Prompt: Just wondering if I can and will be waiting for the right moment. I Don't forgive I Don't forget. Perhaps karma is more Mercy full.
Perhaps I should be glad I am not the same as those who can do wrong without remorse.
What to do?
It is not only about me but also because of the ones they can hurt in the future.
Prompt: TO BE HOPEFUL IN BAD TIMES is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places-and there are so many-where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.
And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.
Prompt: I am tired
No energy
No concentration
No joy
Living step by step.
Little sparkles of happiness
Forgetting for a moment what botters.
One road with a beginning and an end.
No start no finish
Prompt: My canvas is filled. 40 by 120 cm. Being able to empty three markers on it. It's my second big doodle. Leaving the circles empty is the best in my opinion.
It is different but certainly fun and relaxing to do.
Prompt: Pure sadness
Knowing how the world is in the end
An understanding of the purpose of live.
In fact nothing changes.
Born
Wtf
Dead
It is filled with emotions
Prompt: I watched in the moment
No past
No future
Only now
Feel comfortable and relaxed
It is zen and just be
The end is no problem
Lived a life
Wandering in a landscape of peace and quietness
Prompt: Somewhere in our body is who we are. The soul, spirit, consciousness, identity or something that has contact with the outside world through the senses. The brain translates this for us into its own truth. Looking for dopamine shots and from energy savings, especially via the fast brain pathways, especially to survive in connection with all other biomachines and their own algorithms. The huiskamerartiest notices that who he is increasingly has to deal with an older body and ingrained patterns. A nice challenge to give fresh and fruity what comes in a place in that gray mass.
What does the mind-body interface look like?
Prompt: Be a voice not an echo.
In a world of whispers, rise and speak,
A voice unique, no echoes weak.
Forge your path where none have tread,
Let your thoughts be boldly spread.
In shadows where the echoes hide,
Step into light, with strength and pride.
Be the voice that breaks the mold,
A story new, a truth untold.
Echoes fade in time's embrace,
But voices leave a lasting trace.
So dare to dream, to shout, to show,
Be a voice, let your spirit glow.
Prompt: It seems easyer to suck in the sorrow of others then the joy people can bring also. Happiness comes and goes quick but sadness remains for much longer.
Understanding and feeling this all makes live difficult.
Why? Is this because you have to be focused on danger and surviving. Do you have to be aware of the dark side of living a live? Is joy just distraction a drug for temporarily not to feel connected with what you cannot avoid?
Prompt: Your identity, thoughts, feelings and soul are like a spaceship that is docked to a station. Like a body providing with air, nutrition the blood and supports your brain where you live temporarily till the body is breaking down and fails in supporting identity and thoughts, leaving you with feelings with no words and in the end your soul is departing the body no longer capable to support you.
Prompt: Your body as the house of your soul. A house that is growing and offering more space for thoughts and feelings. There was a time you entered the house but not aware of it's function.
When your body grows older your soul gets more captured in a building that isslowly destroying itselfs. There comes a time that your thoughts, feeling and mind lose its connecting with the building. You get lost. Where do you go as the building slowly disappears?
Prompt: I know what time is, time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
And you'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wake to find you can't remember what you just said...
It happens to everyone...
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one-fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry...
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine (let me keep what's mine)
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time (let me have some time)
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter (it don't matter) when you're as mad as a hatter
It's hard to draw a clear distinction
Who you are, who you were
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
And no-one can blame you
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best with what you're given...
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine (let me keep what's mine)
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time (let me have some time)
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter (it don't matter) when you're as mad as a hatter
Off with her head, off with her head
Paint the roses, paint the roses
Prompt: Many dates pass like any other day. However, there are also dates that have a meaning as the start or end point of something. The history books are full of them, but as a person, family or group you sometimes share a piece of history. Smaller but often with impact. They're just numbers that people use to bring structure to what would otherwise seem like chaos. Flying Hallejula flies right through it. Always that need to contemplate but not feel. The huiskamerartiest fills the white sheet
Prompt: The universe began, scientists believe, with every speck of its energy jammed into a very tiny point. This extremely dense point exploded with unimaginable force, creating matter and propelling it outward to make the billions of galaxies of our vast universe. Astrophysicists dubbed this titanic explosion the Big Bang.
Prompt: Manches sollte, manches nicht
Wir sehen, doch sind wir blind
Wir werfen Schatten ohne Licht
Nach uns wird es vorher geben
Aus der Jugend wird schon Not
Wir sterben weiter, bis wir leben
Sterben lebend in den Tod
Dem Ende treiben wir entgegen
Keine Rast, nur vorwärtsstreben
Am Ufer winkt Unendlichkeit
Gefangen so im Fluss der Zeit
Bitte bleib stehen, bleib stehen
Zeit, das soll immer so weitergehen
Warmer Körper ist bald kalt
Zukunft kann man nicht beschwören
Duldet keinen Aufenthalt
Erschaffen und sogleich zerstören
Ich liege hier in deinen Armen
Ach, könnt es doch für immer sein
Doch die Zeit kennt kein Erbarmen
Schon ist der Moment vorbei
Zeit, bitte bleib stehen, bleib stehen
Zeit, das soll immer so weitergehen
Zeit, es ist so schön, so schön
Ein jeder kennt den perfekten Moment
Zeit, bitte bleib stehen, bleib stehen
Wenn unsere Zeit gekommen ist
Dann ist es Zeit zu gehen
Aufhören, wenn's am schönsten ist
Die Uhren bleiben stehen
So perfekt ist der Moment
Doch weiter läuft die Zeit
Augenblick, verweile doch
Ich bin noch nicht bereit
Zeit, bitte bleib stehen, bleib stehen
Zeit, das soll immer so weitergehen
Zeit, es ist so schön, so schön
Ein jeder kennt den perfekten Moment
Prompt: The Black Death was a devastating global epidemic of bubonic plague that struck Europe and Asia in the mid-1300s. The plague arrived in Europe in October 1347, when 12 ships from the Black Sea docked at the Sicilian port of Messina. People gathered on the docks were met with a horrifying surprise: Most sailors aboard the ships were dead, and those still alive were gravely ill and covered in black boils that oozed blood and pus. Sicilian authorities hastily ordered the fleet of “death ships” out of the harbor, but it was too late: Over the next five years, the Black Death would kill more than 20 million people in Europe—almost one-third of the continent’s population.
The Journey of Seasons: A Life's Path Anger never dies
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Prompt: See the leaves how slow they tumble down
Covering the green and yellow lawn
As proof of what has been and what will come
Enjoying hazy lights of early dawn
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
See the tears how slow they tumble down
Covering believe in empty vows
As proof of what has been and what will be
Alcohol puts us both to sleep
It ain't good enough, good enough
Good enough to try and not succeed, succeed
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of life
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
Anger never dies
It's part of live
It's part of you
The end will cease the fire
And make us accept
We tend to lose
We tend to lose
Prompt: You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”
Prompt: "Wind Of Change"
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
And did you ever think?
That we could be so close?
Like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change
(Mmmmmmm)
Walking down the street
And distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
And down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (a glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me (you and me)
Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (a glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (wind of change)
The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a storm wind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to sing (sing)
Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (a glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me (you and me)
Take me (take me) to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (a glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (wind of change)
Prompt: Een indrukwekkend nummer van Motorhead maar ook de gekozen beelden zijn pakkend. Een eenzame wereld waarin zijn berichten die hij op papier schrijft en als gevouwen vliegtuigjes op reis stuurt en uiteindelijk zoals veel gebeden, social media boodschappen in het niets verdwijnen. Wat bij de man uit de clip niet is verdwenen is zijn ziel. Dat wat het meisje op het einde wel kan zien terwijl de rest van de wereld dwars door hem heen kijkt.
Prompt: The situation is incomplete, but the chaos of the past is giving way to order—the goal is in sight. Nevertheless, you are still treading on thin ice. Though the way ahead is unobstructed and the goal is clear, a cautious and careful attitude is still important, lest you slip and fall.
Prompt: As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind, I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind, I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds, will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
Prompt: And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all, and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way
Prompt: Roll on up Jerusalem,
Come on in Jerusalem,
Sunday here we go again,
Live in me Jerusalem.
Here you live Jerusalem,
Here you breathe Jerusalem,
While your temple still survives,
You at least are still alive.
I got things you won't believe,
Name your pleasure I will sell.
I can fix your wildest needs,
I got heaven and I got hell.
Roll on up, for my price is down.
Come on in for the best in town.
Take your pick of the finest wine.
Lay your bets on this bird of mine.
What you see is what you get.
No one's been disappointed yet.
Don't be scared give me a try,
There is nothing you can't buy.
Name your price, I got everything.
Hurry it's going fast.
Borrow cash on the finest terms.
Hurry now while stocks still last.
Roll on up Jerusalem,
Come on in Jerusalem,
Sunday here we go again,
Live in me Jerusalem.
Here you live Jerusalem,
Here you breathe Jerusalem,
While your temple still survives,
You at least are still alive.
I got things you won't believe,
Name your pleasure I will sell.
I can fix your
(fade, screaming)
JESUS
My temple should be a house of prayer,
But you have made it a den of thieves.
Get out! Get out!
My time is almost through.
Little left to do.
After all, I've tried for three years.
Seems like thirty, seems like thirty.
Prompt: In the depths of mythology, there exists the chilling legend of the Demon of Time, a haunting specter cloaked in darkness, its sinister silhouette draped in an ominous hood. With bony fingers gnarled and twisted like the branches of a gnarled tree, it lurks within the shadows, an eternal guardian of the master clock. Its relentless gaze fixates upon the clock's hands, as it pushes them forward with an unyielding determination, driving the inexorable march of time itself. Each movement is accompanied by an eerie whisper, a foreboding murmur that echoes through the corridors of eternity. Those who dare to glimpse its malevolent form are filled with a sense of dread, for they know that the Demon of Time brooks no defiance, and its unyielding will is as implacable as the passage of time it commands.
Prompt: There are many ways to look at the I-ching. I personally like synchronicity. You throw sticks, coins or press buttons via the internet and ask a question that is important to you. The answer is a hexagram in which your answer can be found. I am often surprised at how it fits the situation I am asking a question about. The movement is your challenge to translate it into actions. Number 64 provided the inspiration for this doodle by the huiskamerartiest. While I write there is YouTube music on. Tito & Tarantula with the song After Dark. What comes after darkness? Hexagram 64 is called: for the consummation.
As I see it, my drawing contains a lot of energy.
I can now tie up some loose ends.
Prompt: Christ, what more do you need to convince you
That you've made it and
You're easily as strong
As the filth from Rome who rape our country
And who've terrorized our people for so long?
Christ you know I love you
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God
So tell me that I'm saved
Christ you know I love you
Did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God
So tell me that I'm saved
Jesus, I am with you touch me, touch me
Jesus!
Jesus, I am on your side kiss me, kiss me
Jesus!
Ah ah, oo
You'll get the glory
And the power
You'll get the glory
And the power
You'll get the glory
And the power
You'll get the glory
Oh, yeah
Listen, Jesus
There must be over fifty-thousand
Screaming love and more for you
And every one of fifty-thousand
Would do whatever you asked him to
Keep them yelling their devotion
But add a touch of hate at Rome
You will rise to a greater power
We will win ourselves a home
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever
Forever, Amen
Prompt: Neither you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand,
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews,
Nor Judas, nor the twelve
Nor the priests, nor the scribes,
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is,
Understand what glory is,
Understand at all,
Understand at all.
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem,
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes.
But you close your eyes.
While you live, your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem.
To conquer death, you only have to die.
You only have to die.
Prompt: Watching her
Strolling in the night so white
Wondering why
It's only after dark
In her eyes
A distant fire light burns bright
Wondering why
It's only after dark
I find myself in her room
Feel the fever of my doom
Falling falling
Through the floor
I'm knocking on the devil's door, yeah
In the dawn
I wake up to find her gone
And the note
Says, "Only after dark"
Burning, burning in the flame
Now I know her secret name
You can tear her temple down
But she'll be back and rule again, yeah
In my heart
A deep and dark and lonely part
Wants her
And waits for after dark
After dark
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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