Please enjoy the highlighted version of the Twitch livestream [11/23-24/2022]. The livestream shows the entire creation from start to finish and is located in two parts as the stream disconnected one time:
Part one: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1661304427
Part two: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1661452806
the one where the bard tells a tale about Mike Raphone & Desi Bell on the search for Ian’s son!
Please enjoy the highlighted version of the Twitch livestream [11/21-22/2022]. The livestream shows the entire creation from start to finish and is located in two parts as the stream disconnected one time:
Part one: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1659606031
Part two: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1659648748
the one where the bard tells a tale about a Blizzard Lizard Wizard
Please enjoy the highlighted version of the Twitch livestream [11/15/2022]. The livestream shows the entire creation from start to finish and is located here, for now: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1653230066
the one where the bard tells a tale about The Candy Tree…
She is lost again… traveling in her mind trying to find something. What is she looking for? Something.
What is something? Doesn’t matter. She’s just looking for it. The mug falls out of her hand into the sink and the handle breaks, again. Not again. Yes, again.
Not the handle breaking just the fact that another mug is bro- aaand… she’s back. At least her hand didn’t get cut… this time. This time. *sigh*
Can the sound of running water be blamed? Can it be blamed for causing the mug to fall and break? The sound of running water while hand washing dishes. The sound of running water. The mindless task of scrubbing away because there is no machine dish washer in this reality – this kitchen. Just hands.
Jazz hands.
No. The sound will not be blamed. The sound is doing what it does because the water is doing what it does… flowing through a faucet… inside a house… cleaning dishes… flooding the… what? Broken pipes.
It’s the human shell. She travels too much during the mindless tasks and forgets about the water sports in front of her. She sees clearly. She imagines clearly. She gets lost. Clearly.
“Imagine a white board… place things you want on that board… draw them out… see them…”
The things she imagines are better than her current things. Imagining does help. It’s a form of escape. It’s a form of adventure. It’s a form of meditation.
Yeah, yeah. She was getting to it: “Meditation.” You can meditate however you feel like. Sometimes you do it on purpose and other times, accidentally.
On purpose is nice. When you know you’re doing it. When you know what you want to think about. Feels safe. Feels like planning while napping. Then you figure it out. On purpose is when you decide to sit down and just be at peace.
Accidentally is a jerk. She starts off innocently sweeping the stone floor but then ends up in a memory – comes back on the floor, crying – face drenched. The memory felt so real. At least the floor is cleaner. Does she remember cleaning it though?
Why does it happen while she sweeps?
Sometimes, just flashes of past dreams. Most times, just a memory – a memory most cherished. It vanishes. There is sadness. Emotions.
Do you remember your dreams (day and night)? Do you see so clearly? What do you do with this information?
What comes out of all this? What comes out of seeing something as clear as day in the mind – literally unable to show anyone else? What is it for? Who is it for? Torture.
Why is it sometimes a memory? Why is it something never seen before? Who cares?
Why does “meditating” play a part? Meditation – you can meditate any way. Anything you chose to do could be a form of meditation, they say.
Sweeping, cooking, preparing food, walking canines, folding clothes, petting felines, washing dishes, cleaning the stove, sitting on the couch listening to music – to name like one or two. Ha. Forgot painting! Three.
Answers stem from meditation. So does sleep. You could start to “meditate” while laying down and get really comfortable to where you fall asleep – and that’s cool. You may have a dream. You may have a nightmare. You may wake up sweating. You may “meditate” on the toilet. Two hours later or maybe it is only ten minutes later. It felt so real either way.
Nobody has to believe that it happened to you. You can find someone that tells their story and their story sounds like your story and then BAM! What you experienced is real, isn’t it?
Meditating is normal. Sometimes people can go too far when they do it and that’s normal, too. Some people are trained well to meditate and others are super new. All of this is normal. It may help the mind. It may provide answers. The choice to try is ultimately yours. You don’t have to do anything at all. Or…
You can travel.
If you believe, then she believes. Today is a good day to believe in yourself. Meditate on your next move, or don’t. You got this far though, didn’t you?
Make sure to eat somethin’ ~
what are they doing to me? –
what does it mean to be free? –
why are my hands tied up? –
what is this reality? –
is free will really free? –
is free will really free? –
are choices in front of me –
just choices –
or more than the eye can see? –
is free will really free? –
is free will really free? –
what prices do we pay –
swinging high from tree to tree? –
what are they doing to us? –
try not to make such a fuss! –
why are our hands tied up? –
why are we on this bus?
is free will really free? –
is free will really free? –
are the fates just sitting there –
laughing at humanity? –
is free will really free? –
is free will really free? –
who is in control –
of the human destiny? –
Free Will – Metapopsicle [11/10/2022]
The brain is strange. One moment it wants to create and the creation starts – but then it stops. The brain gets to a certain point and then just says “nope.”
Sitting here typing away about how the brain is strange because the block is spreading through all creative veins. Tried to create music – nope. Tried to paint – nope. Tried to write words down as song lyrics – kept scratching them away. The Nope Monster making a debut.
Nothing was working.
Nothing is working – other than typing out thoughts. Thinking is easy. Thinking is natural. Sometimes, thinking is hard. Other times, thinking can be your worst enemy.
Right now, the thoughts are allowing just this. These words. Who knows why?
There was a plan. There was a schedule… and there she was… outside collecting acorns… again. Trying to negotiate with the squirrels that are working hard to eat all the pumpkin leaves from the small pumpkin patch growing in the backyard. Simply placing the acorns on one of the ledges of the fence – wondering if these efforts mattered. Maybe they did.
They know, they see, they are always watching. The squirrels – nature’s gardeners. One on one side of the fence, one on the other. Both communicating to each other trying to figure out how to get around the newly placed cover over the pumpkin patch. The cover that was not needed until 8 of the 24 pumpkin babies were… devoured. It was unknown that the squirrels liked pumpkin leaves.
After leaving the acorns on the ledge and going back inside to try creating again… nothing. Great! So now we are here, reading this nonsensical nonsense about a girl and her squirrels.
Well, you were reading about a girl and her squirrels until it lead to just reading this again. That story was short and didn’t hold much other than squirrels like to eat pumpkin leaves and now the pumpkin babies are safe. Never actually tried growing pumpkins before because the space was not there. It is now, for now.
Sometimes the brain is an empty space. Those are the best times – when no thoughts funnel through – when it is just quiet. Then again, it does get too quiet and maybe then it’s not good.
The worst feeling comes from not knowing what to do next or where to go from a certain point. The heart wants to keep going. The mind blocks the heart. It’s the worst random battle ever. Potions scarce, mana is low, etc. etc. – Video Games.
Anything created is felt deeply. There is a meaning behind all things created. A huge meaning.
Pieces of the soul go directly into anything. It’s like payment. They probably have it written down somewhere “To Create, the Soul must be charged.” Looks like a double meaning. If they don’t have it written down somewhere then it has been claimed – right here right now!
“To Create, the Soul must be charged.” – Metapopsicle [11/7/2022 @ 17:40 EST.]
A double meaning: To charge the soul as cost – To charge the soul as energy. Everything comes with a price. Even these words cost something, somewhere.
A random fast food drink cap holding iced caramel coffee (with extra ice – because the sun) read “Time to Sip Away.” Yeah, literally. Time, being sipped away. Even as an illusion – time is still there.
Maybe today was not a day to create music. Maybe today was not a day to sing. Maybe today… painting was just not going to work out. It’s okay, really.
Maybe the brain isn’t strange. Maybe the brain knows more than the human shell it hangs out in. Maybe the brain says “no” because it knows that there is a “yes” somewhere else.
This here, is a “yes.” Brain said “Yes, write this.” Good job for writing out these thoughts! Now, these thoughts are here and not there – clearing up room to create. Still not completely sold on this theory – but could be valid enough at this point.
Maybe – just maybe -the painting could happen, the music could be created, and the song could be written. The painting will happen… The music will be created… The song will be written.
Depends on the mood.
How to define the mood of “feeling lost?” Is it like confusion with a side of awareness? Vice versa?
When feeling lost, the brain seems to still be active. These words happen instead of what was planned. Whatever these words may mean or be for. No one will ever know… or maybe.
The brain is simply… a brat.
Make sure to eat somethin’ ~
Social Media –
Fame-
Morality-
Talents, hopes, dreams, the body –
Humans give away too much for free! –
Unsatisfied constantly –
constantly –
constantly –
constantly –
Others sit and stare –
Some weep and glare –
Don’t dare to care –
Just watch ’em bare! –
Just watch ’em bare! –
Behind a handheld shield –
Show them the field –
No need to conceal –
Just Yield! –
Just Yield! –
Be famous, be famous –
Don’t blame us or shame us –
Be famous, be famous –
Give a reason to claim us! –
Be famous, be famous –
Don’t blame us or shame us –
Be famous, be famous –
Give a reason to claim us! –
Social Media Fame > Morality 🤑-
Take a break from the wicked Sea –
Boil the water and make some tea –
Go read a book – There’s enough Eye Candy! –
“Eye Candy” – Metapopsicle, [10/16/2022]
Metapopsicle (“Meta”) recently started a new endeavor called: metaventures.
Question: What is/are metaventures?
Answer: It first started as code name Help Me!TA – short for Help Me! Text Adventures. Then slowly merged into “metaventures” which are text-based games with a twist – taking you through time and space and any other place – while… making you question the very own reality you stand in, yes, You – in the form of a book, video game, or playing card written and created by your friendly internet bard, Metapopsicle.
As an omniadvocate [pronounce this however you feel sounds right] (not a real term, yet – just simply a metatermsicle), meaning: advocate for everything – It is strongly believed that the imagination – the beautiful tasty brain up there is more powerful than anything. Reading helps keep the mind young. Some readers can see what they are reading as the words transform into a movie in the mind. A mindmovie ~ slowy producing itself as the words dance forward.
Anyways… The title of these text-based games would simply be: “metaventures” with the corresponding room or location.
For example:
metaventures: The Kitchen
“Cool, so how do we support or become more involved with metaventures: The Corresponding Room blah blah?”
Thank you for asking! There are many ways:
Let’s go back in time… *rereads blog post* Updates to Meta’s Musings Podcast… blah blah… ah yes!
The Updates! What are the Updates?! Okay, hold on… *reads some more* .. ah okay…right about… “Voiceover my gameplay?”
Yes. Should you choose to join in and play a metaventures demo game – you will be asked if you’d like to voiceover the choices you made. Why tho? Why not?
These voiceovers will be added directly to Meta’s Musings podcast as podcast adventure stories for someone that does not like to or does not want to read but sure as muffins does want to listen to a quick story that will play pictures in their think machines… that’s what this is for. You will be part of the adventure! This whole amazing, silly, fun, creative, ridiculously LONG – seriously, the math was done for this and the problem is still being worked on by the greatest NASA scientists… from the year 2089.
Meta, why are you doing this? Because I believe.
Meta left her full-time “stable” job with some coins in the pocket to pursue this life’s purpose: to help and advocate everything and anything. To tell a story, share a poem, teach a lesson, make a mistake, fail, cry, laugh, experience, to show unconditional love and what it truly means… etc.
In summary: The update to Meta’s Musings podcast focuses around adding the metaventures demo game stories as podcast adventure stories for you to listen to while driving, at home cleaning, in bed, on the couch, on the toilet, in the kitchen… all the good places.
What a mouthful. Thanks for getting to the end of this. If you did, here is a metawaffle: <(o.O)>#
Make sure you eat somethin’
They have everything for free –
and they leave the humans be –
but the humans come and take –
and start draining the lake –
to build houses –
expensive houses –
They have everything for free –
like the food that falls from trees –
unless the humans come and take –
they take the food at ease –
to sell at markets –
expensive markets –
They have everything for free –
They don’t try to take up human space –
They keep to their own wild place –
and still the humans come and take –
but the wildlife remains –
in peace –
expensive peace –
expensive peace –
expensive peace –
expensive peace –
“Humanimals” by Metapopsicle [10/29/2022]
Thank you all for listening and being here and stay tuned for the next episode of Meta’s Musings.
You are born to die –
dropped out of the sky –
knowing nothing –
doing everything –
time flies –
time flies –
and the lines grow longer and tie –
and the lines grow longer –
and tie –
time flies –
time flies –
you are young once until the age dries –
you are young once until the age dries –
Crackle –
Crackle –
Crick –
‘rick –
you’re still young – on the inside –
but the mind’s eye crinkles to bide –
wake up –
open your eyes –
you’re the one aging you –
it’s those thoughts of the blue –
you’re the one aging you –
take your youth on the Rise.
The Well of Old, by Metapopsicle [10/27/2022]
Now that’s over… please continue listening to the mind ramblings of… Metapopsicle.
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