Chapter 6: ‘FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY’

 

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 6

FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY


Edited by W. Marmoset Yarn
Co-Edited By I. Podrovsky & John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

The Wages of Synchronicity Always Pay on Time.
It had been KRONOS who has first uttered aloud to the Firmament:
“I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Mean”.
Kronos always knew that at some point, Synchronicity would come back to bite him in his big old ‘Gluteus Maximus’, yet this is what happens when the creator of time is in two minds, one coming, the other going, and each inhabiting its own world. And once in the outer boroughs, Kronos knew that Synchronicity (the City of Time) was like unto a large snake devouring its own tale, making itself parallel to its own existence, swallowing past, present and future like a communion wafer stuck to the roof of the mouth.
Yet Kronos had had no choice. He had time left over after the creation of the clock, so the extra time,
Lending an extra hand & not to be wasted, was tied into the construct of Déjà Vu, time loops.
Then again, this is what is required when attending a planet that spins, since the rotation of the planet itself is what produces the momentum of motion that we have come to acknowledge as TIME.
Kronos had been warned by his father Uranus as a youth, that he would have to be responsible for all of his creations, and would have to inhabit them to know their needs, otherwise, Nemesis is created and bred, as all things return to the fingers of their origins.
Kronos, like most young men born to high expectations, mainly ignored his father and would tease him by calling him ‘Urtesticles’, or ‘Urpenis’. Sometimes he would squeal in delight “ Uranus, UrBalls Are On Fire!”  Despite his frustration, Papa Uranus too would get a chuckle out of these squibs, as he too wondered why his mother Gaia, the Earth in all her glory, had given him just a crazy ass name.
Perhaps this is why Uranus gave birth to the Furies, as well as to the Titans, perhaps to ‘tighten up’ his own psychology as it concerned his saturnine cosmology. Yet he was ever pragmatic, which is again perhaps why his favored son Kronos, drove a Saturn as his main chariot.
 
PROMETHEUS
Was Driven from Heaven
& Banned from Hell
Because both God
& The Devil
Knew Him Well.

WHO CANNOT GIVE ME LIFE CANNOT GIVE ME ORDERS!
(Chi Non Mi Può Dare La Vita, Non Mi Può Dare Ordini)
 
Prometheus is recognized by the ZOOATHALON as a founding father. He opened a door into a new reality and provided a place to dwell. He was regarded as a ‘SYSTEM’S FIXER’ whose chief interest was that the offspring of Heaven had ample room to grow towards their most fruitful horizons, that they may once again level their ascension back onto the Emerald Planes from which they came.
Once upon many pre-moons, when Wonder & Mist Were One, there were a people who lived Under the Earth and needed light. This was when the rotation of the earth saw the North Pole directly facing the Sun, as on its side & always in the light, which left the South Pole facing totally away from the sun on the opposite side, never to see it, engulfing half of the Planet in darkness.
This suited the Milquetoast & Lazy Heavens, which utilized this arrangement to exact a Region of the Damned, isolated for their tendency to question & foil the Gods, as well as having at their disposal a Whole Continent bathed in the glow of
‘Paradise Leased’, where those who were the favored of the Chariot Kings of the Skyways, were granted the luxuries accorded only more lavishly to the Saints in their Satin & Silver Catacombs.
Prometheus always got on well and looked up to his older brother Kronos, both Titans who took after their father Uranus, and Prometheus would later prove an invaluable source of education for his nephew, Kronos’ firstborn, Zeus. But Kronos and Prometheus would fall out once the accusation arose that Time had been Stolen and given to the Earth.
And once planted, like a tree, the seeds of time bore fruit, took Wing and became at once as Terrifying as it was Majestic. Porous, yet Paralyzing.
 
Uranus asked Prometheus to leave Heaven at once.
Which came to the great relief of the other muted Gods, who would finally be Free of Being Critiqued and Taken to Task by the young Lord for having become Soft, Disinterested and lazy. That they cared more about their Myths & Portfolios than in following the Original Design & the Purpose for which they were blown into shape by the Blistering Furnace of Sand & Heat. And he would always harp on about corruption. And always warning Apollo that Hermes was a liar.
 
He even once set the winged messengers’ famed instrument aflame while singing out:
“Liar, Liar, Your Lyre’s on Fire!”
 
And we were nothing if not pragmatic.
He not only would Rob Peter to Pay Paul but invented ‘Pay Pal’ to pay back Peter, while laundering the money through Rob.
 
He Won Few Friends.
(Though to those precious few friends, his Drunken & Slurred
Parting words,
Spat out contemptuously at his farewell party were,
“All Is Blasphemy,
All Is Blasphemy,
So Just Promise To Have
A Blast For Me”)! *
 
So he took his two dogs, Shelley & Goethe and Got the Hell Out of Heaven, with perhaps more Haste than Grace.
 
And the Devil had already gotten word to our fair hero, “Stay The Hell Away From Me!”
So that was that.
The Devil would not trust hosting Prometheus in his domains, for concern that As Usual, he would try to Change Things & Rearrange the Format. And he would Gain Distinction as the only God for whom both God himself and the Devil could gain no traction. In point of Fact, if honestly pressed, Prometheus took a Certain Pernicious Pride in being one of the Very Few Things that brought God & the Devil together in Union.
The One Thing They Could Both Agree On attended by neither reticence nor hesitance.
So Orpheus rose up out of the Shallow Grave of his Mystique
To represent Prometheus’ interests in Hades, wherein his family owned Stock & Shares.
Getting shut out of the Underworld by Satan was One Matter.
Surrendering His Portion of his Inheritance Of the Underworld & its manifold fields and fractal framework to Satan would take more than Toga-Clad Lawyers Fists & Pens and all the pitchforks in hell could handle.
For in the days of the Giants of Legend Ladened Lore, which Loom Large still, Lawyers were expected to Punch It Out, were issues not civilly settled in the allotted time granted by the courts and their sponsors. Those who were good with their fists earned the title of ‘Dukes’, and often their estates.
Leaving all of this behind & blotting it slowly from his mind as does the Sun Dry Out A Summer Rain’s Worth of Water from a small Bird Bath nestled in a Treehouse, Prometheus alighted to his ‘Scarabeo’ time traveling pod, (inclusive of his canine companions & his favorite Horse, ‘Bocephus’) and Wandered the Earth.
Whereupon he saw the Waste & Wanton Wickedness of a Planet Torn In Half, one side’s endless suffering in darkness & Blood Sacrifice, being rendered & boiled while kingdoms Sunny Side Up were being Anointed By Spires of Light in an ever expanding Eden, often escorted by Corpulent Cherubs too
Chubby & Spoiled to have incentive to grow up beyond being more than just a band of charming but deceptive surly little thieves.
And to Prometheus’ mind, granting the vicious & mean fat little brotherhood & the people who idolized them privileges and rights they had yet to earn, Nor having yet found a compelling reason to explain why such perpetual whispers of eternity should have been to them so freely accorded, a harvest whose seeds they knew not of.
The Zooathalon Legends state that with an ‘Eagle’ (his Scarabeo), and guided by Pandora, took to the City Of Time (Synchronicity) and with the aid of Lord Vulcan & the Wizards of Fire, fashioned a solution.
He Would Build A Moon.
A Moon that would Initially Destabilize Everything as the Earth Shifted Dramatically on her Gravitational Axis.
Almost overnight seas would become dry beds and gardens would become oceans, forests the fathers of abundant streams. Fairies born from gushing & gurgling springs. Deserts would thrust themselves into new niches outmuscling the bony & shattered, uncertain terrain. And the People who lived Under the Earth, as well as some who lived above, would be shepherded by the great Zooathalon Warrior Noah in Great Light Ships provided by the Zooathalon to shelter them until the planet Settled into its New Beginning. With Samples of all Vital Genetic Material kept within the ship’s vaults.
The Moon created by Prometheus’ design would reconfigure the rotational gravity field so that the poles sat on top of the other, and not on the sides of the other (like two children sat next to each other in the back seat), whereby the cold grip of death wrested from one entire slice of a globe, even the faintest glimmer of hope.
Prometheus’ Construction would serve simply to make available to the planet, MORE LIGHT.
And instead of either all recoiling while the ‘chosen other’s’ only rejoiced, each man would now have a bit of his brother’s burden to bear as this is how we share light, & as light distributes,
So Too does Vision & the Charity that comes from Clarity.
The Grave Consequence to his own Ascension among those who esteemed him was such that he could Never Return Home, having so incensed and angered his fellow Gods and Elders, who felt betrayed by his less than selfish attentions to matters they felt beneath their concern.
To the Gods of Olympus, People Got What they Got and Were Who they Were, and it were the lot of the Fates to govern them.
Then again, Prometheus always blamed Dionysus and his vintage magic spells for distracting Olympus with self-serving philosophies. For once lost in the world of love that Dionysus poured, logic became lost as well, and the senses ruled by mercy & abandon & never by science.
Though since he was now relocated to Earth, the ‘Outcast One’ did what he could to make his stay as comfortable for him, as it were possible for it to be also for those whom his Sacrificed Served.
He also took Pandora with him (who had her own box set aside for him), as well as his faithful dogs whose barks were poems to their master’s ears, and built himself a Wonderful Palace on the Moon, which also functions as a Holographic Spatial Vortex Manipulator AND, the local galaxy’s largest FRACTAL ENERGY WAVEFORM GENERATOR.

 

THE EYE FLOATER VS. FRACTAL WARS.
 
The ZUGEBRIAN POLICY OF CONTAINMENT
Decreed that anyone who utilized Fractal Science or exhibited the knowledge thereof,
Would be punished severely. The Zugebrian Time Lords subverted Nuclear Waste and their ability to tap into black holes as subatomic raw matter to create anomalies in the body from within its own mental energy field using the atmosphere as a reflective shield of transference. This could transmute disease, hallucination and the complete control of the perception of reality and its avenues of reason.
 
After all, reality is what the Zugebrians program it to be. Though Madness Never Tries To Limit Itself Only To One Side of any Debate.
 
A favored ploy of the Containment Policy was the use of EYE FLOATERS as both agents of distraction, as well as clever designs for time travelers controlled by the Zugebrian Time Lords as ‘Interdimensional Bacterial Agents’. ‘IBA’s’ were Capable of Setting Up Camp Within the Brain
(How ‘Camp’ exactly was left to the individual’s sense of irony), stationed close to the inside of the middle of the forehead, the mythical ‘Third Eye’ and Programmed to Implant Thoughts & Attitudes within the mind. They were brilliant tools of ‘Thought Design’, ‘Mind Sculpturing’, and if used excessively, could literally drive a person into the more relatively comforting arms of despair, a place from which the Time Lords find it more convenient to rule those beneath their upturned noses.
 
Lucidity is only an advantage to those with power.
To those without, it is a curse.
 
EYE FLOATERS are INDEFENSIBLE!
At least in Principle,
Which makes Fractals Indispensible.
 
By perverting Fractal Science, the same science taught throughout the star chain by Prometheus when it fell beyond Pandora’s seductive reach, the Zugebrians were able to create the wiggly, twisty, bewildering little buggers that are prone to such blindingly repetitive deception, such hypnotic trickeration, while managing to steal your thoughts right out from under your cauterized brain, concussed by too much concurrence and replacing it with consensus.
 
It was like being in ‘Snowglobia’, where the Plastic Liquid Orb was always being Violently Shaken into the form of a World in Constant Stress & Flux.
Then again, Eye Floaters often announced the presence of ‘Time Spasms’, or Fluctuating Soft Spots in the fabric of the space/time continuum’s Nexus, Crossroads where boundaries overlap between one dimension and the next.
 
It became known that EYE FLOATERS INCREASED IN TIMES OF SYNCHRONICITY.
 
It was also accepted that FRACTAL LASERS CURED EYE FLOATERS.
 
But these machines were dangerous to possess, since they also did what the Time Lords feared most, they presented Clear Visual Knowledge of the Future and Variable Options for the Maximization of Creative Potentials beyond the masks that the Zugebrian Holographic Moons projected for the slaves in their command to wear,
Dividing them into the Appearance of Different Tribes distrustful of one another, PRECISELY Because Each Suspects The ‘Other’ to be wearing A Mask, a False Face not true.
And Not Seeing Beyond their Projections, they can Never See Themselves.
 
Prometheus wept in earnest for what the Zugebrian Time Lords had done with his Fractal innovations.
 
Then Again, He Above All Understood That Since He Himself Had Stolen Light & Given It to Man, By Cosmic Justice Man Would Not Always Be so Kind & Forgiving to Him.
To make matters worse, On The Bastard Side of his family lean, the Zugebrians Were Descendents of his own Titanic Bloodlines, which even Cross-fertilized with the blood of Pythagoras, though these swaggering bitches may have been Members, but for sure not Among His Numbers.
 
His great Rival and Nemesis Apollo (whom Prometheus used to insult before the Council of the Gods as the “Great God of Chickens”) had never forgiven him for having Fathered A Child with Calliope, one of Apollo’s most inspiring muses & A Daughter of Song, who was thought Not Yet Ready for the onrush of such Ravenous & Carnal insight into Rapture and its ever moistening delights.
 
Apollo Loved Well His 9 Muses, His Marigold Maidens; they for him were Not A Harem, but his Cosmic Birthright, All Of Them A Responsibility & Each for Certain a Particular Pain in the aforementioned ‘Gluteus Maximus’.
 
Prometheus thought otherwise of Apollo’s conceit regarding his ladies in waiting and didn’t really give much of a ‘Fuzz’. He acknowledged his own jealousy as much as his right as a Titan To Be An Asshole & An Ace Contrarian simply for its own sake.
He Loved Music as much as his fateful conquest Calliope, for whom music’s Embrace became a bit more Sullen & Blue after her Brazen, Bronzed lover was Banished from the Gates of Heaven’s Wards and Slithery Precincts. And she always held a grudge that for her baby daddy, Politics seemed more important to him than Love.
 
Though in fairness Master Prometheus’ horses were never driven as much by LOVE as they were by DUTY.
 
The Time Lords Understood Clearly Why they Feared Man.
 
Because the Time Lords created man in their own self-serving image and knew who THEY were, so feared us becoming the same beasts as them. Our containment would be made almost impossible to impose, on those awakened to themselves and the rights bestowed by coming alive through knowledge, being reactivated by the very light particles created to bring order and sensibility into the far strewn reaches of meteor zones where chaos and division roam by default until beauty fractals itself into the borders of a new reign.
 
In Oppressing Humankind, the Zugebrians were not Quite Sure whether they were Denying Us by Preventing Us, or Saving Us from Becoming Them.
 
But the Eye Floater Wars convinced Prometheus that the Zooathalon would have to increase its support of the SHEMALIAN guerillas that were smuggling Fractal technology back into the hands and minds of those who would make every effort to Restore Vision & Liberation to those who were seen to have violated the Zugebrian Policy of Containment.
 
The Shemalians, allies of the Zooathalon in long standing, were a tribe of Hermaphroditic origins who were thus both Male & Female, (and therefore uniquely equipped to quarrel with themselves, though they rarely exercised this as a productive activity) who could reproduce by themselves via frequency levitation, and who frankly, scared the shit out of the Time Lords and their whole agenda for their territories pertaining to gender and its politics notwithstanding.
 
The Shemalians were formidable warriors, and also patient negotiators. Their skills were needed and relied upon. They devised a way to release Fractal Configurations capable of being used as light ships compatible with their Scarabeos, to infiltrate the 4th & 5th dimensions and thereby implant upon the Brainwaves & Chakras Freshly Encoded information aimed at the Liberation of the senses of those bombarded with Eye Floaters.
 
There was a FRACTAL LIBERATION SOCIETY who supported such endeavors and felt strongly that Fractal Knowledge Should Belong to All of Those Willing to take Responsibility for it.
Fractals functioned on the biological level as a Blood Purifier and Electro-Magnetic Nutrient Supplement & Resonance support system that eradicates the Lower Based Frequencies of discomfort and ailment. And a Fractal Invasion was underway and at this point, all but unstoppable.
 
The Fractal Liberators understood that in having created the Moon that now governs the Earth,
Prometheus had also unwittingly unleashed from the pale precipice of Pandora’s pampered purse, a ‘BI-POLAR’ PLANET.
 
The Fractal Liberation Society of the Zooathalon knew very well that in life, nothing comes full circle. Since everything, life included, is on a Spiral, and is either going up or down, never just round and round. And that nothing disappears but only rests for a spell beneath the sheltering shade of the shadows & its sometimes shivering swoon, caught between the Solar Tides & an ever shifting moon.
Landlocked & Shell-Shocked, traumatized, cock blocked.
 
And they learned from their faithful friend Prometheus, the Son of the original Titans (and who mocked his father’s name while never having worn a Court Jester’s clothing) that We Are the Snake with the Tail in its Mouth and that most assuredly, THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY ALWAYS PAY ON TIME, if not always on Schedule.

Post Script:
Forget the nonsense about Prometheus having been chained to the side of a mountain, with each day his liver being devoured by birds. That was a Zugebrian finessing of the facts. Instead, HE ATE BIRD Livers Daily & shared them with the Lions and Giraffes he befriended near his mountain retreat.
 
The mere fact that he would entertain even in his own mind, being helplessly eaten & dominated by birds, was as amusing as it was insane.
 
And Prometheus didn’t do chains.
In fact he was known to be so averse to anything even remotely cage like or suggestive thereof,
That he wouldn’t even wear Pin Striped Suits, because they reminded him too much of being behind bars.
 
Even thread sized Bars made of Silk & Fine Fabrics, were too much for his indifference to what they represented.
And Chain were Chains, even if only just painted on a wall or merely in the backdrop of the repressed imagination.
And for the same reason he never wore bracelets.
Nor would his Brave & Breathtaking Sons ever wear Braces on their teeth,
The same teeth with which they would devour the sins of the world.

And thus concludes these Fractal Fables!

By Sananda Maitreya for TreeHouse Publishing, Milano Italy, April 1st 2015.

May the Spirit of God Bless & Keep Yours!

 


Songs:

1. THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:27)
2. GIRAFFE (4:44)
3. I WANNA BREATHE (3:46)
4. I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:12)
5. THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:11)
 

Credits:
Song 1: The Marriage of Nigaro
Drums, Piano, Congas, Maracas, Tambourine, Chimes, Organ, Strings, French Horns,
Fuzz Bass, Bass, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 2: Giraffe
Drums, Piano, Congas, Bongos, Sleigh Bells, Organ, Bells, Strings, Pan Flutes,
Bass, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 3: I Wanna Breathe
Drums, Bass, Piano, Organ, Maracas, Sleigh Bells, Finger Cymbals, Dobro Slide Guitar,
12 String Acoustic Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 4: I’m Not Angry (I’m Just Mean)
Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Banjo, Piano, Organ, Moog Synth,
Strings, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 5: The Birds Are Singing
Acoustic Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Bongos, Maracas, Chimes, Mellotron Flutes,
Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Lyrics:

THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:27)

The Wedding was on Friday the 13th
The Biggest Crowd Venice Had Ever Seen!
Desdemona’s Father’s in Pain
‘Cause He Didn’t Raise Her for Othello’s Gain
But She had Faith in her Man
& So It Began

Time is on your side
If you are true
Do you take her hand?
Yes I Do! (5)

Here Comes Guitar John
He’s Bipolar with his Bifocals on
Here Comes the Barber of Seville
In a Cadillac with Genghis Khan
& Too Much Time to Kill
Shakespeare Was There with his Pen
& His Pills

Time is on your side
If you are true
Do you take her hand?
Yes I Do! (5)

Here comes Tarzan & Jane
Bringing Rice from the Boroughs
& Swinging on the Vines that Remain
Apollo’s Muses Were There
& I saw Calliope with Blue Notes
In Her Hair
Lochinvar Was Rocking His Car
With Beethoven at the Piano Bar

Time is on your side
If you are true
Do you take her hand?
Yes I Do! (5)

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GIRAFFE (4:44)

Giraffe
The Kind that really makes me laugh
The Kind that makes me happy
To sit around & sing on your behalf
Your neck is longer than my path
But equal to my distance

And do you fall asleep
& Count your sheep
Or the promises that you keep?

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe
I’d like to have your Autograph
Please sign it to ‘Sananda’
& Wave your Magic Wand All Over Me
& How Far Can You Really See,
Skyscrapers In The City?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street
For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe
Have you ever felt a draft
When you were in the army
Stuck in traffic with your
Golden Calf?
& Who helps you with
All the Math
When you pay your taxes?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street
For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street
For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

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I WANNA BREATHE (3:46)

Assassinate Me With your Quarrels
Annihilate Me with your Morals
I Don’t Really Want your Laurels
I Wanna Breathe
I GARNER that you are Here to Kill Me
If I Were not ‘Black’ you’d Feel Me
So I will Scream until you Hear Me
“I Wanna Breathe”!!!

I WANNA BREATHE
FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH
BECAUSE I TRUST
JUST WHAT I SAID

At Night I Wake Up in my Sleep
Counting Slights instead of Sheep
I Pray that my Soul to Keep
I Wanna Breathe
I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Mean
If Color Lines are all you See
If I’m a Dog, then you’re a Flea *
I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE
FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH
BECAUSE I TRUST
JUST WHAT I SAID

The fables of Misfortune favors
HEADLINES that will Sell the Papers
Before My Coffin Closes
Filled with Roses
I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE
FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH
BECAUSE I TRUST
JUST WHAT I SAID

I Wanna Breathe!

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I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:12)

Strange
How All the People Around you
Change
When your Destiny is in
Chains
& Your Gravity is
Outweighed
By All the Pressure it’s Seen

‘Cause I’m Not Angry
I’m Just Mean (2)

I Came
From A Cloud of Dust
That Hangs
Over the Whispering
Of My Name
& The Blood Running
Through My Veins
& Jumping Out Of My Scream

‘Cause I’m Not Angry
I’m Just Mean (2)

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim
I Was A Native Son
My Feet Couldn’t Find
Time To Kill Them
So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

Crying
Is A Waste Of
A Good Man’s
Time
So Accusers Can
Stand In Line
Even Wilson Pickett
Could Carry your Sign
It Won’t Matter to me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry
I’m Just Mean (2)


I Was A Lonely Pilgrim
I Was A Native Son
My Feet Couldn’t Find
Time To Kill Them
So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

I Dig Deep
& What I Fail To Find
I Keep
Beneath A Mountain
Of Memories
Synchronicity
Pays My Wage
& Keeps My Apples Green

‘Cause I’m Not Angry
I’m Just Mean

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim
I Was A Native Son
My Feet Couldn’t Find
Time To Kill Them
So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

The Grave
Is No Bigger For Those
Who Are Brave
If You Count
All the Love You Save
Light your Candles
& Turn the Page
But Don’t Come Looking For Me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry
I’m Just Mean (4)

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THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:11)

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days
In Misery, Anticipating
Everyday is Such an Opportunity
To Live in the Moment
Live in the Moment

Horses Gallop through the Fields
The Flowers Blossom in the Garden
Why Should I Hang on to Fear &
Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress?

When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing
& In My Heart
A Bell is Ringing
& Life Is Short
Is What I’m Thinking
When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing

Willows Swaying in the Breeze
A Child is Playing by the River
Showing me that There Is More than
Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing
& In My Heart
A Bell is Ringing
& Life Is Short
Is What I’m Thinking
When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days
In Misery, Anticipating
Everyday is Such an Opportunity
To Live in the Moment
Live in the Moment

Heaven Floating in my Heart
Makes Me Happy & Excited
I’m Laughing as I’m Letting Go of
Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing
& In My Heart
A Bell is Ringing
& Life Is Short
Is What I’m Thinking
When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing

When Just Outside
The Birds Are Singing!

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www.Sananda.org
 

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