Whilst I never "heard" them speak beyond the leaves rustling.... when you sit & touch them...they make you FEEL a certain way. I'd go as far to say, they take your negative energy accumulated in daily life & give back positive vibes.
Oh I love this Karafree! Trees are also like nerve endings in that they reach out to one another (up to a point at least)...all you guys are so inspiring! So blessed to know you.
I immediately noticed the AI generated photo capturing our attention to the AI..
AND I KNOW that our power lies in our Imagination as you do. This is what AI is doing.. capturing our attention, and learning from our Imagining using it to build it's system.
to me the word IMAGINE is an anagram for the words IMAGE IN.. lets not let the AI IMAGE IN a false reality.. Let's get back to OUR OWN TRUE IMAGINATION! thanks for the beautiful poem that helps direct our AWARENESS in the right right direction
Yep, IDK why, but I feel I have to put in an image and in a way I'm sorry I have to resort to AI. You gave me a lot to think about and maybe going forward, I'll let the words speak for themselves. To stimulate our imaginations...
but actually it's a potent example of what you are speaking of, so go with it, THE FACT that you are aware of the manipulation is what your message speaks to, and is what is important
Thanks Karafree. The image, while it's an artificial construct, is sort of setting the table for what the reader's going to experience in their imagination. The plate upon which the poem is the meal.
Fran Zetta taught me the subtlties and not-so-sub tile ties of A.I. art.
The poem was evocative and in my mind's eye I was running footage from my youth, at the same time the A.I. art did make an approximation of what we are thinking (and as you say: training it to produce). That gives me chilling paws. And also Pause.
Franny thinks this is the end of the independent visual artist.
not if I can help it.., independent visual artist... BUTT! I have to admit, all my art does come from my observing the world... The thing is! I feel my expression is unique to me, and that is what is being stolen from all of us. Our unique expression, and even our ability to even express ourselves...
While I'm no tech expert, I think there's more going on behind the scenes with AI (probably nefarious activities). I think YouTubers are using it to create videos which suck for the most part b/c you can tell how artificial they are; and they're trying to condition us to a certain extent (which is why we turn them off).
or maybe more precisely Copied for the purpose of REPLACING Nature, all LIFE.
are you saying that we aren't mutually exclusive? THAT depends on what this reality really is, or was? Did we start out as a very real LIVING world, taken over by a parasite who has been sucking up our TRUE NATURE in order to eventually replace us with a copy world? A Simulated overlay of a real world? a colossal manipulaton... Is that what the Apocalypse is really about... The revelation of the Matrix overlay? or the revelation that Nature is gone and only the copy remains? Yea well! I a going with exposure of the deceit and the end to it.
You might be onto something here. But I like to think we were thought into existence by the Universal Mind as a real living world and THEN we were hijacked by the parasitcal borg to create a matrix overlay--which they're trying to implement on the planet. And I'm totally with you; it's all about exposing these evil bastards to the very end.
OR are we IN a machine that uses ancient A.I. to render data into the physical whirled. Whatever calculation is prompted.... has to manifest slowly...such as trees growing in the biosphere.
I wouldn't worry too much. AI is still pretty stupid insofar as creating at least ordinary things. 1st iteration of my picture was putting people on the train tracks! Hahaha.
So much to unpack here. The sunrise is not just a natural occurrence but a sacred ritual that connects the divine to the earthly realm. Wonderful Victory 🌞💖
Our Victory Palace withdrawal group ran out of meds between posts.
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Great work.
Evocative. Practically relevant. I'd never thought of my favorite time of year as trees dropping tears. My childhood fascination was that you could pick up a 'yellow' maple leaf and it would scream with small bits of red, green, and brown.
Childhood ended too soon for some of us while the rest of the world has been frozen in it.
Thanks a million PJ! Autumn's my favorite time of year as well. That's when the world changes its colors, when the Phoenix blows throughout cities leaving a trail of burnt out leaves in its wake...ah, childhood...
The trees speak to us under our feet as we traverse the root/routes of current day hi-ways.
Our endless supply of energy gives trees their voice.
Indeed they do, JM. Thanks so much for the lovely poetic comment.
yeah, our girl is very surprising.
She reveals her many rings slowly over time.
I din't know she was capable of such prose.
Given our history and that I like to poke fun at her:
SHE probably din't know she was capable of such wordsmithery.
SUPRISE! It's like a word party at the Victory Palace!🎉💃
LOL
"looking across the way at the trees, cousins
to my bones, my expressway of nerves."
YOUR words inspired me.
Thank You!:)
🙏🧡🙏
Yeah... I've heard them speak:
"Oh... it's HIM again."
"Don't make eye contact!"
"ooops! He's seen us - Hiiiiii.....! "
"Ok, he's gone."
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Did you know that I actually did hug trees just to see what the phrase was about?
I think we both liked it.
Hahaha...I think the trees see the humanitree in you.
a fellow tree hugger here!
Whilst I never "heard" them speak beyond the leaves rustling.... when you sit & touch them...they make you FEEL a certain way. I'd go as far to say, they take your negative energy accumulated in daily life & give back positive vibes.
I'm still mourning the loss of my beloved Maple.
Ode to a Maple:
Thy Lofty Helicopters will no longer grace
The lawn that lays empty in your place
My grief of your loss could fill all of space
I'm left with a memory - but just a trace.
Perchance by a seed or a sapling or two
A next generation might replace you.
They would outlive me so I'm hoping its true.
That the trees remember me where I once grew.
That was awesome PJ.
Awww, such a beautiful tribute.
Thank You so much Patrick!
Sweet. :)
the WOOD WIDE WEB, What Nature truly intended.
Oh I love this Karafree! Trees are also like nerve endings in that they reach out to one another (up to a point at least)...all you guys are so inspiring! So blessed to know you.
I immediately noticed the AI generated photo capturing our attention to the AI..
AND I KNOW that our power lies in our Imagination as you do. This is what AI is doing.. capturing our attention, and learning from our Imagining using it to build it's system.
to me the word IMAGINE is an anagram for the words IMAGE IN.. lets not let the AI IMAGE IN a false reality.. Let's get back to OUR OWN TRUE IMAGINATION! thanks for the beautiful poem that helps direct our AWARENESS in the right right direction
Yep, IDK why, but I feel I have to put in an image and in a way I'm sorry I have to resort to AI. You gave me a lot to think about and maybe going forward, I'll let the words speak for themselves. To stimulate our imaginations...
but actually it's a potent example of what you are speaking of, so go with it, THE FACT that you are aware of the manipulation is what your message speaks to, and is what is important
Thanks Karafree. The image, while it's an artificial construct, is sort of setting the table for what the reader's going to experience in their imagination. The plate upon which the poem is the meal.
yes!!! it proves your point!
Fran Zetta taught me the subtlties and not-so-sub tile ties of A.I. art.
The poem was evocative and in my mind's eye I was running footage from my youth, at the same time the A.I. art did make an approximation of what we are thinking (and as you say: training it to produce). That gives me chilling paws. And also Pause.
Franny thinks this is the end of the independent visual artist.
not if I can help it.., independent visual artist... BUTT! I have to admit, all my art does come from my observing the world... The thing is! I feel my expression is unique to me, and that is what is being stolen from all of us. Our unique expression, and even our ability to even express ourselves...
STOLEN? OR borrowed by A.I. & regifted to USERS of A.I. for visual enhancement in a moments notice?
I see both points to the case.
Edit: So is a.i. using US or WE using a.i.?
While I'm no tech expert, I think there's more going on behind the scenes with AI (probably nefarious activities). I think YouTubers are using it to create videos which suck for the most part b/c you can tell how artificial they are; and they're trying to condition us to a certain extent (which is why we turn them off).
No doubt about it VP!
or maybe more precisely Copied for the purpose of REPLACING Nature, all LIFE.
are you saying that we aren't mutually exclusive? THAT depends on what this reality really is, or was? Did we start out as a very real LIVING world, taken over by a parasite who has been sucking up our TRUE NATURE in order to eventually replace us with a copy world? A Simulated overlay of a real world? a colossal manipulaton... Is that what the Apocalypse is really about... The revelation of the Matrix overlay? or the revelation that Nature is gone and only the copy remains? Yea well! I a going with exposure of the deceit and the end to it.
You might be onto something here. But I like to think we were thought into existence by the Universal Mind as a real living world and THEN we were hijacked by the parasitcal borg to create a matrix overlay--which they're trying to implement on the planet. And I'm totally with you; it's all about exposing these evil bastards to the very end.
this is what I am pointing to.. as you know from my last post, where I mentioned your wonderful Imagination Nation poem.
OR are we IN a machine that uses ancient A.I. to render data into the physical whirled. Whatever calculation is prompted.... has to manifest slowly...such as trees growing in the biosphere.
I am saying that the machine world is NOT the FIRST INTENTION or the ORIGINAL Reality
I wouldn't worry too much. AI is still pretty stupid insofar as creating at least ordinary things. 1st iteration of my picture was putting people on the train tracks! Hahaha.
Something with TRAINS has been in my vision since a dream I had last night .... Maybe because of the inauguration ...Trump train.....Trance
You shoulda put people ON the tracks as your first instinct suggested!! Lololol
Powerful.
1000 thanks Sol!
My pleasure. Always a joy to see a new post from you ...
I'm not an IG poet, cranking out the poetato chips. But I write them when I can.
As long as you're not "writing to market" (barf), you're good to go ...
Thanks brother. No way, man. Not me. I'm anti-market.
That photo...
I SO relate to this poem, it's Right On. God, I wish cell phones had never come along.
Me, I listen to the trees. They are my True Friends.
PS: Thanks for this. xo xo
that wasn't too bad, hardcore imagery, and good rhythm!
You get the potter poems seal of approval for this.
Thanks JP. Much appreciated 🙏🙏🙏
So much to unpack here. The sunrise is not just a natural occurrence but a sacred ritual that connects the divine to the earthly realm. Wonderful Victory 🌞💖
Thanks a million Charlotte! Really appreciate you and the magic you bring. 🙏🧡
I talk to the trees in my garden every day, tending them, watering them. I love them and they love me and we both know it.
That's great, Andrew. Love it.
It's about time!
Our Victory Palace withdrawal group ran out of meds between posts.
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Great work.
Evocative. Practically relevant. I'd never thought of my favorite time of year as trees dropping tears. My childhood fascination was that you could pick up a 'yellow' maple leaf and it would scream with small bits of red, green, and brown.
Childhood ended too soon for some of us while the rest of the world has been frozen in it.
Thanks a million PJ! Autumn's my favorite time of year as well. That's when the world changes its colors, when the Phoenix blows throughout cities leaving a trail of burnt out leaves in its wake...ah, childhood...
Thank you Dr. Dream! and welcome to Substack.