Part THREE: Conversations with An Imaginary Girlfriend....

I cant recall my dreams.

What do you mean?

I dont remember my dreams.

I still didnt get it....

I cant tell you more than a screenshot of it. Perhaps it is because of my bad memory.

You mean: Your memory is bad so it is effecting your ability to recall your dream or dreams when you wake up?

Yep. You got it....finally!

Or maybe there is a Divine reason.

What do you mean by Divine....?

I mean maybe God doesnt want me to remember....my dreams and everything else.

Why would God want to do that?

Hunger pangs.

Can I get you something to eat?

Birth pangs.

Maqsood: You are being delirious. Incoherent. Go. Sleep.

You think sleep is a fix for everything.

Yep.

What is a bookmark? Why cant we bookmark our dreams?

Ingenuity. Gibberish. Plagiarism.

I earnestly try not to plagiarize....I am very touchy about it.

I know....I dont know....Maqsood....you are an enigma! Delusions of grandeur. Your most remarkable achievement is a lame Blog Post. Get real. You are not a messiah.
Mister schizophrenic!

I hoard things. I think people who hoard things stash memories too....somewhere....in an unseen....hidden corner of their mind...

Collective consciousness.

What is that?

I am a faith healer.

No. You are not.

Okay.

I want to be a talk show host.

No. You don't. You have stage fright.

Why do I confess everything to you?

I always wonder what is like to be in a confessional....

Hehehehe Now....You are dabbling with Christianity.

Hehehehe.

Maqsood you know something...I observed that your conversations border on religion....mysticism....spirituality....or maybe occult....paranormal lately. Please let me look into your surfing history....I am scared...terrified. Maybe you joined some doomsday sect?

I would have told you about it....If I have....as I tell you everything...

I dont know.

I would ask your psychiatrist to revoke your computer....Internet rights.

Let us talk about poltergeist phenomenas.

No. Thank you.

Okay. How about exorcism?

No. Thank you.

I want to be an exorcist.

No. You cant be that.

Why not?

Because you are possessed.

Really? Who told you that?

An exorcist.

Define curfew.

No. It reminds me of communal riots.

Ya. I know.

Maybe you meant kiddo curfew.

Maybe. I dont know.

Let us talk about Chinese foot binding!

Yuck. Maqsood....by the way....Why did you put that on your Blog?

Define Light and other things.

I cant. My intuition is weak tonight.

Okay. Tell me....Why do you love lighthouses so much?

It has light.

Duh!

Baby....Listen.

Okay.

It guides.

It is manned.

Lighthouse keeper.

I always wanted to be a Lighthouse Keeper.

You cant be that either simply because Lighthouses are obsolete now....arent they?

Just be my boyfriend.

Title of a book....you are reading these days?

hehehehe Very funny....Maqsood. I am not a confirmed plagiarizer like you.

I am a confirmed bachelor!

No. You are a confirmed gay!

Nope. I am not....but you are a homophobic....for sure.

See....you support homosexuality?

Nope. I dont but it is a taboo subject.

No. It is not.

I should marry a macho cowboy.

Marry me. I aspire to be barnstormer.

No. You are a charlatan.

Lighthouse Keeper is an idealistic person.

Idealistic? No. Just sincere...dedicated....hardworking.

Nope. A knight....a shepherd....a lighthouse keeper etcetera....these people have something in common. And, that is idealism. A messianic....

Your obstinate romanticism gave you Schizophrenia....Maqsood....and derailed you....

Part TWO: Conversations with an Imaginary Girlfriend....

Hi!
Hi!
Strange....No endearments today....No Baby....No HoneyPot....Why are you so engrossed? Or more aptly disdainful? When you cease to love someone you stop respecting that person.
Lack of prefix could also be interpreted as a sign that we have eventually catapulted ourselves out of the stifling confines of formality or mere ceremonial....
Okay smarty....How was your day?
It was so–so. Uneventful.
I just realized that you are a very boring person and you don't deserve a pretty and brainy girlfriend like me! hehehehe
hehehehe The Bodhi Tree Moment!
Ya.
Insecure?
Nope.
You don't like cliches.
Yep. That is correct.
And, you always downplay....and, that is your definition of humility?
Yep.
You love spelling bee?
Yep.
You try very hard not to mispronounce or misspell anything? And, you hate....no wait a minute....you detest when someone misspells....right?
Yep.
Hmm. And, you always outgrow your so–called gurus or mentors?
Yep.
Maqsood: That is called being very ungrateful and arrogant.
Hehehehe Nope. Those are Eureka phases....Intellectual or Spiritual metamorphoses! My gurus and mentors rejoiced over my triumphs....evolution.
Can I ask you something?
Feel free.
ADHD
You mean: attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder?
Ya.
Does your psychiatrist ever tell you about it?
Nope. Why?
Nothing. Just like that.
Hocus–pocus.
What?
Mumbo jumbo!
I am not a multitasker.
What tusker?
You mislead me. That is why I hate you!
Why do you love Scarecrows?
I was ectomorphic during my teens. And, I guess...I still am....to a certain extent.
What is that?
Skinny. Lean would be its more appropriate definition.
Bombastic.
You have a rare kind of OCD: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder....that is why you merrily indulge in neologism! hehehehe

And, maybe I was trying to tell everyone that....Hey....I'm not diabolical....I'm a Jolly Good Fellow. The word Scarecrow has three meanings.
I asked you about Scarecrows....Maqsood! Why do you love them so much? Tell me, please.
I am like a Scarecrow....Nothing more than a mute....powerless passerby....spectator....but I witness....
What do you witness? Birds are not scared of you anymore. Mabybe there are more advanced Scarecrows....The farmer would replace you real soon....you are ineffectual....You are failing to protect the crops....Are you doing this deliberately....you are unfaithful....you are a bird sympathizer....that is
tantamount to dereliction of your basic duties....thus you are being dismissed and court–martialed. You are disloyal....and guilty of promiscuity. Blah–blah!
I don't know....about....its historical facts....but I strongly believe that Indian farmers created Scarecrow....that proves that Indians were quite innovative....and, perhaps we were the foremost farmers as ours was and is an agricultural society.
And, the time has come Princess that I must reveal a well guarded secret....and that is that the Scarecrow is not just a Scarecrow....It Denotes something else...and to understand that you have to focus....zero in on its functionalities.
O Dervish: Please tell me about its functionalities.
It looks like a human being but it is  not...it is a dummy.
It thwarts birds.


I witness many things....like for instance flight.
What is flight.
Flight is migration.
Migration?
Yep. Why did The Prophets and The Messengers migrate with their followers? Just to save themselves from persecution?
Why do birds migrate? Migration has a new meaning in modern times. Maybe we could finally explain our elusive innate urge to look for pastures new? This deep–seated.... deep–rooted penchant to follow in footsteps of our forefathers.
Weirdo....Isn't flight synonymous with freedom? And, you always badger me that freedom is the most important thing in your life....And, in our lives.
Yep. You believe the legend of Daedalus and Icarus?
By the way, what is the difference between a Myth and a Legend?
I don't know....a Myth could be dispelled with logical reasoning etcetera. A Legend is more rooted into Mythology....Hence can't be easily....

Maybe a Scarecrow is the first robot.
Robot?
Yep.
A stationary robot.
And, you are saying rustic farmers invented....created....designed it?
Yep. Why are you being so skeptical?
Indians?
Yep. Why not?
I believe that there are answers....concealed....hidden in the legacies of our ancestors.
Resolutions to the problems of our civilization?
Yep.
Hmm. I don't know.

You are trying to tell me that a Scarecrow is not just a Scarecrow?


Wright brothers....
They did not have a flying license.
Very funny.
Maybe yes....Maybe no...How do you know...Did you look that up on the Internet?
Nope. Just a hunch. If women could just stop postponing and and quit saying maybe....that would help us get out of this predicament....uncertainty gives rise to fear....breeds moral chaos and anarchy.

People were doing things concurrently....parallel....but the most obvious....serious drawback was that the world did not have Internet to share and collaborate.

Isn't the ability to fly the most coveted freedom?


You love the word Bugbear?
Hehehehe Yep.
And, the word Lightning Bug?
Oh yep....I would admit that solemnly.
And, the word Firefly?
Define Light?
Define Fire?
Define Bug?
Define Begbear?
I would try to define Light as something more than proverbial aura....

Postscript: It is four thirtyish....I am very sleepy....conking out....I would write this later. Thank you so much for visiting my Blog. 

For a bedouin girl I called Dummy . . . .

The Man Who Saw Tomorrow
Nostradamus

Unabashed delinquencies of soothsayer

Canter canter
Throne
Spell conspiracy in reverse order
I could break the spell

y car ip s no c

Why
Car
IP i.e. Internet Protocol address
Yes. Or English alphabet S....what is its position or value in the English alphabet chart if we assign value 1 to A.
No Objection or No.
See.

Roleplaying Dan Brown.
Crash course.
Nun. Nouns. Tooth crown.
Password or passwords are in small letters.
Egyptian hieroglyphs
Sought-after
Musk deer.
The English word peer as in peer groups
And, Peer-to-peer (P2P) as in Computers Information technology (IT)

Islam QA: Ways of Treating Magic

And We revealed to Musa (saying): ‘Throw your stick,’ and behold! It swallowed up straight away all the falsehood which they showed.

Thus truth was confirmed, and all that they did was made of no effect.

So they were defeated there and returned disgraced.

And the sorcerers fell down prostrate.

They said: ‘We believe in the Lord of the ‘Alameen (mankind, jinn and all that exists).

The Lord of Musa and Harun.’”  [7:106-122]


So Musa conceived fear in himself.

We (Allah) said: ‘Fear not! Surely, you will have the upper hand.

And throw that which is in your right hand! It will swallow up that which they have made. That which they have made is only a magician’s trick, and the magician will never be successful, to whatever amount (of skill) he may attain’” [20:65-69]

I have posted just the excerpts here. Please go to the following URL for complete text:

https://islamqa.info/en/12918

Conversations with An Imaginary Girlfriend....

Are aliens real?
Why did you ask me such a question....out of the blue?
Get lost.
You can't rule out the possibility of their existence.
You are very life-affirming....What makes you say so with such unflinching conviction?
Simply because: God is: Lord of the Alameen i.e. mankind, jinn and all that exists.
Hmm. I must admit that faith is your forte. Go on.
You know I think that we've explored just a tiny wee bit fraction of our universe so far. There must be many universes.
Hmm. Interesting.
Sometimes you beat Stephen Hawking!
Gee, thanks.
Would they be man eaters? Predatory?
I remember vaguely reading about some documented cannibalism particularly amongst survivors of . . . .
I'm asking about aliens....could they be....?
Isnt this a little morbid and unusual topic for a girl like you?
Maybe. Anyways. Forget it.
Or....maybe you adeptly kept me in the dark about the The Hyde type of your personality.
Hey....look....I just asked you a very naive question....That's all. Okay. And, you know something sweetie....Did I ever tell you this....I never met anyone more deviant than you. So....wake up....and excuse me....I'm going to bed....I am already drained....And, it is becoming increasingly impossible....difficult to have decent conversations with you....Good night!
Drat!
What?
Nothing.
What do you mean? See you arent even apologizing to me?
Okay. I am sorry.
Look more somber and apologize again.
Hehehehe Copycat.
Hehehehe
Do you still love me? Be honest. Okay.
Yep. I love you so much. You are my baby. My Honeypot.
Ugh.
You are an adept liar....you know that?
And, no girl could feign....serious nervous breakdown like you do!
You really are an egghead!
And, you really are a spitfire!
Why do you use such obscure words?
Could I ask you a naive question too?
Okay.
Why do you go to bed at odd hours?
Hehehehe idiot.
You mix everything. You are quite weird!
Yep. Because life comes in a mixed bag. Everything is connected. I think it gives women a sense of empowerment....pseudo or otherwise....in projecting even docile men as bogies and gallant....William Tells.
I disagree. Why would they do that? Please explain.
Great. You never fail to exercise your most fundamental right.
Pointless verbosity.
You are so ruthless. Stop treating me like a war criminal!
What do you know about Geneva Conventions?
Seriously? You really want to know that?
No.
I asked you about aliens. You get distracted so easily.
Prisoner of war.
What?
Nothing. Zilch. I am thinking aloud.
I believe that a woman deep down want her guy to be like a hunter–gatherer....They are hardwired like that....Perhaps that is why we still explore caves....go for hunting....camping and things like that. Got it Dummy? We call our cities concrete jungles....subconsciously....meaning our umbilical cords have not been severed yet....They are still intact....We could wean off from our Prehistoric....Stone Age past....We have the courage to do so....But we dont do that because....If we could find true serenity somewhere....It is there....And, some innate....Built–in compass takes us there. That is why we go on treacherous Yeti and Bigfoot expeditions.
Okay. Aliens. Hmm. Some must be quite evolved. Some must be primitive like our Uncontacted Tribes.

Queen Ants: Nuptial flight . . . .

Queen Ants: Nuptial flight . . . .
What is so special about them
Nothing
You are crazy
Nothing. Trust me.
I don't believe you.
What do you mean You don't believe me You've to believe me
There must be some reason for their existence
Maybe they are trying to tell us something since million of years and we just didnt get it
Like what
Take what you call them antiPsychotic medication and go to bed
You have quite a wild fertile imagination tsk tsk but it is of no use
Queen Ants have been trying to tell us something very important
It is nothing more than a bug pest or whatever
For Gods sake Maqsood STOP this nonsense
Otherwise I would call No No Wait ring up your psychiatrist first thing tomorrow morning
Are you serious
Nope
I am just scaring you
Signs
Look for My Signs
The Almighty God urges us in the Holy Qura'an
Okay.
Sleep now. I heard your story. It is awesome. Send it to some Science Journal. Happy now?
Who goes to sleep so early and that too on weekends?
Schizophrenic Morons like you.
Sleep. Zzzz. Idiot.
Do you love me?
No. Sleep. Good night.
Hehehehehe
What is so funny?
Signs. If you look for them.
Did you ever wonder why there are no Black Ants with Wings?
Why only Red Ants have Wings?
Oh yeah! You are a genius.
Want some coffee?
Nope. Thank you.
Could I have tea instead?
Over my deadbody.
Damn. Why are you so cruel to me always
Serves you right
Pity
Stuck?
No.
Continue then Your Ant story Oh I mean Your Red Ant Story
Maybe there are some Black Ants with Wings
We dont know.
Maybe they are there in some forest somewhere.
Maybe in some RainForest.
What is a RainForest?
I dunno.
Maybe those jungles forests receieve heavy rainfall.
Ya Maybe God knows
You always pretend that you know everything
And, it wasnt a smart intelligent guess either
Okay.
By the way What is the difference between a jungle and a forest
I don't know.
You don't know anything.
You are a fool.
You think you are the next Richard Bach or Paulo
No. I never said that.
Ya. Ya.
How do you pronounce Paulo's last name
I don't know.
See I told you You don't know anything.
Okay. Sorry.
You should be.
Sulking?
No.
Don't lie.
I am thinking about colors.
Ant topic is over. Thank Heavens.
No. Ant topic is not over yet. I am thinking about their color.
What do you mean
Why Red. Why not some other color.
What is wrong with red color
See my nails
But that is not red
Ya
So you are not color blind
Nope. I am not. Who told you so. Thank God.
Tell me more about it
About color blindness?
No
Then?
Smarty–pants About red color God
See you're a sadist
I dont trust you
Okay. Let me think.
Okay.
You are not my girlfriend You are a slave driver
Huh? What
Nothing.
I am thinking about the color red
Okay. What are you thinking
Color Red in many cultures from time immemorial denotes danger
Danger? Hmm. Makes sense. Go on.
What is that thing in your hands?
Why do you want to know If you insist it is a thing for my nails You want it You are still so gay
I am not gay
Whatever
Are Red Ants gay hehehehe
Think about it and tell me tomorrow
Very funny.
Anthropology
What
Nothing
Are you sleepy?
No. And, according to you it is a crime to sleep early on weekends even if someone happens to be dead.
When did I say that
You just accused me of genocide which I never committed
Ya. Ya. And, you should be hanged.

Monologue of A Whirling Dervish . . . .

The Hunchbacked Dervish prayed and slept
He hardly forgets to fold the corner of his prayer rug
Doesnt know if it is superstition or lore
But he remembers vividly what his mother told
That would keep the devil at bay
Otherwise he would come and pray.

Some hand down Ancestral Ritual

Eerie dreams
Glad it is still dark
He should be able to finish this Blog Post
Before dawn.

People who wear crown
Self–conscious and Brown
Crow in a Medieval Town
Look Prince My Intuition got back strong.

You Dejected Despised
Listen to this Wise
He is brokenhearted Weary
The Spirit did not Descend
He should hurry
Pray and do penance.

On second thoughts
You would not be able to place his face and accent
He is not one
No solo officer
They are more
One is four

Dragons lair
Bangles Fair
Off The Air
Same rut
Botanical garden
Chestnut fossil
He cant tell
He is a layman
Have Mercy
Show some professional courtesy
Soil till
Royal mints mill

Dervishs trance is like blaze
Audacious and Ire
Warhorses tenacity

A starlet and a group of military brass
Looks like Turkishs flock
Stalwart waiters serving Black tea in the Restricted Officers Block
The Key to its locks is in
The Last of the Mohicans Last Part
The Secret Chants of Open Sesame
Morgiana lives in a hilltop mansion
Dont be startled
It has Two Rooftop helipads
They asked for Five Million Ransom
The Kid is Safe
He is in the Garrison
Just busted a racket of extortion
The kingpin is lying dead near the fountain.

Low–keyed celebration
Recall movie: Who says Stand Down Soldier.
Hint. Hint.
Inquisitive
Razor-sharp mind
God willing an undebatable irrefutable find.

Barbed wires
Gun muzzles
And, forest fires
He has a history of arson.

Greenwich time
Scene of crime
Dummy or Dime
Teetotalers bottle of old wine

It is near dawn
The city is waking up
He hears faint beeps and horns
Trucks passing
Luckily no Unmanned Railway Crossing
Probably driven by drunk brute middle age men in untidy undershirts.

A death warrant
Parrot and tyrant
Masons uncanny knowledge of forts passageway

Paratrooper
Snitch on scooter
A little droop
Hiding the loot.

He is Master of Masquerading
Many Voices
Many Faces
Shoes with no laces.

Rainbow colors have connotations
A band of diversity
Skywriting of prophecies
Himalayan Sages in unperturbed ecstasy.

Premonition of a Whirling Dervish . . . .

Maybe black
But not sure about its color
It is a bulletproof vehicle
To ferry

The pilot car that goes ahead blaring
Its driver
Does something with gravel
Arranges them in a pattern of floral

It is early morning
Cacophony of birds has a warning

Miles away The hunchbacked sage
Wakes up from his slumber
Anxious for their safety
And, subdued rage

His intuition is forthcoming and strong
Sometimes intermittent
He glances at his PCs clock
It is about to strike four
But
There is no gong

Maybe he should give this up
And, focus on something more mainstream

Is he wayward
Is he headstrong
Doubt weakens his resolve to write
And, he thinks of some other preoccupation

But indelible reminiscence of last nights rendezvous with the Spirit nudges him to write

They are in obvious hurried brisk recheck
Exam has undue nervous effects
On young minds
Nanny is worried
Asks who is packing the lunch boxes
Why arent they ready yet.

Messiah complex . . . .

He told me something unbelievable last night
That gave me goose bumps and fright
But there was also an unusual solace
If he is really from God
He wont hurt harm mock belittle or berate
I asked why did you come
He said Because you cried
He told me about my mother
But he did not complete

Why now after all these years and ages
I asked perplexed

I countered: You must be a demon devil or an entity probably from outer space
He said: No No Believe I am made of Light

I've descended from the heavens
You have been chosen
To lead the brethren
Believe His Decree and Dictate
Dont be a moron and act in haste
You are not human
You are an ape

This cant be revelation
Is this how something used to be revealed
You dont appear
And, I don't hear your words
And, I don't hear you speak
There are just thoughts in my head
This could be my chronic disease
He pointed to texts around me with ease
There was wisdom in his words
He was quite forgiving of my adamance and skepticism
He was very discreet
And, was making sure that no one should eavesdrop
I understood that there is danger
There is some evil
I did not understand
Its origin
But there was unmistakable forewarning.

Insinuation of my conscience . . . .

Insinuation of my conscience

Stream of consciousness . . . .

A blind sorcerers rift
A hunchbacked hermits divine gift

Secret of Indian rope trick
An age old manuscript
In cipher Arabic or Sanskrit
Unread and stashed
In a casket or chest
Velvet maroon vest
Tailorbirds intricate nest
Mesmerizing piece of a broken quill
A map of an unearthly outlandish hill
Talismanic conchs
Neem twig

A pariahs curse
An hourglass full of venom

A dog eared book of shanties
A chuckling fakirs lifetime bounties

Fearsome custodians of an ancient shrine
Accustomed eyes of a stargazer

Prophecies of a witch doctor
A lad looking for his lost marble.

Excerpts from Islam QA about the divine will and decree . . . .

Praise be to Allaah.

Belief in al-qadar (the divine will and decree) is one of the pillars of faith, because the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said, when he answered Jibreel’s question about faith: “(It means) believing in Allaah, His angels, His Books, His Messengers and the Last Day, and to believe in al-qadar (the divine decree) both good and bad.”

What is meant by al-qadar is that Allaah has decreed all things from eternity and knows that they will happen at times that are known to Him, and in specific ways, and that He has written that and willed it, and they happen according to what He has decreed. [al-Qada’ wa’l-Qadar by Dr ‘Abd al-Rahmaan al-Mahmoud, p. 39].

Belief in al-qadar is based on four things:

1 – Knowledge, i.e., that Allaah knows what His creation will do, by virtue of His eternal knowledge.

2 – Writing, i.e., that Allaah has written the destiny of all creatures in al-Lawh al-Mahfooz.

3 – Will, i.e., that what Allaah wills happens and what He does not will does not happen. There is no movement in the heavens or on earth but it happens by His will.

4 – Creation and formation, i.e., that Allaah is the Creator of all things, including the actions of His slaves. They do their actions in a real sense, and He is the Creator of them and of their actions.

Whoever believes in these four believes in al-qadar.

The Qur’aan affirms these things in numerous verses, such as the verses in which He says (interpretation of the meaning):

“And with Him are the keys of the Ghayb (all that is hidden), none knows them but He. And He knows whatever there is in the land and in the sea; not a leaf falls, but He knows it. There is not a grain in the darkness of the earth nor anything fresh or dry, but is written in a Clear Record”

[al-An’aam 6:59]

“And you cannot will unless (it be) that Allaah wills the Lord of the ‘Aalameen (mankind, jinn and all that exists)”

[al-Takweer 81:29]

“Verily, We have created all things with Qadar (Divine Preordainments of all things before their creation as written in the Book of Decrees Al‑Lawh Al‑Mahfooz)”

[al-Qamar 54:49]

The belief of Ahl al-Sunnah wa'l-Jamaa'ah is that a person has freedom of will, and hence he will be rewarded or punished. But his will is subject to the will of Allaah, and nothing can take place in the universe that is not willed by Allaah.

Because there is nothing that is not decreed by Allaah.

I've posted excerpts here. For complete text please go to the following URL:
https://islamqa.info/en/20806

An Emirati bedouin in my dreams
Murmured to me about an ancient Egyptian queen
Footprints tracker
Muezzins dagger
Terse shouts of a clayware hawker
Look for him
Eyepatch fashioning squanderer
An old ugly wanderer
Not a pirate But someone with a braid
When the sky is dyed bloodred
He would come back chieftain
Rest assured Your falcon is not maimed
This time The Game is menacing
Too big for your Bird of Prey Your Pet Little Thing
Give fresh grains
Not soaked in rain
But in the farms of sugarcanes
God willing Not in the ruins
He would surely swoon
And, point towards the moon
That is his sign
Two dames in conspicuous hijab
And, surreptitious men who dont drink wine.

This Whirling Dervish never proclaims clairvoyance. This is just a hasty narrational account of trancelike state of a bewildered sage.

"And with Him are the keys of the Ghayb
All that is hidden
None knows them but He.
. . . .
al Anaam 6:59

Movie: Cold Mountain

It is at the Swangers' well that Ada "sees" a vision of Inman coming back to her in the snow, surrounded by crows.

Ada goes after Inman, and finds him just as she saw him in her vision at the well... coming back to her in the snow surrounded by crows. He dies in her arms.

Firefly

The intensity and frequency of the flashes vary with the species and probably serve to identify males and females to each other. Synchronized flashing is characteristic of some tropical species.

Both larvae and wingless females are called glowworms. 

He did not say good-bye . . . .

He did not say good-bye. There is no word for good-bye in Navajo.

-- Code Talker / Joseph Bruchac

Follow the firefly . . . .

Follow the firefly

The spirit of the gypsies . . . .

The spirit of the gypsies
The trance of the mystics
People we call misfits

Trance . . . .

Trance trance
Last night: I made the devils dance
Angels were on my side
I fought the demons like a Roman knight.

I am a whirling dervish . . . .

I am a whirling dervish

I have tales to tell you of my unfinished quest for a soulmate.

Freedom . . . .

The most fundamentalistic definition of freedom is going for a cup of tea on a drizzly morning!

Real shackles of evil are those that deny you the most basic liberty to think . . . . to think freely! 

Difference . . . .

I don't know the difference between instincts and intuition. I never looked em up in a dictionary. Maybe I did. Maybe I forgot.

I proclaim and attest that Shamanism is real. Keep debating.