life becomes senseless without dreams – the one thing left, testing ideals by doing the opposite, discovering alternatives that do not work, breaking every rule to determine meaning Pain for long-term gain is the only way to live happily; humanity the sole religious authority whose embedded ideals are fine as long as we’re not forced to follow teachings – I dream about miracles, read how Quantum

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If I never say how I feel does it mean feeling goes away; no, feeling lives onin my heart, shall be there until we part then encapsulated in deep freeze until all is revealed at the end of timePhysical reality does not have space for this frequency, made my peace that the world cannot allow this to be; I offered unwavering support - helped where I could hoping to leave a memory Yet oddly content

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A perfect evening feeding rainbow-coloured beads to eyes ravenous for beauty, a favourite movie, callous girl who cries on family loss – her mom especially – fights to get them back, along with her I too had fervent tears Washing dishes after a fabulous meal to chansons française – musique folklorique pour enfants:Brave Marin and Mam’selle Angèle - long thought lost - feeling passionate and oh

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Praised for single-minded devotion to duty only,my lines subjected to minute scrutiny as I lackthe tools to reproduce literally; rephrasing tocreate fluent, mellifluous texts is wrongWe are employed to be a conduit faithfully re-laying source texts through mindless copy-ing which causes my brain to shut downso my boss thinks me incompetentUnable to deal with the soothing repetition mostpeople

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We shall be taken to Paris – a reminder of France - in the Free State, South Africa; to a resort called Stonehenge – a reminder of England - for a Planning Session How cosmopolitan is this - oh, rejoice ye gods one and all, blessed be the space to be graced by the National Language Service for the period 29 February to 2 March To dream and create visions about a glorious future for the

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I want the excitement and adventure of creative en-deavour, I want the same feelings, not the same dreams, my soul should have been sold ages ago for the highest passion human beings can knowfor adrenaline-laden chal-lenge and new interest taking me to new levels of existence, I am in need of a new consciousness – the old awareness is all worn-out, driven into a rut of routine - I need to

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What to do on a Friday night - first let the men watch what they want on TV, follow hubby about, sometimes eating out, tonight I ate pizza which keeps me awake, now watching TV all by myself Whatever I want - tonight starlight photography focusing on lions at night, the second topic real life haunting - angry spirits - from there on to competing against indigenous tribesmen in Brazil’s Amazon,

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Naxos compilations strive to drive the listener mad, first a wild Spring Vivaldi which makes criss-cross patterns in my mind while I’m going cross-eyed, angular lines affecting mental frequencyNext a calm rowing boat faltering down a sluggish stream, lulling me to sleep, leading to an explosion of little soldier notes jumping up and down like pistons in a car which might take off any timeOn to

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Thought I’d allowed the world to grow infinitely and eternally varied never to lose it again, but evil goblin emerged and sent his shards of broken mirror into my eyes and heart The multiverse sucked into my brain’s black hole, nothing left, not a ray of light, note or musical beat, even alternative universes, the trousers of time splitting off infinitely Only the black hole remains; Michael

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We happily conversed while you experimented, I promised myself I won’t take a bite as you added beef stock to curry, when I refused you insisted, it should be safe - now I’m awake, a small fire in my intestines reminding me why my world is so smallStep over the line of eating restriction and pay the price, I can’t sleep at all, listening to Tiaan’s restless pacing indicates he shares my fate; can

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So the games began: Marius, Aries, said if he were wealthy, he’d never work for a boss - he has problems with colleagues and hates being cooped up with a computer; Nina, horse-loving Capricorn, said colonisation brought infra-structure to AfricaOur African colleague had apoplexy – Christineour warm, loving Leo, dousing the flames: every nation and continent have been coloniser AND colonised in

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You have actually succeeded in convincing me I was making a fool of myself, everything I said interpreted as negative - I give up, conform to your opinion - I am too tired to fight - besides why fight someone who shall do everything that’s wanted - Why expect understanding and friendship when I get common sense, help buying groceries, guidance in human relations, everything required - if you feel

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No need to change my mind - only need to change my feelings, the light shining from my eyes colouring my world; in need of fun, to laugh loud and longUsed to joke about the seven dark nights of the soul – now I’m living one terribly long drawn-out night without laughter in my eyes; where did it all go wrong Can I win back the fantasies that used to bolster me making my way through dead monuments

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As per usual, I survive, standing behind my computer as I cannot sit in my high-back chair, impatient to turn back into a crocodile at home, jumping into the crocodile lagoon, change my mind’s content – especially when My little crocodile son starts mimicking my visit to his granddad, Tiaan’s facial expressions are a treat, reducing his mum to peals of laughter as he goes cross-eyed illustrating

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Oh, best adventure book for kids… ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’, one student said,youthful impressions of vengeance and sad betrayal - his beloved married his arch-enemy – not for me, I prefer ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel’, I said, the hero so bold in action and secretive and his belovedMarguerite so bewildered but faithful to him; this is the best adventure book for kids, I do not want to repeat the

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Piccalilli – the pickle that zings with zest and foretells my royal downfall, a roll prepared with onion, cheese, egg n’ tomato, spiced liberally with piccalilli One bite cost my common sense – knowing full well white rolls make me ill I ate with relish still; it tastes soooo wonderful when one like me Lives in a bland dish desert of safe condiments in black pepper and coarse salt – if I felt

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Failed to find meaning in my immediate surrounds; 1-2-3, a-1-2-3, I went down the street, usual music not speaking to meThought of my dad, cowboy hat on his head, playing his music - Chris Blignaut singing the song of a hapless baboon, a bully-beef can with ants His wireless for greeting his tribe, no tax to pay, he sings - the can’s too tight, his face is stuck, the ants bite him, the baboon

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My heart as light as a feather, already planning on sharing domestic moments while visiting my dad, yes, it has been decided, the kids will go with meNici shall drive the Jeep, Tiaan navigate, I shall sleep, four hundred kilometres to see mom and dad - tuck mom in, stroll with dad on the farm, enjoy his gardenListen to his music and favourite stories, admire the big trucks that inspire him so

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At least I have made myself into the most unlovable person who has ever been, some consolation indeed; I am a scoundrel at work, taking up space and oxygen, at home I’m too pre-occupied to get anyone’s attentionOnly when I became resigned that my daughter would smash her car could I relax while she charged all obstacles, refusing to change gears even when the car stalled; I cried in despair as my

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Confined in office and home is fine as long as I can do things I like -surfing the Internet But when rejection and isolation is my daily fare, when my offerings are met with a cold glare My resolve weakens and my mind disintegrates under the assault of frozen disgust - undisguised Attempts to destroy my spirit make it almost impossible to breathe, yet somehow I am not dead yetWhat keeps me alive

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Ideals like shining stars beckoning, urging me to evolve, to overcome limited concepts binding all in manacles strangling the spirit until we all turn into machines; feelings lost in deep pools of lonely hollowness Ideals fill my space with creativity – turn my eyes inwards to contemplate vistas of endless consciousness: mine is to feel love unconditional, for concepts embodied by another who

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Oh, what an investment we have made with such wonderful kids, Tiaan a handsome young man, everyone says, Nici such a hell-driver, starting college tomorrow, still the same size she was at thirteen, size the source of her driving aggression(?) How great teaching them Badminton, played with Tiaan tonight, his antics reduced me to helpless laughter; Nici invited me to watch ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’

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‘Cent Mille Chansons’ stirs memory, beautiful voice, melody of such bitter-sweet nostalgia, a whispering spirit crying in the cupboard: no drag worm relates stories of new knights and dragons Just dream sustained characters who take their bows, spirits bolstered by lyrics of this song, there always will be a hundred thousand loves – and castles and stars to remain untouched by us One hundred

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The epitome of mindless existence, the apex of living, dancing down the street to the beat of romantic tunes in my ears, feeling the rhythm all-con-suming invading my beingHaving a rave all by myself, enjoying breathing as means to move forward forgetting everything in isolated bubbles of perfect moments strung together by feet twisting in magical sandals Weaving waltzes and beating marches all

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An early office arrival, inbox empty, no-one to defuse my early morning grumpiness, no texts to target my grudge on life against, forced to direct displeasure at inane 7:25 am animation in myself, nursing a headache, feeling useless Still in a state of shock replaying my daughter’s flagrant driving this weekend in my head, lost on how to solve existential conundrums or fete time meaningfully

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I heed a spirit’s whisper wilting on the wind, don’t fell my tree; in dark of seated silence words fall as pebbles noisomely – disturbing inner calm, angering pointlessly All are baulked with bated breath – it feels as if the end is coming near and blindly stifles life, I can’t create a thing, your reading messages from worldliness alive now interferes: So aliens drive Africa in Volkswagen

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The perfect recipe for being a passenger in a car driven by an eighteen year old girl: Reading a book, allowing her to choose her route, staying calm and suggesting the nearest off-ramp when entering the highway by mistakeReminding her dad would have stopped at every robot in orange and all four-way stops; making a pact: we shall both drive sedately from now on, accepting that my driving caused

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Rima never watches scary movies while I never read sad books; trusting Jean Ure to be a good author for children, I read her book, expecting the abused kids to escape nasty parents – it did not happen; leaving me with a gaping hole in my heartThe whole world bathed in a sad grey light, yet it was necessary to feel this sadness tonight, felt melancholic and useless all day: my eighteen year old

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I’m doing my best to realise your ideal – I mean being true to being unhappy, but I am surrounded by dysfunctional people - who enjoy being happyRima is laughter personified, Christine thinks life is lovely, just for her to be amused and surprised Hanlie insists on making the world beautiful with her wonderful being, June is delighted with her house in Gordon’s Bay, Martin is satisfied with the

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Beware Sam Vimes; annoyed by a fantailer hat, jodhpurs and a nervous smile; Sam took on the legendary Jane Austen, author of world renowned Pride and Prejudice, to reform her into a modern writer, criticized the flimsy attire of her five girls Sending them to Florence Nightingale nursing, open a Milliner’s shop to put an end to their small talk, marry Mr Collins the curate shunned by a fastidious

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I give in, in light of the evidence, I have to admit telepathy to be real, biological Inter-net communication seems natural among everybody – just allow me to add that Real knowledge do not seem to transfer through the instinctual system, I am only aware of emotions and feelings, state of mind - information remains obscureI am hooked on feeling and atmosphere, love my job not because of what we

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Love isn’t idyllic tender romance, it is an ideal, a dream; while unhappy relations are built on dependency, happy relations associate self-esteem, respect and dignity Your happiness derives from work and sacrifice ignoring needs for deference, freedom and joy, such self-sacrifice without appreciation makes you feel alone and confused, does not teach Manners commanding respect; love ideally as

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The questionnaire classified me as a problem case with low root Chakra; it arose from when I replied ‘No’ to questions whether I trust people – they implied love means the same as trust I love people unconditionally and accept their shortcomings respectfully – including stupidity; I believe people all have good intent but lack wisdom, that is why I love them regardless I do not trust anyone’s

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It irks me terribly when someone upsets the natural rhythm of my sentences when I write a translation, it is a given that one should say ‘aesthetically pleasing’ as the rhythm is just right; then grammar-conscious pedantic translators change it to ‘pleasing aesthetically’Their insistence on messing up the rhythm so the tongue falters as lines run on drives me wild with frustration, then they

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How develop evergreen self-esteem when yesterday’s regime – 2 kinds of rolls, fresh and warm– can be seen in swollen eyelids and facial expression effect ‘Tis unfair to know all bread and dough is explicitly forbidden, ‘tis so unfair it strengthens my theory the dinosaurs’ extinction was also due to wheat allergy Forced to subsist on grass and grain, they expired with sinuses swollen, unseeing

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Only Terry Pratchett can be forgiven for irreverently sending an unrefined Sam Vines into the pristine company of Pride and Prejuduce - calling this classic a silly romance Vimes launches into a diatribe against the stifling gentility that held rich people enthralled within a useless existence, tells author Jane Austen to write about Corpses, murder and war – a cross between Mickey Spillane and

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Lord Vetinari understands the human psyche so well he thinks smuggling is rather swell, develops enterprise, stealth and original thinking, allowing average people to experience shivers of excitement Lord Vetinari recommends everyone to break the law in delightfully delicious ways from time to time, it keeps the brain sane - lovely advice; though I break the law simply because my brain wiring is

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When kind people tell uninformed nobodies like me their definition of a poem and poetry I love it, how outraged they seem when discovering accounts of small time events which I force on those innocently wandering the sacred streets of real poetry Knowing such highly gifted and perfectly informed critics are there makes us feel safe, they carry the banner of rules and regulations, metre, rhyme and

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While reading my book making me smile with its lovely message, someone else listened to a serious sermon delivered by a male voice in an American accent which leaves me untouched, I realized that all my notions of principle, morality and love were gained from authors of my favourite booksMy ideas were formed after discovering the hero of my life at age nine, since then I have never looked back

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Two Leo’s in class – French professeur from Allianče Frančaise and student from le Service du Changement Climatique who wrote a a theme song for COP, oh wow, what joy, my professeur hates grammar and politics as much as I doSpeaks Afrikaans fluently, hates acronyms, refuses to look at them, loves teaching, gave up translation as boring, talks to her computer; Shumi, student who sings songs &

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Thank you for representing life as a Gothic horror with the nerve-wrecking shocks of demented men, dad as Heathcliff, mom as Mr Rochester’s mad first wife and you a strange mixture between Jane Eyre and the rebellious Catherine Thank you for recreating ‘Great Expectations’ in which you are Pip, for describing your life in Sherwood with Robin Hood among the criminal poor, adding scenes of the

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Women over age forty complain they are invisible to men, must appear young and lie about age for attention - this problem does not exist for people like me who never caught the male eye because we never appealed by attending to themIt is hard work to idealise anyone and the loss of cheap admiration seems to be an advantage as fake charm to exploit a dame never held interest, older women should

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Look at the nature of reality and learn tomanipulate it intelligently, our thoughtsare real and create physical realityWe take our knowledge with us when weleave, if we don’t realise we create realityourselves, we have to returnTo learn that what we encounter is innerreality objectified, love originates in our-selves, not in what we seeWe envision the beauty we seem to per-ceive and everything

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We are fantasies come alive manifestations of consciousness realizations of ideas and visions the universe is one interpretation of innumerable alternatives, more than 99 per cent of the measurable content of our physical dimension is invisible dark matter, the demonstrable effect of invisible energy – all mass is solidified power to be released when requiredTrying to turn this topsy-turvy,

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Love people unconditionally which means never expect anything, simply enjoy their existence as you enjoy flowers and treesthey are not there for you, only remaining aloof you will know peace while delighting in their diversity, never trust them as they are not placed on earth to be worthy, like you - we are all here to enjoy the journey not to serve anybody - here to have fun and never get it

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You are happy, enjoying self-pity - but no fun for me - no freedom to be myself while you lament your life, spending time in sackcloth and ashes Feels like fire and brimstone to me; there is no helping certain people and I am one of them; as of now I shall read my book patiently till you start to count Your many blessings; it might even dawn on you that the bane of your life – ME – was a blessing

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Our quiet school days were immensely enriched when we read Short Stories by Herman Charles Bosman, Oom Schalk Lourens feeling inferior as he lay in old clothes under Abjaterskop while being sniffed by a curious old leopard A young girl thinking it quite commonsense for a young man to dive under the blanket every time a policeman appears; a congregation singing Ps 119 all verses when the pastor

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Rituals are wonderful, the marvellous ritual of greeting beloved landmarks, when we were small my sister and I used to greet a bridge we passed frequently, I greeted a house resembling an over-decorated cake Nowadays I greet three wonderful white houses as we drive to work, wondering about impressive styles, how could their forms have evolved - the third being the most romantic: a Baroque wall

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Every afternoon I catch the sun gilding my little menagerie of figurines and wonder at it, knowing the sun sent these golden beams makes me so happy, my two mermaids (I prefer two of every-thing) and the two small fairies on a sailor’s chest, the porcelain shepherdessThe sun is mischievous, showing the dust clearly, one day I shall get a glass dome for my group, now just watching the sunlight

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1. The slight headache of this morning has now become a vortex of discomfort in which I am twisting and turning as pressure increases, all sense of responsibility lost, I’m forced to see a doctor for antibiotics to combat infection or whatever other ailment is wreaking such havoc, I cannot watch the screen, no coherent sentence forms as I read; all I know is strangulation and suffocation and

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1. Foolish EnterpriseStruck dumb, overcome by this day’s exigencies, opening a document written in Tunisian legalese, no Internet access, looking up terms deepens the mystery, no email messages, no communicationMental files locked in a mist of incomprehension, eyes flickering, images on screen moving, trying to get anything done when my brain is on the blink proves to be a foolish enterprise…2.

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She believed she was a gift to the world, a gift from God, therefore others should provide while she made the plans, dreamt the dreams, cherished visionsShe believed she was a holy person, a martyr for God’s work, all money was hers to dispense as she pleased, she dreamt for everyone in the family while they had to provide for themselvesPossessions left in her care were quickly given to the poor,

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Crying she came, GPS not working, Googlemaps not serving its purpose, got lost, but here she is, I comforted her, the driver is dumb, you are the sweetie, sit down, open your gift, just as you dreamed: a crystal cake stand, so beautiful, you gave me a hat, knowing my fear of sun on my head, the rest of me enjoying it Her account of family: Mom suffering; healthy right leg twitching at night; hip

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Knowledge of realms beyond this reality is non-verifiable, used in creating mental universes, not useful for constructing inter-subjective consensus, diversity is great for its own sake, the eccentric and unique are assets only when they are original, never made into a norm to be enforcedUnique experiences are individual possessions, we are free to refuse anything disseminated in a quest for

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Beyond belief, beyond love, is a delight, an ecstasy unique of happiness complete Irrespective of creed and belief, religion and cult, New Age and the occultGood and bad is the sameif no Deity, we can do all the evil we want Or if there is no God we must do the good He would did He exist Christ, the biggest atheist, saw people suffering and never said: God bless He helped everyone, so people

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Have not given myself permission to worry, but no amount of self-discipline can stop me from being terribly unhappy about Tiaan feeling ill – nausea and vomiting until his hernia started bleeding - just wanted everything perfect for my son undergoing a small procedure closing an opening as big as a golf ballHis dad took him to emergency, though I trust all will be well, I dislike what is

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I love reading about alien abductees, love speculation about crop circles and strange visitations, learning about occult communi-cation, warbled voices from space, infinite universes and proliferating lifeformsTerry Pratchett’s irreverent account of go-vernments successfully hushing up alien encounters due to alien embarrassment about abducting one another while making crop circles and mutilating

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Cannot escape, cannot lift off to leave life behind; though reading of amazing affection, a sensitive heart filled with love driving emptiness and misery away, I’m still caged in darkness without reprieve Stranded in depressive doldrums but unable to place a cause – given my son’s operation is routine and we’re able to afford best treatment anyway, why feel so bad, where is the missing ideal

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I feel wonderful, saw the specialist todayhe shall operate on Thursday, Tiaan shall be back in school next Wednesday, the surgeon looks so competent, I can trust him with the life of my childTook Nici driving today, bought a pillow for her to sit on when I realised she could not see the sides of the car, accompanied Tiaan and Martin to the hospital, fell asleep in the consulting room because Nici

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Can’t see, can’t think, can’t feel, dark inside, sitting in the light with my colleagues, breathing darkness, saw a psychopath on TV last night killing everyone in sight, no remorse, feeling like I do now, losing all connection to life, inability to work out what is wrong keeps me at my post, reading official texts of which one is lost, search function reveals it in archivesIf only I could search

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My beloved daughter came home in a flurry of stories about feeding lambs, killing foxes and sleeping outside on a farm in Namibia as well as a stream of complaints about her room - I put her trinkets away for visiting family Her bedroom lights inexplicably won’t switch on, her dad gets the brunt of that - I reacted like an autistic child, my lips did not know how to smile, listening in silence to

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I live with the Discworld view that everything, reality and idea, comes into existence when created by imagination, continuing in narrative All-That-Is is the product of thought processes, everybody interacts within temporary illusions brought about and maintained by intersubjective consensus It works as long as we remain in physical bodies to keep these illusions alive; energy, intelligent and

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TEN MINUTES AFTER Ah, ten minutes after my lamenting the hernia fate the GP called, catching up at the end of the day, he says it’s to be fixed by a surgeon, tomorrow I get the report to start calling his office, my son laughing and pulling my legHis dad understood my earlier lament, now the ball is rolling, time to do something about the hernia, started when my son was ten, never told his

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I am a machine, replaying in French an expression of English synonyms so bare of feeling my mind empties, spirit dissolves, soul absconds; my chair contains an empty shell of dark despair I hope my spirit returns, soul again whole after retrieving scattered fragments from ends of the earth, I am so lonely without feelings - utter loneliness remains the only sensation, a curtailed sensory event,

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Mother falling asleep in her chair while writing Bible verses in a journal for hours, face buried in her book, claiming to sleep well at night but unable stay awake during the day, falling asleep during meals May her dreams be sweet, accompanied by music she made everywhere she went, may her last hours of repose be filled with wonderful memories and the fire in her spirit burn ever brighter with

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When feeling ‘happy’ as in content, self-confident and justified, we can work well When feeling ‘unhappy’ – dis-comfort, self-doubt, being un-wanted - we can’t do anything All activities which exclude imaginative additions are repetitive and boring While things which give free rein to the imagination seem very interesting and enhance Ability and work capacity…

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My system cannot process maize which I ate yesterday, today I feel like crying and burying my head under a blanket - it makes sense why my ancestors, the dinosaurs, died out trying to survive on a diet of wheat and maize Dinosaurs probably committed suicide under the deep depression caused by food intolerance - I can’t prove this, but the compression in my head is terrible so I become

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1. FIRST THOUGHTS First morning back, holiday eyes strain through multifocals which will not focus on a widescreen, work email won’t open, password can’t be changed, no access to G-drive documents, clearly some ‘me’-time here Time to reorganise papers and drawers, fill in 2012 diary, get ready for the Maya’s predicted end, should their calendar be right – I sincerely doubt this as doomsday

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The lovely little antichrist, Adam Young, says at the end of ‘Good Omens’ by Pratchett - if he declences Armageddon and the Apocalypse and the forces of hell defeats humankind calling down the wrath of the heavenly hosts Only one gang would be left and soon its members would fight each other: the only way to peace is for all life to cease and who wants that? Adam defeats the four horsemen cum

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Rereading “Ageing is an Attitude” I laughed when realising that what the author depicts as the more reflective, slower lifestyle of the elderly, applies to how I have lived from my youth; no wonder I do not see the distinction between young and old and what has to be changed with increasing ageNow I happily settle into my hermit-existence with more self-confidence - relishing my best

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Finished reading true private eye stories searching for missing persons, so many people romantisize the past and early experience; we should enjoy our visions, not try to find them manifested in real events, it is better to fail in tracing old flames or abusive parentsImagination enables us to improve on reality and create a better world - the fact that the past proves their memories of young

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Today is lost, I could not navigate a steady course, mind disturbed, nothing claims my concentration, surfaced now and again to where my head is snared in a net of meaninglessnessCould not create a purpose or set a Don Quixote task, cannot dream the impossible dream for mother, a hip replacement which financial constraints make impossible, pain her constant companionNo state hospital operations,

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This must be the scourge of allergic people everywhere on earth, trying out new dishes amazing new sauces from heaven, innovative sausages with velvet textures - such delight for a wild palate, enjoying forbidden pleasures Exulting in the universal camaraderie of gourmets then, terrible discomfort and malaise, torpor and lassitude - uncontrollable urges to lie down, when horizontal, neck

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The simplistic soul of the small organism revels in sheer joy of existence, delights in basic being as magnificence, enjoying mani-festation as creative realisationRequiring no other justification for appearance, exciting pulse of life is quite enough, ecstatic in being present in abundance - all that is required for throbbing, shining And singing in total abandon to wanton life, passionately

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I do not trust the long rinse and spin cycle of the washing machine, loud and insane, scrunch up the washing, making careful hanging to obviate ironing impossible; I always interfere in rinsing-spinning since washing machines have been designed by demons bent on torturing humansMy distrust of all kinds of machines; except my adorable laptop who takes every word it is fed and returns it to me in

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And then you said, These are wild dreams and mesmerising schemes, how can I go on, how listen to the song; and I said, But you are strong,your wings are wide now that they have stretchedto encompass the biggest scenes your mind can hold, your view enlarged, your song won’t die,just go and please try to reach yonder horizonThen you flew with arms outstretched, you jumped into the abyss, all seemed

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Everything served as stepping stones, I am not grieving as the end appeared to be a new be-ginning; a higher flight, more enchanting delight,no fear at all, this deep dream unique cannot let me fall as the silver chord and golden thread weave in patterns of meaning eluding me still, but beckoning more beautiful then ever before,a masterful voice uttering words so choice, my soul responds, my

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lifted off, flying away for the first time in ages, reached the dream universe where spiritual experience reach the sublime -- when my characters were enclosed in the ambience of magical feelings and conveyed the sensation to me I was there, in virtual reality, where I can experiment with alternative ways of being…so keep on whispering, it is working, keep on flying, destiny is waiting, joy

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U-oh, private eye searches for missing persons, a beautiful client tracking her first love refusing to meet her, she switched to previous boyfriend who reacted the same wayLeaving me with a thousand questions, an un-solved mystery – what about this woman was so abhorrent to her former acquaintance; why is there is no answer - Then the case of a strange woman’s look-alike daughter dating her own

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A lie-detector expert, Clive Baxter, attached polygraph machines to philodendron leaves, tracings showed typical responses obtained when subject to brief emotional stimulation, he decided to burn a leaf and the tracing went wild showing fright, the plant read the threat he only formulated in his head!‘The Secret Life of Plants’ by Christopher Bird and Peter Tomkins proved that plants respond to

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Just finished rereading “Wee Free Men” introducing Tiffany, displacing suffocating allergic reaction due to culinary indulgence by diving into the enchantment of Terry Pratchett’s wonderful proseDid not want the book to end, the story should continue for eternity… sometimes I try to leave the land of dreams, Tiffany found dreams were used to lead people astray – then I eat things that make my

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THE THIRD EYEThe third eye grants a knowledge divine says a Sanskrit Manuscript, with the lightof a million lustrous suns, today scientistssuppose the pineal gland to be the third eye White and grey tissue, pea-sized, cone-shaped, buried at the back of the skull on the brain’s mid-line; primitive, light-sensitive, producing hormone melatonin - melanin pigment for skin/hair colouring Manufactured

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A wonderful life, serving his fellow-man the only fear of old age is death seen as non-being until resurrection at the end of time to face his loving God – such sweet belief led to amazing accomplishment, he is to be commendedHe never allowed an Arthur Findlay to influence him, never checked the British Occult Society or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on continuous awareness after death, nor allowed

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Aging is attitude: what you are when you are young will come to pass as you age; the biggest problem is this book was written by a pastor with years of loving community service, he even served three missionary years in Africa, he recommends service and teaching to fulfil the older person’s need to be neededGiven that I am not a community person, never mastered the art of participating in group

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Kitchen turned into a war zone, books from library making up for lack of colours removed at your request, two wooden boards to lift my books high for easy reading‘Mind, Magic & Mysteries’, ‘Strange Stories and Amazing Facts’, ‘True Stories of a Private Eye’by Tillman and Hunter; Cecil Murphey’s ‘Aging is Attitude’ – such fun finding theseI shall read them one by one, already doing fine;

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Cannibal squid and ninja shrimp, three pupils in eyes on mobile stalks, mysterious tides of red algae, fragile seahorse dwarves found in the CaribbeanPalpable disapproval in angry frowns, I put everything bright, glittering and beautiful awaylay down to watch TV, Nat Geo Wild, squid and shrimp and seahorses and Wizards Deutsche Welle, Weihnacht in DeutschlandGefangenenaustauch, Heimatorte, Geizel

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‘Through The Wormhole’ Morgan Freeman debating whether intelligent life exists in our universe led to my mind getting stuck on the wrong mental station where my fictitious characters cannot help in resolving the argument My five senses let me experience the dead universe which Morgan Freeman insists is the only thing in existence – making me feel so des-perately lonely; I need an alternative to

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Charmed by the wonderful wit of Terry Pratchett in Carpe Jugulum, sharing Agnes Nitt’s admiration for the Right Reverend Mightily Oats’ kindness in helping Granny Weatherwax under the ruse that she was helping him and Granny’s grudging res-pect for a priest of Om no longer burning witches, not burning in holy fire himself meaning he is truly an honest man and bringer of light to dark places The

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Finally swam today, went down to the poolwhere a 16 year old kid did not mind having to escort his mom everywhere – the boy is a treasure; went down the slide and thought I would flip over the side while going around the S-curves, especially when turning nearly 180 degrees trying to sit up from lying on my back which increased the speed much to my chagrin because it made the whole

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