This post is part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings of Forever and is entirely my own original work. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved.

Two ants went towards a stream one day. Cranes moved tons of air, like arrows swimming in unseen magnetic fields. The insects were having a meeting. No. no story for you! Caught you! 

Ok, where was I?

Oh yeah, the animal farm in heaven this time instead of Earth. Ok ok, fine.

It was a day not like any other. That's better isn't it? Do you have your vision board done yet? Why not, if you dont? Waiting. Waiting, as if rain, suspended in animation within the clouds never falling, is what waiting is.  

Hours now have passed. I took a detour. Did you enjoy the Country side?

No, it wasn't raining, they are still suspended in animation within the clouds somewhere.

Everyone has good ides, though non are to be found. 

Someone yells from the cowed, "lets do it all over again like we did last time". 

I'm sure I'm not the only one searching for the escape pod...

Lets do it all over again like its never been done before, is a far better slogan. But I don't like slogans. Never have. Pesky critters. Slogans and labels. Pesky critters. Fleas and tics. My label: Fuck you. My Slogan: Now you can properly fuck the fuck off! 

Now back to the Cranes. Cranes that were moving tons of air. Look, the magnetic field is so bonkers right now, the two ants sensed storms approaching, and took cover. That's where I was, and its not where I am any longer. I moved on. The insects decided at the meeting that thinking bi pedals just aren't ready yet. Soon, but not yet. 

"Almost there". 

'There' is a problem word. What is anticipated already took place moments ago, and moments from now will begin manifesting. 

All Most too. Most All. What about half all? What half all still be all, or just half all? What if more than all is one day had, does that mean that all the other times all was had all was really not had?

Most of All. Any range of 'most'? 87 percent? 92 percent? 94? Most of all, but not all. All is too expensive. 

How's the circus going? It is a circus. I never liked circus's. Did you ever watch clown cars at a rodeo? Yeah, those clowns are pretty skilled. I don't like rodeo's. 

Inner cities, swells of lacklusting oxygen, smokestacks and mufflers in battle against birds, green yellow, and blue. 

Oxygen mixed with Ozone while fluoride times out, equals more inner self awakenings fully sprout. 

What about that fluoride? Bioelectrical field for great awakening requires pure pineal.    

Did I just get a fluoride stare? Yes, it was out of order! Take the elevator! 

Several more hours have passed. 

In new Earth government is politics are going to be much different. 

Down to local street level. What is happening 2000 miles away doesn't affect what is happening here. Faceless. Issues will be the face. What servants look like, how their personality is, or what their stats are, won't make any difference. It won't be for the glamorous, and not a soap opera. Serving wont be a life position either. It will be rotational like jury duty. 1 or 2 years. Maybe 4. Maybe different position's servants have will have will differentiate duration period served. It won't be a bore either. Much will be automated. 90 percent of this administrative monstrosity will vanish. Positions will be filled based on skills, not who one knows or how much money one has.

Or however long it takes to reverse engineer out of the engineering that civilization was engineered into long ago that is only now blossoming. 

I'd rather spend the morning with Brilliant Star Shine in bed, but she is no where on Earth; currently, to be found. Poor me, oh what will I ever do... Nothing, that's what, but wait, nothing but wait is all there is to do. (Narrator: Problem compounds) I've waited so long, I'm rusty metal sunk on a trot line washed down the fiver ages ago. Still waiting. 

Anyway, the wait is over, and I have other things to write about now. 

Wait for it........I saw you peak, keep waiting.....You're one of those really impatient ones aren't you? For that, you will have to wait longer......Possibly hours....No, my waiting was over with, your waiting has just begun. Wait for it! It is possible that something other than waiting could appear within the next few hours, but I wouldn't wait for it. 

Still waiting? See, its not fun waiting is it? If you're really nice, I wouldn't let you go on in this condition. 

Now wait for it! 

Something new was born from a rotten out old tree reaching for the morning sunshine. 

There is nothing new until there is something new. Wait; river jugs will be fine, for it! Meanwhile, in an igloo, anywhere their is tundra, a Family is waking up wondering why its so hot. Not; maybe, that most certainly was a heat stroke on a jetty at south padre, mimicking being in an igloo on the tundra somewhere. An Oasis. You're seeing things. Drink some water! Be like an ant, and seek shelter from the Fruit Tree Storm! 

Why aren't you being like an ant? 

Did you know that ants can fly? What if ants were the size of small cars? Bombing them wouldn't work. That would just spread them out and piss them off. Allegedly, ants can withstand 5000 times their own body weight. Yeah, there isn't much that can destroy ants. Some kid on a farm already tried everything growing up. 

Still waiting?

Like metal?

On the bottom of a soggy river?

Just waiting?

Here comes a channel cat now...!

Flip, flip, flip, flip, goes the flipper!