Before I get into this topic, there is something else which I want to say -- and it relates to Anxiety.
Considering the recent years of global carnage and ruination caused by Voting and Politics and Diseases and Wars (is there a difference?) I have determined that our Species needs a massive transfusion of Hope and Happiness and Dignity and Determination. All of which can be found in Classical Music.
There still exists a large reservoir of Classical Recordings, but it is getting dusty and forgotten. However, that is not what I am talking about. I propose a New Classical Era; starting where the last one dropped off. This will entail more than the training of many new Classical Composers. It will also require the wide-scale education of all Human Populations to the original collection of 'Classical Music' -- which is primarily European and Japanese and Chinese and African -- and the rejuvenation of each culture's own Musical Heritage.
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The Enemies of Anxiety:
Modern Falsehoods, Fallacies and Lies are being palmed off and forced upon the Idiots that Watch TV as 'Modern Families'. I have seen such lies myself. I am currently monitoring some of the least awful Queer Media channels personally (as much as I can stomach without vomiting) and I have seen such horrendous fakery and lies being promoted by the TV-Turd Terrorists.
Those lies and deceptions and pretenses cause anxiety in Real People; if they are somehow criminally forced to view such video filth.
It is exactly what I said in one of my recent podcasts; anxiety is being used as a weapon against the Human Species. Subsequently, anything that reduces anxiety or shields our Species from anxiety or cures anxiety is hugely beneficial to the Human Species.
Incidentally, as I write this, there are a lot of angry men in Russia who are threatening to start a Nuclear War if they do not get the toys and ice cream that they want. Did someone promise them something? Do we all have to die because they cannot get their way with foreign nations?
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Aside from soothing and light classical music ...
The enemies of anxiety that I refer to now are ...
Exercise
Information
Weight Loss
Lexapro
Happiness
Heat Pads
**********Important Podcast**********
In MP3 Format
https://drive.google.com/file/d/16Tbmv7fSPsL-3zVChaiqvh7BIQ-TjTrx/view?usp=sharing
In MP3 Format -- 344 MBytes -- No Viruses.
In this podcast I have given a beginning review of these six ways to defeat Anxiety. Please listen to the podcast carefully. At the end I have added some Anxiety-Free music from unknown artists -- who must remain unknown because of the Enemies of our Species.
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An exercise in Dream Thinking. Try imagining this dream.
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The Stagecoach and the Lady:
Naked lady, that is. A Raving Beauty from Italy.
[[Caution -- there is some female nudity in this dream. If that bothers you then do not read it.]]
It happened like this -- I was somehow doing three things at once in a late morning deep sleep. I was very comfy and warm and toasty and happy with this dream (REM). I found it interesting. The setting for the entire dream was a very large and white salt flats area that was so big you could not see the sides of it; so the borders of it had to be at least fifteen miles away in all directions. It must have been the bottom of an ancient ocean, but now there were no elevations on it at all. The base was made of hard salt and very flat.
At the center was myself (in amorphous form) and a large stagecoach made of shining redwood; which was embedded with genuine gold trims and had gold hardware all over it and golden wheels. A coach for royalty, and quite impressive in size.
In front of the stagecoach there lay the tongue of the coach, a long metal tube of various shapes with six harnesses connected to it, three by two. Strap in six large horses to the tongue and away you go, except this tongue was not connected to anything; it just lay in the sand before the coach.
It was a cloudless day but not too hot and the visibility was about ten miles. The air was very clear and everything that I saw was in sharp focus.
My first concern in the dream was to help the driver of the coach to prepare it for connection to the tongue. In the lower front of the coach was a mounting space with swivels and connection hardware; and a tall and thin stagecoach driver (wearing a typical Australian Outback hat) was laboring to fit a large oaken board sideways into a slot on the front of the coach. I did not know what this would do for the problem but it became imperative (in the dream) that I help him get that oak board inserted properly into that slot and hammered in with large spikes.
I was quite happy with the work and I was close on the job. We were nailing something to the front of the coach, when I was suddenly turned about and looking outwards at the great salt flats in front of us. About thirty yards away I saw a large white mattress lying on the salt plain. On the rich white mattress lay a naked Italian Babe of splendid proportions (most are). She had excellent everything (most do) and she was on her left side facing me. Her marvelous breasts and face and long dark black hair were very important to me. She was asleep, or mostly.
The work continued and I had to help the driver lift the heavy oak board and we started to place it into the slot, sideways. I heard a loud noise over our heads and suddenly I was in an large apartment building that was placed on the salt flats about a hundred yards behind us. I was in an apartment up on the fourth floor. It was very standard in appearance and it had about five rooms, one of which was a large bedroom with four single beds in it, along the right-hand wall. In each bed was a naked woman sitting up in bed with a blanket pulled up to her chin. The place was cold and there was something wrong with the heating system. There was a thermostat on the far wall and I tried to get it to work, but to no avail. I left the bedroom and went into the living room to find that many things were scattered about in no particular order. The apartment had an outside deck and I went out and looked away to the stagecoach.
Suddenly, I was back at the stagecoach and we had just inserted the big oak board into the front of the coach when we heard a dissenting voice from above us. We were both looking down when we heard it, and when we leaned backwards and looked up we saw the big head of a very large horse looking down at us. The horse lowered his head down to touch the board with his nose and then snorted loudly and shook his head vigorously from side to side. He was very large for a fast stagecoach horse; chestnut colored with big ears, a long golden mane, a white flash on his forehead, a streak of white across his chest, white socks and a long golden tail. He stomped on the salt with a large hoof and complained again.
We both stopped what we were doing and looked at the board again. Sure enough, it was cracked and would have broken easily in service. Now I somehow pulled the board out of the slot and handed it to the driver who threw it away and grabbed a new oak board out of thin air -- and we began the entire process again. The big horse stood closer and watched over us.
Then, I was back at the apartment again. The furniture was scattered about and on its sides, the drapes were torn, and the rug was ripped in places. I walked through it to the bedroom with the four beds. The four naked women were still in their beds with their four blankets pulled up to their chins and they were all frowning. I went over to the thermostat again and it showed 54 degrees and it would not work. I put my right fist through the wall to the right of the thermostat and then pulled out a section of the wall to reveal the wires which were connected to the back of the thermostat. They were cut, but they were showing bare wires; as though they has been taped together and later separated. I spent some time in the dream connecting the two wires together again so the thermostat would operate the furnace; then I set it for 72 degrees. I looked to my right at the four women, and they were all frowning and looking at me. I walked away from them saying “Sorry ladies, that's all. No commercials.”
Then, I was out on the balcony again from where I could see the delectable Italian Women lying on her white mattress, turning from side to side slowly, tantalizingly.
I flew down to the stagecoach and helped the driver place the good oaken board into the slot on the front of the coach. The horse above us nodded approvingly, but I wanted to see the naked Italian Woman on her rich white mattress again. So I turned that way and looked, only to see five more horses looking back at me. Now, between myself and the naked Italian Beauty there stood the other five chestnut colored horses, each similar to the first, standing in a semi-circle looking at our work on the coach and nodding their heads variously.
I said to the driver to give me the bad board and he pulled it out of mid-air and handed it to me. I threw it to the five horses and they all stepped forwards and put their noses on it. I quickly leaped up onto the coach and looked over them. The ravaging Italian Babe was now lying on her other side facing away from me and gesturing to me to join her with her left arm. I studied her excellent form for several minutes, then I had to return to the work at hand. After several maneuvers, which I enjoyed working at, we got the tongue attached properly to the coach. By now, the horses had arranged themselves three on a side next to the tongue and their harnesses, and they were all looking at us with expectation.
I, on the other hand, was looking at the bare backside of the incredible Italian Beauty with the beautiful black hair and magnificent ass -- and then at the horses -- and then at the stagecoach -- and then at the great ass of the Italian Beauty -- and then at the horses -- and then at the stagecoach ...
And then I woke up damn it!
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Do not waste your time wondering what the dream could have meant. Instead, imagine what it could have become. And do not tell me that I have to go to Russia to be appreciated.
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The weather here has not been good enough for me to make a video in the Polaris Ranger this month. As soon as I can I will make that video and send it out, no matter what time of month it is. In the video I will mention the outcome of what I was saying about Mobility and Curiosity.
This diagram is very simple (my artistic talents are very simple) but it shows what I was going to say in the video. Mobility leads to Curiosity which leads to Thinking which leads to Questioning which leads to Control of Government.
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Markel Peters
https://voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/
