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“Mary Christmas”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on December 15, 2014 by ichas8440

Ichas8440 et al does know there’s numerous Mary Christmas out there and by no means is our “Mary Felicia Christmas” associated with or defines in any characteristic categorical fashion with; Those Mary Christmas. We are secure with saying our Mary Felicia Christmas is… The real Mary Christmas portrayed in this Mary Christmas. We are ICHAS8440 and we authorize this Mary Christmas.

Looking downward I could see reflections of everything above.  Visions with dramatic clarity shooting all through my mind, making it difficult to accept based on the surface floor being constructed of wood.  Yet, I know I see what is happening before me and…  As if unfolding in a super-slow-mo type mode with an underflow consistent with a dream sequence; everything superimposed on a foundation placing me in a sorta “suspended anticipation”.  She…  Yes, with me, female always the interest.  Sashes one way while glancing in another, never missing a beat, then.  In complementing style all the men to paused, stare in disbelief.  I…  Didn’t, but everything within my visual purview suddenly took on the qualities placing me in the middle of this hypnotic affair and I embraced it.  “She” seemed to have appeared outta nowhere, appearing smack dab in the center of everything while commanding focused attention.  As she moved, no, she strolled and strutted with every tempting part of her anatomy goin’ up while nothin’ showin’ the slightest sign of jigglin’.  Walking as if on water with every step, and…  Not a step ever touching the surface floor.

Still adrift, wondering silently how I arrived at this point in life and so…  Held up my Yac and Coke, carefully examining the glass and all its’ contents.  Again, there she was.  Shimmering brilliantly in the amber liquid while doin’ an image transfer from ice cube to ice cube.  Thoughts shifted, watching, considering the possibility of having been drugged and who could it be? The jazzy waitress with the big butt who…  Also advanced this entire experience just by the mere way in which she spoke.  Melodic, a rhythm all to herself.  Raspy, that’s it and I…  Liked it.  Her voice, the raspy tone and how she placed ‘ah ‘lil wispy inflection on each word.  Words pre-dipped in sexiness.  But then on second examination, it couldn’t have been her.  I had been…

Really caught-up now I realized this is all speculation, and…  Extend my hand maintaining a balled fist, fingers folded over my palm.  Advancing thought, consciously I release, fingers pointing outward, a personal flight path takes shape, and I blow.  From my advantage point I see the particles as they elevate.  Rising, gently tumbling over one another creating a rotating vortex.  The gold dust sparkles brilliantly, falling like snowflakes drizzle down.  She continues with her dance to delight, eyes focused yet…  Her head moves almost robotically.  Scanning and…  I watch.  She transforms before everybody’s eyes, morphing, taking on another aura.  Color, blue but far from sky blue and not a dismal dark blue, typical she wasn’t.  Her body becomes translucence.  Transcending into a midnight blue hue, and I think.  Moon-glow.  Lunar like light which dances only with objects capable of animated interaction with such a seductive source.  Body becomes ablaze, she glanced over and…

Felicia, at least to the general public.  Me…  The perception was closer to the reality and I alone called her “Fel”.  Yes because I had taken her there.  Still there, recalling the moment when two entwined becoming the one and just about to cross over into a pure conscious abyss.  Yeah, the point where both are wide awake but out there, on a mission.  Consummation charges the union, sounds of joy breaking the silence.  Letting Heavenly Bodies know how good it is, and.  She…  Didn’t scream or even yell, emoted would be the best way to describe her verbal articulations.  “Oooo Fella’, take me, take me there”.  I did, she went but all I focused on was, Fella’.  Felicia had definitely “fell”, deeper and deeper into what we had created.  And I…  Being “that One” lapped the experience up because…  I was The One.

Stressors familiar with Holiday didn’t come that day. Anxieties nowhere in my field of view.  My life, re-captured then, bumped by somebody also caught up in the inspiration, yet.  Jealousy didn’t become a part of my thoughts but for him, they were evident.  Quickly recognizing the evil encroaching with his presence I mentally dismissed the intrusion.  The true understand of empathy coming forth, “Kluckhead” keep it movin’.  Displaced enlightenment; leave it to those who wish to remain in such a wasteful activity.

Images evaporated and those men came off of pause.  So did the women.  Music continued to play with the melody somewhat different, and then.  I felt that presence again.  Fingertips softly upon my right shoulder, she spoke.  I was hooked, she knew it as much as I because I responded to the side the voice came from while she appeared on the other.  Looking up and over my eyelashes she looked down.  In my eyes I’m sure she recognized I liked the joke.  Smiling with one another she spoke first.  “I knew I remember your face.”  Now I was the one who quickly relinquished the pause button, slipping easily into play mode.  “Yes, and I see you still make others pause.

We sat, eyes still locked on each other, reflections of introspective thoughts dancing in our minds.  Chit-chatted came easily, oblivious to the stares of those caught-up in what was transpiring between us.  Catching up on time passed we brought each other up to speed.  Laughed and talked about those who couldn’t dance and smiled because they tried anyway.  “Exchanging Cards”, that’s what it all boiled down to be, confirming who and what we were while giving real cred. to all we had become.  Years had passed and our lives hadn’t crossed since, but…  Neither of us kept score.  I always had the ability to go stealth while remaining invisible; we both knew it and didn’t dwell on the reasons why the prolonged separation happened.  Actually none of it mattered right about then.  Misery as we all know, loves company and Holiday seems to be wrapped in it.

The waitress appeared, this time it happened to be a he.  Oh yeah and he couldn’t resist with the verbal presentation expressing his desired.  “If yous a biscuit I’d lay you out on a plate and sop ya up with molasses, darlin’ you look that good.”  Based on the last part I wasn’t about smash his dream and for the second time, let another Kluckhead go with a pass.  She did too saying, “Hold up Big Boye, don’t cha see I’m with my man”.  He was in the spirit and politely took our request for refills on our beverages of choice and became invisible himself.

Intoxed” on the emotional high I said to myself, things do go better with Coke and awaited my second glass of Cap Back.  Kluckhead number two returned with just that and we gave ourselves a toast.  Star gazing, lost in transition she and I contemplated what was, what could be and how we might let it come again.  Ahhh yes, this was easily becoming a very very Happy Holiday.

Psssss; Swap out the traditional Merry and slid in the softer version such as Mary if you be “He”.  Flip the sex and “what the heck”, Malik will do in this set.  6 of this half a doz. of that, it’s all good.  The Game, it doesn’t change, merely re-arranges.  Don’t let what is traditional or historical chart One’s course.  When the Ports ‘O Call becomes a factor during the journey, once the destination has been arrived at, it will. Definitely be; like we knew it to be; “All good”.

Happy Holiday



Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on June 18, 2010 by ichas8440

Summertime.  My time to make livin’ easy.  Summer is the season, a point in life where everyone should step back, take that moment and breathe.  And, while doin’ so consider if you are merely existing, basically surviving or actually livin’ as you go through this life.  “You didn’t know there was a difference?” Oh yeah, huge difference.

Are you existing?  If you are finding it a living hell just stay alive from day-to-day, then yes.  Existing is forever looking over your shoulders in constant observance.  Making sure no one is gaining on you.

“Survival, what is this survival thing?” It’s when you are so caught up in running for everything ’til you miss out on most things.

Now, livin’, ah yes.  An aspect of livin’ is knowin’ who, when and why.  Livin’ can be defined by an offering of flowers to that special someone within your world.  A bouquet of roses.  Minimum 12.  Given for no apparent reason other than because you want to give.  Okay, what would I present?  I give 13, but…  When you come like this you’ve gotta know the meaning behind the amount and significance of the interpretation of the gesture.  But, that’s just me!

Summertime is when you “break-wide” and get away.  Mini jaunts, overseas excursions, an exploration deep into an Arctic hotel carved out of an ice cave.  It doesn’t matter the duration, what matters is that you take the time to re-charge your facilities.  I might just cruise down the way, yet…  Whatever I do, it will allow me to prepare for the next blast of things I intend to share your way.

Summertime must be catchy because my ‘lil one is at me constantly.  As she says, to help me decide where it is next we will be off to.  She comes with these fabulous suggestions regardless of the cost or distance, but…  You’ve gotta love ’em.  She is beautiful, magnificent and will probably be tomorrows insightful ones.  Providing…  Providin’ she doesn’t get swept up in the mirage.

In my absence you all have to step up and do me a favor.  Do yourselves a favor by checking out any of our previous blogs found within the archives.  I suggest starting with one written in Feb 2009 titled; “Hummm”.  Cyber address;

This suggestion of cruising within the archives of ichas8440 is based on the fact that many of those who follow me ask for more Intel in the ways of understanding how to acquire the ability towards think outside the loop.  Hence, as in all knowledge you have to remain current, and what better way than to refresh yourself by dippin’ into the vaults of the site that holds the same discipline you seek.

When I touch back down I’m gonna come with a piece on “Cougars”.  You know that seemingly phenom sweeping Western Society.  The one about older females who have more than a passing interest in younger males.  What trips me out is when you mention this activity focusing on the female in pursuit, people morph into this “selective mental recall mode”, but…  Older men who’ve partook in this same way of  “interactions amongst the sexes” are quickly branded “Dirty ‘Ol Bas Teurds”.  Hey, are we talkin’ double standards once again?

This topic needs a re-wash and I’m not coming with a spin.  I’m goin’ deep.  Deep into the vaults where I have personal knowledge from days past when I was way off into “field research”.  Un hun, those stagnated minds are gonna be exposed to a new light on a subject that ain’t knew at all.

Before I step off, allow me to share something with you.  “Big Props” to my give who read all 3 blogs in the series titled “Social Networks”.  After she absorbed my words she reached out, I guess to blast me about her thousands of friends sustained since she went viral.  She couldn’t resist in braggin’ about how these friends could be counted on no matter what.  The rant and rave I accepted as I also knew those friends were like the ‘lil demon Chucky from the movie “Childs Play”.  Thinking of Chucky I suggested that she test her waters.  Right, I sometimes start stuff.  Anyway I mentioned that she set up a scenario whereas funds were running low and she’d need an immediate air drop to re-support her finances.  She bit and took the suggestion.

Days later she got back at me.  Not through the e-mail but via the cell.  She was humble and very apologetic.  Seems she discovered, or should I say, realized that nar one of those contacted came through with even a word of encouragement.  Let alone a solo dollar bill.  I could’ve been mean, but that ain’t me so I told her that when you ask people for money you can bet they’ll act a ‘lil funny.  Yeap, those friends who loved to chit-chat, taking up her time.  Enjoying the sound of her voice all the while pushing their sexual innuendos into the conversation.  They all scattered.  Today she doesn’t sling that word “friends” so casually, which was the essential points defined in the series on Social Networks from day one.

Something else, Jon & Jane (not their government names), were at odds because Jane loved what I’ve written, while Jon stroked his highly defined beard and said I was a Player.  Really I could give a #@^* about what Jon thought, but out of respect for Jane I listened.  Little did she know that I knew Jon had merely placed himself by runnin’ his mouth.  It wasn’t long after when Jane busted Jon dippin’ in someone else’s “hip pool”.  This happened when they were ‘pose to be enjoying their holiday.  Jane being a full-fledged “hope ‘ta die” reader of what I write told Jon he’d better get a bar of a previous blog I wrote;©/ Suffice to say he now sees it Jane’s way.  She made mention of kickin’ his ass to the curb but said.  “After all these years I don’t have any desire or the energy needed to break another man in, so he’d be better off to stop taking me for granted.  I do have the understanding of putting a skillet up side his head.”

Thanks to all who knew how to “recognize tall timber from short brush” and didn’t hesitate in downloading the free report provided via; This isn’t a save all where He&She are concerned but…  I trust myself to know that I can assist in this way and wasn’t slow in steppin’ up.

Archives, did someone mention archives?  View those of ichas8440 like you would the plot delivered by the Archeologist defined in Hollywood’s Indiana Jones.  “Plenty of truth but ‘ya gotta separate entertainment from infotainment.”

Shout-outs with much luv to everyone and like all focused FOLK say; I intend to return and better  than before!

Psssss; Check the graphic out attached to this blog.  Now, you see the “sky-piece” right.  (Hat for those not  knowin’).  The coat with the collar kicked up, nice touch, hun.  What you don’t see is the face of me.  No I have no fear of you or anybody else.  What this means is I like my privacy.  So act like that question about where I’m goin’ never entered your mind, cause like it never entered your mind, I’ll never come with an answer.  “Full of myself?  Nope, just maintainin’ my flow.  Feel me!”