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WEEK FIVE – MKMMA CRAIGNITO’S KALEIDOSCOPE OF WEEK FIVE BLOGSTER BITS AND MASTER FITS

Should there be some organized progression, when making this “week that was” digression?

May I offer a suggestion, my fine fearless friend?

Go right ahead.

If I were an outside observer; which, of course, I’m not, since somewhere in the middle of you I’m caught – but if I were, this thing is true. If providing some kind of order makes any difference at all, should concern of this and some resulting implementation begin right here, or somewhere down the road? After all your bit fitty tonnage has been shoveled out along the way; because, as you well know, that’s quite a heavy load? Therefore, I suggest beginning right away without further ado – except, perhaps, to label each bit, as a bit, and each fit, if that’s what it is, and it happens to fit – if I were you.

By the way, what is the difference between a blogster bit and a master fit?

A blogster bit is anything related to our blog requirement; while a master fit refers to everything else – but, especially, those things that still give him fits. And, I can tell you right now, our “no opinion” assignment may garner a heap of those. Good thing! Just as well considering that, it came to me: “I have lived as an onion plant.” Ergo, my first-scroll line has just been chosen.

BLOGSTER BIT.

Before this, my first bit, some background to set the stage. When it comes to blogging, it’s not the blogging that deserves the flogging to get it to go. It’s almost entirely been my inability to get comments pertaining to other people’s blogs posted that has stolen the show. Seeking a remedial measure, I went to the digital connection’s alliance to see if I was simply missing some of the science. I was told where to go to find the answer I sought; but to make a long story short, I came up with naught.

Well, not entirely a naught, because I realized that some of the confusion might stem from the way the free blog and the hosted blog had different instructions sometimes, and sometimes these instructions seem to overlap. I also remember that if we need to find the solution to any problem, it’s necessary to consider this issue, while standing on a level of understanding more advanced than that which existed when the problem occurred or was created. (Einstein and Stephen Covey are credited with seeing and saying something similar)

So, my first bit is the intuitive culmination after considering both of the concepts just noted, and noticing that hosted blog sites was a common denominator. In other words, if hosted blogs, in general, was the source of some of the difficulty I was having; and, although I’m merely guessing, to maintain a hosted blog probably requires a more advanced level of understanding than a free one, signing up for a Turnkey hosted blog was the way to go.

One last thing: although there is no category for it, if there was, this would go into the bit/fit category, aka a blister.

The me, masquerading as I, or, perhaps, the real I, au natural, reports there is a dam of singular cause responsible for holding back the river of blogging contributions at the fountainhead of my world within. Fortunately, if I had read it or heard it somewhere before, it wouldn’t sound so opinionated to believe that the Universal provides a reservoir of infinite capacity to handle any major back-ups, until the salient sub-cranial issue(s) has been resolved. The report, just noted, comes in the form of 2questions:

Who is more likely to derive the most benefit from MKMMA?

  1. Which scenario most likely represents a person going all in?
  2. The person who sticks with the free blog? or B. The person who decides to step up to the hosted blog?
  • The person who goes all in, or B. The half-stepper?

 

 Survey says: 1A (also revealed via MKMMA webcast) and 2B

 So there you have it. Next stop: Turnkey Blog Heaven. Whether due to I-related proper handling of The Law of Compensation or me-related improper handling of the same principle, I for one, and me, for another, are both eager-beaver excited by the prospect of being involved in Project: Taking Down The Damn aka Going With The Flow.

Having made my decision, I posted the following comment about my decision – or something like it anyway:

BLOGSTER BIT 2

HOT DOG!! HERE I AM!! GOING ALL IN!! TO MAKE THE MOST OF MY BLOG!!

MY HAT’S OFF TO HEATHER FOR MAKING THIS OFFER SO APPEALING, MY HEART AND SOUL ARE DOING THE TANGO, WHILE MY HEAD BASKS IN THE GLORY OF RIGHT DECISION, QUITE FRANKLY, JUST CAN’T STOP REELING. AND SO, THE JOY OF JUBILANT CELEBRATION GOES ON INTO THE NIGHT; AND IF ABLE TO POST IT, I BETCHA, I BETCHA, THIS SITE’S NEVER SEEN SUCH A SIGHT!

Danger! Danger! Warning! Warning!

Apparently, since I’ve already gone over the 500 word limit, if I continue on as I intend to do, should I do this by a separate post or an added page? Since I’m not sure, I will opt for the latter. Depending upon the correctness of this decision, I will make any change(s) needed later, accordingly.

WEEK FOUR – MKMMA MASTER KEY CRAIGNITO CONFERS: WILL IT BE RHYME OR WILL IT BE PROSE, LETS ASK THE ME THAT IS I, FOR IT REALLY KNOWS!

“Your Iness, which will it be?”

“YOUR QUESTION IS ANSWERED IN THE WORDS THAT YOU SEE.”

So, before I go any further there’s some unfinished business that I must attend. Regarding the old man’s poem in last week’s post, I left out an entire stanza right near the end. It’s an important one, as you will see. That’s why the poem is back in its entirety.

HOW CALMLY DOES THE OLIVE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR.

 

SOMETIME WHEN NIGHT OBSCURES THE TREE,

THE ZENITH OF ITS LIFE WILL BE.

GONE PAST FOREVER, AND FROM THENCE,

A SECOND HISTORY WILL COMMENCE.

 

A CHRONICLE NO LONGER GOLD,

A BARGAINING WITH MIST AND MOLD

AND FINALLY THE BROKEN STEM,

THE PLUMMETING TO EARTH AND THEN:

 

AN INTERCOURSE NOT WELL DESIGNED

FOR BEINGS OF A GOLDEN KIND.

WHOSE NATIVE GREEN MUST ARCH ABOVE,

THE EARH’S OBSCENE, CORRUPTING LOVE.

 

O’ COURAGE, COULD YOU NOT AS WELL,

SELECT A SECOND PLACE TO DWELL?

NOT ONLY IN THAT GOLDEN TREE,

BUT IN THE FRIGHTENED HEART OF ME?

 

AND STILL THE RIPE FRUIT AND THE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH,

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR!

The old man’s last request is an easy one for me. That’s why they call me Craignito, the Master Key. “Next time through, old timer, this is what I suggest for you. See if MKMMA is being offered, and sign up. That’s what you should do!”

Here’s a little ditty about taking what is, and making it more. Written on the side of the page, near the number 12, while reading Master Key’s Lesson number 4.

Or in other words, if you’ve already started, it’s too late.

No turning back now, this is your fate.

VOTL comes to town with such valuable information,

The next thing you know, indoctrination.

Some will argue it’s our right to choose;

Their eyes glued to the TV and the nightly news.

Others argue it’s our right to know.

They’ll know all right,

From the top of each head,

To the tip of each toe.

Is it coersion to give

Before the other has their say?

When the time for choosing is over,

And then decide yours is the way?

Or is it cohesive integration

Of the highest kind,

When the cause is the source,

And the source: Universal Mind;

And people are acting as if totally blind?

 

This time, a more whimsical side note

Comes along to play.

When kids are left without much guidance,

Their whim is the way.

 

“So correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Right.

To get it straight in my head, before I say, Good night!

You’re saying it’s not a matter of a this or a that,

Or even a that or a this.

It’s how they bond and blend together,

As if sealed with a kiss.

If in greater harmony they can now co-exist,

Does a this become a thas,

Or a that become a thist?”

 

“Depends nought upon your mental acuity,

Your physical ingenuity,

Your spiritual intuitivity;

Nor the theory of relativity;

To know a label is a label,

No matter how you bend or twist.

To know this is a lamp,

And that over there a table;

Or to know Betty White

Has never been Clark Gable.

But tis a very good point you ‘ve seen

Because I know exactly what you mean.

These words we’ve chosen,

Don’t keep us frozen,

When two hearts, two minds, two souls,

Come together, share their essence, and it’s a win/win,

Should names give a sign, some significant clue,

When so much has changed, they each seem brand new?

Sure there’s the husband and wife, and that sort of thing.

Then, as if somehow joined together, both phones we had started to ring. And with that, we soon departed. Not too far it was, from exactly where we started.

And, as for me, it’s getting quite late, and once again the curfew bell has spoken. But before I, too, or two, must now depart, a few more lines, as my nightey night token:

“Why is it so, that we get what we give?”

Because it is a spiritual world we walk upon and live.

“But I always thought that what goes around, comes around, in greater measure.”

Indeed, this is true, but deep inside you, brews the growth that you treasure.

Build your courage, your confidence, with greater deeds of service, increase your power.

Hoist high your hope, fill it with the love for those it is given, and let it shower;

Then beside every man you may still stand, but above them all, you’ll tower.

 

WEEK THREE – WHY AM I HAVING SO MUCH TROUBLE SIMPLY CREATING THIS MKMMA BLOG POST TITLE?

The world without is a reflection of the world within.

The title is out there, so let us begin.

Let’s begin by looking back.

Maybe it’s there, the thing that I lack.

But if it’s something I lack to figure this out,

If it was missing before, my guess it still is, no doubt.

Not only that there must be rat inside my head,

Because that blue box I saw earlier, is now a bright shade of red.

And if that is a sign that tweaks my perception,

I’ll take the hint, and return to conception.

Certainly, that’s a much better place to start.

Instead of my head, let’s go with my heart.

ONENESS is a word filled with harmony;

As when melodious notes blend in a symphony.

Or a tiny young lamb shivers with cold having strayed from the pack,

Finds warmth in the flock, having found its way back.

For here with its mother comes the second word on my list.

Not just the heat from her body, it’s here LOVE must exist.

Master Key lesson number two describes our subconscious mind,

And it’s there that care of offspring we happen to find.

And the Natural Law of Attraction governs all that we see.

All that once was, now is, and all that will be.

If one word describes how this Law works just like this,

Two minds, two hearts for a moment as one when the lips of two lovers meet in a kiss.

So ONENESS and LOVE are two concepts, might there be three?

I suggest MULTI-PERCEPTUAL VIEW POINT it might happen to be.

Just take a look at Mandino, and how 1000 wise men describe the success that they see.

So that’s it, the end of my story.

Unlike the news, it wasn’t that gory.

But I must admit, not entirely complete.

What perceptual flaw, turned the blue of that box that I saw as red as a beet?

I forgot to let go, before sitting down to write.

It’s hard to find a title when squeezing with all of your might.

Slipping beyond that, what’s the first thing I looked for in looking back?

How much happiness and abundance in something called lack?

 

Having played it by ear up to here, my subby has granted a few more minutes of time,

To test out it’s memory banks with a much better rhyme.

Tennessee Williams wrote the book where this poem must be

Ava Gardner starred in the movie, oh woe as me.

Not her, but I just noticed my clock and it’s four minutes of three.

So, if anyone asks why a few minutes past the deadline I happened to run.

Please tell them I was really; yes, really quite done (and having, of course, a whole lot of fun) .

But the whispered words of a dying man,

Must come out when the subby takes the rudder to more than I can

To the last stanza of a poem created to fit at the end of a movie where it happens to be.

Tell them it’s about oneness, love, and the king, that according to Oggy in GS – is a tree.

 

HOW CALMLY DOES THE OLIVE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR.

 

SOMETIME WHEN NIGHT OBSCURES THE TREE,

THE ZENITH OF ITS LIFE WILL BE.

GONE PAST FOREVER, AND FROM THENCE,

A SECOND HISTORY WILL COMMENCE.

 

A CHRONICLE NO LONGER GOLD,

A BARGAINING WITH MIST AND MOLD

AND FINALLY THE BROKEN STEM,

THE PLUMMETING TO EARTH AND THEN:

 

AN INTERCOURSE NOT WELL DESIGNED

FOR BEINGS OF A GOLDEN KIND.

WHOSE NATIVE GREEN MUST ARCH ABOVE,

THE EARH’S OBSCENE, CORRUPTING LOVE.

 

AND STILL THE RIPE FRUIT AND THE BRANCH

OBSERVE THE SKY BEGIN TO BLANCH,

WITHOUT A CRY, WITHOUT A PRAYER,

WITH NO BETRAYAL OF DESPAIR!

WEEK TWO – TODAY I USE MY FIRST NAME, instead of some “Crazy” Craig variation of my middle. Why? Just ask the Wizard of Og. He’s the one that turned me into a “new man.”

In this world our objective mind tries to comprehend,
We have the choice to begin, continue, or take a bow and end.
When such willful action must be taken amongst these simple choices, three,
To discriminate properly, takes right thinking, and that’s all up to me.
Do this, do that, do another,
Began at birth from our mother.
Will show the world, and everyone in it, just the way we are:
Just a comfortable pumpkin, or a silvery rising star!
Both conditions when set on automatic pilot
Will play the station we have set; so be sure to correctly dial it!
Remember to move in forward harmony with the Universal Express.
Will bring us more, via our subconscious, which really could care less.
Rewarding those of right belief and action,
Results reserved for life’s center stage, and you its main attraction!
Removing those of wrong belief and action.
Time is too precious to bother with distraction.
Some have learned how to prey upon the weak,
And momentarily gain the prosperity and happiness, we, as humans, all do seek;
But such willful action taken
Will coil around to bite and show just how much they’ve been mistaken.
Preservation of life and the desire to keep that growing;
So, carefully, discern exactly what you might be mowing.
The Universal seed of life that some have called inate,
Does well with love, will surely die with hate.
Everyone knows how to be, before we ever are;
So why not choose to be that rising star?
What we do with those thoughts we send,
Our entire world may depend.
Beginning was the easy part – externally directed;
The middle part keep green and clean, detached and unaffected,
As though God Himself was showing up to check what he expected.
What did we do with that key to the kingdom in our hands He did trust?
Is there more fruit to choose from, or more vacant land filled with only dust?

WEEK ONE — CRAIGS NITO APPROACH TO MKMMA

Please note: the following blog was originally posted using a different URL than the one on the BLOGROLL that got you here. In case it’s needed for some reason, this is the link to my original published post: https://wordpress.com/post/74993760/3 that is, of course, identical to the one copied below that I will now re-publish.

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Snappy title, huh? I know so.  It was meant to draw you in — and if you got this far, it must have worked. Of course, “nito” does not necessarily apply to everyone — including me. Or maybe it does. At any rate, this is my first dip into the blogging pool, and I can tell you for certain, right now, it’s going to be brief. Oh, not because the water is too cold, or anything like that, but I have until 12am Hawaiian time to get it posted – and that’s only 38 minutes away.

So what to write about? So many things. I guess as good a place as any might be an excerpt from my definiteness of purpose statement. It may seem as if I’m fudging a bit. You’re right. There is a 300 word minimum, and I’m a very slow typist.  It’s also somewhat apropos, because I had 6 days to complete my statement of 400 words, or less, and there was less time left on the clock when that was sent yesterday, than the amount I started with to compose this.  Nothing particularly valuable there in terms of time management – or, perhaps, there is. Perhaps, a teensy bit more relevant: Although the instructions were sound enough, Mark and his wife, the fabulous Davene, are out of this world (and I know I don’t need to tell ya that that’s a good place to be) I suspect that my DMP may be one of the most unusual ones they have ever seen (Given it even gets that far); so, before it gets returned with a comment written in red that goes something like this:

“MAKE SURE THIS NEVER GETS OUT THERE!”

I want to make sure just a little of it did.  Why?  Just call me a kid. Here’s my excerpt:

Viewing the movie “Reality Bites”, confirmed the possibility of a “home movie” film, and I could be the writer, director, camera operator, etc. required to make my VOTL production a reality, just as Winona Ryder was in her “Reality Bites.”. Because all my vamps are day-walkers, and the benefits out-weigh the deficits, is why the word: “Light” exists in the VOTL title.

And now that I’ve come this far, perhaps, a word or two regarding what I wanted to include in my statement that didn’t make the editor’s cut. As it was, my statement was already pushing it, at 395 or so. – so, here is the intro that never was:

A journey that for its factional* portrayal of the way our world is suddenly transformed into a Civilization of the Universe.* Named that because it’s what invariably happens when beings begin to utilize right thinking, and in Earthling terms, collective human consciousness embraces abundance instead of poverty and lack, wisdom instead of ignorance and fear, harmony instead of chaos and discord, and complete freedom instead of tyranny. Many wondrous things ensue, including a great Technological Revolution the likes of which this planet has never seen before.  These advances very quickly make it possible for all people to live like millionaires do today.*But all that is another story — an exclamation mark to signify the end of this one, which relies upon the primary resources listed below:

And here are some of the resources that didn’t get listed:

It is out of a collection of personal letters I composed between 1990 and 2000 that the origin and development of Vampires of the Light, VOTL, is recorded. After shaking off the dust deposited over many years of undisturbed storage, if these letters were stacked up, 1000 pages would probably be the number determining the height of just one of several tiers.

  • A strong metaphysical connection with the concepts of oneness, love, and multi-perceptual viewpoint.
  • Aside from raising the amount of fun, happiness, joy, and laughter experienced by the characters individually, there is a much grander purpose – a mission – running through based upon what is called the 3000-Year-Old Secret.
  • “The 100th Monkey” and “The Tipping Point” conceptually demonstrate when dealing with numbers of people (or primates) how reaching a specific number can suddenly explode to involve everyone, everywhere.
  • That’s it. Times up!