.......doll trust

photo artistry by windiepink.... i am not one of the artists of the seven... i wish i was....i am not good enough.... but hey... i do like to talk....

Good morning.... life is delightful.... yet ugly as hell... hummmm.. i wonder which one i might chose... big smile.....

yesterday... for those of you who take time to read my rambles.. i mentioned that i was not going to blog anymore here on blogger... just do my..... artists of the seven..... this would be good enough... i felt i had learned enough... so why am i blogging this morning..... hummmmm

hey.... this is the latest news... i have been blocked by another man.... i just love putting a fire under a big male ego... they explode like a gas can around a campfire....

lets see now....... how many males have blocked me... i have to stop and think... there was the guy in Californian.... the Italian... the German... no.. two German's... one polish... and this latest one.... i bet you can't brag about being blocked on flickr.... i have never blocked anyone... oopps.. i did block one to get his attention... yes... he is special... if he reads my blog.. which i think he does... those where two fun blogs... you are such a good sport... a real man... not a ego man...

ok... where was i.. yes... i have been blocked by men.. only men... male Gods.... in their own minds... i love to play with their heads... you have to use a different approch with each one..

the first way to flush out a man with a big ego... is stroke it.... gently run your figures through the ego.... tell them what they want to hear... build them up... up.. up... just like God... they love it when you get down on your knees... hummmm.... sounds like slut talk to me..

now flickr is no different than any other community... big ego males like to be hanging in the right places... supply the right drugs... wear the right treads.... know the right people.... if you watch them from a distance you can pick their moves out a mile a way.... on flickr though.. its a little harder.. well it used to be harder... now i am starting to find it pretty easy to spot them... this said.. i will most likely trip over one later to day that will kick the feet out from under me.... big smile..

ok.. enough big ego male bashing... there are many more good men than bad... i think maybe even more good men to bad... than good women to bad.... there are a lot of real big ego women around as well...

now i must say this... a big ego is just a sign of insecurity... this can have its roots in who knows what.. so we will not go there... but we will take time to give a look at the bright side of big male egos....

like all things in life.. there are two sides... same with the big male ego... i was just looking at my dolls.. they are so cute... i love those two little munchkins... they are so precious to me... ok... we fouled up the male mind here by jumping topic... big smile...

ok... a big male ego loves to deliver the goods... it craves attention... a big male ego will hand out compliments years before a regular male even begins to figure out what is going on...

a big male ego... loves to strive for the lofty... be smarter.. know more... do better... require more out of others.. be prepared to step up to the plate and hit the ball.. or they will strike you out.. one.. two.. three...

i just love my loop backs...

views are free... egos are payed for....

a male with a large ego... is much harder on themselves than non big ego types... get a big ego male cornered... when the tears roll... its an ocean.... they have contained so many demons inside them that the world is not big enough to hold them when they escape..;...

lets see.. what else is there... i wish you could talk.. then you could add your thoughts to this.... ok.. i think i have said enough... i have vented a bit on big male egos... both the good and the bad...

you be good.. tiandra...

................things to do

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the female mind can produce up to 60,000 words a day....

the male mind can produce up to 10,000 words a day...

...............WEARY

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my man voxefx... handsome devil don't you think ladies.. i love black men.... its the smell of potency... strong potency.......

the beauty of the male mind is just how potent it is.............

............eyecandy

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the male mind has to shut down all functions in one side of the brain to move over to the other side.... and this travel is very restricted.... say as a one lane road...

the female mind moves back and forth between the left side right side like a 100 lane wide freeway... this is why she loves to talk about a million different things at a time... which frustrates the male mind... it likes to stay focused....

.........because of someone

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what does this...
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...hummmm...

i had mentioned.... yesterday.. that i might talk about the Mother Goddess.. i gerplunked some debunk about Father God & capable... you thought you were reading about my header musings... but i was beginning to condition your mind to help you understand dreams... the dream state... i did a verbal conscious spill... i have a female mind so i moved you back and forth between the two hemispheres.... the right side of the brain and the left side... on purpose... to stimulate and provoke..

a fully developed male mind will have trouble reading yesterdays post... only because they like to stay in one side of the brain... do the work they have to do... finish it and move to the other side... a good male mind is objective (goal) driven.. and much different from a female mind... the female mind is designed to... we will learn this one down the blogg some... maybe tomorrow.. we will see...

... here is a female mind... male mind difference.. i will begin to teach you them as we move along in the blogg.. step at a time.. here is the first step..

the male mind has a single speech centre.. and is capable of up to 10.000 words a day.... some males will produce as little as 1,000 words a day...

the female mind has multiple speech centres.. and is capable of up to 60,000 words a day... ... that's me.. lots to say.. smile..

when i was very young... my mother and father decided to take up skiing... back then it was boards of wood with cable bindings... looking for just the right moment to break one of your bones... it was my mothers and fathers love of the rocky mountains of canada that took us to a steep mountain ski hill in banff alberta called norquay.. i am not sure if it still exists... none the less.. i was 6 or 7 and as dedicated as my mother & father to learning the master of this activity...

somehow.. while standing on my skis.. they decided it was time to learn my first bone break teach... smile... back on my wrist i fell... conscious of the extreme pain that now hampered my joy in this activity expression.. i was down to the count.. but as it is my practice.. i did my best to hide the pain..

that evening as i lay in bed.. the pain became loud.. and tears became mainstream.. with these symbols a signal.. my father decided it best to take me into the small hospital near by.. in a town called canmore... there i was attended to.. and introduced once again to my gift of mystical understandings....

back then.. canada did not have a public health care system.. hospitals where a measure of last resort.. they cost big bucks.. so they were very attentive to the deliver... in a very personal way... as i was taken into the room where i was to be attended to.. i jammed.. i was caught between two worlds... i was moving through the portal of re step... commonly known as deja-vu... the illusion of having already experienced something actually being experienced for the first time...

child bewildered i was... the illusion was the more real... the real was more the illusion... i try ed my best to fight my way out... but each moment included the steps i had already taken in my dream.. yet i was to young to understand the distortion.. fight as i could.. every moment in movement was an exact retrace... just how could this be... scared to death now.. i lost sight of any pain i had in my wrist... i found myself both in "awe".. that i had lived this before... had i dreamed this... or was this moment the dream... bouncing back and forth in my mind was the exceptional wonder of this time stencil... just how could this be... pinch me as they say... i really want to wake up... i am scared... daddy.. help.. please help.. i am to scared to say anything... take me from here and never bring me back...

as the events flowed through the trace... i new i did not know... no wonder it took me so long to learn to tie my shoe laces... i knew the colors i see around people was not normal.. my mind is kerplunked... hows that spell...smile.. confusion became the stronger of the mix... yet.. yes.. yet.. as the moments flowed there precised direction and unfold as they were as to instruction...i found myself becoming fascinated.. joyful.. safe.. each moment seem a deliver to the promise... a promise fortold... a promise now unfolding... a promise realized... a promise that belonged just to me... my treasure.. mine to keep forever.. it mattered not to me now.. that dumb was a confirm... different was my secret... unusual was my polite...i was safe...i would come out of this... ok....

i enjoyed getting my first plaster cast.. one of many... to many to mention.. the tender touch of the doctor who ever so carefully wrapped the white chalky cloth around my wrist... questioning me every few wraps to insure it was just right.. reassuring me i would be just fine.. 6 weeks from now i would be as good as new.. somehow... i knew what had just happened was special.. it mattered not that my injury would heal.. i trusted his wisdom... what mattered was... i had experienced a treasure...an insight... an understanding i did not yet know what to do with.. but it was all mine... so special it still brings tears to my eyes... even as i write this now...

here is the teach... the mystical mind is given its confirmation in steps.. this experience happened to me just as i was coming to the close of my directive years... it was a celebration in the coming together of my specialness.. my spiritual awareness.. a vivid awareness that i was gifted in a very special way...that i would be sensitive to understanding the world in a much different way... that the symbols of awareness held me to a special bond... confirmed in the ever so powerful and clear deja-vu.. i was anointed to my quest...

do we talk to yourselves in dreams... yes.. we learned a bit about this in the blogger enter....awash in a sea of digits and only a silent whisper... do others talk to us in our dreams... well.. this we will learn...

... be good.. tiandra...

......awash in a sea of digits

...so here i am... now..


i have avoided this place for some reason... maybe it is because i am not sure i really want to say anything... the internet is full of digits from so many that one more voice it may not need... none the less... i am here... now..

i had a very interesting dream last night... it has some staying power... it has come across my mind a number of times this morning... and i am not sure what to make of it... i do read dreams... once one gets an understanding of the symbols important to someone... one can read the message.... this is harder to do for ones own dreams... we have a tendency to mix our emotional longings to the slip... which means we jump ahead of the que... or clues... which ever you like..

when ever your mother is in your dreams... well... this can be interesting... mothers are normally our very first teachers... in the case of my dream last night... my mother was the main drift... when i use the word drift... all dreams drift through a string of patterns... which weave a dream tapistry... you can use your imagination to understand this...

my mother was the main drift... she had come back into my fathers life in a big way... he loved her deeply and loved to shower her with gifts... and i do not mean going to the store and buying something special... i mean.. when ever he could give her something she liked... be it praise... attention... conversation... the what have you... he gifted... well in this dream he had gifted her with to many things for me to remember... and what is important to me is... how she responded...

now i will make a mention upfront here... i do not like money... not even a little bit... we do not get along... we put up with each other.. but we do not get along... and this is because i saw what it did to my parents... it enslaved them... my mother died early because of it (53)... it intoxicated her...just like alcohol... my father loved to gift my mother... so he did what ever he could to feed the addiction... i normally keep all these feelings to myself... but in the case of this dream... i am mentioning it..

in the dream.. my mother had realized a new car... a car is normally a symbol in a dream of travel or tool... but not always... it can be an idol symbol... after all...a car is a tool to get from point a to point b... passed that.. it becomes an idol... i am not saying this is bad... we all have our idols... idols are things we believe in.. things we attach to ourselves in a greater way as an extension of ourselves... a classy car.... is an extension of our read... we like classy... may even worship it... in which case... classy reads abound in our life... simple...

in my dream... my mother and her new car... well.. this is interesting... like a tapistry... their are normally many number of focus points which can be studied.. starting with our reaction to what we see... i saw my mother very taken by this... she was more concerned with my read of it... did i like it... and as a good child... i insured she saw my appoval.... when i stop to think about it... this is an important symbol in the dream... approval... my approval on matters... what i chose to approve... i see myself as an approvalist... a professional approval artist...

now i have to hang my head with my hands over my face and wonder.... take some deep breaths and absorb.... just what am i telling myself...

"know your strengths and make them work for you"... windiepink... i coined this little verse when i was studing models... stella van gent was my inspiration for this one... i have expanded it out.. and it is scarlet talk truth... every successful scarlet women knows this and makes it her rule...

well.. i think that is about enough for today... i will post this.. see how comfortable i feel about it... and try not to delete it... this is my habit..

be good... and do as you will.... tiandra.....