I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normal is not shared by many of my peers.
I noticed in the witching hours this night that the ReRun show of CoastToCoast only repeats the first hour, over and over again, instead of playing the whole show. This is a big shift in my world. I am organically asleep for the first run, and I usually catch it in the middle of the night on the repeat run. I am guessing this means that I will have to either sign up for the pay feed, or miss it. The march of the almighty dollar moves ever forward.
I am practicing Time as Art. The time I previously filled by listening to CoastToCoast has long been a part of my daily routine. But in the shifting sands of time, I see that changing.
It inspired me to imagine myself taking on the late night radio slot and putting out my own brand of late night chatter for the dozing public of Santa Cruz listening to KSCO. It’s a three hour slot, and I’m not always awake for all of it, so I thought I could take the 3-5 window and speak of poetry, history, art, imagination, and the local cultural creatives. I imagined that Allan could host the first hour from 2 until 3 as Dr Future, and he could do a regular update on his TwitVids of the day for a unique taste of Bay Area life. And I would host a blogging class, or a chat with a friend about love and life, perhaps act or read creative writing, or twitter a trip around the web.
What got me to my blog here and now was an insight about manifestation. A thought is a crystal of light that radiates out and attacts more energy. The more the thought is charged with attention, the more it attracts energy and grows.
About the times ahead. Like a comfy robe or a dress for the Academy Awards, I see God wearing time as a garment. I see myself and all humans looking out from our eyes and seeing what God is wearing.
TimeIsArt 