July 12 Nose In A Corner With Code Talker, Shark and the Vagina Stolen From Google Docs by dbK ~ n~ starrdusk

 

snort; Title, stolen from. /the/ google docs is my own. I just ... after listening to the rumors for so long, that I was only copy and pasting somebody else's work, couldn't help myself.  that's what tic looks like.  tongue in cheek.

July 9 2021 Nose in a corner. Cont. From Learning From Mom

Not sure how that developed such a bad rap., but I scared the molasses right out of a couple that kept bullying my mind one night in my campground. I was working, I was asking them in my mind to stop, and just getting uncomfortable about how I wanted to handle this, this time. I was writing about Tesla’s Tower, and about the invention we had going in his lab.
And thinking about the schools where the kids had been learning about fossils;
it was a part of my classroom rules that, when we are working, and everybody is studying in silence or quiet time, no bullying would be dismissed. The one hitting the hardest… I mean the one who was pushing for the fight would be sat in a corner where he or she could see only the two walls on either side of him or her, in their peripheral.
The young couple mumbled loudly, yes really, and I found a moment between their breaths to quietly explain (they were tenting opposite of where I was tenting, with in stones throwing distance. I took a moment to explain what would be required of them during corner time. Class and or homework done, while listening to the teacher talk after quiet time. You’re right, it was a lecture time and students were doing their work at the same time. So, notes would be taken by the one in the corner, and school work would be done if you don’t understand anything you circle it or write it down, and you will get help after school.

It's mostly relative to the habitual character of the student; if your little gobi is a regular at bullying, he or she will also have the chance during that sit in the corner to write out his or her reasons and complaints as to why the bullying was occurring. This isn’t a 15 minute sit, I explained. The difficulty in bullying is when the other person could be simply more passive aggressive, so teacher wants to keep his or her eye on the ones being obviously bullied, or the one who is reacting to it. I considered having them both in the corner but of course, the parents and students alike complain loudly about their Gobi being disciplined when he or she is the victim.

Either way, I want to hear from each of them the story, but not on class time.

But I’m real, here, alive, and don’t like to be bullied.

I got on to them, for pushing at my brain, but and yes, I told them that this was a classroom, and stick them both into a corne.I had to explain the rest because, I frighted them a bit; I could feel it in their whispered.ouch. crazy, I didn't say anything outlaid, just did what I'm doing now. Next morning, the group on the other side of the trees tested, as I was waking up, to see if I could... well... not a good place to continue this so, stop, deb.

yep.

July 12 2021

Two facebook personal ‘mentions’ in the first 10 minutes of getting online.

Code Talker, which I spoke of in ( which article was that? When I mentioned that I thought this was some government goings' on?)

And Shark week?

I don’t have to make up a story about Shark, because I already have it in my repertoire of stories, about (the ) Shark, who told me I wasn’t taking things seriously enough when people dissed me personally, and dissed the idae of their minds being led and wired so that they respond to thing like cancel culture and the people they are cancelling as the system or a large group in the system, wants them to respond. I now know that very few even know why they are cancelling somebody, other then rumours they hear and those rumour's as factual truth, or by system in whatever personal way, lets them know I, or you or whoever, is one of the cancelled, with out giving them reason. One way they think they know is by

hearing, but what they don’t know is that they are hearing what they are allowed to hear. Do they, or you , think that just because you hear it in voice or thought, then it’s true? YOu have no idea and thus prove that you are not thinking, just following the lead of the system that, itself, doesn’t even know the truth about a person. Based on one thing? YOu have no idea how those who designed the system, or set the system are able to fool you. It hasn’t changed; just because you may be what you think of as one mind, you think that there is nothing that can get in to that system and fool you. You haven’t see the way they work. I have, and I still know how easy it is to be fooled, but that’s only because I know you can be.

In moments like today? I don’t even know what you wanted from me. And the mind games are, excuse me but i’m going to be truthful, they are pure waste. I can’t say bull shit, because bull shit is at least good for making things grow, but these mind games are meant to kill you slowly,* and remove your ability to be your one self which contributes to the whole. Was it the song, Disturbia? It’s a good song; it has a lot to say, and it has some good musick and voices playing through it. You wante only to know if that was me? At KFC? Yes.

I was on the verge of being in my twenties, living with an aunt and uncle in Mississippi, and my younger cousin, who was in her mid teens. When she began talking about the vagina and the urethra… which she didn’t name other than the place where our pee comes out, she thought they were the same place. I struggled with discussing this with her because her parents were very careful about her not learning stuff from me that she was too young for, but i had this discussion with her. It opened the door for her to talk with me as we grew older, about feminine matters and matters of sex. I continued to be called on the floor by my aunt and uncle, but I also continued to answer her questions. SImple language, intermingled with the biologically correct terms was a natural part of discussion. It’s the same with my daughters, and my son, depending on where they are and how they treat their own talk; this younger daughter KNOWs the names of the biological terms, but this seems to be her choice of wordage, so, I go with it. She is 31, as of this past Saturday. I’ve always been that way with my kids, and don’t understand how my older daughters have forgotten the talks I had with them about pregnancy and menstruation; I sometimes think that at least one of them has listened or heard so much about friends who never had these talks with their parents, or about society teaching that parents just don’t have these talks like they should, that they’ve forgotten our times together when I slowly even led them to questioning just so I could get those conversations out of the way before it was too late and they had to go to everybody else.  

July 11 2021

Wings to ALtair first half and “Space, so far away, and yet you're all around me; if I close my eyes, will I lie, in the place you found me?” works well together.** While writing Sarah I thought about music playing on the craft for those who slept, and about us drawing the sounds, the sounds of space and the starrs singing through the walls as part of the background musick. The background music includes the sounds of space while the creator of the songs adds the melody and harmonics.

I first learned about harmonics in a guitar class at Placer High School. I'd heard it before, but found that it's how one get's their tuning to perfect pitch.

Space, far away, and yet you're all around me; if I close my eyes, willI lie, in that space you found me.

Summer Child is Pence's song. I dedicated to him while working on a canvas, after I'd been to Hawaii and had been introduced to the hearts of the Pilots, though these songs, at the airport out of Kawaii

Oh my; the geese in the background nowhere such a perfect addition to this song.

At home each time I registered to Summer Child, it created a longing in me, but a loving from somebody to somebody.Deep. As I perused internet over the course of a week, a picture caught my attention, a video, of Pence, and I heard in my mind, the Summer Child.. so, the night I dedicated it to him, on ( I'm going to say it was Old Glory, but the three swans also come to mind.

The Pilots were taking their breaks. I was sitting on a stone bench at the end nearest the landing fields, watching them come in. After a while, one came by and stood, about a a foot away, more like 2 1/2; ( ok.) and then there were three, until they were Hal circle surrounding me. Peace. They stood quietly, and then began to softly speak each other. I could only hear the musick and relaxed into it.

On the plane, well, just say it didn't stop at the airport. I've never felt that like this in a place like this before, as men, some in suits, one looking at first like an old friend, Fred Granville, and took their seats, in back of me, a man in a turban sitting next to me.

Somewhere in the trip, flying over the fields and patch workish layout below us, I looked across the isle, and down, and was still seeing the land; the isle was gone. I'm accustomed enough to odd things happening to not panic, and watched it pass below, then began seeing if it matched up with the land to the side of me, remembering that I was moving so I'd have to joint these together... yes, they matched.

Sand fe. Love.

Peace, said the man in the isle right behind me.

If you can hear the musick now, you know that it was shared by others then, as well.

So, Pence; Summers Child. Pilots. It fit. I wrote a recognition of him by the place that the longing had come from. Not at all flowery like you might think; it spoke of his wife, and of another love whom he'd known, or would know. The love between them; dancing.  I thought, he will meet you on the dance floor.  Or did.  

I sent the song quite in mind, and then included the gratitude and longing to the Pilot's who fly the skies, home shared that longing with.

(for me, however, it would be split between the skies, and a depths of the sea, or depths of the great streams and pools of water.  

summer child; I thought of the knights of Dresdens books, 

I’m going to surround my new home with Jasmine and Lilacs.

The Emerald Valley Goes With Trucker Forrest although that canvas has changed much since trucker himself stepped in. Still, that painting will be at least three more once I can get my paints and canvases out again. It is only a piece of My Emerald Valley.