The Callboxes Work, BTW

2024.10.06

Good morning that wonderful place.

Go for it.

All systems go.

Hooray, and cheer, the time is here.

Go!

Celebration station this morning.

You made it.

The dream you had made you glad.

Time to go.

Push the self-help speaker down the stairs and take the elevator.

You got this.

Got stuck in an elevator once.

Alone.

It's why cellphone games were invented.

Just about to reach the next level when the fire department showed.

The little callboxes work, by the way.

The world is all pennies and daydreams happy concert park screams.

They're playing your favorite song.

Time to move.

Get your dance on.

It's what you came for.

Forget your troubles for awhile?

No.

Remember you can dance and now's your chance.

Time to shine, Sunshine Valentine.

Sometimes even Mother Nature earthquake shakes it.

Sometimes a girl's just got to dance.

Interesting rhythm this morning.

All strength, finesse and growth.

A lot of go, go, go's.

About time.

Lots of stagnation in the nation, as of late.

A nice change.

Halloween fervor grew the past few years.

Ghost, and vampire, and witch lawn decorations galore.

Strings of lights, the color of Fall, strewn on houses and atop dying under front window shrubs.

Bushes where red and green Christmas lights stored in garage corners wait for the dead to clean up their tricks and treats, so they can start the rebirth celebrations.

Regardless of your faith that's the main point of the Holiday Season, to celebrate the coming Spring. Right around the time the days start to get longer, we have a huge party.

George always says:

"Winter is coming."

The World always responds:

"And so is Spring!"

(^ A good call to arms battle cry for a Dragon King. ^)

Life!

But we'll get to the winter's holiday when the time arrives.

Right now we cheer for death.

Which is really a party for life.

We matter.
Our days matter.
Matter matters.

It was the same for our ancestors.
It's the same for us.

Future generations will celebrate you through their own expression of you.

What will you come back as?
A quick witch costume?
A king?
A werewolf?
Or, if you're lucky (and charming) enough, a ghost?

All the modern cartoon stories of the day get the most expression.

Halloween is about the power of stories.

A ghost is in every machine called a story.

We build each story, each sentence, each word from the dreams of our ancestors.

Every anime mag is a tribute to yesterday, every superhero film, Romcom flick, drama, is yesterday's voice translated by today.

Even Science Fiction's dreams of the future are built on the backs of ghosts.

The one dream that holds all dreams, that's life.

Which piece of that story do you hold close?

What dreams of our ancestors keep you going?

What dreams do you build your dream from?

What stories do you keep alive with your heartbeat?

Didn't know your life was built from the stuff of dreams?

Couldn't call myself a very good Ghos+ without reminding you.

Recognize the dreams that make you, thank your lucky ghosts, take care and have a better day.