tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70581102011-07-27T00:15:52.049-07:00Thoughts on those eternal mysteries: Life, Love, Dreams, Just Being, and other stuff...Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1122367581515505652005-07-26T01:45:00.000-07:002005-07-26T01:46:21.520-07:00

Now I'm wandering all around, I feel like I'm floating in a fluffy cloud. I see everything but not like you... Even though you see it all too, the glasses we look through are two very different hues. I see orange and you see blue. The funny thing is, I respond the same way you do. Because no matter what color, poo is still poo. So this is what I conclude: Don't look with your eyes for they

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1119779700578115722005-06-26T02:35:00.000-07:002005-06-26T02:55:00.583-07:00

Well, I've been trying to leave an audio blog for the past couple of weeks now but for some reason I can't get through.I dunno if they just don't offer the service anymore or what but I'm gonna try a few more times over the next week or so...But anyway, the trip to NY was awesome! We went to the Statue of Liberty and it was amazing!!!Montauk was amazing too. The weather was wonderful and the

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WOO HOO!We got video...Yaaaay!!! These I'll switch up every so often too, so check back to see which music vid I'll play next...Hope you guys love it!~M

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1113814182878505862005-04-18T01:42:00.000-07:002005-04-18T02:05:42.856-07:00

Soo... I've learned how to do something really cool!As you can probably hear, that something is how to play a MP3 on here.Cool huh? It's only a 30 sec. loop, so if it's too much for you (or too little), you can always click stop on the player.I'll be switching the songs up frequently so hopefully you won't get too sick of any one looped sample. Eventually I'm gonna learn how to add artist info to

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Just a Matter of Time, Paul Kos, 1990Fifteen cuckoo clocks, hammers, and sickles, 84 x 144 x 8 in.Collection of the Oakland Museum of California (The clocks represent the republics under Soviet domination during the Cold War.)

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Could someone or something switch us off?Could it possibly be true that our world is just a computer program, or a hologram, or a dream?Although it's about the weirdest thing you could think of, there are some tantalizing clues this might indeed be the case.The stuff we call 'reality' simply isn’t very real after all.It may look real, and feel real, and smell real. But if you know where to look,

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I Wrote this, Oct 6th 2002Even though sicknessAnd sadness is all aroundYour glowing loveis still abound.Through the draknessI see lightAnd after the madnessIt will be right.Some fearsWe can not escapeBut that's howYou and I relate.You think it's goneBut it's still here,It had no reasonTo go anywhere.The confusion cameWhen it changed,We didn't knowIt was time to grow.So, "It Left."Is what we

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1108639788432975482005-02-14T03:29:00.000-08:002005-03-03T06:51:01.046-08:00

I've been thinking a lot lately about my home town and the other places I've lived.It's like sometimes when I think about my whole life up until the past few years, I get this weird, lonely and kinda empty feeling. Like I miss that whole part of my life that doesn't exist anymore so much that it makes me sad inside to be so far away from who I used to be. Like I'm terrified of getting to know

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"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete." -Anonymous"One has to wait without impatience for what should come, and yet at the same time do everything within one's power as though one were impatient and as though one were solely responsible." -Rodney CollinMagical Hands... Where are you?

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As you know, I've been working on my new scheme and theme and all that jazz but I've hit a plateau. I've actually hit a motivaton/inspiration plateau with a lot of things in my life altogether... Things are actually pretty good in my life right now which kinda sucks because it seems that when all is going right I have zero and I mean ZERO sense of creativity. I don't need an outlet for my rage

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UPDATE!!! I've been working oh so very, very hard on my new template... None of the new stuff will be revealed until I'm a lot closer to finished though. Hopefully, it will be worth the wait... Hopefully, I can manage to post something in the mean time as well. Thanks for all your patience and support!

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1104912779076287152005-01-05T01:12:00.000-08:002005-01-09T23:47:03.863-08:00

Cock-a-doodle-doo Click above for Feng Shui influences... YAY for 2005, Year of the Rooster!!! Painting by Li Ming You are a Rooster if you were born in: 1921, 1933, 1945, 1957, 1969, 1981, 1993, or 2005 The Rooster is the strutting peacock of the Chinese Zodiac! These quick thinkers are practical and resourceful, preferring to stick to what is tried and true rather than taking messy,

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The precise moment of the 2004 Winter Solstice in my hemisphere was December 21 at 4:42 a.m. Pacific Time. In so many ways it has been a very meaningful day for me... But here's what it has meant to so many others: The Roman midwinter holiday, Saturnalia, was both a gigantic fair and a festival of the home. Riotous merry-making took place, and the halls of houses were decked with boughs of

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Before I tweaked the color, you could tell that every person in the picture is me. Click on it to see it full size! It had been quite a long time since I had been on a swing until I shot the series of photos that now make the one above... As a child and even still today my favorite thing on the playground is definitely the swings. My hair flying into my face as I swoop backward and then it

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Somedays all you can do is wish for that moment...Somedays the closest you'll ever get is wishing, and if your lucky, even dreaming...Somedays when you're around him your palms get sweaty, your stomach gets queasy, and you suddenly become lovely. You smile a lot and giggle; you fidget but you're poised - You relax just the slightest and release a great sigh. Somedays you're that girl, you have

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Visions and Ideals by James Allen The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers. It cannot let their ideals fade and die. It lives in them. It knows them in the realities which it

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According to folklore, October's full moon is called the "Hunter's Moon" or sometimes the "Blood Moon." It gets its name from hunters who tracked and killed their prey by autumn moonlight, stockpiling food for the winter ahead. You can picture them: silent figures padding through the forest, the moon overhead, pale as a corpse, its cold light betraying the creatures of the wood. The Blood Moon

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I was in Union Square Park in San Francisco about five days before my twenty-first birthday. I loved that spot. That's where all the skate rats would hang out, smoke weed, sketch, write, and drive the cops crazy... Do whatever seemed punk rock and expressive at that given moment. It was the jump-off point of any adventure or scheme that we could think up on a particular day... That's where I felt

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1098783805902043642004-10-26T01:34:00.000-07:002005-01-05T17:02:28.620-08:00

I thought I'd never sit down and just blog away the way you're supposed to... Until I was so inspired by my favorite blogging chica, HeroineGirl. (her writing talent is far superior to mine though) See, if you check out all my archives you'll see that there's only a handful of pieces that I, myself, have written. Everything else has been extracted from other websites because they said something

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A sickness unto death. Psychological cramping. A permeating, soul-rotting infection. Marrow-draining, will-weakening, cancerous growth. Awaken the Void! Get acquainted with the presence of absence. Experience the fear of loss! The illusion of having had! The march of time! Prepare for the ride of a lifetime! Infect thyself willingly with that which poisons all else with lack. Shake hands and

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By Flavia Kajoba The longing, The wanting, The waiting, How much I hate the waiting. Feelings, Emotions, Held in for too long. The ever pressing fear that everything is a lie. Man, Who I long for. My feelings that convey, My ever searching love. Feelings hidden, The longing is killing me, The waiting destroying me from within. Pain, Unbearable pain. Wanting, Unbearable wanting. Lies, All

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1097667207497042992004-10-13T04:07:00.000-07:002004-10-16T03:09:28.286-07:00

Honestly, I don't think I'd ever wanna erase any memory of mine, especially the ones filled with the utmost heartache. Heartache is awful but don't we learn a lot from it?? Yes we do. I know that I've experienced true love only when I've experienced true heartache. Now the hardest questions come to mind: Can we ever have one without the other or are true love and true heartache inevitably and

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Rodin, The Kiss, 1881 It's why your knees go weak, your palms sweat, your stomach does flip-flops and you begin to stammer when you're around a certain person that you think of as more than "just friends". When sparks fly between two people, we're quick to say they have "chemistry." Not everyone realizes that such couples literally have do have chemistry--it's what's behind those sweaty palms,

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1096959953886994942004-10-04T23:53:00.001-07:002004-10-26T03:59:13.056-07:00

Ego is your sense of individuality. It is the powerful illusion that exists in us all and creates the appearance of separation from the whole. Ego's greatest fear is death of itself. Mankind experiences this fear by its own fear of physical death. A person who is self realized knows that there is no death. All that you accumulate is a reflection of your ego. Your car, house, clothing, and even

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1095051329614103352004-09-12T21:55:00.000-07:002004-10-16T02:56:59.386-07:00

Prison Pete I stumbled upon this guys blog and thought it was quite interesting...

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Click on picture to see enlarged view Shangrila-la

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"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart." -- Anne Frank Peace.

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Aries Horoscope for week of August 5, 2004 "Charles Baudelaire counseled readers to be drunk continually 'on wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish,' "wrote Kate Taylor in The New Yorker. "But he also thought drugs were a perversion of our taste for the infinite and that great minds could furnish their own intoxicants." I'm hoping you're one of those "great minds" the French poet was

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota hardcore, Facedown Records Album Art By Derek Hess Derek Hess is one of my favorite artists - Mostly for the fact that all his work contains a good amount of emotion. I also really admire figure drawing drawing skills.

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Don Paulson, Enchanted Moonrise, Canun, Mexico by Robert Moss One of the greatest gifts of dreaming is that it puts us in touch with our soul. It takes us beyond the limited understanding of the everyday self and shows us who we are, what our soul’s purpose is in this life experience and what our heart truly yearns for. There is a word for this vital function of dreams in the language of

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Wasn't born to the Percussion Family, Or to the Strings. I was born to the Brass, Meant to blow that thing! -Micha      

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There may be no other concept that captures the imagination more than the idea of time travel -- the ability to travel to any point in the past or future. What could be cooler? You could jump into your time machine to go back and see major events in history and talk to the people who were there! Who would you travel back to see? Julius Caesar? Leonardo da Vinci? Elvis? You could go back and

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Donna Ciaciarella, Yellow Flower 1998. oil on canvas, 36 X 36 in. 

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  The term déjà vu is French and means, literally, "already seen." Those who have experienced the feeling describe it as an overwhelming sense of familiarity with something that shouldn't be familiar at all. Say, for example, you are traveling to England for the first time. You are touring a cathedral, and suddenly it seems as if you have been in that very spot before. Or maybe you are having

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    Krishnamurti on LOVE "The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed." "...when there is love you have nothing more to do. Then where you are, you have heaven; then all seeking comes to an end." "When you get rid of attachment, there will be love." "

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by Rob Brezsny This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking thumbsucking dumbclucking collusion with the masters of illusion and destruction. Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, We are waking up. Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings ooze, We are waking up. Their wars and

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Abduction of Psyche by Adolphe-William Bouguereau    The Greek goddess Psyche was initially a beautiful young mortal who became a goddess when Zeus ordained her marriage to Eros, the Greek god of love and son of Aphrodite. The myths of the Greek goddess Psyche exemplify a woman's search for authentic personal growth, a reminder that the integration of our experiences, however sad or

Micha Lindseynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058110.post-1087021924029160192004-06-11T23:32:00.000-07:002004-11-06T03:46:45.550-08:00

This photo was taken September 2003 You may wonder why, as you read all the things on this page, I chose the topics and images that I have. Well it's very simple. They all represent a particular side of me and the ideas that this facet of my personality holds. See, all my life I've had insanely chronic deja vu, extremely intense and vivid dreams, and premonitions so strong I'd get sick to my

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This is the top half of a collage I made about two years ago.... How many times will the Crow fly by and Leave me Standing there Broken hearted and empty handed With confused eyes full of tears? Too many late nights I've Seen my life flash by With a haunting and a chill. To just have what I need I'll Reach deep inside of me and All this Sensless time I must kill. -Micha

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The Love of Souls by Jean Delville  Twin Flames are ourselves in another body. When Souls chose to enter into physicality, they were split into masculine and feminine aspects. Please note, I did not say male and female, because throughout our incarnations, we will be in both genders of bodies. When we first leave the Light to enter into physicality, we will connect with our Twin Flame. This

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I'm on the verge of doing somthing pretty silly here...

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~ I decided to name this blog after a line from one of my favorite Chili Peppers songs called "Don't Forget Me". To me, there are many meanings in not only the words Sideways Falling but also the song from which I took it them.

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