Inspired By A Dream

This post was originally sent in an email format to a friend. While I sent it to the last email I have for this friend, I am not sure if it ever made it (as of this posting)

 While visiting a friends' house last evening, I was happy to discover that you lived next door! The house I was visiting had some older women living there and they were very in touch with nature and the energies around them. They knew you well and they knew your children. As we talked, they said that the kids were playing around back, with their kids and that if I wanted, you were probably around in the back, laying on a couch and I could go visit you.

As I came around back, it was great to see the kids, grown more now, playing, having fun with their friends!  You were laying down, very beautiful, very tired, in a very “southern bell” sort of dress. I paused to take in your beauty and to feel how good it felt to see you again. It has been a long time since we have been here, in this dream state….

            Time has weathered you some, but as your eyes opened, you caught my look….  your eyes said hello, but your mind met a moment of fear – wondering where your man was – were the kids safe? and there are the kids, playing just around the corner – of course they are safe….  do you see the size of the guy standing watch over them as mom sleeps? Your fear is gone. Your man is busy and un attending as usual. You smile! “Well there you are” you say. “It has been a long time,  glad you are back”

            You seem tired, too tired, and almost frail. I sit down next to you on the bed/couch and you come to life! We sure do bring each other to life – our life. Our parallel universe life that runs in time, on a different plane.

A hug, an embrace and almost…. a kiss. It is always…. almost!  Our minds seemed to cover time in an instant – the this and that of what has been going on…. but always there, and never asked – what happened to “us”?

Always thought, never asked.

            Reality brings you back, the worries the fears…. and yet I, as always, ride the universe a little more – less fear – no worry – you are beautiful!

So I fade off back out front, the kids do not notice as I wisp by – leaving my earth eating stride aside for the feet of a Cherokee to pass thru their space, un noticed, leaving them to the joy of the play and no worries of the man they never saw with mommy…

            Casual conversation with the women next door… they do not know your story, as gently I poke.

A daughter of theirs, and artist, a teen, and she flirts with my head as I flirt with her art. We dance, a game of circles… and slowly I fade off… not having unsettled the force – leaving all as found, and peaceful.

End Note: this should have been published in February of 2013 - just found that I never did publish it.....  March 2018

Freedom of Speech Freedom of Expression

At http://www.sweminator.com/sweminator_blog/2013/02/19/freedom-of-speech/  My brother put up a blog that is entitled "Freedom of Speech   Freedom of Expression"  As I hit that this morning, below is the reply that i left him. While he brings up a very good point about who can see what, I am not so smart. You will understand soon!


Hi,
My name is Jim Swem. I am 6’3″ naked, i range between 275 – 300 pounds, did seven years in the United States Army and was born circa 1963.

I burp, I fart, often don’t shave and typically only brush my teeth about 3 times a week.

Somewhere near the beginning of the end of my second marriage, we were working with a marriage counselor. During a conversation in session, I apparently spoke my mind. As we were leaving at the end of that session, I was asked to remain behind for a few minutes… Once it was just the shrink and I, he said to me,”you don’t sugar coat anything do you?” I told him very politely that no one has ever accused me of beating around the bush. Did I forget to mention I’m a Scorpio?

Politically Correct is tough. I have learned over the years to put a clutch on my tongue when it comes to swearing – I don’t need my kids dropping the “f” bomb at school. I ask of my friends that when the kids are around, that they do not cuss either.

I was raised with manors, common sense and the ability to think and work for and on my own. More often than not, this has cost me a few jobs. Even though on their application they require the ability to “work on ones own” when it comes down to it, they do not like that, nor do they like when you actually act on your own to get something done.

Freedom of speech…. FUCK YOU. !
Freedom of expression….. ::face the mirror:: flip yourself off. (thank you)

How about get your self a sense of freakin’ humor? That’s what we need more of. Nobody can take a joke any more. I’m driving down the road, checking out the guys hot chick, in the car next to me and the dude has to get all pissed off and flip me off. Now I gotta flip him off… how about just saying, yup, she’s hot, and keep on driving! Sense of humor.
How about as my boss, when you don’t like the way i am doing something, and i ask you how you would do it, instead of showing me sticks and mud, you don’t get all pissy when I tell you that just a few years ago they invented the wheel. It goes round and round and makes things work much smoother??

Freedom of speech is such a relevant thing… where are your feet at this moment in time? What is your mind set when you read/hear something? Are you offended because your pissed the wife didn't do you this morning? Are you happy because she did?? Does the news of the loss of a child rip your heart out because you have lost two of your own? So where are your feet right now? Even as we read this, you have know way of seeing my facial expressions. Do you know if i am laughing at this while i write it, or am I pissed that you are a dumb ass?

The beauty of it all of is that we live in America. I can and am writing this for you to read. Next time someone asks to see ID when you are buying beer, ask them what country they woke up in this morning. Politely explain to them that you do not need papers to cross the lines in this country. If they still ask for ID, ask for their manager. If that person does not have the common manners to see that you are old enough not to use an acne Clearasil pad, and still wishes to see your ID, explain to them that the beauty of this country is our freedom. Wish them a nice day and walk off. Go to the local quickie mart and get your beer. Freedom of Speech AND Freedom of Expression all in one shot.

Have a Nice Day – he says with a smile !!

Good Morning Monday!

So I get this email from the brothers wife....  says I have a sign in, password and a link to a couple of web pages.....  blog sites.

Wait - I got a phone call from an old friend, Mom Sherwood. We have not talked in awhile so the usual blah blah blah's about the families.... Joan has taken a voice over course, has gotten her certification for voice overs and has seventy-five copies of demo cd's to be sent out  [first phone call of the day set up for 11:30am] While Mom and I are talking, a lonely little brain cell fires and remembers that Joan had co-authored a book. So I said hey, your book could be your first book on tape! Use your new skill and it is another application for your talent! Well there's an idea. But neither one of us know anything about this sort of thing. I told her I know a guy!

I send my brother a text - you working or goofing off? (you can't disturb these fancy writer folks) Says he's [grab's cell phone, clicks texts, references brothers text] says he's writing, what's up? I hit call contact. Blah blah blah, up to speed about Joan, some of the back story, and has he looked into any book on cd? As we are talking about books on cd and some of their merits and/or short comings, The wife says they are audio books..... (snooty authors wife) (hi Dee) ok - go back to the top of the page, read the first two lines then come back here!

Hey, how are ya? So now I am writing [grabs phone again, references text] oh i am a "contributor" (she thinks i can spell cause i'm the smart one in the herd) contributor... ouch. Hurts just thinking about it.

Typing..... 60 words a minute, isn't that the standard [right click over word with red line under it, select correct spelling,click] maybe 60 words a minute, but my 3xl hands can hit about 95 words a minute, with most of those spelled wrong, not for the lack of knowledge on how to spell, but have you seen the size of my hands? High school guidance counselor said "no gynecologist for you"  Typing...

[rolls wheel on mouse] [looks about this page] if the thingy's are being read right, looks like I have been here an.... never mind... it looks like a clock in the bottom right corner of this box and it is 2 pm somewhere - it's 9 am here! So about an hour, nah 45 minutes (forgot i made coffee, took a dump and started a load of laundry) and the counter thingy says 430 words - 440

preview ? no s@#) took me to the blog page.

First off, that background color has to go. Reading a letter on top of baby sh#$ brown???  eeewww

Top right corner says "here we will be looking at projects we have at hand" Your hands ain't big enough for this project !!!

And the font is tough to read (could be the background color, could be my eyes - needs to be a darker or thicker font) yuck, cold coffee.

Audio books. More to come. Research away! And a blog site linked to this blog, linked to my blog, linked to ( Joan needs a blog) seems the last few weeks I have had a trend of pimping friends... to eric's web site (eric needs a blog)

And the first thing i read this morning was Dee's blog about planning.... interesting, very interesting! Did I consult the universe? So now I know she can swing a hammer from Washington State and have it hit me in the head in Upstate NY....  Well played sister in law!

(Trees for the Forrest) Tomorrow - or later

Jim Swem Monday 18 February 2013