Thursday, March 26, 2020

Alive and Deadly

HIV has not gone away. This virus is still very much alive and is just as deadly. According to descovyhcp.com, "An estimated 40,000 new infections will be diagnosed this year in the United States (US)2.

Approximately 1.1 million individuals are at risk of sexually acquired HIV." You can view the entire article at descovyhcp.

According to unaids.org, "In 2018, around 770 000 [570 000–1.1 million] people died from AIDS-related illnesses worldwide, compared to 1.7 million [1.3 million–2.4 million] in 2004 and 1.2 million [860 000–1.6 million] in 2010." Young women aged 15–24 years are twice as likely to be living with HIV than men" also, tuberculosis remains the leading cause of death among people living with HIV, accounting for around one in three AIDS-related deaths. You can read the entire report at unaids.org.

So, what do these statistics mean to me, and what do they mean to you? These statistics show a life destroyer is still lurking and will take advantage of our lack of discretion. The psychological effects of living with HIV can cause a person to lose interest in life and compassion for others. Despite the use of antiretroviral therapy living with HIV can give you a feeling of helplessness. You want so much to say something to her, you want so much to say something to him, but your illness prevents it.

HIV has not gone away. It still kills. Only, quietly now like so many other diseases moved from the media spotlight. Protect yourself and others. Respect yourself and others. Be mindful that you are the world, and all its peoples are within you, so love them by not deliberately harming them.

Become a member of the Bestowing-life family Hiveaid.org, and Hiveaids.net

Also be sure to visit Radiance In Reading, luciditybooks.shopping, and DreamShare.

Willful Sickness

How sick do some elements want to be? When they see a black panther before their eyes, nevertheless, they willfully perceive it as being a white pig. To what extent are some willing to lie to themselves? Their vision of the Universe is only a product of their mind. Their reality is only an illusion that they have erroneously produced which gives them a false sense of superiority over human beings.

How sick do some elements want to be? Why should human beings care if the counterfeits of the natural choice are to live in a lie? A torrent of lies that they have created, which are systematically falling apart at the seams, and there is nothing that they can do to prevent it from colliding with facts and reality.

Genetic anomalies have brought nothing but conflicts and sorrows to the Earth and all it’s many life forms. Not being satisfied with ruining the Earth, they reach for the Stars to spoil them as well. Biological deviants have transformed the Earth into a cemetery populated by the animated dead because there is no transcendent life within them, so they want to kill human beings who do have life within themselves.

I saw the diadem of perfectly harmonious impeccable order atop Dark Radiance head with the points of departures and the points of beginnings being the foundations for her feet. The pneuma emanating from Flawless Brilliance's golden-brown eyes melted away the light into a bountiful blackness that shines brighter than the mortal mind can conceive.

How sick do some human beings want to be as they happily wallow within the warped paradigm of the unnatural that would be extinct at this point had they not broken out of their ice cage and attached themselves to human beings?

Why have human beings allowed their honor and self-respect to be taken away from them by beasts? Why does a human being look up to a quirk of nature to give them what genetic flukes have strategically taken away from them? Why does a human being covet praise from biological degenerates that have no concept of what true praise is?

Even more, why does a human being find acceptance in the smile on a bastard of nature face that is tactfully concealing the contempt, scorn, and laughter that they have for them? With human beings, all the while inwardly knowing that a lie disguises itself in many forms, and then discreetly presented to them as if it is the truth.

You can never be yourself while disguising yourself to be like someone else. You have placed your unique nature at the disposal of someone else's discretion. You have willingly made an inconsequential issue and an insignificant joke of yourself before the eyes of the peoples of the world.

So, how sick do you want to be, human being? When will you stand firm and deliver yourself from yourself? Only you can do this for yourself by renewing one contaminated brain cell at a time until the clarity of your thinking of yourself, becomes a reality of your creation, and not the distorted persona of you contrived by a sub-human being.

I saw the apex of love and joy on "Dynamic’s" head having the steadfastness of the Queen of the harmonious universe supporting his feet. The pneuma emanating from "Dark Vigorous" dazzling brown eyes merged with "Unimaginable Softness's" unsoiled blackness instantly transforming the voluntary dead into self-thinking, innovating, self-motivating, fast-moving energies of boundless light-filled clarity.

The authentic is the song of her voice which the Universe in which we inhabit is only a phantasm. A human being that has not diluted themselves wholeheartedly within the psychopathology of the masqueraders is living within the musical resonance of perfect blackness and therefore is authentic by nature.

In Dark Resonance, there is every reason to feel lifted and exalted beyond the eternal spheres, because the eternal realms are transparent within, and glimmering from impeccable blackness soft buoyant brown eyes.

Become a member of the Bestowing-life family Hiveaid.org, and Hiveaids.net

Also be sure to visit Radiance In Reading, luciditybooks.shopping, and DreamShare.

Monday, February 17, 2020

What I Am Told

What I am told. But what I am told is built on a canvas of lies. So, what should I believe when my belief is shaped by what I am told? What I am told, and I say that that is so even when what I am told is not possible for me to know. Believing in the scarcely credible is giving yourself false confidence, and the unlikely to be true is what I am told that I should know. I open my heart and empty my mind so that what cannot be verified I can accept without the handicap of a questioning mind. What I am told is what I do not need to know if it is not realistic, or does not make sense, and is not uplifting and enlightening. So, what am I to believe when what I am told is designed to make a fool of me? Empty is the head that has a mind that refuses to think for itself. Where any and everything can be dumped into a hallow shell and find comfort within it. It is not about the truth; it is about what I am told; which, is its own unreal reality. What I am told goes into one nostril and comes out of my behind. Yet what I am told is the foundation of my beliefs. A fantasy foundation that crumbles under scrutiny and falls apart in the slightest breeze. What I am told is impossible to know without having the faith to believe that it is so, and faith without knowledge is like a shadow that appears without any light to produce it. So, what I am told I believe by faith without proof or knowledge. I feel the warmth of life when I am in her arms. She is strong. She is beautiful. I do not need faith to know what I know about her. What I am told has nothing to do with her because I know that she is the woman for me. The empty head is filled by her presence, and all my questions are answered by her touch. I know this without being told when I look into the smile for me that is in her eyes. What I am not being told, I know for sure. That her dark brown skin makes my dark brown skin tingle. That yes and no means yes and no. That the reality of she and I are the reality of nature as it is meant to be. What I am told is that I should live in an illusionary world of shadows and that I should make this fantasy my reality. What I am told is that I should adjust my life to conform to someone else's standards and not even try to create quality standards of my own. This is what I am told, and to what I am told, I say no. But what am I except a breath away from death? That my thoughts and feelings are like falling leaves that have no place to rest. One moment is all moments, this I know to be so without being told as I hear and feel the fragility of my heart beating. My path is defined by her outstretched hands beckoning me to her. In my mind, I have no mind that is apart from hers. That which I tell myself is all that I need to know about her, and what I know is good for me. Darkness is the path to perfect blackness, and perfect blackness is the cosmos singing in harmony. I live. I die. I die. I live. As one is the same as the other. And so I kiss her hands, and I kiss her feet because what I am told cannot compare to this.

DreamMeta.life

DreamMeta.life is a simple platform where people can share their dreams by using the chat room and/or the message board. DreamMeta.life intends to form personal bonds by sharing. There is no software to download, and no software is being advertised. DreamMeta is associated with www.luciditybooks.com and the Bestowing-Life Family (www.hiveaid.org, and www.hiveaids.net). DreamMeta is for entertainment purposes only. www.dreammeta.life is a free site.

Friday, October 5, 2018

Holidays Away – Shopping At Its Best


Spoon feed your holiday shopping cart with intriguing nonfiction books and superior products fashioned by first-class merchants just for you. Don’t settle for anything but the very best. Visit Luciditybooks.com and have your fondest wishes fulfilled for less.

Friday, September 28, 2018

How Much Of What?

How much is being physically and mentally healthy and feeling good about yourself worth to you? Do you measure your wellbeing and peace of mind in monetary values? If you do, so well for you as everyone must find their own path in this portal called life.

The path of life that I try to travel is to embrace. I have chosen to embrace minding my own business. I have determined to curtail negative thoughts about myself and about others as soon as they materialize and not allowing them the fester and take root.

For many years I felt that I would not live to be thirty years of age. I have done so, and what does it mean? Would it not have been better if I had never been born than to live for a moment, grow old and ugly, and then die?

Several times during my life death has approached me and turned to the side. Is it possible that even death does not consider me as being worthy of it? As death does not have the same cares and concerns as the living, I do not believe that worthiness is the reason why it has shunned me thus far.

How much is feeling good about yourself worth? Is it worth doing harm to other people, harming other life forms, or devastating the environment in which we live? I took her by the hand and kissed it tenderly at which she warmly smiled at me. So, what is to be made of her response? Perchance romance will be the byproduct of her reaction to my kiss.

The wind has blown, and the storm will come. Suddenly in a clear azure-sky particle matter will be consumed at the speed of thought, and that which exists will no longer be.

How much is your feeling of wholesomeness worth? The melancholy has dejected the downcast, and the wretched has a smile on his or her face. And none of these temperaments are well suited for those of us that have decided to own positive personality traits.

My thoughts and desires are of her, yet I cannot find her. I have looked over here, and I have looked over there, but she is still but a dream to me. What does it take to help you to feel whole and complete? Is it this, or is it that?

The shadows have engulfed me. I am not young anymore. My thoughts are not for me but of my younger ones that are coming behind me. What can, and should I do for them? I have wasted my life on my life. Is this what I should tell them?

I will keep my mouth closed as I am the least of all to be giving anyone a suggestion. Paradise cannot find a more perfect place to exist other than within the confines of her dark complexion. Within those other dimensions of here and beyond, I hold her very close and very tenderly.

How much?

Take a Look at: luciditybooks.com, hiveaid.org, hiveaids.net, and DreamMeta.life

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Just To Have Someone To Talk With

Just to have someone to talk with. One of the first steps towards healing is the knowledge that you are not alone. I know that this sounds like a cliché, and it is, but in many cases, it works. Especially if you and whomsoever have the same empathy. In my case, for example, I know that there are millions of people infected with the virus that I am infected with. Does this knowledge help me to sleep restfully? No, it does not. Does the awareness of millions of lives in turbulence cause me to feel better about my condition? No. Being jostled on every side by the crush of the millions and at the same time feeling all alone is not a definition of completeness. Who will talk to me because I become even more depressed when I talk to myself. Do the annoying little flying bugs that land upon me and bite me understand anything at all about me? Can these bugs appreciate how much they torment me? Do they have empathy for the uncomfortable predicament that they place me in? I joined a group of people, but I am not of this group of people because I do nothing within this group of people. My mind is with them, but my behavior is absent-minded. I signed up to be a member of this group of people and then promptly faded away into the murky recess of my self-assigned cubbyhole. The silent cannot be heard, and the mute cannot be applauded. Participate, become interactive, throw your thoughts out to be considered. No one is asking you of anything except yourself. Your involvement is important. Your input may be the incentive that changes a person’s life. She looked at me, and I looked back at her. Now what? Let no one be able to say that a Duck-billed platypus has outdone me. I will be an active participant in this group because I joined this group of people of my own volition. Now, what group of people am I referring to? Those enchanting group of people of the Bestowing Life family (Hiveaid.org and Hiveaids.net), and those adorable people that want to understand their night dreams by sharing them with one another at DreamMeta.life of course. Just to have someone to talk with. The purpose of these websites is to allow people to bond and communicate. Use them and enjoy them.