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The Alan Paine AI-Experience is a genre-defying music project that blends imaginative storytelling, wit, and unconventional creativity into a distinctive musical world. Known for memorable titles like “No-Sauce Natalie,” the poet explores quirky characters, cultural observations, and unexpected narratives through engaging songwriting and playful artistic vision. Balancing humor with originality, The Alan Paine AI Experience embraces the possibilities of modern music-making while delivering songs that are inventive, entertaining, and impossible to ignore.

Alan Paine, Author of poetry- Ode to Madonna and Other Poems, 1992 Diogenes Press; Crumbing Sandcastle Designs: Return of the Goddess, 2017 Xlibris Press; Four screenplays and 2 books of non-fiction. Over 40 poems published in periodicals and anthologies, including The Albatross Literary Magazine; 1991 & 1992 Golden Poet Award from The World of Poetry, Inc.; Certificate of Special Recognition from Watermark Press; Award 0f Merit from Verses; Certificate of Honor from Hidden Springs Review; 1996 Critics Choice Award from The National Library of Poetry;  Editor's Choice Award from Poetry.Com; Marquis Who’s Who in America, Arts & Literature; 2005-2010

“Individuals are listed because of the positions they have attained or because of noteworthy achievements that have proven to be of lasting value to society. Fame alone is not a criterion, nor is high financial or social status. Only demonstrated accomplishment can earn a place in Who’s Who in America.”

-Marquis Who’s Who in America 

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Alan Paine studied Broadcast Communications, Acting, Television Production, News Gathering, Creative Writing, Philosophy and Psychology at UNLV ushering in the still standing  KUNV 91.5 fm

SAMPLE SONGS - MUSIC VIDEOS

So many songs and more even on demand for your every media production, event playlist, or that one song needed to complete your new album on the B-Side. Find what you need here.

Four songs leaning to the right with special verses for Deplorables and conspiracy theorists. It's all about celebrations and good times in the renaissance.

One of my favorites, a loving comical sardonic tribute to late actress and goddess, Kirstie Alley. Four years in manifesting, this catchy piece of music may be the genesis of a documentary on Capricorn Kirstie.

  

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One of my favorites and the song that perhaps opens a door into 
the matrix. I hope and pray a singer comes along in my lifetime
who can cover it with as much virtual emotion and depth as AI.

Perhaps my most commercial song inspired by a real

person. The remix is actually superior to the original I must admit. 

Rap and dance fun song

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The Destruction of Poetry

 

As a global renaissance slowly rages around the world, more and more institutional lies reveal themselves like psycho-social dominoes falling one by one. Their method of control, the plug that was or perhaps still is attached to your virtual cortex becomes known. You either wish to acknowledge it or you do not. Once acknowledged, you either wish to remove the matrix attachment or you do not. Decisions, executions, intentions, guilt, pride... You were never promised a rose garden.

Once on the path, it gets easier. This is the way, the only way, your way you have yet to choose. Or, perhaps the path or way onto the path has yet to choose you. The road is long and many miles we must travel before sleep. You could run out of time.

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Why would the elites, ultimate human monsters, the evil pulling the strings on minor evil we know as celebrities and disciples want to destroy poetry or all of art for that matter? First, let us remind readers of the latest lies uncovered related to this treatise. We have already gone over flouride, vaccines, chemtrails and more. How about quiet lies? Frauds? Fraudulent movements? Fraudulent societal trends?

To wit; we have known for at least 30 years that Feminism was financed by the CIA. Feminism destroyed the family unit among other social transgressions. We now know that the CIA financed and pushed gangster rap music. Rap keeps a large section of young people and ethnic groups ignorant and angry, a bad combination. We know racism was not growing in America, it was financed by Democrats. Destabalizing society results in more taxes and more government. Destabalizing society keeps the populace in fear, easy to control. Additionally, some beings feed on fear it would appear.

Destroying the concept of poetry means anybody can play the

game. Ayn Rand wrote more extensively on this method to enslave the populace by destroying thinking in of itself. We saw the art of painting destroyed in the 1960s as abstract art was introduced featuring monkeys creating million dollar works of art. Anyone or animal could play the game.

Feminism tried unsuccessfully to destroy beauty contests really for the same reasoning; envy. Nothing breeds envy like Socialism. The deranged step-child of Feminism, Transgenderism continues to destroy not only the concept of beauty, but what it is to be the essence of beauty, a woman. 

Success... talent... is not always what we think it is in this world. Lots of successful people in the arts are not very talented at all and it shows. Personally, I've always wondered why Jay Zee was so rich and famous based on the little talent he exhibits. It is true in all realms of commerce. You can become rich and famous based on connections and towing a line. However, it is only in Hollywood where they can deliver messages to the populace and guide them in some instances like sheep. The ability to manipulate society through propaganda is perhaps the last great obstacle to freedom fighters of this world.

Why did poetry die? Where is the next Edgar Allan Poe or Emily Dickenson? Anybody can play the game and poetry can be anything you want it to be in the liberal world. Such is the social and aesthetic consequences of Socialism. It produces a world where all citizens think and look the same. Citizens who have it better than others or think outside the box face envy or worse. Socialism or liberalism lowers standards so everyone can play. Nature, reality does not play by such rules. You cannot be anything you wish to be or do anything you wish to do.

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I wrote a four line poem for a young lady recently that I have extended. More notes on her are upcoming in a future book on a new concept pivotal to the ascension of humanity titled; The Heterosexual Nexus. The following poem works as theme for my mission on this planet and falls in line with the codename, Firestorm Omega. I share the poem here because it is likely to become my next AI-produced song. It was written to be read. How it works as music and lyrics... I leave to your judgement. Until then, be one of the first to read...

I AM THE STORM

By Alan Paine September 4, 2026

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I am powerful winds of change

Purifying rain

Warning strikes of thunder.

I am the storm.

 

Your fear shows intelligence.

For, I am a destroyer of nations.

Look deep into darkness of space.

See me at the center of creation.

 

Like quantum tears of Demi Moore

Like cosmic stairs you must climb

Find beauty in my chaos

A paradoxical paradigm.

 

I am the heart of destruction.

I am love needed to be reborn.

Genesis to a better generation

I am the storm.

 

Swirling winds of change

Purifying rain

Rolling threatening thunder.

I am the storm

 

Like quantum tears of Demi Moore

Like cosmic stairs you must climb

Find beauty in my chaos

A paradoxical paradigm.

 

I am the heart of destruction.

I am love needed to be reborn.

Genesis to a better generation

I am the storm.

 

I am death. I am rebirth.

Judgments landing cold

In me you may find your worth.

Brave future beckons to the bold.

 

Howling winds of change

Purifying rain

Deep foreboding thunder

Known by many names.

I am the storm.

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LINKS

The Decline of Modern Poetry

Modern Poetry is So Bad

The Rise of Bad Poetry

Did Liberal Feminism Ruin the Workplace?

The Alan Paine AI-Experience - Spotify

The Making of Firestorm Omega, Part One

 

Diary Notes

Recently moving to Texas being a spiritually awakened Sagittarius man, I am given to find reason in my being here. Looking at their religious buildings and realizing that the term “mega-church” was invented here, forgive me for thinking my presence was needed on a spiritual level. I wanted none of those thoughts.

Cowboys and religion… no thank you.

Before going forwards, we should go backwards a bit as it seems time for some opening up here. Seems important to reiterate on a stage of my development confessed somewhere among these posts within the last two years. Would have confessed it earlier but it did not register. People for a long time either have a problem with the way I talk or get a kick out of it. Even been asked if I talk this way all the time. Yeah, mostly. As a child until about 2nd or 3rd grade, I suffered from a speech impediment making it difficult to speak. Pathological stuttering caused teasing and laughter from both family, associates, and friends. Unless you were afflicted with something similar as a child, you cannot imagine the torment.

Frequently I torch public education in blogs or whenever I get a chance. However, it was special work with a speech pathologists provided by public school that relieved me of my affliction. I learned to speak slowly and properly. Speaking properly as a black person brings on another set of social problems One suspects that the same people making fun and laughing at my affliction as a child are the same people having a problem with my proper manner of speech today. That young life makes me skeptical of everyone I meet still.

My family was middle class but it was next to ghetto life. One gets accustomed to living by lowered standards. Some of my brothers and sisters went on to successful professional lives while others got caught up in the usual drugs and alcohol eventually dying early. They were all driven by our church mother to be God loving Baptists.

There must be a God because being raised in a large family by a Baptist church mother did not turn yours truly into a God-fearing man. I believe even though I went to church regularly until about my junior year in high school when football consumed my Sundays, that I was an atheist even though the term was not formerly introduced until college. Only a higher power could explain this mentality. Life will find a way to overcome. Today I am of course an awakened to new-age spirituality or Paganism worshipping nature and the universe.

So then, I lament public education but it had an important and positive impact on my life. I spoke out against religion as an atheist even though now knowing it played an essential role in my eventual spiritual awakening. I was groomed to be a living paradox to understand a paradoxical existence.

Now, let us return to the Longhorn State. I was told not to come here because of all the rednecks and racism. I heard those terms again after coming here. Texas has a reputation preceding it. Still, a living paradox under stars of Sagittarius operates in a different world. Should try not to be poetic here but we shall get to the heart of the issues no matter my literary wanderings. Some people go through life protected and guided by powerful spirits. I invoked spirits of and associated with a great freedom-fighter and American forefather, Thomas Paine by affectionately taking his name. I have lived and walked alone unharmed through some of the toughest neighborhoods and greatest ghettos in America. Skid Row, South Central LA, Hells Kitchen NY, Harlem, and the Bronx color my coming of age resume. Texas registers on this soul as just another stop on the journey.

As a teen I was lucky to live for a short while with a family introducing me to Filet Mignon and dipping Artichoke leaves in melted butter. I have owned many cars and gone long stretches without a car riding the city bus. Rented apartments and rooms during my lifetime. Love brought me close to marriage twice. I have been homeless several times and am homeless at this time. SSI/SSID pays only enough for a room or government assisted rental.

For the first two years of my entrance into Texas I lived in Houston and drove rideshare while collecting SSI and rented an apartment. It seems only people who grew up in Houston like it. It appeared tops on a list of worst cities in Texas on Instagram that caught this attention. So, I eventually found myself in Fort Worth or what they call DFW.

I sit homeless here now because finding a decent room to rent seems near impossible. All of the rooms rejected were operated by black folks. Don't remember any whities showing me a room. Homeless shelters are the worst I’ve seen and so are the people who run them. Let us remind readers of my homeless shelter stays in Skid Row and other cities. So, this is what it feels like to be down and out in the Republican state of Texas.

Today, I understand why I had to go through this part of my life. It was important to see the very lowest of the low. I understand. I sympathize.

Part Two

If a person could find and harness mythical or astrological power of stars and planets guiding him from birth, Uranus is no joking matter. Destroyer of worlds, builder of worlds, tidal waves, tsunamis, earthquakes fall under the father of the Titans.

Seeing mega-churches of Texas, I am given to wonder why spirit brought and keeps me here. If you read my book or one of my blogs, you know my mission involves extinction species humanity and preventing it. You would know the solution to this problem hundreds of thousands of years old is a prescribed matriarch society. You might wonder why a matriarch society would succeed where others have failed in the long history of our planet? Somewhere in my blogs or book the answer remains. Code name Firestorm Omega speaks volumes when one understands E=MC². Spirits prepared me over lifetimes for this mission and to be in Texas at this time for good reasons.

Enlightenment, epiphanies and the feelings associated I like to explain by quoting Apocalypse Now and Marlon Brando. Like a silver bullet right between the eyes. I was waiting for a bus at one of many stations here in the DFW and became witness to a man having psychotic episode like nothing I have ever seen. Did I mention living in Skid Row where the crazy are paid? Be that as it may, watching this man roll on the pavement screaming into the air for several minutes created a shift in my universe. This is why I am here in Texas, to shift into a new world.

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To build a new world, we must first destroy the old world. In time humans will calm down and adapt. All peoples unable to adapt to the renaissance and changing new world go the way of the dinosaur.

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Is it the universe lately that nudges me toward going live on Tik Tok, joining the craze, the growing number of cellphone influencers? Am I to rail against the horrors of the police state living in Cowboyland USA? The police state is not particular to Republicans or Texas. Still, it seems to fit them a little better and looms in the atmosphere here. There is corporation stench here as well, legalized evil. We come to burn it all down making way for fresh new life in beauty. If and when I go live,  I sing the matriarch society and return of the goddess.

If true freedom for humanity means choosing between two roads before them representing Republicans or Democrats, the choice is to build a new road. That is why I am here, The matriarch society is our new road to true freedom and spiritual ascension. Why this matriarch society succeeds where others failed is because spirits did not send Ghandi, Buddha, or the Dai Lai Lama to do the job. They sent someone who has spent time in jail and is capable of matching the enemy blow for blow. I understand the code and will reach into darkness. Humanity deserves better than to be ruled by talking monkeys.

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If only I could get through a mission update without mentioning sisters of Sagittarius. Tugging on emotions from the depths of hell, I am helpless to move away. Now, there is another who has a role unknown. Should even one of the sacred sisters enter the party and a cosmic shift begins like no other. As time goes by, I come to realize they need not awaken in this lifetime.

Awakening is painful and probably dangerous for them given their immediate circles. Sacred sisters simply need to get on the path. Each hold different keys to the future and one paradoxical lock waits on the edge of time for destiny. We simply have never seen such an event on this planet. It is the spiritual equivalent of what the CERN physicists are doing smashing atoms together. The difference is spiritual participants indeed have a spiritual base from which to begin and end. CERN scientists are like monkeys given a loaded gun. They need a cage or a saddle. Sacred sisters need to understand they can fly and start exercising those wings preparing for a fantastic journey.

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Mission progress continues not at a speed in which I choose but one showing potential, hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Even though lonely stands pat, an occupational hazard, a quiet drifter hitching a ride to anywhere, the search for power in suffering continues. Lethal to human monsters with nowhere to hide, perhaps the next tears to fall will be tears of joy.

Firestorm Omega, out...

The Unforgiven

circa 2020

Dear Diary, 

Think I will grow my beard back. Not really remembering when it ran away. Feeling hairy today. Feel power weakening like the biblical Samson. What I would give for Delilah right now. 

Permanently banned still from Twitter now X under, Elon Musk. I am sure the DOGE Chief just overlooked such a small item in his forensic accounting. Goddesses beg my forgiveness. Still, what I said so many years ago seems to be glorified on Meta today and throughout America. All transgender people are mentally ill.

Remember someone trying to get me banned from another social network for the same statement arguing that people controlling the big book on psychiatric terms and definitions changed the classification of Gender Dysphoria. My argument went beyond terms and definition defined by the psychiatry industry. Simply put; as someone who has lived in the notorious Skid Row of Los Angeles County, I have seen many plenty mentally ill people of varying degrees of illness. Only courts need definitions from psychiatry. Normal people have common sense. It be fine with me for any man to pretend to be a woman. That man is mentally ill if he asks me or anyone else to pretend he is a woman. No amount of pharmaceuticals or surgery will ever change my mind on the matter. Anyone facilitating transgenderism seeks to normalize mental illness. I would also make the argument that transgenderism seeks to destroy the feminine divine.

Spiritual Warriors suspect scoundrels responsible for attempts upon the eternal wondrous feminine divine earth women represent the same evil haunting this planet for one hundred thousand years or more. Your end is at hand.

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Jupiter Rising in Trump: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Chapter two of the great human awakening heralded by Donald Trump begins and begs a question regarding astrological aspects of his first inauguration. Does celestial power granted during his first inauguration carry over till now? When one looks at our ribald president surviving two different assassination attempts, great cosmic forces must be at work.

Petrified, petulant, and pretentious observers could not then believe my pronouncement to be true. Perhaps repeating it here will rattle around in empty skulls like a radical charged particle launched in the Large Hadron Collider waiting in effect to create a new element. If Trump had been inaugurated for his first presidential term say a couple thousand years ago under the same astrological sky, he would have been looked upon as a king of kings.

At the very moment of his first inauguration, readers should also be reminded that natal moon in Scorpio came to an astrological and spiritual power peak for yours truly. And so, our epic journey continues to save humanity from the dark abyss of extinction.

What should spiritual warriors look for during Trump presidential reign part two? Let us for fun look again at astrological aspects slated for inauguration #2. We cannot hope to expect incredible astrological events similar to 2021. Still, 2025 inauguration skies for Trump are quite favorable then and for months to come.

Wherever Jupiter is in the sky, it shows us how our tendency to grow will express itself, and in the sign of “The Twins,” there’s a special emphasis on our collective growth in knowledge, social connection, and ability to adapt.

Saturn and Venus shall be conjunct with Neptune close enough to exert influence as well, all in the the sign of Pisces. Trump, a Gemini finds lucky lightning bolt carrying Jupiter cruising through his sign till June 2025. I conclude such aspects to mean our nation ready or not shall entertain issues deeply buried in the subconscious or covered up by religion and mainstream media. Coming to grips with the unsustainability of homosexuality is more than enough for modern humans to deal with today and well into a new future. Pornography, or more particularly prostitution must be brought to a forum where spiritually qualified minds can prepare it for broader consumer understanding. We expected some type of false flag operation regarding UFOs and now drones mystify our skies.

Expanded minds find it incredible how many people think the idea of UFOs and higher intelligent life on other planets think just the way our military complex wants the populace to think on such concepts. They find it laughable. Of course we were also astounded by how many people fell so easily and quickly for scamdemic.

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Dynamic consequences of discovering the sacred sisters creep ever closer to this suffering soul and threaten to enlarge powerful karmic emotional responsibilities and cosmic influences waiting for an evolutionary spark. There is an external mission and an internal mission which is of course personal. Sagittarian sisters encompass both facets of my mission. Notes on Sagittarian sisters can wait a bit as personal confessions seem long over due here. Remembering natal Scorpio moon sets the mood.

Even to this day people I meet wonder at the way I talk. I am a black man but if you only heard my voice, you might think differently. Many people in such instances thought I was a white man. Those comments came often during my college radio days on KUNV. I speak properly and have had many people over the years ask why? I relate the story here for posterity.

Growing up as a child I was afflicted with a pathological speech impediment. Stuttering… I could barely speak. Try to imagine living your young life being laughed at by family, friends, and associates. I remember the tears. If I could thank public education for anything it would be specialized one on one help received from a speech pathologist somewhere around 4th grade. I literally learned to speak properly and slowly. Later I was pushed into broadcasting and acting which left dialects coming out of nowhere or from some past stage play long ago. Some artists soak up characters forever imbedded in personality.

So, now I stutter nevermore but sometimes sound like a butler from Fresh Prince of Bellaire. Wonder like me if the same people who laughed and teased my stuttering as a child are the same ones who now ridicule my voice today sounding so proper and white? Since I am not down with contemporary slang, latest hip hop phrases, and ghetto-proud illiteracy, I am dubbed Uncle Tom. Wonder no more why I grew up a sceptic and atheist.

Find a link to my voice in video narration below.

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Gypsy man on a cosmic plan now operates in the great state of Texas. Actually stumbled into Houston for a while and tried to like it. No… Now calling Fort Worth home not particularly acting like a refugee. It is what I am here lonely in the Lone Star State. Probably just a coincidence but it could be as easily fate showing signs of positive change to a new future. Facebook or Meta now, vows not only to henceforth champion freedom by changing many censorship policies, firing liberal administrators, and moving a key office to Texas.

Perhaps as a show of good faith, Meta's trust and safety and content moderation teams will allegedly be moved from California to Texas so there is "less concern about the bias" of their teams. -BlazeMedia 

Finding myself here now shows signs of meaning. Several friends warned me of racism and red neckism prevalent in Texas. People who live here tell me the same. Yes, this certainly is a wild west state nestled next to a southern state of swamps. Just south we find river jumping Mexico, an invasion crisis. In the end, no state to a black man is perfect. Besides, my intent here is not to socialize but to internally spiritualize, to escape from medical tyranny. Medical tyranny, medical monopoly, Big Pharma... great monsters go by many names. Unfortunately, this monster finds a big percentge of world population on bended knee subservient and worshiping an out of focus enemy. Cloaked in phoney delusions of godhood, monsters chased many people out of California and into states more friendly to individual freedom. Fate brings a firestorm to Texas, birthplace of the mega-church.

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Usually, I am inclined to lament deep suffering when doting on Sagittarian sisters but this time arrive in good spirits. Sara Silverman, some how, some way made no socially incendiary headlines during Trump’s campaign. My heart is all a flutter! U.S. Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, made no political

 embarrassing headlines and suddenly feeling a cosmic pull toward her in New York. Totally unnerving... such emotions are now recognized as a flipside of the mission, personal transgressions of my own needing work. While Alyssa Milano, code name Firestorm Alpha made social network headlines, one can see it as a positive. Great spirits believe her to be most likely first to spiritually awaken. Continued confrontations can only serve to pave her way to ultimate enlightenment. While logic sees sacred sisters awakening in another lifetime, we now walk a new path where all things become possible. Imagine greater.

Please, say a little prayer for sacred sisters of Sagittarius. Spiritual awakening is a painful process. Terrible tears become building blocks to a new and better humanity finally as one with a wonderful universe.

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Almost four years now since my last transmission. Books soon to get final rewrites. Conspiracy theorists proved to be right especially about COVID and readers can understand some of my disappointment with Trump regarding this matter. Still, that was then and we continue to grow and discover. Somewhere in previous writings, most probably in my current book, I mention something about humanity needing to be culled. So then, why be disappointed in Trump and the millions of deaths he helped sponsor? Force of habit response…

To date, since Trump forced the FDA to approve these vaccines in 2020, there have been over 1.6 million injuries and death s reported to VAERS, with over 38,000 of those reports being deaths.The U.S. Government’s own studies have found that less than 1% of all vaccine injuries a nd deaths are actually reported to VAERS. (Source.)That would equate to over 160 million injuries and over 3.8 million deaths from Trump’s COVID shots.

Bill Gates, that great champion of depopulation says humans need a new religion to deal with our new age realities. Creating a new religion does appear to be what fate wants from yours truly. Fate needs to call a little louder. At least one Sagittarian sister would have to awaken to help foster a new religion. Let us hope fate steps in and takes a hand. Until then, consider Gates the contemporary father of Foresight.

Close to seven decades on this little green planet and I never imagined a life so long. Really thought death would come a calling before 55. Still living so now I have to deal with it. Maybe I will do live mission reports on a future podcast or wax philosophically on current events. Needing a free spirit partner... send in your resume of videos. Fate will sort them.

Transmission closing soon and perhaps it will be another 4 years for the next report. Let spirits guide and protect my mission. Fate from time to time sends a lovely soulmate to tantalize my dreams for a moment and quiet echoes of loneliness bouncing off the walls. Like ships passing in the night, it is a fleeting rendezvous perhaps never to be permanent. Women so rare live on the edge of society and should not be expected to fall for the passion of poetry.

Links

Jupiter in Gemini

Planetary Alignments and Donald Trump

Marilyn Monroe Mural Mystique

Desperately Seeking Spiritual Connection

Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Photo by Parakit Keng Eos:

    

Nine Inspirations under crowns of laurel,

  Showering secrets from above.

Whisper wisdom by light of the moon—

  Touch softly the soul of my Love.

Dear Diary,

Forgive me for ignoring you these past two years. Just when I wanted out, fate pulls me back into the human predicament. Perhaps it was wishful thinking sometime ago wanting this blog ended and yours truly onto a different life. It appears we may rest from time to time along our path to the spiritual mountain top, but we can never really stop. One does not commune with hummingbirds and then go on to a simple life. Hoisted by your own petard, we must continue in spiritual ascension enlightening and saving souls as fate commands.

While cause for hope springs forth here and there, darkness weighs heavily over this wanton world well before the golden dawn. True to gypsy man way of life, I find myself back once again where rat packs and a glitter gulch were born. Plans ask for a brief stay under neon lights after living over two years in humid Houston. Plans like a petulant young goddess are fickle bending with forceful wind.

Stepping away from the edge of time briefly, I actually voted for the first time in Texas. Texas along with Florida and perhaps a few other states in America remain as last bastions of freedom perhaps in the entire world. Most all other states in America are now mired in corporate marxism where science poses as a new god.

Two years of very limited intellectual and artistic activity spur urges to create. Lately, my mind wanders to rewriting the book that launched this journey and starting a new book that will finish it. Rewriting Dawning of the Matriarch Society should be an illuminating project. Still, starting this new book almost defies spiritual superlatives. New concepts sparking new terms, perhaps philosophical building blocks for a new cultural paradigm, my next book begs for a writing partner.

Early years spent on dating sites I remember going quite well. Then again, most of my early life before enlightenment can be described as lucky with women. Comparatively, I have led an enviable love life as enforced by different male friend conversations over the years. Alas, seems a distant past here in my senior years. Driving forces then centered solely around hormonal dictates. Seems appropriate now that my desires for a companion center around intellect and spirituality. Physical attractions were vastly easier seemingly just yesterday. Today, dating sites offer the boring, detectives, or scared kittens.

Driving now for a ride share company, I meet many women. Very often we have wonderful, funny, or even deep conversations. Such women are usually over 30 years younger than the author. Cannot find one woman on any dating site with a conversation going beyond, bowling, traveling, Christian religion, and spending time with my family. Is this a sign of the times or my age?

Wondering now has anyone written a blog post that was clarion call for a date? This is not that blog. I am wanting a companion who inspires my writing. Such inspiration can come in many forms. Romance is unimportant. Intellect, the capacity to comprehend new ideas and impulsively ask questions. To be such a companion, to spend considerable time together united by the same goal, positive emotions must be present. We must enjoy each others company for whatever reasons. There is a prominent psychiatrist who acknowledges loving emotions for patients and that such emotions between therapist and patient are natural and should be acknowledged. So then, my companion must have the capacity for love whether that love is romantic or platonic. A successful relationship in this endeavor cannot begin without the capacity for flourishing positive emotion between the two of us as would be inevitable in a close working relationship.

A brief description of my new book is in order. Only a few great mystics through the ages knew about a cosmic like force within the female species. I believe we see this concept in the idea of harems and this phenomena is also mentioned pragmatically in The Book of Mormon religion. I believe to be the first in giving this phenomena happening between men and women a name. I call this phenomena sporadically occurring on a cosmic level between men and women, the Heterosexual Nexus.

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So then, one might say we depart on a sacred journey to study love on the ethereal plane. Our relationship, whether platonic or romantic must be included in some chapter of the book. Great romance and passion in my young past built a Poet. Paradoxically, I have never known intellectual or spiritual love and connection. Fate taunts me with such love only in passing like ships in the night. I know she is there. Seems never to be our time. 

  Our wonderful universe ordains this book and I would never believe it is to be written without direct aid of an earth goddess. A great void exists on dating sites for freethinkers. So, I go to the blogosphere and virtual space to find a woman among women. Poet seeks someone unknowing of her magic, someone with deep thoughts, someone looking for higher destiny. Writers would be good for this collaboration but the capacity for love and higher thinking remain key. Qualifications appear more subjective, spiritual and intellectual. Back in the day, I never cared about the religion of my girlfriends. Same remains true for this… partnership. Really need someone to bounce new ideas off who owns an internal sounding board. Looking for a rare breed, someone looking for a spiritual adventure.

Successful partner in this endeavor shall be given co-writer credits and copyrights regardless of any literary contribution at publication. Further remunerations negotiable. Living in Las Vegas now, but this probably is not my final destination. I anticipate beginning research in one year so we have plenty of time to discuss all concepts, and associated matriarch society. Minimum time we need to spend together during the entire project estimated to be three months. All other contact can be virtual and cell phones. Please, send resume or cover letter with subject heading; 

Heterosexual Nexus

To:  paganpaine@gmail.com

LINKS

Cosmic Transference; The Heterosexual Nexus

Saving Lady Liberals Under Natal Venus

Cosmic Tracks of My Tears

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