~Entangled~

My coffee grows cold, ice cream melts with my heart, minutes, hours, days pass.
I am there with you but here too, physically. Your mind? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, months pass.

Dreams alive every sleep, nights, lights, years pass.
I am there with you but inside too, emotionally. Your kiss? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, decades pass.

My coffee grows cold, snow melts with my touch, time, need, eons pass.
I am there with you but here too, mentally. Your desire? Mine? Connected, entrenched, entangled, forevers pass.
~Jazzi~

~Inside Out~

I write well about you because I know you. I have to climb inside your skin and feel what you feel, see what you see and at the same time I stand next to you taking in your presence. Its how I love you…from the inside out and the outside in. That’s how I love you…that’s how I write well about you. ~Jazzi ~

~If The Only Way I Had To Write~

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would still write about you with a stick in the dirt.

If the only way I had to write about you was then gone, I would take my own blood and write it on the wall.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away.

If I had no paper, no pencil or pen, I would write about you with one chewed up fingernail scratched into my chest.

If the only way I had to write about you was then gone, I’d write the words with my tears in mud at my feet.

You live inside my soul and I have to let you out some way, this way won’t kill me at least not right away. ~Jazzi~

Mommy Dearest: Portable Consciousness and the Near Death Experience

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“Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the consciousness of necessity” – Karl Marx

drowning This would be a good time to project my consciousness…

I prefer not to think of myself a lightly-electrified bag of bones, wandering around bumping into things and exaggerating my own importance.  Perhaps this is just conceit or unjustified optimism, but I’ve managed to survive over four decades gainfully employed, without preternatural abduction, diabolical possession, or being eaten by a sabretooth tiger, so good on me.  And the occasional existential thought flickers across my gray matter and I jot it down on paper, so heck, there must be something to this whole consciousness thing that merits consideration.  “I think, therefore I criticize”, which is how Descartes would have phrased it if 24-hour cable news existed in his era.

The most pertinent question that nags at us is what happens after we die.  We’re so…

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Terminal Lucidity Reveals Mysteries about Consciousness

The Search For Life After Death

The ‘glow before they go’. ‘The calm before the storm’. ‘The last hurrah’.  These are colloquial phrases used by hospice nurses who have all witnessed the same inexplicable phenomenon: patients with severe terminal illnesses such as Alzheimer’s, dementia, schizophrenia, cancer; even patients in comas, who suddenly sit up in bed and begin speaking clearly and lucidly to shocked family members. Patients will often laugh and joke, share memories and speak with family and friends, often with complete knowledge of their surroundings and circumstances. In some cases, a patient has displayed this incredible lucidity even if neurologically disabled from birth. The reversal is so sudden and profound that families often think a miracle cure is returning their loved one to health, but the nurses know better. In just minutes to hours, the patient will make their final transition and pass into death.

On the AllNurses forum, hospice nurses report this…

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