Of the billions of people on the planet only your parents could have come together to bring you into this reality. No other energies would do, it had to be those two special people. Bless them and draw from their love. You need to embrace and remember where you came from, if for no other reason than to understand, to some extent, how you came to become who you are now. So wrap your heart in it, take your time finding your balance and think about the uniqueness of it all.
You have never been a nobody, you have always been a somebody, and that has never been more true than it is now. Don't be sad. Be glad that your life has been an intrigue, be glad your life has been outside the box. People who are outside the box change the world!!!
"Imagination"
Ants don't sleep. That means that ants don't snore, yawn, toss and turn,rise in the night to go to the bathroom,
schedule power breakfasts for their hectic schedules, or worry that they are staying up too late watching television.
Of course, ants don't have T.V.- at least as far as I know. We can however, "Imagine" in subterranean parlors tiny
Motorola's broadcasting shows, such as "Cake Crumbs on Parade" or news flashes about picnics and sugar spills.
Yet, it is safe to say, there are no ant movies, ant opera's, or ant quantum physics. Why? Because ants don't sleep,
and therefore they do not dream.
Some cultures believe the dream world to be just as significant, as real as the waking world. The gap between dream
consciousness (where boundaries are fluid and all things are possible) and daytime consciousness,(dominated by "Control
and "Definition") and this "gap" is spanned by Imagination.
The bridge of Imagination may be tall and majestic, or a perilous contraption of swinging vines,but across it has
traveled very artistic and scientific achievement of our species.
Conversely most of the "roads" to civilized progress have been erected by dull-witted ones who lacked the ability
to make unlikely connections or to "envision" anything that does not exist; who lack, in other words, "Imagination!"
Without the capacity to project unlimited freedom of the dream state onto the strictures of daily survival,
human~beings would be as rigid as a workaholic ant! Over time, we might even lose our need to sleep!
...Can you IMAGINE a world without comfy, flannel pajamas!?"
Jae Michaels
"What will remain" What will remain to be saved, once we are gone? Who will be left, to scrape humanity off the ground?
When the time has come to pass, where will you be? I can't tell you, the future is yours to see...your reality!
The beginning of the end of present day destruction. What are we becoming in the days at hand? Genocide reigns down its destruction, bombs dropped killing innocent lives, children gone…Countries sink into the oceans and mountains slide into the sea~ When there is nowhere left to hide, where will you be?
Volcano's erupt, blowing ash in our faces, Gasping to breathe, polluted air~ once so clean.
Destined to drown, in a pool of so many mistakes,...
When the time has come to pass...
Where will you be???
Just where is humanity?
Dedicated to the people of Palestine 🇵🇸
Jae Michaels
"Beyond A Meadow" Where's the land where poets dream? Beyond a meadow forever green,where all things flow at a beautiful pace,here is where you'll see my face,A loving hand with dandy brooks,I catch a fish with candy hooks~ The sun is bright and gleaming,full and everything is meaningful...
Where's the land where lovers dwell? Where paradise replaces "hell"~ I search for such things with sight and smell which word can't reach and sounds can't tell~ where beauty reigns like a virgin queen ~ Do I believe the things I've seen? To pick or choose,give me a choice and then you just may hear my voice. What's it like beyond a meadow? It’s all "heaven" and there's no shadow~ I'm not much for the darker side, It only makes me run and hide~ You want to know the things I've seen? Beyond a meadow forever green,It's really not all "heaven" and the shadows are sometimes seen~ beyond the meadow..." ~J.MichaelsDedicated to the people of Palestine
Your Music is perfection,
with each chord and every scale,
Flowing gently, gradually through my inner ear,
and directly to my heart...
"The "Fire" In Your Music"
