MKMMA WEEK 17 — WHEN A CLONE HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

WHEN GOOD PAIRS WITH GOOD, THE RESULT CAN BE GREAT!

My Week 16 ended this way

Through the magic of copy and paste, like a reindeer hopping around, I can take what’s been written here to different places, to different ground. To a page or a post on my blog site, and/or something to share in the alliance.                                                                                                                                 There is nothing remarkable or especially brilliant in the duplicity of this science.

But unlike most of our thought                                                                                                                  that in the web of the Law of Substitution gets caught,

this manner of multi-tasking made available through the medium of the written word,                         is one of the best ways I’ve ever heard.

Others, such as I, might benefit in trying.                                                                                                    To counter the suffocating stress of too-little time that instead of success is bringing us down, and we are slowly dying.                                                                                                                                         

So, up, up and away! To get caught up with my blogging (as both Rover and writer), from this point forward, I must be flying!   

AND NOW THE NEW STUFF

What I’ve done in this post is copy Emerson’s poem, “COMPENSATION,” located on a separate page at the beginning his well-known essay of the same name — text emboldened below — interpreted its meaning, and used that to construct a second poem — text not emboldened below. I’ve attempted to match the poetic parameters Emerson used in terms of line length, words chosen  to duplicate the rhyming sound, type of rhyme scheme, and cadence, yet convey the same or similar line-by-line meaning using entirely different words.

The deeper the understanding of this particular essay of Emerson’s, given how it is directly related, to the GIVE MORE! GET  MORE! principle/concept, should benefit each MKE student in helping them to integrate it into the thought + feeling –> belief –> action paradigm; i.e., make use of the way we are wired to change our mental programming. This mental programming is how our subby creates the blueprint directing our behavior, and forms the basis pivotal to successfully changing it. It is the subconscious mind’s center of habit either dictating the type behavior/actions deemed more likely able to assist the student in manifesting their individual major definite purpose in life, or, as usual, sabotaging our efforts, in other matters of high importance.

That said I encourage you to study and compare Emerson’s words with mine. After evaluating for mechanical and philosophical correctness, let me know what you think. Clone or cloney? Fact or phony?  If you’re anything like me, this might be a challenge. If asked to interpret Shakespeare, for instance, I would be the first to consult books written to do exactly that. FOR THIS, I MADE NO SUCH CONSULTATION. Oh dear!

COMPENSATION

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

The wings of Time are black and white,

The hands are dark, the face is light,

Pied with morning and with night.

Sometimes left, yet always right.

Mountain tall and ocean deep

Salty water tends to seep,

Trembling balance duly keep,

To the core they surely creep.

In changing moon, in tidal wave,

Force methodical, yet sometimes grave

Glows the feud of Want and Have.

What can we get, what can we save?

Gauge of more and less through space.

The effects of both cannot erase

Electric star and pencil plays,

Near or far, it has its ways.

The lonely Earth amid the balls

To the sun allegiance falls

That hurry through the eternal halls,

In a vacuum, duty calls,

A makeweight flying to the void,

From whence it came it’s thus employed,

Supplemental asteroid,

Extra cargo been deployed,

Or compensatory spark,

Burning brightly makes its mark,

Shoots across the neutral Dark.

Splits the sky, this brilliant arc.

Man’s the elm, and Wealth the vine;

Nature says what’s yours and mine;

Staunch and strong the tendrils twine:

Such the power that’s divine:

Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,

No cause for woe or ever grieve,

None from its stock that vine can reave.

So sure the lock, in this believe.

Fear not, then, thou child infirm,

What’s inside stops every germ,

There’s no god dare wrong a worm.

So short may be its mortal term.

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,

If with him too much perverts,

And power to him who power exerts;

For more brings more, each act asserts;

Hast not thy share? On winged feet,

As angels bring when called to greet,

Lo! it rushes thee to meet;

To hand to you this luscious treat;

And all that Nature made thy own,

As if were made for you alone,

Floating in air or pent in stone,

Harmony in every tone,

Will rive the hills and swim the sea,

As for you, it came to me,

And, like thy shadow, follow thee.

With love and peace your destiny.

 

DID YOU SEE HOW i HAD THIS IN MIND TO MATCH EMERSON’S DESCRIPTION OF A TIMEKEEPER,  A PRODUCT CREATED BY MAN, AS ONE WAY TO  REVEAL AND DEAL WITH THAT WHICH IS SO FLEETING. EVEN MOTHER NATURE WITH HER INFINITE PATIENCE SHOWS TO US IN WAYS EASY TO DISCERN ON THE LONG TERM, WHAT MAY BE ESSENTIALLY INVISIBLE ON THE SHORT? OR LIKE ME, YOU HAVE NOT THE SLIGHTEST CLUE AS TO WHAT I JUST SAID? WELL, MAYBE A CLUE. ABOUT AS USEFUL AS A PILE OF HOT SAHARA SAND TO COLLECT THE WATER TO QUENCH THE THIRST OF THE WANDERER  — OTHERWISE DYING WITHOUT IT — ON SUCH PARCHED AND BARREN LAND.

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Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition — concludes with this…

COMPENSATION

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The wings of Time are black and white,                                                                                             The hands are dark, the face is light,                                                                                                        Pied with morning and with night.                                                                                                  Never left, but always right.                                                                                                                   Mountain tall and ocean deep                                                                                                               Up comes down with every leap                                                                                                          Trembling balance duly keep,                                                                                                                  To the core they surely creep.                                                                                                                        In changing moon, in tidal wave,                                                                                                             If seen or not, works still the salve,                                                                                                           Glows the feud of Want and Have.                                                                                                  Within your suit that’s anti-grav.                                                                                                              Gauge of more and less through space                                                                                              The effects of both cannot erase                                                                                                          Electric star and pencil plays,                                                                                                              Near or far, it has its ways.                                                                                                                         The lonely Earth amid the balls                                                                                                              To the sun allegiance falls                                                                                                                          That hurry through the eternal halls,                                                                                                    In a vacuum, duty calls,                                                                                                                                   A makeweight flying to the void,                                                                                                       From whence it came it’s thus employed,                                                                                  Supplemental asteroid,                                                                                                                           Extra cargo been deployed,                                                                                                                           Or compensatory spark,                                                                                                            Burning brightly makes its mark,                                                                                                            Shoots across the neutral Dark.                                                                                                        Splits the sky, this brilliant arc.

Man’s the elm, and Wealth the vine;                                                                                             Nature says what’s yours and mine;                                                                                                    Stanch and strong the tendrils twine:                                                                                              Such the power that’s divine:                                                                                                               Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,                                                                                               No cause for woe or ever grieve,                                                                                                             None from its stock that vine can reave.                                                                                            So sure the lock, in this believe.                                                                                                                 Fear not, then, thou child infirm,                                                                                                    What’s inside stops every germ,                                                                                                            There’s no god dare wrong a worm.                                                                                             So short may be its mortal term.                                                                                                           Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,                                                                                                             If with him too much perverts,                                                                                                                    And power to him who power exerts;                                                                                                 For more brings more, each act asserts;                                                                                                  Hast not thy share? On winged feet,                                                                                                      As angels bring when called to greet,                                                                                                           Lo! it rushes thee to meet;                                                                                                                       To hand to you this luscious treat;                                                                                                             And all that Nature made thy own,                                                                                                       As if were made for you alone,                                                                                                              Floating in air or pent in stone,                                                                                                   Harmony in every tone,                                                                                                                               Will rive the hills and swim the sea,                                                                                                       As for you, it came to me,                                                                                                                           And, like thy shadow, follow thee.                                                                                                With love and peace your destiny.

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