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/
https://voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/
