Gregory Golem
@gregolem.bsky.social
I came to BlueSky to share the inner and outer world with friends & family, especially those that are willing to be open to explore such worlds, be it through creativity, criticism, research and self exploration. Let’s see what happens, the journey begins.
After seeing this Wim Winders film clip from ‘Wings of Desire,’ I realized that this is my Christmas Eve! Reminding me to wish all my friends a very Happy Eve and Day of it, and may the coffee be as warm as your hearts,…spilt just a little,…so it can be shared!
✨🙏🎄💫🤗💕
youtu.be/H2-26rb7S38?...
✨🙏🎄💫🤗💕
youtu.be/H2-26rb7S38?...
Wings of Desire - Wim Wenders [clip w/ 'former angel’ Peter Falk and ‘angel’ Bruno Ganz]
YouTube video by serginoZuper . . .
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December 24, 2025 at 12:12 PM
After seeing this Wim Winders film clip from ‘Wings of Desire,’ I realized that this is my Christmas Eve! Reminding me to wish all my friends a very Happy Eve and Day of it, and may the coffee be as warm as your hearts,…spilt just a little,…so it can be shared!
✨🙏🎄💫🤗💕
youtu.be/H2-26rb7S38?...
✨🙏🎄💫🤗💕
youtu.be/H2-26rb7S38?...
Reposted by Gregory Golem
A majority of Americans have decided that active shooter drills and school massacres are an acceptable price for preserving our gun regime. What makes us unserious is that practically no one is willing to state this revealed preference openly.
America Is an Unserious Country Filled With Unserious People
Stories about revealed preferences and who we really are.
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December 15, 2025 at 9:00 PM
A majority of Americans have decided that active shooter drills and school massacres are an acceptable price for preserving our gun regime. What makes us unserious is that practically no one is willing to state this revealed preference openly.
I want to be a Christian Mystic, though I’m not a Christian. I was baptized once and went to Catholic schools in my youth, is that a entrance pass? I want to commune with the Divine and feel unimaginable Love, while standing far outside any religious institution, like Christian Mystics. But I’m not.
December 13, 2025 at 5:58 AM
I want to be a Christian Mystic, though I’m not a Christian. I was baptized once and went to Catholic schools in my youth, is that a entrance pass? I want to commune with the Divine and feel unimaginable Love, while standing far outside any religious institution, like Christian Mystics. But I’m not.
If I were Medium, I would talk to my wife, for I have so much to say and ask. I had a reading by a friend who is one, but I came away untouched. I have read techniques to help one access personal guides and talk to your departed loved one, but all I get is space, with memories passing like clouds.
December 13, 2025 at 5:50 AM
If I were Medium, I would talk to my wife, for I have so much to say and ask. I had a reading by a friend who is one, but I came away untouched. I have read techniques to help one access personal guides and talk to your departed loved one, but all I get is space, with memories passing like clouds.
I’m a widow now, and I don’t like that term. It sounds like a disease were folks shun you, or a spider of some kind, but I’m not black, so I guess I’m not poisonous as a widower. I am in a web though, staying close to what I’ve spun. Though tonite I’m manic, like a hungry spider hurled in the wind.
December 13, 2025 at 5:23 AM
I’m a widow now, and I don’t like that term. It sounds like a disease were folks shun you, or a spider of some kind, but I’m not black, so I guess I’m not poisonous as a widower. I am in a web though, staying close to what I’ve spun. Though tonite I’m manic, like a hungry spider hurled in the wind.
It’s 11:57 pm and my coffee is cold. I am sitting on a couch by myself with frigid hands. I’m thinking of having dinner now,… perhaps that will warm things up, as I think about how much I once loved the holidays but life is different now, abnormal as the new normal, awake yet asleep, like a dream.
December 13, 2025 at 5:08 AM
It’s 11:57 pm and my coffee is cold. I am sitting on a couch by myself with frigid hands. I’m thinking of having dinner now,… perhaps that will warm things up, as I think about how much I once loved the holidays but life is different now, abnormal as the new normal, awake yet asleep, like a dream.
I was once a Good Humor man, well boy really. I sold ice cream from an old Ford 150 truck with a large ice box with a door on the back and side. I wore a coin changer on my belt and became good at using it. I sold little ice cream, for I disliked people, but enjoyed driving while ringing the bells.
December 13, 2025 at 4:56 AM
I was once a Good Humor man, well boy really. I sold ice cream from an old Ford 150 truck with a large ice box with a door on the back and side. I wore a coin changer on my belt and became good at using it. I sold little ice cream, for I disliked people, but enjoyed driving while ringing the bells.
My great Uncle Josef survived a concentration camp in Poland, but not his family. He became a porter in a Detroit tavern and I remember the pictures of naked women on the walls of his small room above the bar. He rolled his own cigarettes and kept coins in a small leather pouch. This I remember.
December 13, 2025 at 4:42 AM
My great Uncle Josef survived a concentration camp in Poland, but not his family. He became a porter in a Detroit tavern and I remember the pictures of naked women on the walls of his small room above the bar. He rolled his own cigarettes and kept coins in a small leather pouch. This I remember.
I am producing strange patterns of behavior for there is nobody else here anymore. The asylum is mine, to do as I please, so I do nothing but this,… and this ain’t normal. Day is night, night is day, so like a traumatized monk I stay in my cell, for the asylum is mine.
December 13, 2025 at 4:31 AM
I am producing strange patterns of behavior for there is nobody else here anymore. The asylum is mine, to do as I please, so I do nothing but this,… and this ain’t normal. Day is night, night is day, so like a traumatized monk I stay in my cell, for the asylum is mine.
I have very few friends here, which is why writing and posting in Bluesky is much like having a personal diary and leaving it on a public bench in a park. Maybe someone will read it, but most likely not. It creates this mysterious tension that never resolves.
I find that oddly peaceful
& normal.
I find that oddly peaceful
& normal.
December 13, 2025 at 4:12 AM
I have very few friends here, which is why writing and posting in Bluesky is much like having a personal diary and leaving it on a public bench in a park. Maybe someone will read it, but most likely not. It creates this mysterious tension that never resolves.
I find that oddly peaceful
& normal.
I find that oddly peaceful
& normal.
I had not heard from him in over 30 years. He asked me if he could drop off his holy basil plant, which he worships, to stay warm at my home. He is traveling from down South and has some work to do in Baltimore. I told him that I am not here anymore, that I vanished. Yep, I am not here anymore.
December 13, 2025 at 3:55 AM
I had not heard from him in over 30 years. He asked me if he could drop off his holy basil plant, which he worships, to stay warm at my home. He is traveling from down South and has some work to do in Baltimore. I told him that I am not here anymore, that I vanished. Yep, I am not here anymore.
T h e . R e f u g e .
December 13, 2025 at 3:38 AM
T h e . R e f u g e .
These are just letters and words dancing in a vacuum, set free from ownership, set free from me. The mind is empty now, much like the heart, so any second now, I will dissipate and disappear.
p o o f
.
p o o f
.
December 13, 2025 at 3:21 AM
These are just letters and words dancing in a vacuum, set free from ownership, set free from me. The mind is empty now, much like the heart, so any second now, I will dissipate and disappear.
p o o f
.
p o o f
.
I showed up when the party was over, and everyone went home. Strange how it is, that it was then and only then, that I felt at home.
December 13, 2025 at 3:11 AM
I showed up when the party was over, and everyone went home. Strange how it is, that it was then and only then, that I felt at home.
The Dark Night of the Soul they told me, but do I have a soul, or am I one? I responded that it is more like Dark Day and Night of the Human,… who may, or may not,… have a soul.
December 13, 2025 at 3:06 AM
The Dark Night of the Soul they told me, but do I have a soul, or am I one? I responded that it is more like Dark Day and Night of the Human,… who may, or may not,… have a soul.
Catching one door of perception…
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
November 7, 2025 at 1:18 AM
Catching one door of perception…
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
reflecting the full source…
featuring my Self below…
as the Moon Shadow…
in many more ways…
than one.
I woke up this morning and found this band of light shining on my late wife Betsy’s side of the bed. I played with the sunlight and felt the warmth, like a mysterious connection that swam with my memories and emotions for a brief time. I grabbed my phone to record and share the early visual surprise
October 22, 2025 at 1:41 AM
I woke up this morning and found this band of light shining on my late wife Betsy’s side of the bed. I played with the sunlight and felt the warmth, like a mysterious connection that swam with my memories and emotions for a brief time. I grabbed my phone to record and share the early visual surprise
6 months ago on this day and hour,
her physical presence went away.
I dedicate this song,
to the inner presence that stays.
I dedicate this song,
to you dear Betsy!
youtu.be/XAz2NbtWXi4?...
her physical presence went away.
I dedicate this song,
to the inner presence that stays.
I dedicate this song,
to you dear Betsy!
youtu.be/XAz2NbtWXi4?...
Just Like Heaven - The Lumineers (The Cure Cover)
YouTube video by SKIBIDI JAMES
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October 17, 2025 at 4:36 PM
6 months ago on this day and hour,
her physical presence went away.
I dedicate this song,
to the inner presence that stays.
I dedicate this song,
to you dear Betsy!
youtu.be/XAz2NbtWXi4?...
her physical presence went away.
I dedicate this song,
to the inner presence that stays.
I dedicate this song,
to you dear Betsy!
youtu.be/XAz2NbtWXi4?...
Somedays, I have no idea what side of the veil I exist in anymore, so I wave, and then wave back,… so there we are.
October 6, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Somedays, I have no idea what side of the veil I exist in anymore, so I wave, and then wave back,… so there we are.
Looking outside & in, just not happy to what is happening and taking place in my nation/world. Especially all that is far outside my ability to change and effect, feeling like a worker ant, placing one grain of sand atop another at the end of a beach, toward stopping the tide of Fascism rolling in.
August 10, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Looking outside & in, just not happy to what is happening and taking place in my nation/world. Especially all that is far outside my ability to change and effect, feeling like a worker ant, placing one grain of sand atop another at the end of a beach, toward stopping the tide of Fascism rolling in.
Do tears of sorrow taste the same as joy, for if I ever find joy again, I shall be so fucking confused as to where I’ve been, currently am,… and will be going!
August 10, 2025 at 10:36 PM
Do tears of sorrow taste the same as joy, for if I ever find joy again, I shall be so fucking confused as to where I’ve been, currently am,… and will be going!
3:54 am
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
August 2, 2025 at 12:19 AM
3:54 am
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
one night
one chair
one foot
one guy
one thought
yet many crosses to bear
Love relationships can transcend death, like two souls merging into a greater whole to continue their individual evolution beyond death.
A bond beyond physical life and death that continues as a path for transformation, between the veil.
The mystical dimensions of Love on the road less traveled.
🙏
A bond beyond physical life and death that continues as a path for transformation, between the veil.
The mystical dimensions of Love on the road less traveled.
🙏
June 27, 2025 at 8:16 AM
Love relationships can transcend death, like two souls merging into a greater whole to continue their individual evolution beyond death.
A bond beyond physical life and death that continues as a path for transformation, between the veil.
The mystical dimensions of Love on the road less traveled.
🙏
A bond beyond physical life and death that continues as a path for transformation, between the veil.
The mystical dimensions of Love on the road less traveled.
🙏
If I could love you while you were in another city, or an adjacent room, or sitting across the table, then surely I can still love your found presence and allow it to grow in the mysteries of eternity.
June 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM
If I could love you while you were in another city, or an adjacent room, or sitting across the table, then surely I can still love your found presence and allow it to grow in the mysteries of eternity.