OUR STORY
from my heart to your heart
to our hearts content
Be the Love. Share the Love. Dance the Love.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Page One
"The coherent integral spontaneous intuitive geniusness
of being oneself...is the ultimate goal of education."
I want to yell. I want to scream. I want to puke my story
all over the planet, to purge myself of the disgusting abuse and dis-ease
embedded in my heart.
So here I lie listening to the tone of 528hz
tuning every cell...each and every 100 trillion cells ...
connected and playing and dancing
within the perfected harmony of our unified infinite universes.
Page Two
"Remembering to remember...when the sperm and the egg,
the mother and the father
connected, united, integrated
as
The Beloved Child."
I am homeless in Iowa. Homeless in Mount Vernon, Homeless in America.
My Beloved Son and my Beloved Mother of my son....
sleeping soundly in
No longer a lover, no longer a friend, no longer family
my Beloved claims me not.
Yet another...new boyfriend
sleeping at her side...
my son's trusted friend and special needs BD teacher
occupying the place
within that most sacred space of the
mother-father-child
Page Three
"That individual unique miraculous beautiful creative genius
of father-mother-child Ki perfected form,
"We Be."
and God or Ki ...or life force energy I now do say.
Connecting within that sacred space of beautiful pure perfect unconditional divine love,
playing and dancing
making love to Ki ...with each and every breath...
in-out...inhale-exhale.
s ex is everything ...yet nothing at all.
s ex is everything ...yet nothing at all.
How is it we can live in the most beautiful majestic castle
we know to be
Paradise Utopia...
yet experience the most bizarre dysfunction of
Page Four
"We are family."
Separate secretive dishonest
false object driven ego based
cognitive illusions of stupid and ignorant ways.
The truth of peace clearly
sees and knows the beauty of the hilarious mess.
Chaos has its function as order has its form.
To know the prejudice of being homeless,
with poverty as my bed
and no social relationships that know the heart of family.
Not living up to my potential of being a billionaire by now,
my sister claims 'none' of all I am.
Page Five
"Breathe in Ki....to the heart of hearts...
into the sacred space of beautiful pure perfect unconditional divine love
of the mother-father-child-Ki dancing the play."
The World's Greatest Mom has reached the heart of reality
of knowing and experiencing
the most beautiful pure perfect unconditional divine love...
and not much more are the memories of her ninety two years.
She longs to go home, to her cherished home
but she is surrounded in lies in a beautiful house...
while the truth that her home and all it's cherished treasures
were sold ...long ago.
Home is where the heart is ...
but who ever says how to get to that sacred space
of
father-mother-child-Ki
at play.
Page Six
"Paradise Utopia ...the common goal of being our Dream BIG Dreams."
As the father ...the most I could ever be abused,
would be never to be told
that I had a child on this earth.
Luckily, that was father number three
of the world's most amazing mom.
I am father number four of my Beloved Son...
Father one and two of the Beloved Mother
somewhere in the shadows
during the sixteen years of my dysfunctional time
attempting to keep a diverse hateful family
together as one...
stories and stories and stories
Page Seven
"Come Pope Francis I
Let's meet together around the table of
One Family and share The Truth of Peace."
of secret hidden affairs
that I'll never hear a word.
Yet, then again after 14 years together, we never had anything, you claim,
my dearest Beloved Mother of my dearest Beloved Son.
You paid the bills with cash and credit.
I paid the bills with the freedom of my time and with the compassion of my heart.
The truth of one's ultimate peace is being home
in the Beloved Sacred Space of the Father-Mother-Child- Ki
unified field.
The goodness of the beauty as the art of Ki Maah.
Page Eight
"Making love to Ki...totally, fully, completely...
within each breath, within each heart beat, within the heart of infinite universes."
Our story is the point upon the path
that our journey crosses and intersects.
It is here and now upon this page.
Here the paradox of all life's extremes
find a place of sharing...of joining ...of knowing...of being
with the heart of reality of all that is
Paradise Utopia ...and all that is pain and suffering.
We share the path of our dysfunctional family...
separating, isolating, hating...
loathing in the fear of the ego's demise.
Page Nine
"Sharing my time with you....playing and dancing
with Ki Maah as One....
is the greatest value I have to give."
Homeless in Iowa, with the vision
of being at home in everyone's abode.
Whatever hut or mansion or castle or apartment or tent or
any tiny bit of nature to cuddle upon and hang out for the night.
I'd love to be in The White House Mainstreet USA
all cuddled between my Beloves....
Yet here I lie.....mastering the art of being abused.
My family says all I need do
is sell a masterpeace or two...
a million dollars here a billion dollars there
and
my potential will surely be fulfilled.
Page Ten
"Can you see. Can you know. Can you be,
the genius love of our play. The art of Ki Maah. "
So let me offer you a masterpiece
by my savant artist friend.
'The First Family'
from the other white house
so isolated by secure fences and all the secret service guys
of the treasury department
hanging out all around the place.
The Randall Mass informational art peace for 1.3 million dollars
I offer you the deal.
With an offer of 33 million dollars
for his entire OMB collection.
I am looking for the art patron to justify my existence.
Page Eleven
"To be The Master while being The Slave ...
fulfills the emptiness of Ki's amazing grace. "
The world's most expensive painting
and
the world's most valuable painting
a testament to the value of my time and of my work...
I offer to you my dearest Beloved art patron.
Maybe just maybe I can buy my Beloved Family
back from my son's BD teacher.
I'll give you my soul, I'll sell you my 'stuff.'
or should it be
I'll sell you my soul and give you all my 'stuff.'
The paradoxes of life's extreme diversities of opposing forces
are tearing my apart...
my only remedy is to be as empty
Page Twelve
" I be art. Playing the game of art, so we might dance the art of Ki Maah"
As empty can be.
Is your mother in your bed tonight
my Beloved Son
or is it your teacher
at your side.
I'm sorry for all the abuse
that I have done to you...
but options at the time
seemed more abusive to me.
All my masterpeaces, all my art, all my treasured possessions
are yours to have...
to
The Makiah O Miller Foundation
all is given...
that the treasures of my riches
shall forever flow...
from heart to heart to heart.
Page Thirteen
" The gift of being the Beloved Child is knowing
the Beloved Mother and Beloved Father
within the playful dance of Ki."
I love you so so so much
my dearest Beloved Son...
and KNOW that it is your
Beloved Mother that is also
my Beloved....as I love her so, too...
as our Beloved Family.
I hope our paths will forever cross
upon the infinite journey
of our peace...
and that The Beloved being The Beloved
while making love to The Beloved
is the experience of being one another
within the unified field of our
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INFINITE AND ETERNAL BLESSINGS
WORLD TOUR
Dedicated
to
The World's Most Amazing Mom
who never ceases to amaze me.
and to
my beloved friend Ann Kinney
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