MKMMA – WEEK 18 – YOU’VE GOT A MONKEY. IS THAT WHY YOU KEEP COMING BACK?

Two triumphant toddlers!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Imagine that, and you’ve got the start of a fable. The kind of story told in olden times at a large Christmas table. Heroes there were 3, and guess what…one of them is me. Fawn and Stevo round out this galant MM trio. Together we are “tipping point, ” the name you’ve come to know. Off to save this world you see to the best of our combined ability; in the beginning so very slow. Yet, faster and faster as we went, we chipped away the Earth’s cement. To expose with the final peel the finest gold we’d ever seen! As does the part reveal the whole, such did the whole reveal the part; can you guess what this might mean? It meant far more than words can say I — so go, I must, and ask, may I?

Almost more man than monkey,

because  his face reflected wisdom!

MY MKMMA WEEK 17HJ POST INCLUDED THE FOLLOWING:

Simply email any of the five Rovers (contact information is listed below), and/or your personal guide, giving us your word you will publish a blog every week (heck, I think there are only 8 weeks left to go), and guess what? Your request won’t be denied, All the weeks you’ve missed forgiven absolutely, we promise, quite resolutely!, Next thing you know, back on the blog roll you will go!

 

CARYN KEHRLY – connectwithce@gmail.com

JULIA STANDISH — Agelocmt@gmail.com

PAUL ZADEL — Mke.paulz@gmail.com

LOREN TAYLOR — LT@tvpnc.org

LORELEI DANN — lorelei.sunshine@icloud.com

The post that follows was published around this time last year. This blast from the past continues to show up and stick around like a souvenir.

As you may recall, in Chapter 5, Craignito and Buc discussed the longest title in WordPress recorded history:

“MKMMA WEEK 17 — VOTL — CHAPTER 5 – MKMMA MASTER KEY, CRAIGNITO, AND BUC EACH CONSUME A ROUND RED PILL AND A BLUE RECTANGULAR CAPSULE (both are pills really , but only the blue pill has obviously been filled with something, thus making it a capsule; and yes, the red pill could have been any shape, including rectangular, square, or triangular) SAY, “WHAT THE HECK” AND GOBBLE DOWN A YELLOW AND A GREEN PILL FOR GOOD MEASURE (the shape of which remains to be seen) BEFORE HURLING THEMSELVES (that’s the less accurate way of saying that both were actually pretending to be Keanu Reeves in the Matrix, and, like him, they didn’t make it either) INTO THE RABBIT HOLE WHERE THE 100TH MONKEY IS WAITING THEIR ARRIVAL WITH A HUGE, SUMPTIOUS, SUNDAY FEAST (although it’s really Thursday, please, feel right at home no matter what day it is. I choose Sunday for a reason to be explained later, and to let you know, as did Sally, Meg Ryan, in When Harry Met Sally, what happened to the Sunday underpants.”

…and our story continues

Though some might describe the space as somewhat cramped, it was, nonetheless, big enough for a very, very long table made of well-polished, mahogany and oak. Running down the center of this table — end-to-end — sat 10 convention-size, evenly-spaced, lead-crystall punch-bowls. A small mountain of the finest, perfectly-ripened, Ecuadorian bananas filled each bowl . Viewed from above, these banana-laden circular objects looked like yellow air-strip landing lights (for that’s precisely what Craignito and Buc thought they were, drawing closer, as they made their rapid, free-fall descent). You see, some 15-20 minutes had passed – for that’s how long it seemed – since our courageous duo had taken their leap of faith that fell just short enough to really test that faith. It had resulted in what was turning out to be the longest ride of their lives – a ride down the rabbit hole.

Just prior to making what would turn out to be a remarkably soft landing, each of the aforementioned bowls underwent another miraculous, perceptual transformation. You see, sprinkled about the huge banana bowls were numerous much smaller bowls – each of these, also, filled to the top — with unshelled peanuts, walnuts, hazel nuts, pecans, and the monkey’s favorite, Macadamia nuts – and it was these bowls that, when viewed from afar, appeared to be planets orbiting through the heavens around 10 yellow suns. Indeed, each landing light had grown to take on a sun-like appearance that, when accompanied by the planetary entourage just noted, turned it into a solar system very similar to our own.

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Mr. 100: (leaning back casually in “his” custom-built rattan, an ear-to-ear, Cheshire smile, quite unexpected as it beamed brightly amidst his otherwise ape-like, primitive features – as were the glint of two metal teeth – one silver, one gold — flashing — as they occasionally did in the natural light being funneled down from way, way above — when speaking mostly – for this monkey had a fondness for that — advertising that this was no ordinary monkey – advertising that this monkey was, indeed, one of a kind – unique in many non-monkey ways)

Mr. 100: “And to what do I owe the honor and the pleasure of this wonderful surprise visit, Craignito and Subucon — AKA Buc?”

Buc: (not sharing Craignito’s surprise in being addressed by his first name, Subucon answers in reply)“I was thinking it only fitting to make our first stop in our holey descent, your luxurious domicile, Mr. 100, sir.”

Mr. 100: (knowing full well, without asking, that there was more to this “why” than just to say “Hi” that brought these two visitors from above – from the land of illusions. You see, word travels fast, especially under-ground; besides, there was really only one reason that anyone ever came here; besides – and this was a reason most significant — Mr. 100 knew, because he just knew. Nevertheless, Mr. 100 didn’t want to seem overly presumptuous and, so, played along) “Oh, why is that, Con, I mean, Buc, my man?”

Buc: “Craignito here, has never heard the story; so, I thought it might be good if he heard it from the horse’s…excuse me, monkey’s mouth, so to speak.

Mr. 100: “Short version, or long?”

Buc: “Short, but, please, include everything you, alone, are privy. You know — all the stuff that cannot be found in the current literature.”

(Thinking Craignito could use some back-round info to help him make more of the monkey’s message, Sub turns to the Craiger and continues) 

“In the 1980’s, when the mass-produced novella, The 100th Monkey first appeared, the threat of nuclear holocaust, including the fear associated with it, was in the back of every ones’ mind. The reason Ken Keyes wrote this book was to help reduce the threat imposed by the possibility of nuclear war by decreasing all the negative thinking – fear mostly – being generated by this issue. In other words, if enough people thought strongly enough about such a war, that war would surely happen. To this day, there is ongoing debate regarding how influential was Mr. Keyes’ Book – since this war never happened – and, also, how much of Ken’s book is factual vs. how much is pure fiction.  Are you ready now to hear what our friend has to say? ”

Craignito: (Having gone beyond the shock of hearing his first name coming out of the mouth of a total stranger, Craignito was now dealing with the bigger question: how a monkey, or any animal for that matter, could be conversing in the King’s English – and so proficiently, too – that he barely managed to nod his head to indicate) “Go ahead.”

Mr. 100: “I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was sitting in the sand playing with my friends – Tree Jumper, Poop Shoot, Banana Hands… and, at the same time, watching my mom pick up one of the sweet potatoes that the kind scientists, who also lived on Koshima Island the same as we did, made a habit of leaving on the beach for us to eat. As mom was just about to take a big “sandy” bite, I yelled out: ‘Mom! Mom! Stop!’ Without saying another word, I rushed over, grabbed her potato, washed the sand off in the sea water nearby, then handed it back. When she bit into it something magical happened. I’m not sure if it was because some of my friends’ moms had seen what I had done, or what, but from that day forward, none of us monkeys – young, old, or in between – would ever bite into a sweet potato again — without washing the sand off first.”

Craignito: “Really?”             

Mr. 100: “Yep. And when I say ‘none,’ I mean ‘NONE,’ because from what all the reports indicate, as soon as my mom’s teeth sunk in, all the monkeys that were the same species as me, my mom, and my friends, ‘Japanese macaques,’ started washing their taters, too — including those living on islands far away.”

Craignito: “That’s amazing!”

Mr. 100: “Yep. And what’s even more amazing is what happened next.

Craignito: “What could be more amazing than that?”

Mr. 100: “The scientists told Watson, Watson told Ken Keyes, and Ken Keyes told the world…or, at least, enough of it that the nuclear holocaust that would have occurred had he remained silent, didn’t. We monkeys proved that thought energy connects us all, and if enough of that energy is composed of the same thought, the conditions being thought about will occur. We, actually, I knew this immediately. It was intuitively obvious.”

Craignito: “Wow! It doesn’t seem that obvious to me, 100. How can you be so sure?”

Mr. 100: “Instinct. Ever notice whenever there is some impending natural disaster — volcanoes, especially — all the animals begin to suddenly high-tail it out of there — way before there is any apparent warning? That’s instinct. Part of what Mother Nature provides her less mentally endowed creatures to help insure survival of the species. As you probably know some insects — aphids, for instance – in times of dire emergency, are even able to sprout wings and fly. If we have been given that kind of metamorphosis-like ability by Mother Nature, do you think she would forget to provide the same level of instinctual knowing when having to live alongside her most unpredictable creature creation, human beings? Hell, no! As it turns out, there were a couple of deranged dingbats in power at the time, each of whom had access to the button, and would have zapped us all, long ago.”

Craignito: “Wow! That’s incredible! Your instinct told you all of that?”

Mr. 100: “Well, not exactly. I do like to consider all the evidence – the factual basis of things – to help confirm what my instincts are telling me. For instance, the number 100 isn’t exactly how many of us there were when ‘The Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon’ occurred that fine sunny day. Heck! There weren’t 100 monkeys living on Koshima at the time…and, as you now know, it wasn’t me, but my mom, who was the real ‘Hundredth Monkey.’ Those are the facts. It wasn’t the 100 designation that made this number special, obviously, since it had to be something smaller; or, perhaps, something larger. No reason why our special configuration was significant. It was special because it was the number needed to go beyond the ‘tipping point’. Paper won’t burn until it reaches a temperature of 451 degrees Fahrenheit – then it burns by itself spontaneously. As for my mom, she wanted me to get the credit. My mom, God rest her soul, was like most moms when it comes to that sort of thing…plus, this way, she didn’t need to explain. Any monkey parent who learns, instead of teaches, his or her kids something major, soon becomes a laughingstock throughout the monkey realm. In fact, I don’t recall that ever happening before. If the truth had leaked out, to this day, my mom would still be a source of laughter and ridicule in and on monkey bars everywhere.

Craignito: “Wow!”

Mr. 100: “And, I’ve got to tell you, there were a few of your kind – primarily those with lots of money and power, who had built specially equipped bunkers hidden deep underground that were none too happy about the peaceful turn of events.”

Craignito: “Really?”

Mr. 100: “They even hired some goon reporter, who did his best to discredit Watson. Take a look at this.” (100 pulls out an old, wrinkled article and hands it to Craignito. It was taken from something called ‘The Skeptical Inquirer.’ One paragraph, in particular, caught his eye, since 100 had obviously gone out of his way to high-light and underline the parts he found particularly offensive): ‘When the “hundredth” monkey learned to wash potatoes, suddenly and spontaneously and mysteriously monkeys on other islands, with no physical contact with the potato-washing cult, started washing potatoes! Was this monkey telepathy at work or just monkey business on Watson’s part?’ The article then shifts to focus on the person that many consider to be a Saint, because of his many glorious contributions to the enlightened thinking characterizing the New Age movement, Ken Keyes, Jr.: ‘From Keyes, one gets the image of spontaneous mass orgies of spud-dunking.”

Craignito: “Fascinating, 100. ‘potato-washing cult’ — when it comes to bashing, you just gotta know the media will turn to their signature ‘c-word’, sooner or later. And ‘spud-dunking.’ Isn’t there a franchise called ‘Spud Dunkers’ that specializes in potato doughnuts?”

Mr. 100: “Sure is, and guess what?”

Craignito: “What?”

Mr. 100: “I’m not sure if the entrepreneurs that created ‘Spud Dunkers’ read this particular article, or not, but they sure as hell turned it around in our favor, if they did…and their favor, too, of course. They’ve become quite successful, haven’t they? As it turns out, potato doughnuts, especially those made from sweet potatoes, are much healthier than those made from wheat. ‘It’s the ‘slam dunk’ providing the Spud Dunker edge.’ Surely you’ve heard that? The overall health of entire police departments is improving significantly by simply substituting the spud for the dud…or is it ‘crud?’ In fact, there’s one ‘Spud’ that opened up out Vancouver way that will occasionally draw in Mounties from as far away as the next Province over.”

Craignito: “Fascinating, 100!”

Mr. 100: “Just saw a recent ad. ‘Bad guys got you down? Join our spud-dunking cult, and together we’ll throw the bastards out of town!’

Craignito: “Nice!”

Mr. 100: “So, in bringing this short story to a close: with disaster having been averted, and people slowly waking up to realize that it was the banksters and the politicians – the so-called ruling class – who were really the parasitical, life-sucking scourge of humanity, these leeches, being the vindictive lot they are, having failed miserably with those they love to feed on the most, decided to focus their wrath on us. First, they tried stirring the pot with all those silly Planet of the Apes films. Then, once we knew they were headed our way, and out to hunt us down, one-by-one, we had no other option than to form an alliance with Peter and go underground.”

Craignito: “Peter?”

Mr. 100: “Peter Rabbit. Surely, you’ve heard of him?”

Craignito: “Yeah, but…”

Buc: “Hey, Craigo, what say we not take undue advantage of Mr. 100’s fine hospitality any longer and over-stay our welcome. Just in case you haven’t noticed, Craigisti, there’s a lot of hungry monkeys beginning to fidget, and, I swear, the majority of them have their eyes glued to the top your head. With that crew-cut of yours, you know, it really could pass for a giant sweet potato of sorts.”

Mr. 100: “Don’t be ridiculous, Buc, they are just interested in what your buddy has to say. You’re both more than welcome to join us for our Sunday feast…and stay the night.”

Buc: “As much as we do appreciate the offer, my friend, we really must be going. The green goblins and yellow hornets we popped into our gullets are gearing up and getting ready to kick in, and we definitely want to be where we need to be before that happens…and from the way Craignito’s hair is standing up on end at attention right now, I’d say that could already be happening.”

Having said their goodbyes, both members of our stalwart crew looked back in unison; just in time to see both of 100’s hairy upper extremities being raised skyward. When they came down with a resounding thud on the table top, total pandemonium broke loose. Apparently, these monkeys loved to play “banana grab.” Two, three, and sometimes four monkeys all grabbing the same banana at the same time, just to see who could hold on the longest. Well, monkeys never let go of their bananas. White globs of banana squirting everywhere, monkey heads bobbing up and down, sideways left and right, as they attempted to catch the speedy goo with their mouths, as some dogs attempt to do with flying Frisbees. What a mess!

Craignito: “Buc, how much of what 100 told us was actually true? I thought it all was, until he got to the ‘Peter Rabbit’ part.”

Buc: “What do you mean? You don’t believe in Peter Rabbit, Mr. Skeptical Inquirer?”

(Not knowing how serious Buc was, Craignito just stood there looking perplexed. Actually, he, along with Buc, might have appeared to be standing, but now Buc’s long locks flowing upward in the breeze of apparent wind was a dead give-a-way that they had resumed their downward journey, and had already reached terminal velocity. Although the Craigster was mightily relieved that his “sweet potato” head was still in one piece and now at a safe ‘far-from-dinner’ distance, he couldn’t help but wonder what was the point of it all?) 

Craignito: “Buc…”

(noticing the demeanor of his friends face, Buc knew he must speak up now – before the goblins laughing in one ear, and the hornets buzzing in the other got too loud – to put Craignito’s mind at ease). 

Buc: “Remember, Craignito, the Peter Rabbit part was all for us. 100 only told you exactly what you needed to hear. The point was never how much truth was in his story, but how much truth his story was about. Consider Peter to be what was needed to separate and thus make more obvious what was most important for us to hear. Call it intuition, call it monkey telepathy, call it logical scientific investigation, call it the Hundredth Monkey’s business to use his — or is it her — unique gift to peer into the future. It will make more sense soon. I promise.”

With that, Buc lifted his gaze upward. Craignito followed his lead. Both of them could have sworn they were able to see the crescent-shaped moon, or was it 100’s knowing grin, fading into the distance. It must have reminded them of something, because they both got an instant craving for Campfire Girl chocolate mint cookies.

This entry was posted in Master Key and tagged Each day I greet with love in my heart!MKMMA MASTER KEYCRAIGNITOTHE GREATEST SALESMANOg MandinoThe 100th MonkeyThe Hundredth MonkeySubucon on January 26, 2015 by Loren.

or was it 100’s knowing grin,

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Jordan sings, Leonid paints.

Monkeys are seldom seen in this neck of the woods!

 

MKMMA – WEEK 17HJ – ARE YOU A COSMIC COMEBACK KID?

 

It was just another day in winter along the Eastern Ridge. The trees barren of all foliage, looked like triumphant warriors with their stick-like trunks reflected in the icy-cold stream nearby; and branches appeared as arms reaching upward towards the sky.

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Imagine that, and you’ve got the start of a fable. The kind of story told in olden times at a large Christmas table. Heroes there were 3, and guess what…one of them is me. Fawn and Stevo round out this galant MM trio. Together we are “tipping point, ” the name you’ve come to know. Off to save this world you see to the best of our combined ability; in the beginning so very slow. Yet, faster and faster as we went, we chipped away the Earth’s cement. To expose with the final peel the finest gold we’d ever seen! As does the part reveal the whole, such did the whole reveal the part; can you guess what this might mean? It meant far more than words can say I — so go, I must, and ask, may I?

The rain turned the walkway into a world filled with prismatic color.

MY MKMMA WEEK 17 POST ENDED LIKE THIS:

Salvation in the situation is surely to be found in the world within. Generally, that’s the place all of us should begin. We surely would find, unless we’ve completely lost our mind; something so elementary to understand: when offered, grab that helping hand. Does that still apply, when a hero is our guy? When on the hero’s journey, if you wish to reach the end, one thing that is for certain, it helps to have a friend!

Is there anything else we should know, before the hands of time tell us, now is the time to go Did I mention “insider info?”

Dressed in gold, she danced for gold, and did not disappoint!

As pointed out in week 16, the actual deadline is not determined by the setting of a clock. Anyone telling something different, they must be full of crock. it arrives when your post – rather lack of a post – comes into a Rover’s purview. That amounts to an additional day, at least, and often more than two.

Did you know if you are taken off the blogroll, Getting back on may not be as difficult as you think. We, Blog Rovers, want you to know, it’s not too late to tell your tale in blogger’s ink.  It doesn’t matter when you got the boot — recently, or way back in week one, we don’t really give a hoot. If, all of a sudden, you’ve seen the light of day, then begin now without delay, Whatever be your reasons, you somehow lost your way, it’s a Blog Rover promise, they are all quite okay.

Simply email any of the five Rovers (contact information is listed below), and/or your personal guide, giving us your word you will publish a blog every week (heck, I think there are only 8 weeks left to go), and guess what? Your request won’t be denied, All the weeks you’ve missed forgiven absolutely, we promise, quite resolutely!, Next thing you know, back on the blog roll you will go!

Wait, there’s still more. Since “everyone loves a comeback,” we want to hear your tale. Perhaps, you may wish to tell us how you got off the blogging trail; and/or how it felt drifting down the River of Dreams in a canoe without a paddle, or a boat without a sail. Perhaps, how you can hardly wait to get back in the saddle. Or, alas, how it felt to be out of harmony with others in your class.

Knowing as we do, how deep unwelcome thoughts are often hid, means the subconscious mind can affect us without our conscious mind recalling exactly what we did – or didn’t do — as when we quit. This tells the Subby, “I’m a quitter,” – a thought so extremely bitter, the more it happens, it soon becomes belief. Indelibly etched in our subconscious, it’s a limitation that can really cause us grief! This is the reason why, Charles Haanel cautions us to finish everything we start. A concept in  the MKE, we’ve learned to take to heart. Do we really want a self-directed new life, or be satisfied with the same-ol? Be, unsatisfactorily, satisfied with silver that isn’t silver (eg,, silver coins), or go for dreams made of gold?

Take advantage of this opportunity to erase, or, at least, reduce any negative influence, associated with letting MKMMA’s tangible blog requirement go by the wayside.

Write a little, or write a lot, we want to see what you’ve got! Although not a requirement, we want to hear from the person underneath what’s left of your “concrete” veneer! Whether you do or don’t make it the theme of your initial “come back” post, we will tentatively add your name to the freshly created MKMMA  Blog Rovers List called COSMIC COMEBACK KIDS, and eagerly await the opportunity to hoist our cup and toast.

Once you’ve fulfilled your promise, to publish a post every week until the very end (remembering commencement is just around the bend) we all rise to hail how your name has become cosmically permanent, and now stays on our COSMIC COMEBACK KID’S list for good! This also means you get to graduate summa cum laude with the rest of your class, (I know, it’s true, even if you didn’t think you had any class), and also means the opportunity to become a lifetime member, also means the opportunity to train and become a guide – and with our arms open wide, we ask full of pride: “SKIT, SCAT, HOW ABOUT THAT?”

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CARYN KEHRLY – connectwithce@gmail.com

JULIA STANDISH — Agelocmt@gmail.com

PAUL ZADEL — Mke.paulz@gmail.com

LOREN TAYLOR — LT@tvpnc.org

LORELEI DANN — lorelei.sunshine@icloud.com

As they swirled under the umbrella, she raised her right leg at the knee to make a 90° angle with her left.

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Jordan sings like Leonid paints – insane!

The umbrella encapsulated the conversation of the two females walking by.

MKMMA — WEEK 17 – ARE YOU A PEPTIDE PUFFBALL?

 

It was a long sail before us, heading out as day was dipping into night; fiery red and orange contrasting with the deep blue of the ocean, made it all quite a sight!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Imagine that, and you’ve got the start of a fable. The kind of story told in olden times at a large Christmas table. Heroes there were 3, and guess what…one of them is me. Fawn and Stevo round out this galant MM trio. Together we are “tipping point, ” the name you’ve come to know. Off to save this world you see to the best of our combined ability; in the beginning so very slow. Yet, faster and faster as we went, we chipped away the Earth’s cement. To expose with the final peel the finest gold we’d ever seen! As does the part reveal the whole, such did the whole reveal the part; can you guess what this might mean? It meant far more than words can say I — so go, I must, and ask, may I?

The spring that year so full of passion.
The scent of blossoms floated through the air.
The trees on which they mustered, lustered,
As they clustered everywhere.

MY MKMMA WEEK 16 POST ENDED LIKE THIS:

However, I may be a bit biased, so, further evaluation I leave up to you. Please, read Michael’s post yourself to see if it’s true.

One last thought before I go. I need to make my rounds in the Alliances with a comment containing value – something you would want to know. Hmmmmmm

Whether in the rough, or the buff, I believe Michael’s post is a diamond! Have I said enough? 

Until next time, when the comment designed for use in the Alliances – alluded to above – makes Page 1 in my Week 17 post.

Their bodies merged and became one!

As I’ve recently revealed in several places – in previous published blog posts and in the alliances, to name just two – any student who falls 3 weeks behind in their blogging puts us on high alert. And if there is still no change in Week 4, he or she is taken off the blogroll. No one wants to see that – especially, us Rovers; so…

Here is some insider news. Say it’s Friday, 12 PM midnight Kauai Time, which means the blog deadline has passed; and you are dangling over the edge of indecision, as if an outside bystander watching your new blueprint and the old duking it out.

Ye old BP knows your history inside and out; knows that if you’ve fallen behind in anything – especially, a little over four weeks – the chances of rectifying the situation may exist, but not for this peptide puffball.

The new blueprint, on the other hand, has been given a taste of the behavior that brings the greatest reward, and is hanging on for dear life. Yet, each minute, each second, each instant that goes by makes it more and more difficult to escape the thought: “the deadline has passed! Even if I were to somehow miraculously publish a blog post right now, it’s still too late to matter.” Each time this thought we entertain, the old blueprint chalks up as a gain, and the knuckles of the new BP grow whiter with the strain.

Don’t let go, because taking flight that way is a great big “no, no!” Of course, you realize, as we all do, we are “Nature’s Greatest Miracle!” However, you’re 103 stories up, and thinking when circumstances are most dire, such as this, somewhere within the evolution of the human species, we were sufficiently “aphid like” to have retained the ability to suddenly sprout wings like they can – well, I’m not sure who told you, because they must be some kind nut — or, at least, a full-blown liar. When it comes to gravity versus wishful thinking, guess who winds up on the pavement – kerplop? The right answer is a fact none of us should forget; otherwise, the tool of choice to pick up what remains, just might be a mop!

Salvation in the situation is surely to be found in the world within. Generally, that’s the place all of us should begin. We surely would find, unless we’ve completely lost our mind; something so elementary to understand: when offered, grab that helping hand. Does that still apply, when a hero is our guy? When on the hero’s journey, if you wish to reach the end, one thing that is for certain, it helps to have a friend!

Is there anything else we should know, before the hands of time tell us, now is the time to go Did I mention “insider info?”

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                                          The silence of the sea seemed to follow our return;

Turned to ashy gray the surrounding bay,

Where a few lights burned more brightly

To remind us the worst was all behind us,

And what remained, still okay.

 

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The performance which follows comes from THE VOICE 2015. Although Jordan Smith took home most of the marbles that year, as you will be able to tell when you listen, Madi also spent some time enjoying the limelight!
This is her vocal interpretation of “Songbird.”

The passion of their kiss made it clear at the start,
A bond already forming, as they traded heart for heart! 

MKMMA – WEEK 16 – BULLETIN: MKE STUDENT TAKES AN MUI POSSIBILITY, AND RUNS WITH IT FOR THE GO-AHEAD TOUCHDOWN

And the Raven came from miles away, just to hear the angelic harpstress play!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Imagine that, and you’ve got the start of a fable. The kind of story told in olden times at a large Christmas table. Heroes there were 3, and guess what…one of them is me. Fawn and Stevo round out this galant MM trio. Together we are “tipping point, ” the name you’ve come to know. Off to save this world you see to the best of our combined ability; in the beginning so very slow. Yet, faster and faster as we went, we chipped away the Earth’s cement. To expose with the final peel the finest gold we’d ever seen! As does the part reveal the whole, such did the whole reveal the part; can you guess what this might mean? It meant far more than words can say I — so go, I must, and ask, may I?

Medieval charm can go a long way!
Proves to be true in this moment,
Just as it was, back in the day!

MY MKMMA WEEK 16 POST ENDED LIKE THIS:

Blog Rovers know, as do all MKMMAers, from student to staff, though kindness week may be over, kindness should always flow – and sometimes even make us laugh! So, here is my humble suggestion, designed to inspire some reciprocating, reverberating, kindness – echoing between the walls of Wainai Canyon of Kauai loud enough to reach the bridge – the bridge over the river Quai!  

 She danced by the lamp post in the middle of the night, her two wings as golden as her hair – radiantly swirling with the shimmering of the light.

Unbeknownst to any except the Blog Rover crew, though Friday at midnight is the deadline, is half it’s the time when we check them that they really are due.

I say this in knowing that it’s Sunday, and my post is 2 days late. As a Rover – the person responsible for checking to see if posts are published in timely fashion — I know my place on the blogroll is safe. Therefore, until I get around to checking yours, it, too, is safe. Nonetheless, it’s a crap shoot, thus not a good reason to wait.

Having spoken about my slight indiscretion, it’s time to get back to my MUI obsession.

As previously mentioned, Michael (who goes by JB Michael) took my question – provided by Blog Rover, Caryn – and made it both the title and centerpiece of his Week 12 post, which in MUI terms, makes it a win, win!, I’ve copied and pasted his post in its entirety down below.

Just in case you’re wondering, follow me closely, as I now let you know.

First, whether re-blogging or copying and pasting the material written by somebody else, it’s a “give more, get more,” way of sharing the wealth; and when saving energy and time, other ways so sublime, are few and far between, if you know what I mean!

Since the question I asked, and Michael answered, was on the template I used when making most, if not all, of my Week 12 MKMMA blog post comments, it should have been seen by many. Nevertheless, with no prior experience to base it upon – none that I’ve had, anyway – to prompt one of the best student posts I’ve ever read – certainly one that would earn an A+, if I were asked to give him a grade — was quite a surprise; and makes a strong case for using templates, despite their often-maligned, “cookie-cutter,” in personal nature.

However, I may be a bit biased, so, further evaluation I leave up to you. Please, read Michael’s post yourself to see if it’s true.

One last thought before I go. I need to make my rounds in the Alliances with a comment containing value – something you would want to know. Hmmmmmm

Week 12 – if you knew you couldn’t do it wrong, what would you do next?

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Well, thank you Loren for such a great question. At first, it seemed easy. “Exactly what I’m doing now.” I would have said. Because if I wanted to be doing something else, then I would be doing that….Or so I thought. As I re-looked at the question, I really started to think about how many things I haven’t done, because I was afraid I “might get it wrong”. And there were way too many. I passed on speech competitions, auditions, job applications, and even asking a girl out once (good thing I didn’t chicken out forever because we’ve been married for 15 years). I have always found myself somewhat confident in my abilities. Not in a “get out of my way I can do it better” way, but more like, “sure, let’s go after that, what do we have to lose” sort of way. But yet, there were way too many moments that I hesitated…allowing the fear of the unknown to decide the outcome. Because in truth, you have a much better shot at succeeding by actually doing, than by not doing it.

But then I had a look at the question again. It wasn’t about guilt, it was about the future. “What would you do next.” Wow. How unlimiting that question is. What would I do next? If I could know for certain that I would get it right, what would I do next? How about: Fly to the moon, Be President, Act on Broadway, Open a school, Take dance classes with my wife, Be a Senator, Start a Huge Free Fresh Food program, Take my kids on a world wide tour, I’d sail the oceans, Scuba Dive, Walk across the USA, Live in China, Build solar panels, Invest in Stocks, Play Poker in a Vegas Tournament, Get a Book Published, Fly a Plane, Climb a Volcano, Try out a flying squirrel suit,  Visit every Country, Work on a mixed use development, Invest in Start-up Businesses, Learn to speak Spanish & Italian & French & Chinese & Japanese fluently, Write a song, Sing it, Play the piano, Give a Sermon in Church, Play Golf in Scotland, Paint…

And that is just what popped into my head. A couple of these things are in my DMP. Many are not. Most of which I’ve written off because of time/money/ or talent. Now I see why people make “bucket lists”. Over the last 3 mos, my DMP has been taking shape. It helped me focus on the core of my life’s importance. Much of the above is fluff and really not the core of a life’s purpose. Much, would just be fun. And I don’t know that fear has been holding me back in the truest sense. I’m not afraid to travel to China…I’m afraid to spend money that could go towards something more important. I’m not afraid to learn a language, I’m just afraid I don’t have the time. I’m not afraid to fly in a squirrel suit, I’m afraid for my family if something went wrong. I don’t know that fear is always unjustified. But acknowledging it, and never letting it hold you back for fear of the outcome, is certainly worth taking note of.

One thing I’ve always told my kids that might address this question even better than I’ve done so far is this: When faced with two big choices, pick the one you will regret most NOT TRYING. It is often the one you fear the most. Because no matter the outcome, you will never regret making that decision. If you chose the one you feel is “safe”, you will always wonder “what if”. You already know what is going to happen with the “safe” choice, so why not go after the one you don’t know and satisfy your curiosity?

It seemed as if an hypnotic spell had been cast between the curvaceous female, scantily clad in flowers and lace, and the blackbird, as they stared un-moving, face-to-face.

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NOW PRESENTING FOR THE 6TH WEEK IN A ROW THE INCREDIBLE JORDAN SMITH>

Holding on with both arms to a swing made from a curtain, she leaned back in the moonlight – that much is certain!

MKMMA — WEEK 15 – THERE MUST BE AN MUI IN THERE SOMEWHERE!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Imagine that, and you’ve got the start of a fable. The kind of story told in olden times at a large Christmas table. Heroes there were 3, and guess what…one of them is me. Fawn and Stevo round out this galant MM trio. Together we are “tipping point, ” the name you’ve come to know. Off to save this world you see to the best of our combined ability; in the beginning so very slow. Yet, faster and faster as we went, we chipped away the Earth’s cement. To expose with the final peel the finest gold we’d ever seen! As does the part reveal the whole, such did the whole reveal the part; can you guess what this might mean? It meant far more than words can say I — so go, I must, and ask, may I?

There was gold and a few other surprises under that cement!

AKA everybody must get stoned!

MY MKMMA WEEK 14 POST ENDED LIKE THIS:

“Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres”, are the words Caesar may have said; however, our spreadsheet was divided into four parts, and I’m not sure what he might’ve spoken, instead – even with four years of high school, Hogerhyde-taught Latin that once filed my head. With very few Roman reminders, and not a drop of practice in the 50 years that have passed, there has been very little to maintain and replenish my knowledge of this language that is dead.  What Mr. Hogerhyde taught me, so many years before – not much to begin with… was now, even less. “What is the Latin word for 4? I should know it! Do you know it, signor?” Take a guess.   

I leave you to ponder as I wander out my bedroom door. Thinking as I’m going, “MIU’s kept under a limit of 700 words max, translates as more time for other things — more, more, more! Perhaps, you can see me smiling — a devilish grin with a hole in my chin — that’s hard to ignore!

 

“Oh, honey, you forgot me not!”

With 160 students in each part as it is, one could easily wish for cinco, ses … Certainly, if there were just three parts, or less, is a thought most would find quite unappealing, and prefer not to tread. Increased workload a source for apprehension? Perhaps, however, since parameters are still open, it’s the impact on the degree of individual attention about which I did not mention. The same amount of time and effort spread among many, or just a few? A major consideration in the determination exactly what we must do.

About 7 weeks into the course, Dayna got on one of our Blog Rover team calls to further clarify our responsibilities: “TO READ, COMMENT, AND SHARE.” It was the final push we needed; so, I’m glad she showed up, and I was there. In addition to our 160, we picked up some guides, some lifetime members, and an additional sprinkling of students.  However, with so many – too many – students simply not blogging, this extra load has been quite okay.

It was from this extra sprinkling of students, Michael Brankin and his website caught my eye. If you‘ve followed me to this point, I can now tell you why. It was Week 12, and I noticed how Michael was motoring along, getting his post published every week, I left a comment about this, and how he was looking strong with so many appearing meek.

december 19, 2016 at 11:09 pm

“Hi, J,B., Loren here — one of your five friendly MKE Blog Rovers, stopping by to read your latest; and to congratulate you for the awesome job you’re doing, consistently getting your blog post published week after week! Re-blogging is an excellent way to give to yourself and, of course, the person – in this case, Adam – whose post you are re-blogging. “To yourself,” by giving yourself a chance to catch up, and the other person, because you are sharing in a “Give more! Get more!” Kind of way. Good job!

I leave you with a question, “if you knew you couldn’t do it wrong, what would you do next?” Please, let me know if this question resonates.”

And then, what to my watering eyes should I see, a message on my iPhone from none other than JB! Letting me know he had added another Week 12, in a sense, especially for me. As per above, I had asked “if you knew you couldn’t do it wrong, what would you do next?” Please, let me know if this question meaningfully resonates.” He was letting me know he had taken my suggestion, and written an entire post answering my question.

Word count 438

“Yes, mother, I’ll feed the reindeer!”

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As a personal thank you for subscribing to either the “7-DAY MENTAL DIET,” or my BLOG, I will add you to my list giving you advance notice of when to sign up for our next MKMMA 6-month, pay-it-forward program!

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NOW PRESENTING FOR THE 5TH FABULOUS WEEK IN A ROW “SOMEBODY TO LOVE” — JORDAN SMITH

GALAXY TUG OF WAR