A little collage I made

Good Evening Fellow Humans! (well, it's evening here anyway)

I just have to share this little collage I made with you. The kid in the picture is, of course, ME! I am a megalomaniac, after all --- that should be obvious!

Anyway, here it is - I hope it brings a smile to some of your lips, for I do mean it in fun. Sort of...
Facebook Friends, you've seen it...

The Other Side

Hi again,

Just a song, The Other Side of Me by Culture Beat. The video has wonderful images of Milan, Italy - quite worth a look...

and, one more from Culture Beat, the World in Your Hands:

I do hope some of you can have a lovely day.

Love, Peace, Joy

RtTBt

One example of 'the season'

Hi again,

There is a series of videos titled "Season of Treason", for one. Here is a link in case you may be interested...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LxY_H5V0Kw


Love, Peace, Joy to ALL --- Please!

RtTBt

Poetry, yes - Prophecy? Sometimes I wonder

Good Day Fellow Humans.

I'm going to attach two jpegs of some poems I wrote a few days after my very first LSD trip in 1986 while living in Seattle. These just spilled out of me, where they came from I don't know - beyond thinking that Seattle was the town in the mist in the midst of the sea, and that I lived on the top floor of a building at the crest of Capital Hill - a 'tree' in my head at the time. One thing about the first one ... it has the phrase "Season of Treason" in it. I keep coming across this phrase of late, often in commentary on internet news sites. Once again, I invite any one who may read this to ask me questions! I'm getting lonely people!

Here they are:

Playtime for Robbie - New Captain Earth

Good Day Fellow Humans!

Well, I've been playing with some of the little plastic toys that have found their way into my hands. My Captain America key ring (found in my desk while it was at my sisters's) has seen better days. First, he lost his shield, then one arm; then the other. I have only the legs and waist of a 'soccer dad' as I think of him (given to me by ex-roomie James). The Infant is one of a set given to my by one of my ex's, Andrew. He had originally given me a key-ring consisting of a clear plastic female torso, pregnant with the developing baby visible in her womb; and a collection of tiny baby dolls with it. The larger yellow/red figure was put in one of my boxes by my niece Abby the day I was moving into the yellow room. So, that's where all these objects came from.

In my insane little brain, I've been thinking about the 'death' of old Captain America and the 'birth' of a new CAPTAIN EARTH or whatever, as a symbol of global unity. Notice Captain America's shield is supported by 'Dad' above the infant's head. The larger yellow/red figure, well - it's a symbol of our Creator(s) for me! I'm looking for a hemisphere of our earth to glue into the circle on it's belly (gender is unclear to me, as it should be - perhaps it's beyond the concept!).

Wish the pictures could have been more clear,  I have trouble holding my hands still. Imagine that...

It's amusing to me, but then again I'm quite odd. 47 and still playing with broken toys and glue-guns. What is one to do?

I do have a point to to all this! Really, I do! I'll be working on that next....

Have a lovely day if you can.

Peace, Love, Joy to ALL!

RtTBt

Another Day, more data incoming...

Good Afternoon, fellow humans; 

After hanging out my blanket to dry this afternoon, I finally settled down to heat up some soup. I was thinking myself into one of my 'whoa is me, this is hell all this emotional overload and constant ideas/concepts overloading me' - moods. A voice, mine I suppose - the sane part of my mind - said to me "You know Rob, you don't have to choose this reaction." I got into a back and forth with 'it' and realized that I often make poor choices when 'picking' an emotional state to be in. It is like that, for me at least; I pick one and deal with the consequences. I'm sick of unintended and harmful consequences. So, I will endeavor to be more careful when manipulating my moods. And I do mean manipulate; my roommate Jeri once asked me if I may be addicted to my own brain chemistry - she told me just what 'I' had reminded myself of today. I choose to be manic, to be high. I can literally think myself into what is very similar to an Acid or Mushroom trip at times. I've been asked here, while out and about, 'are you on something Rob?'; and I answer, honestly, NO! My eyes get the big pupils and I'm just Mr. Personality Plus when in this mode. I've been asked, also, 'What did you do to this place?' a time or two. Wherever I was (think, a bar!), became this vortex of manic, super-excited socialization. Back when I was young, I could get a dance floor going --- I'd go out alone and soon more and more were around me, as the beat and our gyrations got wilder and weirder. 

Wow, this is wandering all over my past. Hmmmm. 

It is as if I have to learn how to be human, at every moment. I don't think I know sometimes. 

Guess I need more downloads of data! One can never have enough I suppose.... 

I'm tired out for now, maybe more later. 

Love, Peace, Joy - to ALL. 

OmegaMan

RtTBt

The Hothouse of Creation

Hello There, Fellow Humans!

I'm finally settled in front of my computer, after many trips to the porch and walks with Maxine (my beloved Boston Terrier is with me again). It is a lovely day here, yet again. It was a bit cool earlier in the day, but has warmed up nicely. All the amazing beauty of spring in full bloom is all around me, and it is overwhelming! I think I'm going through a bit of a grieving process, as the date is fast approaching when I will depart for a new life with my Brian in Helena. I'm excited about it, but am going to miss Savannah so very much. Next time I'm here, I'll just be visiting.

On this note, I want to quote from the afterward of John Berendt's book, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil; or as it is known in Savannah, 'The Book'. This is the final paragraph of the book, and it sums up this beautiful, odd, weird, wonderful, awful little city perfectly:

"For me, Savannah's resistance to change was its saving grace. The city looked inward, sealed off from the noises and distractions of the world at large. It grew inward, too, and in such a way that its people flourished like hothouse plants tended by an indulgent gardener. The ordinary became extraordinary. Eccentrics thrived. Every nuance and quirk of personality achieved greater brilliance in that lush enclosure than would have been possible anywhere else in the world."

I can't say it better myself. I've mentioned, on facebook at least, that I believe this town is located in a center of creative energy on our earth, from long long ago. I certainly have had a strange time of it here, and feel oddly renewed and ready to go forth in the world and CREATE something new and wonderful. This Hothouse plant is mature and ready to leave the 'garden' of its birth. I wonder, though, who the indulgent gardener is. I think I know...

Love 2 All!

Omega Man