I want to hold your hand.

Chiromancy, palmistry, hand-reading, hand analysis, chirology.  For centuries the features of the hands have fascinated scholars, sages, theologians, doctors and laymen alike.  

I have a slight fetish for beautiful hands. Yes. Did you know that both Aristotle and Julius Caesar were both hand/palm readers?  The church condemned the practice of chiromancy and palmists were persecutes as Witches had been, the Bible sanctioned handreading as well. 

One of the first things I notice about people when meeting is their hands. If your hands suck, lacking proper hygiene then trifling hands be gone!

Body language using ones hands is incredibly important. Sharing your hands with another, pawing as it were is sacred.  Everything you do is mostly with your hands, lets not even get into energy transference (that is an entirely different blog.)

"Hands have 27 bones and are a very expressive part of our anatomy. The give us enormous capability as an evolved species in how we handle our environment."
"Reading palms is not just about the lines on your hand. After the face, hands probably the richest source of body language."
"High levels of testosterone in the womb lead to a longer ring finger. Testosterone is also related to other masculine characteristics, including strength and aggression, spatial and musical ability."


Gypsies maintained that a true Werewolf would have 2 longer ring fingers than the rest of his/her phalanges. Vampires often with pale shapely but slender fingers.


My left hand.

Hate to love.

Pheromones, romantic illusions and transcendence.
There is some scientific equation for love. The equation or formula is still not completely understood however its partially visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile and neurochemical.
Aparently 11 known animal species mate for life as opposed to ratio of humans that do... I do not have a number for that one (sorry).
Using magnetic resonance imaging to see how love affects the brain, they came up with his ludicrous 'result':
"The time taken to "fall in love" clocks in at about one-fifth of a second, not the six months of romantic dinners and sharing secrets some might expect." 
Call me love sick or love less because it takes me at least 15 seconds to determine whether or not I want to talk to someone never mind like them.

We also have human creatures that confuse love with obsession or fixation and these individuals may suffer from OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Ever hear of "erotomania" in which the sufferer has delusions that they have a relationship with another person, that the other person knows about? I wonder how long it takes a person to fall in love with a person that doesn't love them back! How GRIM.


People seek, find, fall in love for different reasons, hell we even have arranged marriages (not worth blogging about) I do know that I fear the possibility of meeting my 'match' (they call this Soumate) because I cannot fathom meeting another like myself. Have you seen the film Firestarter?! 

Now accepting applications

In constant search of stimulation.
I have always said that "I am mildly interested in everything" and I never like the old saying "Jack of all trades master of none" that is for rogues.  I only do things I feel strongly about no matter the gravitation.  I often wonder how any creative individual pulls their inspiration from seeing as nearly everything has replicated.
They say true art comes from pain, suffering and disparity this may be true however I find myself most enlivened and creative when I am encouraged, given allowance and favored. I would say that (in all things) you must have balance, often the scale will bow in favor in the darkness in lieu of the light so as a Libra I fully appreciate this notion.
I am currently inspired although admittedly need a constant flow of energy to create and remain stimulated.
 


I desire a Muse.

Whats inside

Waiting for a package in the mail is torture. Ill be the first to admit that it takes a lot of energy for me to send mail of any sort.... email is an exception of course.   Sometimes I will go through a little phase of making purchases online every couple weeks so that I can not only receive a prize but have the anticipation of its arrival.
I really do adore receiving mail, particularly boxes, padded envelopes, etc. This love for receiving does not extent to bills and bad news that infiltrates the USPS and tries to ruin my day.
Even when expecting a parcel you generally know exactly what to expect and often have unrealistic expectations of what may be inside in lieu of purchased/expecting item(s). I associate this particular feeling similarly to gazing into the refrigerator longingly waiting for new options to present themselves. Often a complete let down.
I am currently awaiting a parcel ...  inside will be a slice of something familiar and completely mysterious.
I wonder what will be inside. 
Do I have unrealistic expectations of what may be inside?
I do not care... gimmy my mail!

 

Le Phantome dans la Machine

When we are born into this world as human creatures we form a sense of attachment from being carried.
As we are thrusted into the known world we develop attachments/detachments to adapt and move through life best we can.  Regardless of the relationships and lessons we develop we often navigate internally, those who do not follow the pre-programmed internal GPS may wonder. 
We human creatures are mostly composed of tubes, gore and liquids wearing a flesh suit. We are as gross as we are exquisite.  As complex as our organically composed machines may be, we are but simple creatures.
An awesome pulsating energy exists within our machines. The drive, the ador comes from somewhere within no matter the pre-determined direction your set on. 

 

Disconnection begets despondency.  
Desire engenders continuance.

The art of 360 seconds.......

Today is the 1st day of September.
On the 1st of each month I reluctantly scribble down a large number onto a rectangular piece of paper that secures my sanity and drains my bank account.  Amongst my daily do's I had an orientation of a sorts, I learned about the art of watering Bonsai trees as I must look after five of them this month.  I felt my hands clam as my eyes twitched because I know these beloved plants are in my care.
I also forgot about taking baths in lieu of showers. Now THIS is an art. I once loved the ritual and solitude of bathing. This evening, September 1st, I decided to draw a bath in remembrance of all I had learned about Bonsais. This evening I drew a bath while toasting the great Spirits with a glass of  Cotes de Duras. Surely I didn't stop short of lighting candles, even the 'special occasion' bathroom wall sconce pillars (they don't make the right candles to fit these Medieval sons of bitches anymore).......
Moments pass.... basking, my favorite Roussel’s piece-'1928 setting of the Psalm 8' streaming in the background. This is beautiful. Consigned to oblivion.
I realize less than 7 minutes have passed. The water is cooling off far to quickly, I notice the candles while my eyes are closed and my iphone is not fully charged! I just know it!  Has the price of postage stamps gone up sense I last sent out my rent 30 days ago!? I cannot do this.

Bathing situation.

Life after death .... or........

"Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It merely changes in form." Soooo what happens to the energy stored in the human body after death?
Here is a math equation:
Glucose + O2 ----> CO2 + water + energy
(food (breath-in) (breath-out) (sweating) (to work) and stored fat) energy in our body is convertible. The blood contains 90% water which is responsible for the distribution and flow of energy. If the water in blood is dried up, the energy is lost and the body is just a heap of immobile organic matter. The more subtle energies control information stored in the brain could be either deleted or distributed in the form of ideas to other brains that are able to pick them up. So, almost all energies are randomly distributed after death.

Okkkk soooo what if you are cremated.........buried.....resuscitated even, I mean really!?
I survived death once..... one day I will tell my story.