Dreams
What's the use?
The Dark Age of Science
2025.06.11
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Good to be read by you again.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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The rain, and the sky deciding whether or not to, finally stopped.
Soft sunshine this morning, night mist made heavy dew.
A good weather, nice day, kind of day.
Songbirds go soft to let a few crows take the show.
There's magic in the air.
What's up with your sky?
Stretch your neck and see.
Remove your eyes from the digital screen, remember your body is like the best food, organic; look up, give the sky a color, and return to your regularly scheduled pixel show.
Nothing wrong with a cellphone screen; nothing wrong with sunshine.
It's what we do with a thing that matters.
The morality of matter comes down to how we use it.
Every weapon is a tool if you use it right.
A torch can light the way or burn down a house.
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I worry and wonder about AI.
Worry and wonder for the Spirit.
Worry and wonder Science forgot dreams make the world go around.
Try not to dream something and you already lost. The trying is a dream.
We covered up what is most important about us under a dark blanket of numbers, and theorems, and proofs. Veiled our dreams to increase our bodies time breathing.
Left ourselves feeling empty day in to lights out. Dressed ourselves in an existential crisis buried under ways to make our hearts beat longer, ways to make trips to the stars, and forgot the light that shines in us, that sparked us alive.
The suicidal tendencies of our societies show we are in The Dark Age of Science; computers make music, make hearts starve.
Spirit pushed aside as if it wasn't always the light inside that inspires each measurement, each note.
"Why?" The first and fundamental question of existence and the first and fundamental tenant Science tells us to leave out.
I cheer Science on and am grateful for everyone of its successes.
I breathe easier and can take a space shuttle to the moon.
But without a remembrance of Spirit, breath and space flight are arbitrary exercises, puzzles to figure out for the sake of putting a puzzle together and not for the sake of living.
Take care today, listen to a dream or two, wonder where they come from and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Puff
2025.06.10
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Feeling strong, all day long.
Some sign of something good came to mind this morning, is what I hope for you.
Persistent days of insistent rains here, of late.
The sky debates sunshine.
Later than usual start, the weather caters to sleep.
Hope all's well with you.
Time for a spell or two.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Health and wealth and hurricanes, things we discuss.
Lately rain smacked the ground, woke the stems from the seeds, the green from the stems, Summer waits for the Sun.
How are your dreams?
You ought to check in on them time and again.
Mine rest on pages yet read, words left unsaid, from lack of sharing.
'It's all in the timing." It's said.
Which is only true based on how you define 'it'.
When and what is your it?
What's your dream look like reached and held?
Where do you stand?
What do you hold when you say, "This is it! I did it!"?
What's your masterpiece made manifest?
A new house? A car? A happier child? Better days spent doing a better job?
Music played? Paintings finished and shared? Satisfaction for the day for a lullaby?
That's always a great marker for how well we serve our dreams, how easy it is to fall asleep.
When bedtime requires an orange bottle an hour or so before to happen, check-in with what you're doing to serve your dreams and check-off Pick up Prescriptions from the Pharmacy.
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I know something about you that you forgot; you're alive.
I know it's true because you're reading these words.
I know you read them because for some reason they lift you up, help you remember your power to dream, and the power you have to make those dreams come true.
Where do your dreams come from?
Did you ever think something divine gave them to you to see that you accomplish them?
I did. O/
It's why I'm here.
To remind you every morning, you write your own story of actions to best serve your dreams.
There's a ghost... a puff of The Breath of Life in you called your inspiration, your spark.
You wake up to ignore it or to grow it.
The former exhausts you and leaves you empty.
The latter lifts you and leaves you inspired.
Remember your dream of you today, serve it, be lifted, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For Just Dreams
2025.05.31
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Gentle rain falls hard.
How's your day?
Some rain like different cities quality of water is cleaner and clearer somehow.
The clarity of a drop of rain is a tangible thing; it's felt.
Clouds cast down clarity this morning.
Top shelf bottled water from some untouched mountain spring to signal the just about start of Summer.
Hope your day goes well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We talk about the weather when we don't know what to talk about, but sometimes the weather is what's worth talking about.
Hurricanes and blizzards and flash flood warnings for instance.
But sometimes, like today, it's the gentle rain.
A soft sunrise through soft raindrops.
The kindness of water is so well-overlooked.
Sweet sunshine in saccharine puddles.
Valentine's Day candy and definitely not Halloween tricks and treats.
An 'it's a nice day to stay in and read a book or do nothing on purpose' kind of day.
Just hang out Saturday kind of day.
A video game with a good friend kind of day.
For the truly soulful dreamers, boredom doesn't exist. It's called quiet time. It's called necessity now and then.
A friend that asks, "Don't you get bored?" trying to help you out is a friend that needs helping out.
A life devoid of personal daydreams is a life lacking.
Today's rain soft with soft sometimes sunlight is a day made for just dreams.
When the whole world of people can each individually sit alone in a quiet space quietly for ten, for fifteen, for a half an hour at times and be comfortable and grateful for it, we'll have peace.
I'm sorry, but if you can't sit still comfortably alone for ten minutes you're every problem in the world.
You do yourself an injustice. You do us all an injustice.
You're missing out on a lifetime spent living in a wonderful dream.
Free yourself from your busy body, sit still and recognize a wonderful dream for it, move forward in your wonderful dream, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Balance
2025.05.22
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
The next installment of The Sunrise.
Brought to you by +he Ghos+.
Good to be read by you again.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Today.
The world is all a stage again.
A Muppet show.
Another episode of: Sunshine Valentine's Sunshiny Delights.
"Hit the lights!"
- Sunshine Valentine
What's your genre for the day?
Gloomy grey independent film? Hallmark Channel romance? Holiday Ho-Ho-Ho in May?
It's always a good time to get a gift. Always a good time to give one, too.
Are you giving or taking?
The world is a stage sure, but it's also an algebraic equation.
Both sides equal out.
So when you get something make sure you give something back.
And when you give a gift make sure you receive one back, or the equation goes undone.
Your math teacher, grade point average, and the whole quality of your whole life will suffer if you don't.
Balance!
Jedis and people living genuinely good lives know the necessity of balance.
What about dreams? How do we give and get a dream?
Friendship is a good example.
Your dream of what a friend is meets another's dream of what being a friend means to them and viola! Friendship.
This works in business and romance, in all things too.
The way each object in your life, your home, your car, your phone, your anything, serves your dream of a good life determines the quality of your relationship to it.
Abe and I for instance.
My dream of a dog: loyal, friendly, glad to be alive, with the qualities of a sleepy doormat; Abe returns with enthusiasm.
For me, Abe is a good dog.
His fashion sense, rockin' his bowtie, is an added attribute to my love for him.
What's your dream of a good life?
Do your relationships to the people, places, and things match it?
Maybe they're stepping stones to take you to things that serve you better.
Maybe they're already wonderful.
Say thank you to them today to keep them going.
Thank you Reader for reading. It means so much.
Take care, pay yourself back with what pays you back, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Politics of Roses
2025.05.17
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sweet songbirds of Spring.
Hello. O/
Quite a reception of chirps and tweets and whistles this morning.
Maybe a choir woke you up today, too.
I hope you noticed.
Welcome back.
Thanks for reading.
On with our show...
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Peace on the mind again.
The fight we sometimes call Life doesn't feel like one.
Like a silent victory happened while you slept.
Good morning... peace.
What to write on? What to say?
When The World works with you, what do you say?
O/
That works for me.
Hope The World reflects the same for you, too.
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Coffee or tea, you and me, words to give sound to a sunrise.
That's what songbirds are for, to give each sunrise a new voice, to tell us what day it is, a daily planner page for Mother Nature.
Flowers and daydreams feed the same natural necessity.
Each rose, daffodil, and chrysanthemum holds its own fantasy, tells its own tale with every colored petal.
Have you noticed as much?
Nature wastes nothing, even Science says so.
So what's the use of the beauty of flowers?
Surely one color blossom is enough to feed any kind of bee.
Why the Crayola box of blooms Mother Nature?
Why the fashion show?
Color means so much more than we know, allow ourselves to see.
Not politically, racially, culturally: Naturally.
Life wants expression.
Our eyes are spectral crystals of blues and browns and greens.
Our skin the color of the dirt that best served the intensity of the sunlight of where our ancestors were born.
We look for differences to categorize when we should see reason to celebrate.
There's a reason a rose is yellow, is white, is red.
There's a reason for your skin more than the flesh can say.
A politics of roses is as absurd as the politics of pigmentation in our Nation.
There's a reason your skin is that shade, and Nature, and I, and roses know it.
It's as simple as simply Life celebrating living.
Vibrance is the language of flowers.
Color in the world is The World's creative expression of the dream called Life.
Color is The Dance of Creation.
I hope you're brave enough to see it.
A box of black and white and gray crayons makes possible only contour prisons for shades of dark and light.
Open your camera app, set the default filter to B+W, shoot the world on your phone screen.
Watch so much nightly news on the same screen and the pictures both look that way for the same reason.
Left aisle, Right aisle; Black and White, Either/Or existences show up there.
While the whole World dances in Color.
Shame on us for limiting our experiences of what's beautiful about us.
If every songbird wore the same color, and sang the same song, I'd go back to bed.
A lifetime listening tells me if that were the case, the birds wouldn't even bother to wake up.
There's wisdom in beauty, divinity in variety, take care, maybe notice it, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Motions That Make It Real
2025.05.14
Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Woof, woof. How are you? O/
Abe thought he'd say hello, too.
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Clay... of all metaphors to make regarding spirit, I'm choosing clay.
It has definite ways to work with it.
Our hands mold the formation of it as it spins.
Our dreams mold spirit as it spins, repetitions of the same fantasy.
After the mold is set it's placed in a fire to give it permanence.
After a dream is set it's placed in the electrical fire it takes to move the body, to make the motions to give it permanence, to make it real.
The motions that make it real. A good title and a good definition of what Life is for. A place, and a body, to do the actions to make dreams real.
How are your dreams? How are your actions? Do they match? Do they serve each other?
I hope so. You deserve fulfilment.
Life is not an exercise in touch; life is the experience of touching dreams.
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Sun's up.
Sparrows and blue jays and birds I often write about drop down, pick up food and debris to make nests, then lift back to their homes under construction.
The nearby monastery bells chime breakfast time for the devout.
Slow pokes.
I've been at it for hours.
Prayers to a page, daydreams to the sky.
Writing the sunrise to right the day.
Words of witness of what's wonderful.
Take care, dream a day, then live wonderful that wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Imagination
2025.05.12
Monday, May 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How goes it? O/
Booga-loo got your shoe?
You know what to do.
Dance it free.
Let it be, history.
There's living to do.
You know which way to go.
It's your Life.
So, on with our show...
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Imagination.
Let's talk about Imagination, the realm of +he Ghos+.
It's where I live, yo.
And where you are right now.
It's compulsory; you gotta visit at least once a day.
It's called sleep.
Truth is though, we're all dual citizens, always dreaming while we're doing.
The dream is part of every action, always comes first.
Lift your right hand and you have to dream lifting it first.
Like an old friend you know the dream so well you take it for granted.
But habit isn't imaginative dearth; it's customary, it's learning to live; to live in life, to help the body survive to dream more dreams and make them come true.
Whatever part of you dreams the dream to move your hand, I call your ghost. It lives in the world called The Imagination.
The Kingdom of +he Ghos+.
Where every subject is on its way to a verb to get an action to move it to a place called Reality.
We visit The Real World; we live in The Imagination. O/
You raise your right hand.
You turn the key.
You drive.
You raise your right hand.
You write the prompt.
AI echoes an answer.
In software and sensible things The Sun shines to show dreams made true in a process called Reality, where dreams are shared in one Great Shared Dream called Life.
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Sun's up. Birds sing at breakfast time. The World caters to dreams.
"Nice day," readies to be said by many to comment on the weather.
Flowers feed The World color and start to bloom a feast. Trees line the sky, a green tablecloth for the event.
Take care, dream on purpose with purpose, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Bah Humbug, Beautiful?
2025.05.11
Sunday, May 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy."
At least it will in an hour or so when it arrives.
Presumptuous?
Nah.
Prophetic, like the best poets are.
O/
Good to feed your read again.
Hope all is well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another stronger day.
Health returns in waves.
Years worth of scars from illness and the side effects of the medicines that help heal them have been common companions every morning.
Fewer companions this morning.
The calm quiet of health grows loud.
Thank Heaven above for the miracles.
How's your Spring?
Sunshine blue sky state of mine?
Rainy... 'at least a lot of green growing things are being fed' optimism?
Bah humbug, Beautiful?
You got better things to do than look at the sky cranky checklist champion curmudgeon?
Get over it.
Ain't no use finishing your checklist if you don't enjoy the place.
To be a hero without a home for a hero's welcome makes for an unfinished story.
Don't leave your life in cliffhanger mode.
Set up that ending with a wonderful idea of home and head there.
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Sun's up now.
A few been with me a long time daydreams filled the last hour.
You have some, too.
I know you do.
Dreams that always feed your peace of mind.
Someday places put smiles on the faces of every passerby.
Make a practical step or two towards their reality today.
There's a reason they're there.
Did you ever think something divine put those dreams in you to see that you accomplish them?
I did. O/
I wrote it before, I'll write it again: Our dreams are not goals; our dreams are instruction manuals.
Follow them.
Spend some quiet time daydreaming to read them.
Translate them into a language called 'real.'
And get to the wonderful work of making wonderful days.
Like today.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.