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Morning journal entries from May 2025
Public Train Stations
2025.05.07
Wednesday, May 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ Welcome aboard The Ghos+ Train.
Next stop: Introspection Station.
Grab your reading glasses of the popular fashion, light up your picture projecting screens, time to go, on with our show...
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Peace.
Do you know what it is? Have you felt it?
A society that creates a safe atmosphere to build and live dreams is a peaceful one.
The level of the security to do this felt by the population is the measure of Peace.
America has got some work to do before we can call ourselves a peaceful society.
Our news cycles with their acts of crime and greed and graft, political maneuvering and propaganda in the place of productive policy presentation, prove this truth.
Our schools.
Our schools.
Our schools.
A Nation whose children are killed in mass murder shootings with regularity is a Nation at war.
With itself.
And it's losing.
Whatever your beliefs regarding good and evil are, what's evil makes a play at ruling our way of life everyday.
And by all accounts of our Mass Media it's winning.
Lies.
Quick shock treatment images to grab your attention.
But within every lie there's a grain of truth, and The Modern American Media Machine is a granary.
If you're fired up upset about the political Left, the political Right, I'm sorry to say you are a tool for ratings and not truth.
If you don't know what bills are on the table to vote for and what they propose and how your candidate voted and plans to vote on them, you are a ratings tool for a propaganda machine.
Talk with your community, your friends, consider your day to day life experience living here, see what policies are being voted on and which you do or don't agree with and vote for the candidate that supports them.
If you don't do this and are fired up politically, you're not being a good citizen, you're being a good audience member.
Watch Netflix instead.
You'll better serve yourself and our Country.
Shut off the radio, the Network News, talk with your community, consider what would help each day most, vote and vocalize accordingly and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Great Dream
2025.05.06
Tuesday, May 6, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
O/ WB. :)
How's your sky?
Overcast white-gray here. April's showers spilled into May, a big year for growth, lots of seeds to fill.
Setting the steps for an abundant show of flora and tree, tree, leaves, so many a plenty; plenty of leaves on each tree spectacle.
Ma sets up a fantastic Summertime color show.
A good year for farmers, a good year for the eyes too, the lungs too.
How'd you sleep?
Dreams creep or shine?
Either way hope you're feeling fine.
On with our show...
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Been quite a year for my morning journal. The usual solipsistic idiosyncratic big word stream of conscious what you thinking about today, just for me-show; turned into a how-you-do-here's-some-poet's-thoughts-for-you convention.
Hope it brings you quiet reflective moments, a chance to use your pocket screen to feed your wonder and not just wonder what the weather is self.
It's important, mandatory I'd even say, that we keep our imaginations at the forefront of what we think of when we think of ourselves, or AI will make us feel obsolete.
We're dreamers first, thinkers next, hungry stomachs last.
We've put that order in reverse for far too long.
Backwards thinking leads to de-evolution, looking like a cool catalog of human memory or not.
New dreams spark evolution. Knowledge means a finished dream. It makes a tool ready to make new dreams to grow new knowledge.
AI is a great finished dream ready to help bring to life a new understanding of what it means to be human, an opportunity to better use our dreams to evolve as a race.
AI can, and so should, foster, build, and operate machines to keep us fed.
Think of what we can dream and build together with our stomach's needs automatically met!?
Interrobang worthy, for sure.
This is not utopian thinking, but a plausible reality.
To make self-sufficient farm machines to grow and harvest food to feed us all.
It's easy to implement with the advances in AI.
The only thing in the way is a cultural shift in our thinking on what is important and a letting go of the past.
9 to 5 is obsolete when we're ready to start the process of evolution.
Dreams first. Thoughts, with AI's help, to implement those dreams. Physical sustenance cared for on auto-pilot.
A Great Dream to see done.
The technology is here to end world hunger when we're ready.
Are we ready?
Take care, answer a good ghostly question, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
If You're Mother Earth
2025.05.05
Monday, May 5, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
¡Hola! O/
¡Cinco! ¡Cinco! ¡Cinco de Mayo!
Time moves along,
So it's on with our show...
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Water.
Watching the rain.
A filtration process.
A cycle for cleansing,
For growth, for survival.
Rain falls, steam rises, cleans the air,
Falls back down to remake everywhere.
What we add to the water
We add to the whole World.
Ouch.
For us.
Everything we call a pollutant doesn't hurt The Earth; it hurts us.
The planet's been around millions and a lot more than that years. She just incorporates it into her way of doing business.
"Save the Planet," groups use the wrong words.
"Save Humanity," is the right way to say that.
It gets a more appropriate response, too.
Good ol' putting humanity at the center of The Universe gets us to that way of thinking.
Factories don't spit pollution if you're Mother Earth.
Some new relationship to incorporate into Her way gets sprayed into the air everyday.
But roses still grow in China,
The Sun still shines down.
Oak trees and not automobile factories,
Still make Michigan's World spin round.
Money spins humanity,
Nature spins the globe.
The Land doesn't mind plastic; it comes from Her.
Some thoughts on our house while the Spring rain falls this morning.
Hope your day goes and grows well.
Take care, breathe the air, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
The Beautiful
2025.05.04
Sunday, May 4, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Wonder Fell: A place for dreams and doing dreams.
Like your life.
O/ Hello.
National Epic Pun Day: May the Fourth be with you as you read.
Let's go.
On with our show...
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Something Beautiful; what's up with that?
Beauty, one of the most misunderstood and most vital things to understand if we wish to live well.
Every billionaire is broke without a sense for The Beautiful.
A life is just a heart-start to a flatline without a sense for The Beautiful, and so it's no life at all.
You're just a heartbeat in stuff gathering stuff to stuff in heart-beating stuff without a sense for The Beautiful.
A new light in our house of dreams is what Beauty brings.
Some relationship of stuff begs for a fantastical definition.
Just what is that stuff doing with that stuff and why does it feed on and need my dreams?
What's Beautiful about us demands dreams the way our hearts demand food and water and shelter.
The last three make the billionaire fat and empty without the first.
Life is an exercise in dreams and doing dreams. Everything else we do, we do to make it possible.
We keep our cellphones charged to enjoy and share our dreams on screens.
We keep our bodies fed to enjoy and share our dreams with each other and The World.
Beauty feeds our dreaming self to keep us nourished enough to make worthy dreams.
A malnourished person isn't going to run a marathon.
A dream starved person isn't going to write a book, paint a picture, laugh with a child, laugh like a child, enjoy life at all.
A life in denial of the necessity of Beauty is a life spent gorging on ways to keep your cellphone battery charged.
It is a waste of time if you never use the phone.
Take care, daydream, use your phone, keep your battery well charged with food and exercise, dream something new to do with what you have, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Soft, Strong, Nice Day
2025.05.03
Saturday, May 3, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Prompts and sugar sweet get your read on and have a seat.
Ghos+ Time. O/
Hello, time to go.
On with our show...
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Good sleep, soft and strong like my words. 😏
Sun's up already. The weather is a perfectly castable picture of a Spring day in New England.
Idyllic, soft and strong like my words. 😏
A nice to be read by you, how'd you do, good for you, entry today.
Nothing profound but respect and friendship. A good Let's go outside and do something, kind of day.
Grab a chair. Stick it in the yard. Place it in the park. Set it down near the lake shore. Sit. Crank up your cellphone's brightness. And read on.
Print would be nice. Not sure about how translating this journal to paper book pages would look, but there are stories on the way that lend themselves perfectly to sit on bookstore shelves.
Sort of.
I'm tweaking the novel around some.
Not the novel I write, The Novel itself.
Expanding the possibilities to meet our screen spoiled imaginations.
I handwrite my entries; I love a paper book, so no worries my page turning lovers, my paperback on the couch cup of tea dreamers.
"What are you doing to The Novel, Ghos+? How are you expanding it?"
-Devoted Inquisitive as Always Reader
It's better answered by experiencing it.
The idea is to keep the intimacy of a cover to cover read in an online experience.
Well, we'll talk more on it when I release it.
Until then, take care, write a practical entry, enjoy your weather whatever it is, and make wonderful your wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Ghost?
2025.05.02
Friday, May 2, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Starshine pre-sunshine, a choir of robins sing in Spring's dark.
O/ Welcome back.
Couldn't get enough?
There's plenty now. The site search-bar is your friend, my friend.
Thank you again for reading.
Though its become a tagline sign off, I do hope in some small way this journal helps you have a wonderful day.
On with our show...
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Convention? Creativity? Cool means of conveyance?
This Ghos+ business, I mean.
Why not just Wynn's Morning Journal?
A top of the morning greeting card from a guy named Steven. (People call me Wynn, though. It's more optimistic.)
Why not just that?
A poet's journal in an Internet Age is interesting enough.
It's anonymity; it's identity; it's AI; it's a point to make.
Been almost a year since these post became a daily thing.
If you read them everyday you have an understanding of who I am.
Without images.
In a world set to put image over substance, I flipped the script.
O/
To show you, remind you, the only true way to ever know something is to first understand its relationship to the world through your understanding of the world.
Your understanding of the world comes from your dream of the world.
Nowhere is that more evident than while you read.
The voice in your head as you read my words makes, for you, me.
Not my image, my words define me like yours define you.
We can always change our fashion, always photoshop our face; we can never change who and what we are.
We can only get better, find new ways to express what we are.
AI gives a quick empty supposed agreement of words of record to plainly state a record of what we thought, not what we think, and definitely not what we dream.
What that voice in you brings to AI's answer to your prompt as you read it, is what makes you human.
Is what makes you: You.
That singular dream of yourself you use to define and relate to the world is who you are.
It's what we so awkwardly, because AI can't take a fixed measurement of it, refer to as your soul.
The ever changing story you tell yourself you are, that story you share with the world, that thing some call conscience, is what dreams you, is your piece of this shared dream called life.
You know me through my dreams of Life.
If we were to meet we'd have a deeper relationship than if you only saw a picture of me online.
I fit the optics of a classic New England male poet: tall, in flannel and jeans with my dog.
But pictures pixelated on your screen don't make me: My words do.
Same with you.
What's conveyed with words only I refer to as your ghost. That which, for you, fills every picture you see with meaning.
Seeing me (and you will someday), will be a different experience for you. A truer one.
In this time of quick shock judgements, of fast show me more entertain me I'm bored thoughts, my introduction will be a more honest one.
Our dream of Life matters more than our thumbs up down, swipe left swipe right judgements, because our dreams make those choices possible.
What we do with the relationships our dreams make is how we make anything at all.
AI is a record of shared dreams in an agreed upon way to interpret them.
Science too, is a shared dream, a record of what our shared observations witness.
Numbers.
Our shared dream of what numbers do, of how they measure, of what a meter, a foot, a liter, a quart is; allows us to make every house and car and spaceship.
Your dream of me is for you, me. And it is all based on the words you choose to define the expression of how I use my own words to show myself.
A judgement from an image of me tells you who I remind you of and not what I actually am: A piece of a larger dream called Life with a cluster of words doing its best to express that piece of that Big Dream called Life and my part in it.
The same as you.
We use what we can't see, our ghosts, to express and understand what we do see.
Your dream of me meets my dream of you reading me as I write each sunrise.
And so you know me better than a years worth of images could ever paint.
Take care, share your dream of the world with the touchable things our shared dreams create, add your own ghost's best understanding of Life to Life, watch Life grow because of it, and make wonderful this shared wonderful dream we call today.
+he Ghos+
Share and Share and Share
2025.05.01
Thursday, May 01, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
May. Day. New tag day.
O/ Hola.
Welcome back. Good to be read again.
Hope all's well in that place called You.
On with our show...
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It's so easy, we've made it so easy, living, I mean.
Sharing gets in the way of happiness.
It's the only thing that ever did.
A respect of space is the first tenant of any healthy society.
When we say property is 9/10 of the Law, this is what we mean.
Being a poorly behaved Kindergarten student posing as an adult is the cause of almost every crime humanity ever committed.
Probably every single one.
- Clean up after yourself.
- Raise your hand when you have something to share.
- Buddy-up when you go outside. It's important not to face the world alone.
- Take turns.
- Share. Share. Share.
- Keep life simple for simple things.
- Focus on doing your best work.
- Read some.
- Play outside some.
- Have a good friend or two.
- Encourage another and be encouraged by another to do your best work.
- Share and share and share.
- There's plenty for everyone when we take turns.
- Take turns.
- Learn with each other.
- Laugh with each other.
- Wash your hands and keep your hands to yourself.
- When you're headed some place new, it's better to hold hands and face the world together.
- Have one true friend, one significant other, to share Life with.
- And share and share and share.
Take care, respect another's space, share this place, wash your hands and face, join and help the human race and make wonderful your wonderful day.