Extemporaneous post

Word of the Day for Friday December 10, 2004 extemporaneous \ek-stem-puh-RAY-nee-us\, adjective:1. Composed, performed, or uttered on the spur of the moment, or without previous study; unpremeditated; impromptu.2. Prepared beforehand but delivered without notes or text.3. Skilled at or given to extemporaneous speech.4. Provided, made, or put to use as an expedient; makeshift. In fact, his particular strength may well have been improvisation, and he may not have been interested in committing the results of his extemporaneous performances to paper. --Christoph Wolff, Johann Sebastian Bach: The Learned Musician Extemporaneous comes from Late Latin extemporaneus, from Latin ex tempore, "out of time," therefore "immediately, at the very time the occasion arises." It is related to temporary, "lasting for a limited time"; contemporary, "belonging to the same time" (con-, "with, together"); and tempo, "the rate or degree of movement in time." Dictionary.com Entry and Pronunciation for extemporaneous ******* To type, unpremeditated and unprepared. So my thoughts today revolve around a few things. Giving up my dog Bob. I just left a goodbye party for some more students that are leaving school and moving on in life. I recieved an incredible package from my sister, and can't wait to open it. Beginning a new life. I am in the middle of the temprance lesson, but desigining a website about death in order to complete a cycle. In studying temprance, the latest aspect of transition is moving to M**- to a new position and life. I'm living on 14th street if you can believe it. Can I become the person I am reluctant to be? Can I accept who I Am, and move into a new way of being- an old way of being? Can I step off the cliff and experience the unknown? The water is wide, and deep, and I do not yet know how to walk on water.... Do I know how to swim? Can I make a boat? Is there anything I'm missing? Yes this is just so random, and well... extemperous. Part of me is a bit nervous to post truth out here, in the wildness of this energy field called the Net- and yet, at the same time I want to post truth- MY TRUTH. Does it have to make sense? Does it matter what you think? Does it matter what I think about? Or is it all just another smokescreen to prevent me from existing in the pale reality of life- another way to avoid the concrete under my feet? Does it matter that I see a chapel on a hill in my dreams, and then find one in real lifewhen I move to a new town? Coincidences are non-existant today. Today it is all Laguz (flow)- and it seems to make sense in a nonsensical way. If only I could gather my thoughts about life and love and christmas and family (I miss you) and etienne and the magic me, and being like god, and leaving school, and my theories for the universe and my abilities and talents and self and soul and studetns and truth my reality I could really move somewhere. What makes a teacher a great teacher? What makes it possible for them to teach? What teaches the teacher? What is the students role in the relationship? When do I start teaching again? What is the relationship between process and trust? What if the dream my sister had about me choosing two different paths, was actually a dream about two visions of the same path- i charge forward, and confront my illusions at every turn.... what are the ideas of life? what keeps us from manifesting the enitre universe exactly the way we want to? who is to say we aren't manifesting hte universe exactly the way we want to?do you want to be god? or do you want to be small? what do I want? beauty or bliss or truth, or revelations or life eternal or death forever or sensual pleasure or meaning or truth or blasphemy for a lifetime or worship or choice or freedom from and for all of these things to exist who am I? Do you know? Do I? who are any of us really? are we blades of grass, atoms/molecules, planets, stars, insects, mites , gods or servents, aliens, children, conquerors or cowards are we the wind? or the sun? or the moon- or are we simply beings of light trying to clear our lenses so we can project more clearly? do we radiate through blocks in the way of our true innate source- do we stop our souls from shining but for a brief moment here and there? if we could all learn how to shine our selves- woudl the world as we know ti cease to exist? Is it just a giant holodeck? or is it something more? surely someone can tell me surely one of you can try don't you know you hold the keys to the universe and you keep dropping them in my lap only to snatch them up the second i might be able ot use them try and see if from my perspective i cant even open the door which means you cant walk through it\ until there is a key that can open the lock that you hold on your soul you have to unbind yourself i have to unlock my soul and we can be free truth in 2012 time stops having any meaning and i want to help make it meaningless so that we can get beyond the need for control of our enviornment and learn that we dont' need time or money just our selves and our projections without masks or restrictions always in love from top to bottom left to right near and far and everywhere and nowhere this is me in love with you always and in all ways (even the ways you think that no one will ever love you again) star glimmering in the morning light sunset filling the sky clouds illuminated by northern lights city lights like stars falling in the harbour just me, Anime_Rose