TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Thoughts"

Who Dares To Explain The Below Bullshit. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. Whoso loves, believes the impossible. Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth— Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love. Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved." Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love." Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being. Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.

A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation. Bible: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8 The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of. Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone. Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other. Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. This entry continued ... Tell me who admires and loves you, And I will tell you who you are. For there is one thing I can safely say: that those bound by love must obey each other if they are to keep company long. Love will not be constrained by mastery; when mastery comes, the God of love at once beats his wings, and farewell -- he is gone. Love is a thing as free as any spirit; women naturally desire liberty, and not to be constrained like slaves; and so do men, if I shall tell the truth. This entry continued .. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas. You call it madness, but I call it love. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect... For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew; A time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate, A time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is no firm agreement among neurologists as to exactly how many senses there are, because of differing definitions of a sense. In general, one can say that a "sense" is a faculty by which outside stimuli are perceived. School children are routinely taught that there are five senses (sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste; a classification devised by ancient peoples). It is generally agreed that there are at least seven different senses in humans, and a minimum of two more observed in other organisms. A broadly acceptable definition of a sense would be "a system that consists of a sensory cell type (or group of cell types) that respond to a specific kind of physical energy, and that correspond to a defined region (or group of regions) within the brain where the signals are received and interpreted." Where disputes arise is with regard to the exact classification of the various cell types and their mapping to regions of the brain. SIGHT** Sight or vision describes the ability to detect electromagnetic waves within the visible range (light) by the eye and the brain to interpret the image as "sight." There is disagreement as to whether this constitutes one, two or even three distinct senses. Neuroanatomists generally regard it as two senses, given that different receptors are responsible for the perception of colour (the frequency of photons of light) and brightness (amplitude/intensity - number of photons of light). Some argue that stereopsis, the perception of depth, also constitutes a sense, but it is generally regarded that this is really a cognitive (that is, post-sensory) function of brain to interpret sensory input to derive new information. The inability to see is called blindness. HEARING*** Hearing or audition is the sense of sound perception and results from tiny hair fibres in the inner ear detecting the motion of a membrane which vibrates in response to changes in the pressure exerted by atmospheric particles within (at best) a range of 9 to 22000 Hz, however this changes for each individual. Sound can also be detected as vibrations conducted through the body by tactition. Lower and higher frequencies than can be heard are detected this way only. The inability to hear is called deafness. TASTE*** Taste or gustation is one of the two main "chemical" senses. It is well-known that there are at least four types of taste "bud" (receptor) on the tongue and hence there are anatomists who argue that these in fact constitute four or more different senses, given that each receptor conveys information to a slightly different region of the brain. The inabilty to taste is called ageusia. The four well-known receptors detect sweet, salt, sour, and bitter, although the receptors for sweet and bitter have not been conclusively identified. A fifth receptor, for a sensation called umami, was first theorised in 1908 and its existence confirmed in 2000 . The umami receptor detects the amino acid glutamate, a flavor commonly found in meat and in artificial flavourings such as monosodium glutamate. SMELL** Smell or olfaction is the other "chemical" sense. Unlike taste, there are hundreds of olfactory receptors, each binding to a particular molecular feature, according to current theory. The combination of features of the odor molecule makes up what we perceive as the molecule's smell. In the brain, olfaction is processed by the olfactory system. Olfactory receptor neurons in the nose differ from most other neurons in that they die and regenerate on a regular basis. The inability to smell is called anosmia. If the different taste-senses are not regarded as separate senses one may argue that Taste and Smell should likewise be grouped together as one sense. TOUCH*** Touch or tactition is the sense of pressure perception, generally in the skin. There are a variety of pressure receptors that respond to variations in pressure (firm, brushing, sustained, etc). The inability to feel anything or almost anything is called Paresthesia. OTHER SENSES*** Thermoception is the sense of heat and the absence of heat (cold), also by the skin and including internal skin passages. There is some disagreement about how many senses this actually represents - the thermoceptors in the skin are quite different from the homeostatic thermoceptors which provide feedback on internal body temperature. Nociception (physiological pain) is the nonconscious perception of near-damage or damage to tissue. It can be classified as from one to three senses, depending on the classification method. The three types of pain receptors are cutaneous (skin), somatic (joints and bones) and visceral (body organs). For a considerable time, it was believed that pain was simply the overloading of pressure receptors, but research in the first half of the 20th century indicated that pain is a distinct phenomenon that intertwines with all other senses, including touch. At present pain is defined scientifically as a wholly subjective experience. Equilibrioception, the vestibular sense, is the perception of balance and is related to cavities containing fluid in the inner ear. There is some disagreement as to whether this also includes the sense of "direction" or orientation. However, as with depth perception earlier, it is generally regarded that "direction" is a post-sensory cognitive awareness. Proprioception, the kinesthetic sense, is the perception of body awareness and is a sense that people are frequently not aware of, but rely on enormously. More easily demonstrated than explained, proprioception is the "unconscious" awareness of where the various regions of the body are located at any one time. (This can be demonstrated by anyone's closing the eyes and waving the hand around. Assuming proper proprioceptive function, at no time will the person lose awareness of where the hand actually is, even though it is not being detected by any of the other senses). It can be used in reaction time. Proprioception and touch are related in subtle ways, and their impairment results in surprising and deep deficits in perception and action (Robles-De-La-Torre 2006 ). In contrast, an octopus has no or limited proprioception due to the complicated shapes their tentacles can form. THE SENSES AND INTELLIGENCE*** Out of research into how creativity manifests in different individuals, Howard Gardner described multiple kinds of intelligence: visual, musical, logical/mathematical, linguistic, movement, naturalistic, kinesthetic, intrapersonal and interpersonal intelligences. Most of these correspond to particular senses - in fact, all of them may if Rudolf Steiner's higher senses of language, thought and ego are included. Other senses (taste, smell) may also have their own particular intelligences (Gardner has said that his search for additional intelligences continues). The relationship between intelligence and sensory perception thus appears to be a close one. Guy Murchie proposed more than 30 senses exist including the sense of time and the sense of fear.

So many of us have pains buried deep in our hearts. The more we try to mask them or fight off these feelings, the more they control us. Hiding hurts will only intensify the pain. Think about it like this, if you cant talk about it, its controlling you. Pick an accountability partner and have the courage to be honest. Dont wait until the pain exceeds the fear of exposure. The truth will set you free.

This is dedicated to all the couples out there who's marraiges did survive and who grew old together to see their final years... after the fire burns the embers in the still of the night where only snores of bed partners are shared, a hand reaches out to touch warm skin, the same skin that has shared covers for forty years, warm, soft and comforting to the worst nightmares life has offered, sighs and a movement…bodies like magnets come together, not for sex or pleasures of the flesh but for warmth of the heart and serenity of the soul, the years have added the rolls and the lines and the gray hair or receding hair but in the night, in the silent night it does not matter, like silver spoons nestled in a velvet lined drawer they lay fitting perfectly till daylight releases them to their purpose in this world, mother, father, nanny, poppy, uncle, aunt and best friends to each other

Once upon a time inside a shower of petals not just any pedal, but rose flower petals White, Red, Yellow, Pink and White I laid my body, my soul, my flesh onto our haven a haven we built with trust, understanding & love a love filled to the max of premium, quality of serenity.....I floated My spirit, my dreams, my hopes spreaded and burst in the sky like fireworks when you smoothered me and showered me Your arms doubled my heart and I BECAME YOU I became anger and a yearing, a burning inside me made me scream to the world, to hell and U held me down and I BECAME YOU Your soul cried and the tears covered me and drowned me.... we rocked deep How kisses so passionate, so sweet sweep over my body now like a hurricane lifting me twisting me arms that once so secure so caring hold tight close with no sign of air........... of life Thur me Da' man was killed sorry son-of-a-bitch who can't get pass the many shades of love Thur me with love you got back at the world and I opened myself.....I opened myself My eyes became oceans full of life sparkling jewels, sparkling, clean, deep meaniful and yes dreamy my skin I gave like untouched sand under your fingers pulling you closer to your home to your start my belly shallow and smooth despite the tracks of life before, before the wind blew to resmooth me o'er my thighs opened to swallow you holding precious the possibility the gift of life the gift of paradise which you approached as if you were afraid of finding yourself baby....of finding that King that powerful man that father that father U father my leggs proved able strong movements of sea-serpents that danced, that invited that held that locked and unlocked like testing keys And thur me thur the rage n the hurt n the pint of guilt n shame that your eyes took out I opened myself and I drowned you in me cause I AM LOVE and cause you said and I said forever and a day The tears ran like rain because I never knew the love you knew see it was always pure and simple we laugh, we cried, we walk, we talk we didn't run half way and walked the rest!!!! we either ran or walked we cry real hard and whine next So why love me, why love me then hate me with such passion with the precision of pistons with the motion of locomotion why hold me tight why cling to me with desperation why strap me on as if life depended on me like if you didn't surround me to/in you that life our life, mine and yours would fall off the earth and yet and still I open myself to you and I melt through and through I blew and mixed with the wind and I was no longer myself I WAS YOU and I heard my own voice and I saw the love I was mix and change like a painter's dipping pool Red, Silver, Purple and Red and I was lost and I tried, i sighed and I was happy yet so sad yet so confused love your eyes flashed the word and your eyes were my eyes so I wondered was it really love Thur me which forever brought many days where you lost and regained your manhood your truth your essences and life came life came Thur me you fought the world baby and you won and genocide won't find it's place with us Thur me you found your peace a path in which U walked and even the trees bowed in your presence Thur me I gave you the love that I knew U deserved that your eyes, your heart screamed out that it needed yelled out to me stopped.....my entire existence of me as a whole...so I gave you half so I gave you all and I BECAME YOU We laughed, we cried, we walked, we talked and it was pure and it was simple and it was an understanding it was a knowing a knowledge that we were one Heaven and Earth,,,the sky baby and you said and I said forever and a day You put your hand on my life source between my extensions that you take so much pleasure in reassuring yourself that I wanted you as much as you needed me and you lay feeling it pounding it beating against your palm and you rub around it calming it as not to see it bust-out and wiggle about the floor And you taste the salt that spilled over onto my lips and my nose and my cheeks and my breast and you dragged it with your lips and tongue down my stomach through me and YOU BECAME ME And the mountains that you were oh so strong collapsed before me and deep inside of me And your hands rubbed and caressed me caressed my soul and I started to fly and i wanted to hold and we held each other and YOU BECAME ME Waves flowed over me and you didn't leave the source til' you laid lifeless deep inside me and I opened myself....I opened myself and YOU BECAME ME you reminded me you inside of me Pure and Simple You gave me forever and a day.............

I wrote this poem To honor the memory of A very special friend of my cousin's sons Girlfriend and any other person Who thinks this is real love to let Them control their lives and abused Their bodies and mind!! This is not Love.... Gives her roses Every day Arrives home late every Night Reveals he loves her And She believes and accepts, that This is the way true love Is He tormented and mistreated Her every day She thought She was worthy of oppress. For his expressing his love For her She has no mind of her own For he related to her that she Is not worthy of a better Life. And you are not qualified to Be the mother of my kids Her sister advised her to Leave him But She always covers up for him He’s just stressed out from Work. And he needs to release some Stress So he abused me This Way For that’s the way He expresses his love For me. But he brings me Roses Every day when he Arrives home From work He Arrived home one day and he Was highly stressed So he Revealed His Love for her. And now he takes roses To her Grave

For all the men and women who have felt at some point Or are feeling at this time scared and lonely Painful feelings of despair. I capture his heart and Soul, And placed it in my Heart And made him part of me. He’s so involved in his Own self, That he can’t see the pain And loneliness that is Driving me Insane He gives comfort and a Shoulder to cry to everyone What about Me? Why can’t he show me? Those feelings I stand before Him All undressed For I have bared my Soul to him He’s never Made me part Of him I am in pain why Can’t you See This loneliness in my Heart is killing Me And sometimes I just Want to scream. Why? Why can’t I be a part Of you? My heart is tearing With this pain And empty feelings of despair Scary and lonely Feelings Are tormenting me day And night I feel so alone in this world With no place and no One to belong To. This loneliness is Tearing me apart And these Tears I cannot stop Why can’t you give? Yourself to Me? Totally and Complete The way I gave Myself to You

One early morning I rise to the day of purple hue Saw the awakening Of the skies as the sun Began to rise Splash water on my face to wake up And looking into the mirror on the Wall instated of the mirror of my Heart Which was a big mistake? For I did not recognize the person reflecting On the mirror as I recall a beauty with a plum and perky Face with a soft and pinkish colored Skin like a freshly picked peach that Some how Has vanished and taking its place It’s reflecting an old decayed prune Filled With stress and full of wisdom Staring deeper into the pit of my mind Reflecting an Image of your eyes Viewing The stranger in the mirror fills my Heart with disgust, the look I saw in the Mirror of your viewing eyes Sprinkle my heart with tears AS I though to bare myself to you Released a Compelling Illusion of our love Wishing you looked passed The mirror in the wall Hoping you Chose to journey to the next dimension Where you will seek the substance of my soul The beauty of my visage a heart Whispering Love me unconditionally under any sense Disregard the casting lieight and love the Realm That you’re viewing throughout the front Of the mirror of Your Viewing Eyes…..

Beauty is the gentle wind that reveals the balmy Sun From the ambiguous chasm of the gruesome clouds And feeds the Earth with scintillating illumination Of affection for the annihilation of discrimination Beauty is the river that flows towards the wide sea Not at all wandering from its course of occupation Continuously flowing, no matter what’s and ever And teaching human breed the poise of regular labor Beauty is the friendship that enshrouds this universe With the bond of unity, even in the verge of torture Adding sublime execution to the global unification For the deterioration of vengeance and revulsion Beauty is the love that feeds the inclusive evolution And sheds peace in entire living beings formation Just as the soul sees all, but it is never seen to us Beauty is like true love, that sees all and it is not seen