How does a Liar sound?

Deceits abound here and there. Why does a person, place or thing need to build on untruth about another or spread a falsehood to build their self-image? It happens all the time. Does one youthfully or carelessly speak up and address the untruths?

To make an untrue statement with intent is meant to deceive. A bold lie creates chaos because there is the truth always echoing its good shadow which blocks the profanity.  

To step back and let the fates do their work is good. Our ancient “Weird Sisters” are wonderful at unspinning lies in time as destiny.

So, whether it is a person, place or thing that moves in the world of the sinister causing clouds of chaos ~so be it. The noun knows it libels and many times others see this too. In time the truth will prevail in this world or comfortably in a single person’s rewarded soul.

I am addressing a little trouble of a few untruths I have found. I am going to do a random pick from a book. Which means, I go to a book address the issue to the book and then open to a page and see what it says? The first true paragoge that beholds my soul.

A paragraph from one of the Black Books by CG Jung will guide my focus.  

I learned this synchronicity technique from Francis of Assisi. One year I visited the Poor Clare’s and adjoining Franciscan Brothers back on one of my journeys on the east coast New York around 1990. I am not sure I learned it from them. Maybe I was inspired from a biography about Francis of Assisi.

I do not shy away from the holy, sacred, or any Promethean fire so here goes.

Book 3 from CG Jung The Black Books

December 30, 1913 – January 14, 1914

Izd. Surprised. Who are these misshapen ones, are these your comrades?

These are not men, they are (72/73) relics of the past which one occasionally encounters. They used to be very important, they’re now used mostly as shepherds.

Izd. (“) What a wonderous country!”

Over there I see a town. I had better avoid it. There could be a crowd gathering.  

Izd. Don’t you want to go to this town?  

No, the enlightened live there. They’re actually dangerous, since they cook the strongest poisons from which even we must protect ourselves. But you need not worry, night has almost fallen and no one will see us. I know a remote farmhouse here. I have close friends there who will take us in for the night.

Pg. 129. (v.3)

Chaos’s beam of light too!

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Random book day again is Sunday, but we know that Blue moon has spread her chaos on our life like mayonnaise on a crisp piece of toast. Crunchy and delicious….choke, choke cough; need some hot coffee to get it down. Ya you know what I’m talkin’ bout !! So today I whirled around the living room just like chaos.:Round and round-up and down… then out reached the green sword of mantis. The book David Macaulay’s The Way Things Work is the book I will read from today. A gift to my kids from my mom. She loved fiddling with things and fixed all things around her home. Even after her death, in my dreams, she is focused like a microscope on things. All we can do is make a deep exhale and raise out eyebrows. It all be good.

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“An optical microscope gives a highly enlarged view of an object that is invisible to the unaided eye. The microscope works in the same way as a refracting telescope, but the object or specimen is very close to the object lenses instead of being distant. The objective lenses form an enlarged real image of the specimen near the eyepiece lenses, and this image is viewed through the eyepiece lenses which further enlarge it. The specimen is illuminated by a beam of light reflected from a mirror and concentrated by condenser lenses.”

Random Book Day By Hudley
Random Book Day By Hudley

Random Book Pick day…is our Sun’s day, Jokers talk !!

“Believe it or not, authenticity wins out over popularity in the end.” ~ Unknown

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From A collection of symbols found when nature and man-made things merge. Hudley Flipside

“At length, sick with longing for those glittering sunset streets and cryptical hill lanes among ancient tiled roofs, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from his mind, Carter resolved to go with bold entreaty whither no man had gone before, and dare the icy deserts through the dark to where unknown Kadath, veiled in cloud and crowned with unimagined stars, holds secret and nocturnal the onyx castle of the Great Ones.” Pg. 165 Par. 2

~ The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H.P. Lovecraft

I never imagined bringing H.P. Lovecraft and Elvis Costello together. Maybe it is because they both represent something lost in my life, such as the wild nature of randomness or the trek it took to find something new. Ones creative spark of unknown possibilities ? It was like galloping the hills of unknown mountains, or driving to new clubs to find ground breaking music. Only needing a loose possibility of familiar faces.

Random Book Day By Hudley