Talk about Effort

By Joan Kaliff

This book is about reality and an illusion. Side by side you can be fooled easily. Talk about counterfeit thinking. . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joan Kaliff
• Release date: Dec 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463466209

Joan Kaliff

I was born in New Bedford Ma moved to Santa Fe New Mexico when I was 11 and returned back to my roots the second I turned 18. In my twenties I worked for the School Dept and when I wasn't working I was advocating. I wanted to help save a kid from a system and maybe even themselves. In my thirties I did modeling and dabbled a little in acting, but it wasn't for me. Now I'm in my fortiesand find myself getting lost in an idea.

Book preview

The story never just flows; that’s not how it goes. It’s full of twists and turns. Those peaks and hills aren’t valleys, they’re mountains you’re climbing. And while you try to swim there’s days you feel like you’re drowning. A seed sprouts in dirt and darkness oddly enough but if it didn’t reach for the light it wouldn’t grow very high at all. It’s all about the elements and the right nutrients. Too much of anything can be harmful but not enough can be just as equally damaging.

They changed the melody. Poor thing had no choice but to change the tune. You can’t change the tune and not the melody. It creates, becoming something else entirely, but it’s just noise.

Have you ever had someone do everything they could think of to destroy you? I have, and on more than one occasion. I got so used to the disappointment that it stopped affecting me.

Numb is not paralyzed and hurt is not broken. I’m not a tragedy in somebody’s story. I let people in that try to destroy me, but I wasn’t about to be some victim in a story.

What good are two eyes when only one sees clearly, walking around half blind, technically still theory. . .

Thickly settled beneath the smoke lives an idea, but the approach: Interference creates ripples in straight lines. Atmospheric Pressure

The past was the future. Each moment presenting itself to be known. I fought what I saw. There was no way any of that would happen, but then it did. A past and a future caught up to the present and it was visible. Nothing was hidden

Never waste time on people that know the price of everything, but the value of nothing. They’re like an acid more harmful to the container than anything else. Crossing lines, boundaries and barriers. Compromising their dignity for your sanity. He who is sad, does not talk, or so that’s how the old proverb goes.

I know what it’s like to get caught up in the details, I connect opposites. I know what it’s like to sacrifice and give. Value turns to waste and those effects leave you mentally drained. Before you know it you’re killing yourself, and your spirit.

People keep saying that house destroyed me but how could something so devastating leave blows like that and not bury someone? How do you rise from the ashes knowing deception is all there is, all around, and fills the air? Who wants to inhale that and burn their lungs, heart, and destroy their mind? Yeah, some say it destroyed me, but it built. It built walls so high nothing would get in again unless I let it. I don’t think that house destroyed anything. I learned that everything is make believe. The illusion of reality and vice versa. Two faces are the opposites trying to destroy what stands. There is no balance in the world, that’s what we fight for

The external effects affected her, confused her, they nearly drove her mad. She couldn’t tell up from down preventing movement and creating indecisiveness. She dug deep and tried to rise anyway. Even though her vision was blurred and obscured she searched for clarity. She never simply accepted the storms of today; she fought for a clearer tomorrow. She didn’t settle for the ordinary, it didn’t cost anything to dream. She was all over the map and in- between scenes. Some say she was a wild girl who just needed to be tamed a little bit. The rock that just needed polishing. How else does a tree grow without a good watering? People are like the tides in the middle of the ocean, the waves coming and going. Currents - More or less permanent, continuous. . ( Movement of sea water is generated by a number of forces acting upon the water, including wind, the Coriolis effect, breaking waves, cabbeling, and temperature and salinity differences. Depth contours, shoreline configurations, and interactions with other currents influence a current’s direction and strength. ) Same Sh*t, different day. People are people but anyway. Against the grain since 78

( Atmospheric pressure leaves a destabilized core)

There are too many variables to come up with a basic formula. The combinations are endless but the decision always leaves an impact, an impression. Talk about walking a thin line. Responsibility and risk leave me lost on some dark roads of borderline confusion.

I was surrounded by negative emotions and thoughts. Tearing me apart from the inside out. I took a step back and looked closer but the only thing that stood out to me was damage. So close I could feel the pinch, but it left no bruise. It made no sense at all. Every positive aspect turned into a negative scenario due to an excess of baggage. For every positive, ten negatives that outweigh the good leaving me no closer to a solution. Yesterday forms today and today creates tomorrow but something’s gotta give. I’m dizzy going in circles

The heart is compassion, love and truth. There is no higher frequency. When I tune in I’d prefer to tune out. Tune out the frequencies drawing me in. This world, that one, it doesn’t matter where I am or go. I see enough to know you need directions. I see enough to know the lesson is a lesson. . . I’ve spoken about energy, frequency, vibration, static and interference. I’ve talked about how gravity pulls and relativity. I’ve talked about distance, time, and measure; the illusion and reality, this world and others. String theory leaves us lost,