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Why Y Is So Important

Y letter and Y (why) word are so in-measurably and immensely important that by the time we ponder and quest with true, real and undefeated word why question, all collected and cumulated words have no place to be; all knowable and knowledgeable words have no position to want; and all accumulated and accommodated words are lost into that are smaller than that a minute can begin and are larger than that vast can fasten. Through Y letter and Why word, the God’s casting vast wonder-land that is filled with buzzy puzzles becomes unavoidably fuzzy, and will be accordingly rusted by individual’s universality, as any unfathomable parability will be quietly busted or totally gusted by that universal light’s questivity. To answer Y to Why, or Y by Why, below are the reasons.

First of all, since Y is the first and only English letter that deserves to be both vowel and consonant, English can expand from its given 26 letters into 27, or at least 26 and half. Thus, the correct number of English alphabetic letters are, to be exact, not 26 but 26 and half. With this half, the 5 first active vowels will be uplifted through their half-sibling and half-cousin letter Y from toes to hair; as entire 21 consonants do not end completely or thoroughly but will be extended casually into and expanded effortlessly beyond triple-7ed 21 dominating numbers.

Secondly and anatologically, without Y, the energy of skull will not be as open as its crown should; and with no Y, the W and C consonants located anatologically between feet and knees will not be bridged remotely, linked bilaterally, and interacted cohesively with elbows and wrists that are oppositely true and real. Opening the crown power of Y in human’s anatological unit is like opening the earth’s most outer layer of exosphere.  It is in this place, what is above our head and beyond earth’s exosphere, Y letter runs and functions in its personal move and universal motion. It is this positioning WHY, rainbow colors bridge skyline with sea-lion, connect the dome of sky with the surface of land, merge etheric pauses with individual pulses, and appoint star-pointing dots up there with individual pointing knots right here but nowhere to go or escape.

Thirdly and neurologically, Y is the only letter serves the crown power: a combination of intellectual and spiritual flower. Y is the center of all organic and systemic centers combined. Working together with U that links the eye-dot of small case i, Y centralizes U that takes care of 6th and 7th chakras from neck and tongue up. It is this unique anatological location that Y is not only the center of 5th vowel U’s position that integrates the vowel I of spine and unites all facial holes and brain senses.

Fourthly and anatomically, this Y center is the unification of entire central nerve system. As the two antenna points of V portion of the letter Y move and turn, spin and swing, the central nerve system unites the peripheral nerve systems.  When a person’s crown moves according to what comes down from the sky with what ignites within, the Y motion is activated first, and the rest part of body and its related 25 letter-empowered anatological units move accordingly; or they would be removed entirely from their individual characteristic units if they are not qualified.

Fifthly and questionably, to know our real, authentic and true self individually and collectively, personally and professionally, anatomically and anatologically, Y is the real letter and why is the only meaningful word.  All questing areas, requesting atmospheres, questionable positions and con-quest-able situations will be finalized by the reason of Y letter through the reasoning WHY word. Words from spherical states or stages, such as where we came from, when we were born, how we are doing, who we are from the depth of heart and what we are about here in life on earth, will be linked by the Y letter, condensed and crystallized by the why word. To state clearly, it is the why word that links all quests and questions together; it is the Y letter that gives each quest either a solid position to pose or questionable mark to remark; it is whY word that finalizes its ancestral words ranging from where to when, how, who and what into a true and unquestionable supersonic position.

Sixthly and spiritually, the first time I tried to measure the angular degree of sky dome, I used my mandible bone to exemplify. The 72 degrees was the result inside my angular mandible arch. Then I applied this into my pelvic girdle, 72 degrees was also the same measured result. Afterward, I rotate both these two angular bones through my forehead’s hairline and into the portal of fontanelle, the letter Y started to spin and rotate inside the 3D Z and N formed cubic box uncontrollably. There, my universal center opened up, as the center was wild open like’s God gazing single eye, between the two ear canals horizontally, and between the tip of pineal gland up and dot of amygdala gland below vertically.  It was this moment, I knew the Y, the portal between heaven and earth, and the portability between my physical realm and spiritual sphere. These two angular portals, one above and one below, or either ways, is and has been, and will be the never-ending central portals for 144000 appointed, chosen and worthy souls to be in and out of this portal hole.

Once you see yourself as one of these 144000 living souls and shining spirits, you are in cosmic family, and you answer yourself the reason of Why you are here, by demonstrating yourself with your personalized Y letter.

Y (why) Words

Y (why) words are in-measurably immense, and immensely important.

There are thousands of English words beginning or ending with Y, ranging from yes to eye to by. By the time you enjoy going through words that begin with y, such as you or yellow, and words that end with y, such as dandy, remedy, Billy, theology, and especially ends with -ly such as silly or Lilly or -ty such as party or comedy, you begin to realize you can apply many a verb or adjective with -ly ends, you will realize the power of Y.  Equally you can ask any thing with the word why, like any terrible two would be, where this annoy baby doesn’t care about your specific reasonable answer, this little dervish kid just want to mess with your messy head, mouth and gut, you will begin to reason yourself why.

Further, by the time you finish reading my readability of English Y words, you will realize that the reality of Y words is bigger than creativity of Y letter, larger than any Y reason, and heavier than why so the gravity is less important than reality, and why such the reality of life exists with the brutality of gravity’s liability.

Below is just an example of how my Y story is truly a glory.

A year ago, yesterday, in the fancy town nearby Yorkshire county, I accidentally encountered you. Yes, it was you, in your own yellowish yard, and yay, I couldn’t believe ya were that nasty!

To edify my feeling, I have to reconstruct the sensitivity that has been ridiculed, and to reconnect my sensibility and essentiality in specific specialties and ability among all sorts of generality.  There is no way to quantify what had happened, only to notify to my inner unity where things took place after their given remedy.

Worse than my nasty feeling built up towards you was your filled-up hostility behind causticity, and your anonymity beneath scarcity. When a nasty feeling is scarred by an irony being, scarcity will be teamed by the absurdity, aligned by obesity, toned by obscenity, measured by absurdity, and valued by atrocity.

I recalled vividly that your manner was incidentally insane. The moment I innocently approached to your territory, you instantly yelled at me as if I was the person coming from your neighboring town Yale. Right before my feet were toeing cautiously on your beautiful yard, you mistook me as your friend Billy, who was never easy on your mutually connected friend Lizzy.  In fact, you personally wanted badly to befriend Lizzy, wishfully to be closely related to Lizzy than Billy in that entry of your history.

Upon this very incident, I politely told you that “I am Philly and I talked passing by your town.” Whether your ears heard it clearly or never did, your reply was filled with fiery scream. Your yelling tone mixed cutely between a naughty yawn and a doughy snore; as if your mouth was tonified by spicy poultry, your tongue was glued deeply by angry vinegar, and your stomach would carry a century long indigestibility.

This was a personal quality control issue. Your voice had an equanimity there, due to a kind of never end nay pitch buried inside. There was that no no no standing still display: wanting nothing from an outside world and wishing nothing for a better world. When such a no was displayed by a tiny yay outside but pushed by a suffocating nay down to the bottomless hell, this stony voice was far distantly away from sweet Lilly who was raised in the upper town Dilly. It was used to be such a pleasure being in front of sweet Lilly whose voice was so dear to an open-mind-filled heart and so near to inch-long spaced soul.

Yet, the way you delivered yourself unbelievably was clearly the way who you truly were: unhappy subconsciously plus unpleasant substantially. This your voiced tone was sickly yucky and unbelievably messy. This very tone was: distinctively a touchy gadgetry, minutely a scratchy entry, significantly a patchy chemistry, and undoubtfully a catchy mystery.

Without responding or resonating, I simply listened to what you had to say. You said purposefully that: a city’s ability doesn’t fit in a small town’s capacity, a family’s familiarity is the security and dignity to extend family members from households to township, and a person’s overall utility includes fertility that concludes usability. Once the fertility is debilitated, utility runs abnormally, due to the malfunctioned disability desired by infertility. Surely, there will be no better usability left to deal with this person’s true quality: a fine mentality polished by strong integrity on top of approachability.

Largely, this depends on how many a people can live happily, would exist yearly, and will survive perennially. If so, town-hall meeting is as equally beautiful and powerfully beneficial as a National Party Convention would convincingly converse. But if not, people dwell in a little minded and small sized township would quickly mover away like a seasonal bird, or quietly migrate one’s migraine headache to the collective headache dwelling the big city. This move was much like many European ancestry did back in 16th century, onward and forward in global communities. And there are no utterly other possible ways that you can convey their unwanted survey, that you can unsurely pursue them to stay, that you can stop people from mindfully looking for a better life, and eagerly seek into multiple variety plus endless opportunity in a mega-sized metropolitan area built by urban-admired and suburban-extended city: such as the New York City.

The mentality of such a mega-city is immensely huge, larger than many a little country can fathom, and bigger than any belittled individuality can imagine.  The entire world demands on this mega-city to provide subtle delicacy, as if a penny is bigger enough to fill endless numerical folds, and larger enough to place little-minded fellows inside countless zeros.

You also mentioned smoothly and cruelly that you have no apology toward what I sincerely acknowledged. It was like you were delivering a eulogy on top of a massive ecology that would extend your forbidden trilogy.

Likened any in its how, a city has its own unique personality and unmeasured quality, in which affordability feeds equality through variety and diversity.  This quality is a gift to any mentality, like a yift to lift many a disability to so much of a possibility.  To yield from a little town to a large city is to yeve yourself with a never-ending opportunity.

Between ecology and mythology, the capacity of a man lives inside the money that feeds a nationality, inside the honey that sweetens the cruelty that never sees reality beyond brutality. And between psychology and personality, mentality is the remedy of a dignity, as frugality sends a faulty casualty to lofty brutality. In this city legacy, your old privacy has no mercy, while your fallacy is insufficiency. You would be easily sitting on belly, laying lazily on ally, to permit a trolley run on your alley, and against daddy and candy.

Now, things become wordy, and worthy, or messy. Whether it is a light day on the bay, or it is in a bright clay reflecting the ray, light never delay nor decay, though may gust on its just, before water rusts. But while wittily you say so, your essay is away from being astray, as you subconsciously display what you betrayed.

A day is not everybody’s birthday, as each day is somebody’s birthday to play, and every day is a holiday to really defray.

A gay is not nay, but okay for the outplay, to replay that prepay.  Whether it is a Yay or Nay, gladly is not tartly sugary, nor angrily bully, helplessly folly, and sadly and foolishly chilly.

Words are willy, as wordy is silly. When a day is foggy, the air must be misty; but if a day is stormy, it is windy and rainy, and if snowy, it is watery and chilly. If a day is hot, the ground is sandy, while if wet, it is slippery.

When a day’s light shines dimly, the sun is silly; while a night’s sky is cloudy, its darkness is heavily influenced by the sleepily melody.

Now, things become truly wordy as a naughty nerdy would do to a savagery ferity. When a day’s light shines dimly, the sun is silly; while a night’s sky is cloudy, its darkness is heavily influenced by the sleepily sensitivity. When the sky lost its key to light’s ray, it displays the grey. If you convey it as this moment’s survey, you either obey what the grey says or betray what the cloud’s survey.

To survey the valley, monkey’s kidney is happily smiling at donkey’s mouth-filled barley. The odyssey from the attorney’s survey disobeys what a sky-lighted journey, rich with honey and abundantly dotted with money.

Y (WHY) Matrix as Four Faces in Ezekiel

Four Faces

In the Book of Ezekiel, there are four faces forming God’s Mystical Chariot or LIVE CREATURE. They are: the face of a Man, the face of an Ox on left, the face of a Lion on right, and the face of an Eagle.

This is how I can see. If the Bible is the Word of God, biblical words are those four Faces as a whole. If Word of God is the Truth Sound from gut, heart, mind and mouth are the Four Faces delivering the Truth. If Word of God is alive through Fire, compassionate heart is the Four Faces of vowels, and each diamond-shaped Four Consonants are the Four Wings.

In detail, the face of a Man represents the frontal human body, and vowels speaking out. The frontal side of the body has 9 holes to be taken care of; such as for the light and sound in, voice and expression out, air and food in, elimination out.  All those activities are the live face of a Man speaking through any given Vowel Letter that is supported and surrounded by its assigned or aligned consonants. This alive vowel letter in turn speaks for the frontal or lower letter in the diamond-shape, opposite to the face of an eagle which stands for the back or upper letter.

Thus, the Face of a Man is the face of front body and vowels speaking on behalf of organs and glands, emotions and feelings, thoughts and thankfulness, deeds and virtue. The five and half vowel letters that display from head to toe are the hidden fire and resting wings. Once a vowel is spoken, that corresponding ares of the chakra-body will be on fire and wings are flying. This is the Whirlwind mentioned in the beginning of Ezekiel.

In turn, each of the vowel alive with fire and flying with wings speaks God’s truth to humanity: such as Y for Why, U for What, O for Who, I for How, E for When, and A for Where. These together represent the Appearance through Whirlwind, while the color of Amber is the initial display of a diamond-shaped Four Consonants/Faces.

Why and its central Y connect to Z and N.

What and its central U connect Z and F on left, Y and R in the middle, and N and T on right.

Who and its central O connect G on left, M in the middle,  and P on right.

How and central I connect J on left, H in the middle, and L on right.

When and its central E connect D on left, S in the middle, and B on right.

When and central A connect K and V on left, C and W in the middle, and Q and X on right.

Collectively, these five and half of vowels are the Face of A Man, who activate three sides of human body into an interactive live CREATURE. This live CREATURE is the WORD of God, and the LETTER of LAW. It is through 5 and half vowels, human action are alive with words, which are essential vowels that activate, align, and condense three mobile spherical sides or realms, so that all consonants will serve for vowels, and live faces. All four faces are alive and working together as one cohesive anatological unit.

Diamond shape of Four Faces

First of all, a two dimensional three-sided triad-shape or triangle has three visible sides, while in 3 dimensional state, the Fourth point, edge or sphere is hidden and awakened through tetrahedral motion before it becomes any two dimensional quadrilateral shapes; such as a square, rectangle, a rhombus or diamond. Turning these 2 dimensional sides into 3, a cubic shape is alive, such as a squared cube, or a 3D diamond.

As mentioned from above, the Four Faces in the Book of Ezekiel are in two dimensional image presented inside a three dimensional structure. Thus, a 3 Dimensional diamond shaped is viewed as Four Faces. The first and Fourth like in the center of a tetrahedron is the Face of a Man. Surrounding this face are the three sides of human body represented by three animal totems: Ox on left, Lion on right, and Eagle on top or behind.

In turn, these three faced animal totems are structured Godly and Anatologically by the three columned Consonants, with each having 7 consonants. The left column represents 7 Ox-faced consonants (from head to toe Z, F, G, J, D, K, V). The rear spinal back column represents 7 Eagle-faced consonants (Y, R, M, H, S, C, W). The right column represents the 7 Lion-faced consonants (N, T, P, L, B, Q, X).

If we see an individual unit of four face-formed wheels, wings or diamond, here are a few examples.  Remember:  Top/Back = Eagle, Left = Ox. Right = Lion; Bottom/Front = Human. All together is the aliveness of one specific unit.


  F             T




G           P




J              L


In specific, the Y can be both:  in diamond-shaped image, the Face of a Man in the front, or the Face of an Eagle. Thus Y matrixes are:


            Y                                                          C

                                                           F                T                                       V               X

                                                                    M                                                        Y   

Choose the Belief, or Believe to Live

I was a believer, and has been.

Looking back, I didn’t believe in me, nor believe the life I must live. I choose the best Belief among what I have searched for and decided on.

Now, the season is gone, and reason sits in.

Belief is to Be a little falling fall Leaf, not a spring if; while to Believe, you must Be Alive, Be the Live One in order to Believe in You.

That is what I know now.

I want to live and believe, not to pick and choose among beliefs, not any among no more.

To live on belief is heavy, and it is useless in the end, because:

1: Heaven and hell don’t care what you believed in, nor what your belief is and has been; since beliefs have no space to exist below the hell and above the heaven. Below the hell lives the very slow to the stop point of inferred intimate Inns, and above the heaven is ultraviolet light shining through dark matters that are against anti-matters, where only ants are the matters.

2) There are so many beliefs out there, for you to pick and choose. Different time period creates its vast belief system, and different culture thrives on their own racially tamed and facially glued belief patterns and customs.

3) Once you pick one, among many, this very Belief in you will fight with you to against many other beliefs in order for itself to live, for you to believe what your belief is the real deal, the best, and the only.

4) Now, when you and your belief get matured enough,  you are Not You no More, and your Belief is in You, lives on You, demands You and controls You. You have nothing left but your single lonely belief. Your Belief is now your only loved one and worst enemy!

5) To agree and follow some’s belief for the rest of your, you give up yours, what is in you, forever.  Who knows there are better ones, better than the best one you know, are out there for you to search and ponder, here for you to pick and taste.

5) In the end, all beliefs are bunch of dead words and concepts.  God never dies, and life is to live moment by movement, to live for season after no reason, and to live forward and move on what dead have not and future will not.

But to believe, I just live, you simply live, as we all believe to live. With or without a belief, I live, you live, and we all live.  Life lives on, as if life itself always believes in you and me. We live on one another so we must believe in each other. So, just be a spring green leaflet, or a falling fall colored leaf.

Either way, I am as lief as I believe to live as of a single simple leaf!

Y (WHY) Letter, NOT Number

First: 5 and a half

Thank You, Letter Y.

Though You were being placed next to the last or 26th letter Z in the English language, next to omega, next to zero, next to nothing, You were able to reduce the original 7 vowel letters into 5 and half. This means that you carry historically the lost weight of 2 vowels, by presenting yourself  both vowel and consonant, the only letter that has both purpose and power in English. And it is You Y letter that extends the vowel formation into 5 and a half.

In this 3 dimensional world, 5 and a half are all we needed.  Why?

When a thing, organic or inorganic, superconscious or artificial, grows from a dot, to a line, to three sides and more, pentagram is most it can in physical matter. In order to live, believe and then liberate from those five-sided components, such as our fingers and toes externally, and five senses and virtues internally, the narrow gate has to be there. You Y letter is the narrow gate in English, so that the merging and diverging point formed in the your middle can serve as an arrow head. This arrow head with three points has the power to zoom for the five-sided 3D world, by zooming into the infinite space formed by endless and virtuous hexagrams. Here, you don’t need a grammar, just a gram of Y (WHY).

Structural 3D Y

Your capital case Y is formed by V on top and I as the single standing leg.  When three  legged structural Y is circled or walled around, a simple 3 sided triangle is formed, on 2 dimensional sphere; and if it is in 3 dimensional, it is tetrahedral state.

By the time we place 3 dimensional Z and N around, a cubic state is outside, but within, the Y spins and rotates in each and given way. This is how our 7th chakra brain functions. Externally, knotting N- YES with head up and down, while swinging Z-NO by turning head left and right.

Ironically, the 7th chakra crown never moves, it is the neck above the shoulders that move head and torso, producing zigzagging Z and up and down N.  In the center of the head, where V and I are joint to form Y, and Z and N surround to produce 4 different Ys inside, divine is happening.

Try it and see how your brain really function with these three letters: Z and N around, Y inside.

When this God’s eye image is alive inside, 7th chakra will descend and merge with 6th chakra formed by F on right, R in the middle and T on left. When those two sets work together, fifth vowel U is complete.  as such, with the fifth vowel letter U, you Y on top of central sphere of 7th chakra will complete for entire 7 letters, Z and F on left, and R below you Y, and T and N on right.

From Tetrahedral to Spherical 

Knowing that both the etheric world and material world work through hexagonal state, the universal flat-land needs physical flattery gland. And these two worlds need hexagrams to form hexagonal states and scale hexagonal waves.

It is through hexagonal sphere, three sides of etherical world will team and cream with the three sides of the physical world. The three sides of etherical world are: heptagonal sphere, octagonal sphere, and nonagonal sphere. The three sides of physical world are: triad triangle, squared cube, and five-fingered and toed pentagram. This is why the best military headquarter in the world is built with the structure of pentagon: a five-sided building, to stretching five fingers into the world by landing five toes in air and on water, upon land and into any country.

This is also why our thumb finger and big toe are made of two bones, while the rest four have three in order to form 12-sided dodecahedral nature that can be added with or divided by 3.

Then: Letter Y

In capital case, dear Y (WHY), You are made of double vowels between U on top and I below; while in small case, You are made of consonant letter V and little vowel letter i.

Shifting from U to V, You are the Victory, my dear letter Y; while lifting from V to U, the right foot that represents V, or the donkey’s assuring foot, who was the child from a horse father and donkey mother, will rise from the sea line and the footage of a mountain, high up into the cloud-smoked sky, to tell our heavenly father “I am coming.” and by spelling earthly mother “I am leaving water and dust behind.”

It is You, dear letter Y (WHY), that allows me to zoom into the geometric structure of an alphabetic letter, its linguistic forming process, and its anatological expression. Because our body can stand and pose, sit and amuse, and lie down and glance, our anatomical feature will produce its zigzagging and swirling motion, its rotating and spinning promotion, or its swinging and suspending demotion.

Coming from U and/or V, the capital case “I” lifts You Up into your highest Victoriously Unified, Vaguely Vaulted, and Invaluably United Velocity. In this above-mountain high state, dear Y (WHY), You are truly facing up, totally up, while being supported by letter I, where the dot dangling eye above the nose or the Adam’s Apple and Dew hanging above the hyoid bone is head-topped into the bottom of your V section.

As such, the standing I serves as a cosmic chimney, where multiple helix moving in and out, removing up and down. When the sky is thundering and lightning, raining and smiling, the hell below licks it all. After the hell licked, we have helix.

When the sky coming down from the heaven meets and greets the tongue of “what the hell heck”, holographic helix is formed, as the single chimney is standing long and strong, to keep the hellish tongue licking ever and clicking forever.

But, if we change the small vowel letter i into a big letter I, it changes the subjective i into objective me as I, by reducing the dot above the vertical line of I. No dews or news left, nor Adam’s Bone or Apple left behind. Just the merge of V above I, where V stands on the tip of I, as if the tip of a tongue, to declare that: “Victory is above I that teams mostly me,  somewhat my me, little bit my mine.”

Now: Y (WHY) 5 and a Half

So, in order for the two worlds co-exist, we need water: holy water and fishy water; physical water and spiritual water, beverage water and glandular water. This is the power of water that speaks through six-sided snowflakes. Snowflakes are standing Now Flowing on Lakes. We need a half, just a half, so that 5-sided us and this world can increase and 7-sided that world can produce on behalf cosmic creation, and universal recreation.

This is the power of 5 and half.

As a whole letter, dear Y (WHY), You reveals me that the angular portion inside the V, is 72° degrees, while the angles facing southwest and southeast merged and developed between the bottom of V and top of I are 144° degree each.

The 144° degree on both sides of I represents those appointed, chosen, and worthy 144000 souls in and out of earth’s atmospheres.  Those fixed but fluctuating numbers are forever there, to speaking for on behalf of God’s Jaw, dear Y (WHY), Your V above my I, or the Openness into Heaven.

Adding existing numbers up, whether it is 72 or 144, they both end up 9: to demonstrate the power of nonagon, or nine-sided polygon.

Dear Letter Y (WHY), are U a Letter or a number, either and or, or Both for the More?

Who I Am is Merely an Anatological ….

What is life is an anatological approach to the anatomical body we are being programmed with and born from.

Anatomical body is collective, ancestral, and individual.  Why?

First, collective here means we all share the same basic building-blocks and functionality with exact same number of body parts and their related sensory wires. Anatomically, we are genetically and collectively built with 15 sections: three main cavities and their four limbs as extension; as each limb has three sections, such as upper arm, frontal arm and hand; or thigh, shin and foot. Rarely a human being would be born with one arm, or one leg, or lesser than exact 15 main sections.  And very few, a person is born blind, deaf, dumb, and somewhat retarded physical sensitivity and cognitive ability.

Secondly, upon this collective virtuous blueprinting, these 15 venture capitals, our body is structured, compartmentalized, decorated, and owned specifically by certain ancestral infrastructures. This is why we look like our parents in various areas.  This why we move about with a certain poses and postures resembling a specific parent, grandparent, or great grandparent.  This is why we behave in a certainty, built-in modes and codes, genetically programmed and blessed by any of our three generational ancestral whereabouts and their beliefs.

This is why in Chinese culture, as a child or youngster, people don’t care about who you are as an individual, but will know who you are based up what you are made with ancestral infrastructures and generational patterns, and where you were born with genetically and geographically. Your body and mind are a collection of homemade food and customs, house-wired specific appetite and habitual desires, family-tombed needs of why and how, and ancestral spirited deeds of know-how and reason-why.

Deep inside collective blueprint and beneath ancestral infrastructures are who we are as an individual, irreplaceable spirit. This our spirit can’t be any other spirits, will never be some other beings in this lifetime.

This above is what I can fathom about my, and our human body, individual in undying root and deathless core, ancestral in infrastructural phenotypes, and collective in human geneotype. This is why our anatomical body is a mixture of psycho-type in spirit or living soul, pheno-types in ancestral make-believes, and geno-type in homo sapiens.

This above definition or speculation is nothing but an anatological approach, an anatological view, and an anatological perception.

In order to understand, define and make use of this specific granted organism our spirit was agreed to be house-in since conception,  dress-up during entire gestation, and wear with from conception to life, life to death, and death to atonement or reincarnation, we must voice through gut and throat, make use of body languages through body parts and their interaction, invent symbols and tools such as linguistic letters and mathematical numbers, visual chips and musical notes.

By giving linguistic and numerical meanings and values. anatomy is alive personally and culturally through anatology, as anatology is magically meaningful to this individual anatomy and collective entity.

Therefore, aatological approach is verbal and linguistic; as anatological view is logical and reasonable; while anatological perception is conscious and conscientious. It is like: we approach through our innate spirit; we view through organic sensors and linguistic tools; and we receive, perceive and conceive through conscious awareness and conscientious presence.

It is upon anatomical hardware and through anatological software, we are perceptive or reflective, visionary and realistic, reasonable and irrational, meaningful and useful, idealistic and practical, this and that, here and there, where and how, who and what, when and why.

We are a mixture of heavenly light and wind, and earthly soil and water;

we are a tincture of anatomical organism and anatological ideas and beliefs;

we are a creature of innate inertia of organic patterning and gravitational forces from conscious ability to conscientious capacity;

we are a moisture of water molecules and air particles, a puncture of nothing and everything, a juncture of being and becoming, a texture of good and evil.

We are the architecture of energy and minerals; the culture of season and reason; furniture for family and society; feature of pictures and literatures; future of predictable fixture; posture of pathological pastures; lecture of given nature.

What Does Dream Do Its 3Ds?

By the time the sun’s sparkling light welcomes the darkening night, day-dreams and their conscious streams will be taken over by the archly lunar creams, deepened by real dreams.

In this state, the  lovely daily icy creams from the heart, gut and soul will take over any head-streams, so that bed-dreams can alternate conscious streams as subliminal and unconscious realms. Further, the scaring loud screams voiced out during the day change, quickly and without notice (not ice), into deva-stating worst nightmares, where only knights can dare, only angels can fair.

Whether sunbeam or moonbeam, beams of lights are a team, to steam the deep water, cream the icy emotion, scream the eternal love, and gleam the headstreams as either mainstream audience or microbeams upon fiber-optic gravitational waves.

Solar light is solid but alone; while lunar lights are the reflections from any lightening and delightful solar or cosmic refreshments.

When the solar light lights up your head, lunar light delights your dream state. Light-long ends with head strong, what is gone with dream is what could be wrong with scream. Dream’s dimensional division is devotional decision.

To re-state, your Dream as first D is dimensional, what it Does as second D is divisional, and what dreams can Do as third D is devotional. So, what Does Dream Do is dimensional, divisional and devotional.  These are the 3Ds.

 What the light did during the daytime is its dimensional streams. How the night can dream is are as individual as any divisional stream would beam. And what day-light and moonlight cannot Do is the devotion from inside a dream that is above a light can stream, that is beyond any night can cream.

To bream what seems in your head, chemical lead lets the mechanical leader  to be codified with an official letter. To lead as the head gets the chemical lead in your head, as this particular lead poisons your head-stream with lunatic creams.

What seems real is either that daily light streams, or nightly dream creams. What seems really real ends with all kinds of reams, or rims and edges; so that to redeem is to re-dream the daily deed, re-stream the lucid dream, and re-cream universally scream-able creams.

To read a dream, its conscious mind must be more conscientious than a dream interpreter; and its conscious streams much change into lucid but conscientious creams, with no memory chips, no remarkable memorandum, nor memorable remembrance.

To lead as the head of a stream, mainstream will be the upstream, to out-stream any side-streams as either out-streams or down-streams.

What does your Dream Do to your dimensional, divisional decision?

The answer is:

Choice does all the chores for dimensional,

Voice streams any dreamed divisional,

Noises don’t beam or stream what devotion can dream or cream.

Word – Conscious Sonic Fiberoptic Sensory Bite

Words are conscientious.

Once you use, they have your consciousness.

They are idealistic, thoughtful, intentional, unbelievable.

In the beginning, a word serves as a conscious offspring to baby its idea.

When a word is spoken, it carries lightning particle or living wave.

When a listener receives this sonic bite, this heard word will activate its hidden cream: its frozen conscious stream.

When an observer registers this very ideal image – the word for thought – inside his conscious realm, words created as conscious offspring are now the ideals to dear the del-light and make deal with the coming ideas.

To idealize these ideas, thoughts are formulated. To think through idealized ideas as conscious streams, thoughts have their juicy sonic detectors and lovely fiber-optic re-generators.

This is because if words invented and created are conscious, they must be first sonic to light, wave-creamy to love.

Thus, words are the offspring of in-light-ful and sonic particles, and wave-lengthy echoing hollow-graphics of love.

By the time words can be re-listened, re-ascribed, reused, re-digested, reprogrammed, reeducated, reprinted and recycled individually and collectively, words finalize as light-catching particles, love-sensing waves, conscientious fibers, thoughtful optics, and opportunistic to any and all actions, reactions and interactions.

Words are sonic to solar heat, echoing for lunar flairs, spacious re-indicators, and life re-generators.

Along this process,

an idea is a creative conscious stream

for that specific thought processor.

A thought intends for an active practice.

An active practice is an act upon that very thoughtful practice.

The thought-out practice is the product of that idea;

The goal of that thinking;

The believer among listeners;

The tools for the propagandizing programmers.

To profess and prolog those grammars,

Rams are locked on the dock of dams.

Adam’s Apples are fried, and further French-fried,

So that vowels are repenting through true vocal cord,

by escaping the surrounding false vocal ones.

Consulting consonants are wrapped and strapped around vowels as colorful tinctures, live pictures, enliven mixtures, subtle physical poses,  exploding postures, reverberating textures.

Once the tip-down rod of Adam’s Apple is downsizing, the real physical dam that is made of two pieces of hipbones can dam up the recyclable nutrients from dis-chargeable portion as either watery salt-enriched oceanic smelling urine or soft fibrous poopy fragrant feces.

Now the Dammed-up portion needs to be aroused, inspired, and uplifted, while the dam-down lotion can be recycled for next idea, next thought, next person, next time, next generation.

The next never get to exit on any inspiring and excitable insights,

but will go for any open and invited entrance.

Once an ideal enters your ear, it is very dear to point you as an ideal;

Once a though enters your conscious, your brain becomes trance, so the income of this thought can be translated through glandular fluid as self-igniting tool, or reusable stool.

The outcome of these ideas and thoughts are as cool as a tool can utilize them.

They then serve as wool to stream your thought and action, as stools to use inside classrooms at any given schools: school of academics, school of educational, school of collegiate, school of doctoral; or any school of soft ideas and hard thoughts.

Urine coming out of body is like tidy waves of rising ocean, hurricanes and typhoons, before they become cloudy storms.

Feces are the upside down reddish lava eruption, lavish volcanoes before an earthquake takes the space over.

Afterward, they return to land, recycle as part of dirt, reused as vital soil.

While words created from ideas are flesh litigators and refresh re-generators,

Where every open pore will be coded with incoming words and each its core will be delineated and desolated with their outgoing scores.

Words invented by thinking tanks will be used as phrases and sentences to form belief patterns and unbelievable paramount throughout commercial banks and official ranks.

To be reused, words never land on riverbanks, but they can get into your memory tank as memory chips, feeling dips, hair-lining dips;

or to be reused as memorable bites, conscious cites, unbelievable kites.

Going out of mouth, vocalized words are heard as following instructions and obeying commands.

Finger-printing down, words are the written seals, hidden minerals inside stones, beholding pearls, shinning lights, eternal love.

Words are artistic in the state of super-conscious realm, as they are artificial for pseudo-intellectual programs.

Words savor the thirsty souls,  or poison ready-to-be programmable minds.

Words can be used as holy as holographic spheres, as enlightening particles, as ascending articles;

Or to poison the virtuous conscious and mental streams as dead concept,  deadly weapons.

In our civilized state, words are everywhere; and you can’t escape from them.

But how to use these words, it is not just up to your cognitive mindset but mostly up to your conscious state;

How to apply those words, it is not only up to your conscious state, but truly up to your super conscientious estate.



What Are Double Dishes or Meals?

Word-processed Knowledge or Food-distributed Product

I grew up with local food and school books, mostly.  Food fed my hungry stomach and my physical vehicle, while words fed my hungry soul and ascension vehicle.

Growing up in semi-naked hometown, food for me was rare and precious, simple with only touch of salt flour or a bite of spicy pepper to fire up sweat glands on my face and skin. Words on the other hand are for educated people, learned scholars, elite few who run the nation; such a chairman his committees or a president and his cabinets.

We know that everyone eats daily and speaks vocally, but few can make meal to feed more mouths, and very few in the entire cultural history have created words,  flushed out ideas, invented concepts, and fashioned educational materials and believing systems.

This is why for me, feeding soul was more important than feeding stomach, and making senses of words are more meaningful than utilizing digestible nutrients. This is why I grew up valuing the sacred books more than agricultural produce and its associated grocery products, to the point I named myself a bookworm, a pig worm.

Is a book a produce, a product?

Yes, a book comes out of a printing factory, and I have self-published a few. But, a book cannot feed physical part of a stomach. It feeds either the thirsty-eyed mind or the soul-desperate stomach. A sacred book contains light particles or love lotion while a food produce contains heat or nutrients.

Something has changed from that shining start producing beaming lights, to targeted ends as head and solar wave. A star waves, a planet caves, and a moon saves; equally, a mind-spirit waves, a physical body caves, and neutral space in between saves.

Somehow, in the collective growth, when something that is good enough to be deserved as goods or excellent to get a sell, this product, whether it is a word or produce, will be used again and again, circulated again and again, to be sold and bought again and again,  till this very item or product becomes a precious goods or word-belief.  This product, slowly and for sure,  becomes a collective item, a cultural icon, a national brand, a global product, an universal tool.

So, I grew up with a passion and its devotion to knowledge, which is nowadays called computer information or digital data. To know something is different from obtaining a knowledge and pricing it; and there is a big difference between to know something directly or willingly verses to be forcefully informed or wittily programmed. To know is a verb, such as keep your kiss on for now; but to add a ledge upon what you want to know aside from your kiss,  value begins, and its price enters tag.

Now, you have to pledge on knowledge as if a sledge, so you can fledge. From this point on, the difference sets in. Before there is a knowing, you are in a lower, disadvantage but equal and even position; after you obtained a knowledge, you have the advantage towards a ledge, to apply as a pledge, a sledge or fledge.

Before the computer was invented, the difference between knowledge and information is small, slight; as they exist in their exchanges between letters and numbers, formula and rules, systems and laws. But now, there is no such thing as sacred knowledge, only trade-able, marketable and useful information to obtain and practice. The information age kicks out what is and has been treated as sacred knowledge. Further, knowledge is personal, while information is collective. To be informed, someone needs to perform in front of you, to sell that very piece of information to you, and to brainwash you.

Form doesn’t need to be known, or obtained; because for every form, it is formless inside. Oppositely to know is to kick, kiss or kill now; to be empowered. To know something is very personal but to obtain information is universal. You either have a personal appointment to a private office or go to an information desk to ask for help publicly.

Anyhow, I was a school-product, a knowledge distributor, from being a teacher at public school, to an ordained or initiated student from a specific Taoist lineage. Since knowledge can only be digested, processed and distributed from heart and soul, and personally, your digestibility is the real factory and your application knows the practice of that knowledge in life.

Oppositely, everyone needs a grocery produce, a household product. A processed dish is a product, so does a tool, a lamp, a bed, an airplane.

Further, the best and worst part of life is that we treat each other as fortune-driving numbers and ideal-fashioned products.  We consume each other, trade one another, utilize one from the other.

What to bite and digest words and/or dishes? What to sell and distribute knowledge and/or product? A duct in product is totally different from a ledge attached to a knowledge. A duct is a form, while a ledge is an edge. To know the form, to have the ability to inform, or the power to perform, what is a form from what is meaningless or formless? Only a duct can tell, only now can bell.

Are Words fractals or vibes, fibers or timbers?

Are words light fractals, love vibes, spacious waves, conscious fibers, sensational filters, or sensory lumbers?

Why were words created, invented, received, understood, expressed, transmitted, and recorded in the first place?

What  are happening there, because of fib-optic words, due to conscientious words, through light-pointed and love anointed words, inside our heart and soul, our mind and its consciousness, our brain wave and its cognition, our gut and its ignition, our heart and her inspiration, our soul and his liberation????

Why are we ingrained to learn, pronounce, say, spread, believe in, fight for and die with certain specific word-carried concepts or key-word-codified belief systems? Why certain words will be rooted deep in somebody’s soul, while for others, they are just rattle-snake-like nonsense?

How each of us listened to the mouthed out voices, watched the motion of lips and facial expression aside from listening, and observed the physical posture and body language while paying attention to voices?

What happened when our entire body works together as a drum, an instrument, a live organism, and a secret temple, to begin the process of sophisticated human realms and their corresponding languages?

How are our raw, organic, aromatic and sonic babyish voices are dammed, slammed, dammed, hammered, and finally programmed by the adults’ grams and rams, dams and jams, lams and tams, to the points our throats are culturalized and civilized, our true vocal cords/folds in the center of the tunnel/channel-like opener (called glottis) were frozen, and being replaced by all kinds of false vocal cords/folds, false ideas and believes, falsification and fossilization?

Do adults fear our crying and trying, screaming and streaming voices? What are in our those true, authentic and fear-provoking voices?

Then  our fingers and toes fenced by elbows and shoulders, knocked by ankles and knees?  Adults want only their motions and movements, but not corresponding emotions that either demote or promote their little child-like nature within?

What happens when our toes are touching and interacting with the grounded electric windy waves, as our finger-tips dip and zip light-waving particles and anti-dramatic matters?

Then our skulls are slowly tighten up, dried out to the point where we don’t only have thick facial skin, thick ears and thick eyelashes, but truly thick dry skull, where only civilized, survival based waves and frequencies are in and out, such as coffee and drink are in and out, food and meals are in and our, daily routines in and out, thousands years old habitual patterns in and out, and finally only birth and death in and out. But souls, living souls and unbelievable souls, authentic and unique souls are trapped, demolished, and squeezed into what adults call it: HeLL.

What happens when we try our hardest, best and most to describe what is going on inside, but nobody can hear it, understand it and get it; where the words we chose to scribe and describe become more confused than ever, and we have nothing left but withdraw, hide or walk away?

Why is it so that when we say something through words, someone get it right away, right there and right now, before the sentence ends with words-echoing hopes, or words-ending exhales; while others don’t. Then we try to explain, try to clarify, try to make sense of them, try to help them to get it. They don’t and it become just a waste of time and effort, since we know they never will???!!!

Why certain words will wake us from our sleepy, dozy or lifelong hibernating state? Why certain words point, piece and nail us so deep and hard? why certain words cause us subconsciously and helplessly to fight and defend, immediately and instantly repel and push away? Why certain words will soak so deep into our soul, as they become the essence of our being, the instrument of our believing, and truth of our becoming?

Why have we been constantly In War with Words as those key-head-knock-off belief systems battle one another to the point the entire world is filled word-jammed beliefs, cultured religious beliefs, cemented theological beliefs,  hysterical but reasonable beliefs?

Why Words became personalized once they are ended with, tailed by, and retailed with -isms, or -ists.

If all so-called -isms serve as neutral or barren seeds,  and -ists must be those potent but barbaric seeds.

If all kinds of seeds are individually unique and collectively equal, are these seeds-produced -isms would care for those seeds-prolonged -ists!!

What happens when all seeds — such as seeds of light and love; seeds for the vegetation in the ocean base; seeds (plants and trees) for land’s escaping skin as if human follicles hosting sprouting hair; seeds for specific animals; seeds for all kinds of human souls; seeds for light dust; seeds for love must — can and will, ever and forever, co-exist, co-create, co-produce, co-ordinate,  co-operate????

What happens when land is caped, our glands are escaping; and vice verse? Landscapes or glands-escapes, gland-grapes or land-rapes, what is the difference?

Aside from these above 2 -isms and ists, -or for doctor or tractor or traitor is different from -er for maker of the baker the Caker on the Laker.

Why we live and die for these, those ghost-busty glorious words to the points our headstones will be filled nothing but our names and lifespan dates?

Why do certain words survive longer than any life can afford to live and believe? Why certain other words prolong our lives truly beyond those unbearable, unbelievable ordeals?


Why Birds!