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Sometimes, when I am enjoying an announcement, in an article on the internet, of further growth in my church, there comes a comment from one who would throw cold water on my enjoyment.  There are some dedicated individuals, who desire to bring down this House of God (I know, such a dramatic statement). I could view this activity in a discouraging light, if I didn’t fully realize that the fact of their persistent existence is a testament in itself, to the truthfulness, and importance of this organization.

“How so!” you ask? I would answer you thus; Because, if this organization were not important, no one would bother for so long, and with such vehemence, to persist in trying to destroy it.  The Church would simply be laughed off, momentarily, and then ignored. Additionally, if it were not true, it would not have survived for so long, let alone, grown to it’s current size, without ever being a political tool of a sovereign nation, as the Catholic church, or the religion of Islam became. Both of those churches used politics, and forced conversion to grow their numbers.  The religion of Islam, even currently, uses force and the politics of nation states, to grow their religion.

But the size and age of this religion is still not enough to provide a full testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. That requires personal study, and thought, and personal prayer, to discover for oneself, whether or not it is worth believing in. The personal study will come through reading, or listening to others read (such as on tapes or cd’s) the scriptures. Both the Holy Bible, and the Book of Mormon, which are companion volumes in testimony of the existence, and divinity of Jesus Christ, the Redeemer of all of us, for the sins of the world.

As to one of the questions currently being raised by these individuals, I’ll give some space for an answer here.  One accusation, and question being raised, has to do with a story book that was supposedly written prior to the translation of the Book of Mormon.  The accusation being leveled is about a similarity between a short story book and the Book of Mormon.  According to the theory being proposed, Joseph would have had access to this story book, and simply made up the Book of Mormon, based on this short story book.

So, to address the questions raised here… If one has read the accounts of the translating of the Book of Mormon, one realizes that a short, 116 page section, which was a condensed version of the whole book, was given to someone who was learned, to provide corroborative proof to this gentleman, that there was a book of plates being translated.  This gentleman, to whom the condensed version was given, promptly lost them, or hid them, and claimed not to have received them at all.

Joseph was devastated that his trust was betrayed, but even more devastated that he had himself betrayed a trust, as he had been instructed Not to share those pages, and had done it anyway.  After the loss, he was further instructed not to retranslate them, as the lost pages would be used against him and the restoration of the gospel.

Now, some of you know that I am currently enrolled in school again.  I am a student at the University of Louisville, in Louisville, Kentucky, U.S.A.  I am studying fine art, as a studio artist.  One of my areas of study has been in printmaking.  As you might be aware, printing presses of old made use of moveable type.  You set up the letters in trays (backwards) and ran pages, with ink over them, to create printed pages.  You could make any kind of written words, and images that could be duplicated, including printing dates. They could be anything you could set the type to reflect, even if it wasn’t accurate (much like things on the internet today).

So, if a person had a condensed version of a book coming out, someone could, if they so chose, create another story, based on that condensed version, and set a type-set date previous to the date of the creation of the full version of the book, thus making it seem as though the person who was creating the full version had stolen their idea from someone else.  Why does this sound so particularly plausible? Oh, because this sort of thing still happens today, all the time; Copy right laws, notwithstanding.

So, even if the story that someone is touting actually exists, which I wonder about, due to stories of that nature being printed on wood pulp, and not surviving to this day and age, due to acid, and browning, and cracking up into little tiny fragments…   No, I don’t believe the story of the story that someone is pushing on the internet, as a plausible reason for denying the testimony I have received, of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, and the Divinity of Jesus Christ.  He exists, and still teaches us today, if we will ask in faith, and Listen to his response.

Of the candidates currently running, Gary Johnson reminds me the most, of Charlie Brown.  He’s a good guy.  I know, that’s hard to fathom in this day and age, but they do still exist occasionally.  What’s more important at the moment, is that Gary Johnson is a valid political candidate running for President, and his presence in the polls is on the rise.  He’s the Libertarian party candidate, which means he believes in smaller government, fewer regulations and restrictions on business, or in your personal lives, and a more autonomous citizenry.  Under this type of government, creativity and invention flourish. Businesses are started, and grow. Work becomes available for more people, and productivity increases. People are happier, because they have the freedom to indulge themselves in speculative efforts; which sometimes pay off quite well.

Now, I know that we have two, very powerful, candidates running under different party banners.  It might seem impossible to dream of having such a good guy candidate actually win, but there is a scenario in which it might happen.  If the other two candidates cancel each others’s electoral college votes out, somewhat, so that neither of them have enough, if Gary can win a state, and pull just enough votes to keep either of them from winning flat out, then the decision goes to the Hill.  It would be something like what happened when Nixon Resigned, and his Vice President was already impeached.  Our congressmen and women made the decision who would be the President until the elections happened.  That’s how Gerald Ford became President after Nixon.  So Maybe, the congress wouldn’t like either of the two powerful candidates enough and would choose Gary.

Maybe that’s what his campaign rallying cry should be. Choose Gary.

 

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Why Donald Trump is Smarter than Joe Scarborough

New Wikileaks news about election interference

Fixing the Medicaid Nightmare

 

This is a reblog, obviously.  I didn’t write this, but it’s good to know who is taking credit for the DNC hack.  That would be whoever Guccifer is….. and this entity has posted pictures of documents that were hacked from their emails as well. Apparently, they don’t have any better security on their email servers than Hillary did on hers…   I guess just about anyone with some hacker savvy could get into them.

Hi all! It’s time for new revelations now. All of you may have heard about the DCCC hack. As you see I wasn’t wasting my time! It was even easier than in the case of the DNC breach. As …

Source: Guccifer 2.0 hacked DCCC

I have five beautiful daughters.  Each is their own type of beautiful; no two really alike, though there are similarities among them.  None of them realize just how much they mean to me, individual…

Source: Five Graces

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I have five beautiful daughters.  Each is their own type of beautiful; no two really alike, though there are similarities among them.  None of them realize just how much they mean to me, individually, or collectively. All of them are strong women, each handling difficult situations in their own way, and facing challenges and obstacles with determination and perseverance. The learning curves are steep for all of them, as the examples they had to model themselves on weren’t very good (Yes, I’m talking about myself and their fathers). Though each had their own advantages as well, whether they recognize them, or not.

I had my own challenges and obstacles to overcome. I’m still dealing with the fall out from a chaotic child hood, where, yes, sometimes bad things happened, but there was good in it, as well.  The tough part is sorting out the chaff from the grain.  Unfortunately, my daughters were born in the middle of that sorting process. After many years, I finally learned to let go of anger at my parents for not being perfect, but not before my daughters were already grown.  I realized, at long last, that each of my parents did as well as they were able, with what they understood.  Sometimes that grieves me, but I accept that they are who they are.  I hope, that someday my daughters can do the same for me.

Our individual levels of what we understand to be good, vary widely.  The material we are made of, how we respond to our various stimuli, sets the boundaries that we work within, with the gifts  we are given upon entrance to this world, and the experiences we collect traveling through it. I hope I live up to my best potential; although, sometimes I fear that sloth will be the finish of my dreams.  Or maybe it’s my frequent low energy levels that keep me from accomplishing my goals, though I doubt it.

Some of my goals don’t require a lot of energy, they just need me to get started on them.  Once I begin a painting, there is usually no problem finishing it.  I just have trouble getting started on stretching a new canvas, and applying the first dab of paint to it. Being in school again, helps me with some of that.  Where there is a requirement, I tend to follow through.  I just need to get myself to believe I have a requirement to get my own ideas onto canvas, or translated into real pieces, so all those things I want to show my daughters, and the world, will exist in a dimensional reality, and not just in my head.

I hope that my daughters find it easier to get started on their dreams, and aren’t afraid to find out how they’ll turn out.  I hope each of my daughters have their own dreams, and hopes.  Ultimately, I dream we will all get to know each other better, and be able to appreciate the grace that is in each other.

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Thanks to The “Three Graces” rock formation at the Garden of the Gods park in Colorado SpringsColo.trekearth.com, and the image of The Pleiades, from bing images.

Other Sites:

The Music of Poetry

Defining Values for Politics

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I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets frustrated with technology.  Yes, it’s wonderful, what it can do for us, but it’s also endlessly complicating.  The old joke about not being able to program the VCR, is now multiplied a hundredfold, with each new piece of digital equipment; even with each new version of an old program. The old, non-programmable electronics were more than enough to have to learn all the bits and pieces of.  Each one unique.  Each one functional.

This digital age, with so many programmable, and re-programmable artifacts, is astounding in it’s endless variety.  It is also endlessly frustrating in the many ways to do the programming, the editing, the setting up, and the searching for, Wrong.

Maybe some of you never have this problem.  You instinctively know how to stroke the keys/touch screen for each new application.  After all, it’s intuitive!   Or not.   Hmmmm…perhaps, this instinct mostly applies to programmers….  or millennials  ;)

Like learning English, if you grow up with it, it seems to come naturally, but if you are learning it after the fact, say, as a second language….  it’s complicated.  I frequently end up doing things the same ‘old’ way, simply because I don’t understand the function of the new bits and pieces; how they are applied, or where they need to be used. There aren’t enough instructions, and if there were, they wouldn’t be clearly enough written, since the writers of the instructions frequently assume you already know all the ‘basics’.

I’ve been a technical writer.  I understand all too clearly, where the failures in an instruction manual are, and why they happen.  Often times, a company has the engineers write up the instructions, and then just slaps it into a book , or booklet, that way.  This leaves anyone who isn’t an engineer on the short end of understanding.

The first reason for a lack of understanding, is because engineers have their own language to speak in, and they write the instructions in that language. The second reason, and this is the worst error, is because engineers already understand all the ‘basics’, therefor, they assume everyone else will too.  So many steps get left out of the instructions because of that misunderstanding. And finally, the third reason instructions aren’t understood, even if they get written clearly, is because no one wants to read them anyway.  There’s just too much time consumed in all that extra reading, for every new little thing that comes along. Hence, the only ones who understand all this new technology, are the millennials, who grew up with it, like growing up with English, or Cantonese, or Russian.

In sum, I enjoy oil painting because I understand it. It’s  simple, basic, and in its own way, endlessly editable.  Painting with a digital piece of equipment?  Hmmmm….. I have seen some very beautiful works of art produced digitally, but I think I’ll pass on learning the techniques, simply because I don’t enjoy the frustration that goes along with having to ask, “How does this work?” for every little part of every little (or huge) new program.  Even the (bless the person who invented word processing) writing programs are frustrating enough.  Each new change, designed to make life easier, produces new anxiety in me.  Something else to learn. Something else to understand.  My curiosity just doesn’t want to go there anymore.

 

 

Other links you might like:

Defining Values

Speak Kind to Yourself

The Music of Poetry

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The title of this post is a bit tongue in cheek.  This  post is really about the weather, or the effects the weather is having on my brain, or both.  You remember that commercial about drugs, and what your brain looks like on drugs?  Well, it turns out that the weather can have the same effect on your brain as a harsh chemical.  There are definitely days when my brain feels like it is frying. Of course, that may be owing to my part-time job.

I currently work as a seasonal employee at Lowe’s, in their outdoor lawn and garden section.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the work; I love this job.  In fact, I love working with the plants so much, that I went back three times to apply for the position, until I finally got hired on.  The fact that I love the job, does not negate the fact that, on hot, sunny days, my brain sometimes feels like it’s frying. It helps some, that there are hats to wear, and I usually have a watering hose in my hands, that frequently leaks, and keeps me cooled off some on the outside.

Even so, I get so involved in watering and cleaning up the plants and flowers, that I sometimes forget to take a break.  Even with all the water in the air, and on my cloths, I still get dehydrated when I forget to take a break.  It’s this sneaky dehydration, from sweating out the liquids and minerals, even though there is a cooling flow of leaky water, that puts my brain in jeopardy, and makes me feel like my head is on fire. But I have experience in the military, and am good at monitoring my own vital signs.  I do remember to take a break, when dehydration symptoms start showing up.  Perhaps it is this which keeps me from a visit to the emergency room, as so many others this summer have found themselves doing.

For instance, my youngest daughter came down with a summer cold, and somehow, it turned into bronchial spasms, just prior to becoming bronchitis.  My youngest daughter is 21 years old, and has never had bronchial spasms before, in her life.  None of my daughters, to my knowledge, have ever had bronchial spasms before. This health malady was a new experience for both of us.  Because the health card was not currently working (that’s another story), we ended up being sent to the hospital emergency room.

On the way to the emergency room, we ended up on a crowded bridge where the traffic wasn’t moving very fast.  My car, this summer, is without air-conditioning.  The lack of speedy forward motion prevented us from getting a good flow of air through the car windows, and it got pretty warm. The warmth and humidity in the air was exacerbating my daughters condition.  She told me she felt like she had a tight collar around her throat, and she couldn’t get it off.  We finally made it to the hospital and got checked in at the desk, and were directed to the waiting area. While waiting, several gurneys came in from the ambulance services, with additional patients. Once checked in at the desk, some of these were also directed to take a seat in the waiting room.  There were several people with heat related maladies. They, as we, waited for hours before being admitted to the emergency services personnel.

Some of us chatted with each other, sympathizing with the situation, and encouraging each other to hang in there. I don’t know if their brains felt fried, but one, who worked at a car wash, had stomach cramps and vomiting so severe that he couldn’t keep anything down, including the water he was trying to drink, and another one, who had been working outside for the previous two days, had muscle cramps in his arms and hands, which caused his fingers and wrists to turn inward and lock up. So many suffering with fried muscles, fried stomachs, and fried lungs,  from excessive exposure to heat, and profuse sweating, (with and without external applications of water)  without enough internal hydration, or replacement of vital minerals and salts.

Whatever is causing this years weather, ozone holes (which they say is healing, now) pre-volcanic earth crust heating, extra moons, or wobbly, eccentric planetary orbits,  it’s hot and humid this summer.  Watch out for yourselves, and each other. Stay hydrated. Add more salt to your diet, to help your body hang on to your water, and eat or drink more foods with high mineral contents, (milk, bananas, potatoes, melons, etc.)  to replace what sneakily gets sweated out, even when you don’t notice it.    Try not to let your brain fry, like eggs on a hot summer sidewalk.

 

Other links you may like:

https://lukeatkins.wordpress.com/about/comment-page-3/#comment-602

https://themusicofpoetry.wordpress.com/category/poetry-2/stanzas/

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So… I’m back in school again. This semester I have Chemistry 101 and Chem Lab 103, and Contemporary Issues in Meteorology, among other classes.  Quite the mix.   Heavy on the Science.

This mornings class left me thinking about causal relationships and how we view them.

If you take one set of factors, and put them on a line and another set of factors that appear related to the first factors, and put them on another line and set them at a 90 degree angle, you can use those factors to create a graph.  You can set up a problem that charts a causal relationship.   The tricky part is determining Which part of the related items caused the other part to happen, if they aren’t Both caused by something Else.

Of course we have all heard that the increased Human activity is causing  a hole in the Ozone…  and that we are increasing the green-house gas, carbon dioxide, through various means, And that we contribute significantly to an increase in methane, which is another greenhouse gas (though cows are apparently a Bigger source of methane contribution than we are).  The cycle of decay contributes to the methane production overall. The class material informs us that water vapor is another Greenhouse gas, which is in a much bigger proportion in the atmosphere than either of the other two.

So….. I got to thinking about heat, and growth, and decay…. because after-all, the increased heat, changing to Ice age has happened Several times, according to the data, even Way before people populated the earth.  So how did that happen if WE are to blame for it now?

What if……. we are looking at the graph relationship backwards?

If we look at increasing heat, as a causal relationship with an increasing ability of the earth to produce plant life (in the ice age, only the tropic zone produced noticeable plant life, but as the ice retreated, much larger areas of land could produce much more plant life) which in turn increases the ability of animal life to proliferate, and all of that increase raises, and speeds up the release of methane from the decay cycle.. both the increase in the plant/animal life ( added carbon dioxide and added oxygen) and the increase in the decay cycle (added methane) would add green-house gases to the atmosphere, and the increased Heat would also increase the evaporation cycle and add more water vapor to the air. The more green-house gases added, the more heat trapped beneath, would again create more available land area to produce increased plant life (at least where there is enough water).  This would cause a continuing expansion of green-house gases and heat for an ongoing number of centuries….. People wouldn’t have  been necessary to cause any of this affect.  Just increasing Heat.  So where did the increase in heat come from in the first place?

Just something to think about.

 

Whoohoo !!!  Ok.  I’m celebrating a little because I got back in to my accounts.  It’s been more than a year since I’ve been on here, or almost any other of my internet connections.  True, I’m still doing this at a library, but now I’m close enough to one to actually get to use it more than once every few months.  I’ve been hiding out in the hills for a bit, recovering from what turned into a bad marriage….. but enough about that.

As much as I espouse Not being dependent on internet connections, I Did sometimes miss it.  I do enjoy sharing an occasional rant, or some bit of newly acquired wisdom, or even to repeat old axioms that need to be revisited once in a while. I hope to be able to spread a little cheer sometimes, or encourage others in their journey through this life.  It’s definitely not easy….. but if you hang in there, it’s frequently worth it.

I’m looking forward to getting back on my feet, both in here, and in the job market, and in the pursuit of happiness.

Notice it’s the “Pursuit” of happiness; Not the Guarantee of it. 

(Hmmmmm….. Grammat Nazi’s, help me out here.  What do I need to do to fix that last sentence?) (I know I’m asking for a Lot more than I’ve bargained for on this one:/ )

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If you’ve been reading the last few posts, you know that I was nominated for a Sunshine Award (why, is still a mystery) by Lila, of Lila’s Twist.  I posted this and the rules for it and then nominated a few of my favorite bloggers as I was supposed to do.

One of my favorite bloggers re-nominated me for the same award.

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Thank you Anne. Anne is a Professional Astrologer, that is, I am updating my previous post with correct material supplied by the ever truthful and delightful Anne, who stated  “I have a Diploma in Psychological Astrology (1998) from my studies with Dr Liz Greene and the late Charles Harvey at the Centre for Psychological Astrology in London.”    So you should Still definitely go check out her blog, Writings from the Twelfth House, http://anne-whitaker.com/weblog/, especially if you want to know anything about how astrology Really works.

This time I will answer ten more questions about myself. That is, last time I simply said if you wanted to know ten things about me, you should read my posts, because there are more than ten answers in them.  Yes, that was sort of cheating.   Anne has kindly allowed me the opportunity of repenting of my sin of cheating.

My ten answers are found below:

1.)   My hair doesn’t like to curl, and won’t stay that way without Lots of hairspray (It feels like plastic then).

2.)   My shoe size has changed from a 5 to a 6 1/2 in the last ten years, and no, I didn’t grow taller.

3).   I used to have difficulty finding a belt that would fit me, as most belts were too long. Now I don’t have that problem.

4.)   I learned to ride horses as a child using bailing twine as a halter and reins, and no saddle.

5.)    My favorite color has always been deep purple.

6.)    As there are nine different nationalities in my genetic make-up, my favorite answer on all those forms that require me to choose something is “American”.   Yes, I do feel that is a legitimate answer.

7.)    I believe if we all rebelled and put “American” on the forms under Other, we would all be better off.

8.)    My priorities aren’t always the same as everyone else’s.  I have a tendency to look at the long view, and not just the immediate bottom line.

9.)    I’m a terrific service person. When I’m in a position of service, I love helping people find what they need and want.

10.)  I tend to be truthful. Sometimes that isn’t what people want.  Sometimes the truth hurts, but that wasn’t what I was trying to do.  I don’t enjoy hurting people, I just prefer clarifying what the reality that I am living in is really like.

Well there.  My penance is done.  Have a lovely day everyone.

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Thank you to Yuri in Southern Australia for both the beautiful “Sunset after the Storm” and “Sunset at the Twelve Apostles” photographs.  They are Gorgeous views.

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I’m a little speechless (but not so much that I can’t write Anything) (see, I wrote “Anything”)  (OK, enough with the lame jokes)

Now that I’ve got that little bit of inner dialogue out of the way I’ll get to the reason I’m writing today.  Someone, and they shall Not remain nameless,  Lila, from the blog Lila’s Twist , nominated me for a Sunshine Award.

Needless to say, I was floored.  My jaw dropped and my mind went nearly blank.  My emotions went from excited to humbled in half a second.  What did I write that inspired someone to Nominate me?  Worse yet, could I ever write anything to inspire someone again?  Would I Want to have that specter hanging over my head every time I wrote anything?

Well, obviously it hasn’t prevented me from typing away in here.

So what is a Sunshine award?  Below is the Logo.

It appears that there are a few rules to accepting this award:

1) Include the award’s logo in a post or on your blog.
2) Answer 10 questions about yourself.
3) Nominate other fabulous bloggers.
4) Link your nominees to this post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they have been nominated.
5) Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

So obviously I have accomplished rule one;

Rule two has been accomplished if you read my posts, you’ll find that I have answered more than a few questions about myself;

I will henceforth go out and locate other fabulous bloggers and nominate them for the award (you’ll find links to them below, thus fulfilling rule four as well);

and five, has already been done (see the second paragraph).

Nominee number one is:

1)      http://year-struck.com/

Whose way with words never fails to inspire me.

2)     http://becomingmadame.wordpress.com/

Your Recipe for Stewed Chestnuts to pour over an entree made my day, not to mention a whole week of meal menus🙂

3)      http://anne-whitaker.com/2012/09/17/holy-dharma-with-heron-2/

This post made me want to go for a hike along the nature trail and maybe over the trestle bridges too.  Sunshine indeed!

4)     http://aninepoundhammer.com/

Your photographs are breathtaking sunshine in and of themselves.  Thank you.

5)     http://prettyfeetpoptoe.com/

She has a way with a rant that makes you laugh, making your day a little lighter, so yes, she deserves a sunshine award too.

I hope you all enjoy your awards as much as I have mine, and for those of you reading this that didn’t get nominated….  There is something wrong with the way the internet or my computer is behaving today because there wree several of you that I wanted to link to but the link never opened up…. I hope that doesn’t mean that you aren’t there anymore.

Take care and have a great Sunshiny day🙂

 

My Apologies for the edit, but I forgot to Thank M. Srikanth for that Beautiful Photograph of Sunshine

It’s a Sunrise over Coff’s Harbour in New South Wales.   Fabulous.

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First, I want to thank all my followers.  You are wonderful.  The joy I get from seeing that little notification that someone else has liked and is following my blog is matched only by the joy of seeing someone’s face light up when I’ve done something for them.   Thank you for checking out my work.  I do go to your sites and check your’s as well.  I hope I have remembered to push the little button each time, but I confess, that sometimes I get lost in perusing the material, past and present, and then get distracted by some ordinary everyday thing that demands my attention and I might miss doing that once in a while.

So of course you are wondering why I have that title up there?  I know that title sounds ominous.  What kind of person asks that kind of question?  It’s not that I don’t appreciate being able to locate things because they’ve been put in likely locations.  In this instance, it’s because nobody Else knows where to look, or maybe they really don’t care to look.  I’m a little afraid to find out.

In this instance, I’m talking about being organized as a blogger.  You see, I split my blog up into parts, to make it less diverse.  I have a recipe section now, (but it’s mostly about taking care of your thyroid) and I have a poetry blog, and one that’s pretty much all about political values.

I know that I sometimes get people on the poetry blog because I now have some followers there.  I don’t have so much going on with the other two.  Maybe it’s because there isn’t any interest in looking at them.  I suppose that’s fair.  Perhaps my followers here are more interested in the personal aspects of my life, and less about what I have to say about political things or health things.  Still, I can’t help be disappointed that those sites aren’t getting viewed as well, or maybe that’s greedy of me.

Perhaps I should just be very contented that I have followers on two sites.  When I consider it that way, that is pretty awesome to me.  Wow.  How could I want for more?  Is it worth it being organized?  Perhaps.  If only so that I don’t bore my followers with things they aren’t interested in.

Thank you for reading my musings and rants, and have a great day!

 

Thank you to Ifindkarma for the lovely picture of organizing boxes.

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craps (Photo credit: Ben McLeod)

OK.  So I’m feeling guilty for not writing sooner than this.  It’s not that I haven’t had any opinions on anything, nor that I don’t wish to express it, but I just haven’t had a lot to say on anything, so I haven’t.  Other people have been doing a fine job of saying all kinds of things, so I don’t think you’ve had any lack of reading material.

I know that I’m not alone in wishing that the elections were already over.  It’s been a Really long electoral season, and the rhetoric has been thick from all sides.  There’s an awful lot of research and pondering to do about it all.  For many, this season is one of a toss of the coin.  It may seem like there is no clear choice. To some, both candidates may appear to have blatant weaknesses.  So the question then becomes what do you want to take your chances on?

Casting your vote in an election may be akin to tossing the dice at a Craps table.  You’re putting all the juice behind your selection that you can get, hoping fervently that the outcome will be in your favor.  Come on….. baby needs a new pair of shoes!

Well, that last saying may be truer for many than it ever has been before if the rate of increase in people on food stamps is any indication.  In this gambling climate, the question becomes do you want to leave your money riding on the current course, and hope that the odds will change and fall in your favor this time?

Of course, when we gamble, we usually have a set limit that we won’t go beyond.   What limit did we set for ourselves, for our economy, for our nation?  Have we exceeded that limit?  Would casting your vote for the same course of action be doubling down on a long lost cause?  Can we afford to double down?  What would happen to us if the gamble Fails?

Maybe it’s time to walk away from this crap game and find something that’s more along the lines of applying our talents to earning our money the old fashioned way.  It may be slower, but the risks are fewer, and we have more individual control over the out come.

 

 

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Well, now what?  What happens when you do something you didn’t mean to do?

Can it be undone?  How about modified, excused, or made good use of?

Was it a praiseworthy accident?  Or something you’d rather not admit to?

When it comes right down to it, how many things do we do everyday, that may as well have been accidental?

Did we actually plan for things to turn out that way?

Was it on the list of things to do?

Was that the process we had mapped out for it?

Perhaps, under the circumstances, our lives are all accidental.

We caper about in our mad dash to get somewhere and all along we are merely riders on the tail end of a whip line, tossed hither and yon, and lucky if we don’t fall off.

 

 

Thanks to Van Gogh for his painting of a Plum Tree.

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I was reading a post by “Musings”  which spoke of temporary architecture, and it’s recent usage.  There were individual mobile platforms for ice skaters, reminding me of miniature North American Plains Indian Teepees, and really large, recyclable venues for Olympic stadiums too.

I got to pondering a bit about the direction this new mobile architecture might be taking us on.  New materials can be light weight, easily assembled, transportable, and strong.  There has also been a new emphasis on smaller scaled living, probably due to the economic downturn that has lasted for so long.  With that in mind, take a leap of imagination with me toward a slightly different looking future:

Picture a wooded slope, previously not to thickly inhabited, but now you see glimpses through the trees of small, sometimes bright colored constructions.  Here in the flatter foreground is a ring of small personal spaces sharing a central area with a water spigot and hot water source, and each having easy access to a nearby row of privies and showers, somewhat like vacationer campgrounds.

61st St. Community Garden, Chicago

61st St. Community Garden, Chicago (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Areas of urban blight have been transformed into guarded miniature homestead parks, occupied by individuals with a collective agreement to share responsibilities for the space while in residence there. Structures from Yurts to geodesic domes to re-purposed shipping crates occupy empty lots formerly used as dumping grounds.  Former welfare recipients and newly-released-from-state-care orphans find a place within these communities to begin their upward climb out of poverty.  These communities serve as half-way stops for both those growing into new responsibilities, and as stopping places on the way out of the working life while one still wishes to be useful.  Social security check recipients now reside here and live well, while contributing their aid and skills to the community effort.

The structures aren’t quite tents, nor are they as permanent looking as sheds, but something of a cross between the two.  Light weight composite materialbolted together and anchored into the ground with flexible steel cables attached to long pegs in the ground to keep them from blowing away in storms.  Electricity powered from a central source run into each personal space,  powering lights and small unit cooler/heater systems.  No individual structure taking up more space than what can be easily assembled and taken back down.

Portable home

 

Among the trees  of the turnpikes and within the canyons formed by empty lots between buildings, there are individual sites with similar footage, some on the ground and some built into abandoned buildings.  All of them  parts of guarded community agreements in cooperation with city and municipal governments. There are gardens, both vertical and horizontal in the available spaces, and chickens are raised in long, portable  coops which both fertilize the ground and help control pests in the community garden tended by rotating shifts of volunteers.

This is an urban oasis for the new overworked, and underpaid entry level  technicians in Any Company, America.  This is the new retirement villa’s of the recently retired.  This is the refuge for the homeless and the hopeless.  This is where the shared community garden is carefully raked into the earth and just as carefully tended to by various residents who enjoy growing their own food.  Several Converted shipping crates serve as canning kitchens and storage space for the food stuffs created and preserved here.

There are rental bike racks not far from these new urban residences; and mobile food vendors ply their trade nearby as a service to these hardy human beings.  Clothing and sundry other mobile vendors work the streets nearby to meet the constant needs of these just in time consumers.

Stacked shipping crates have been modified to easily and properly house refugees and migrant workers.  Showers and public facilities are engineered into some of the shipping crates as shared utilities and others are converted into community kitchens. Bunk beds and hammocks are strung through others as sleeping spaces, and still others are rooms for entertainment or study.

A daycare has been created from a grouping of shipping crates and a lightweight cover extending over a guarded play area.  Meals are served on tables that fold down from the inner court’s walls as complete seating and eating units.  Colorful murals by local artists depict a happy environment for growing children on the outsides of these structures, adding to the delightful ambiance of the neighborhood.

An out of service semi-trailer, painted in murals by local artists,  serves as a covered bus stop with benches lining the walls between the doors.

These communities can be located anywhere there is available space; the various occupants working in either the community itself (Guard, daycare, gardening, laundry, clean-up crew, cooking) or outside in whatever labor or industry the occupants can locate, and contributing by helping to pay for the water access and available electricity while being fed by the community for their contributions.

 

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Authority figures of Colu

Our government has been engaged in the effort to force people to help each other.

It has frequently postured that we aren’t good enough to each other on our own, and that it must take more from one group of people and give it to another group of people to keep them from suffering or going without.

The idea that necessity is the Mother of invention has been ignored and stifled by edict and regulation.

This maneuver is supposed to have no negative effects, only positive ones; but so far, I haven’t observed this one way street in action.

 

I have observed the populous that is handed this benevolence become lacking in drive or ambition, through the shoddily crafted legislation that prohibits any of the recipients from using their helping support to get themselves ahead.

I have observed that as long as benefits are available, they will be used up (no spendthrifts we, with Other people’s money).

I have observed that those who are taken from in this manner reduce their willing donations to those in need, because someone else is already taking care of that for them.

I have observed that those who take this benevolence end up resenting the assistance, because they are never credited with any ability to make improvements on their own, and are punished financially when they try.

I have observed the growing detachment and resentment of both sides of this scenario.

You can’t legislate morality.

It must be taught with love and compassion and understanding, and a steady dose of reflection on the pains that we cause others by our misdeeds.

It must be taught with active involvement in helping those less fortunate, and the first hand observation of the joy that helping gives to others.

It must be taught with humility and gratitude that we are able to help others.

It must be taught by those who are closest to the  ones needing to be taught.

It must be taught by those who are the immediate authority figures, by example and by kindness; preferably by their parents, and always by those entrusted with their teaching at the public level.

 

This, Dear Government, can’t be forced, or coerced by government edict.

It must be willingly available through the good will of the citizenry.

If this is not available, we will fail, and we will continue to have atrocities.

The more restrictions and interference the government imposes on the lives of the citizenry, the more stress the society will be under, and the  more people will forget that they are neighbors, and seek to marginalize and eliminate those who are not in a position to help them.

The more force and intimidation is brought to bear on us all, the more a lack of compassion will rule our society,

and bring down all of us,

and our children’s children’s children.

 

 

Thank you to Wikipedia for the picture of The Authority Figures of Colu, from a Warner Brothers Cartoon.

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Butterfly

I’ve been considering consulting a psychic about how, or if I should pursue building my business.  I’ve been doing some work on my own for a couple of years now, and just last year I paid a hefty fee for getting it incorporated, but my overhead is still way too high and I’ve moved it to another state (in spite of another hefty fee for changing the principle address of my business) to cut the costs down.  Still, I’m not sure how I’m going to meet expenses at my current rate of business.  I may have to diversify and bring in revenue from different sources to keep it going.

As many of you have already heard, our President just gave us all a rousing good talking to about our modern way of creating a business.  Apparently, I’ve been going about it all the wrong way.  I’ve been thinking that I was in this all by myself.

Of course not, he tells me.  I’ve had good teachers that gave me the opportunity to learn to read (oops, I thought that was my parents job, since I was reading way ahead of my grade level in school), I’ve had government that built the roads I use (wasn’t that paid for by tax dollars from already thriving businesses before they were built?),  and infrastructure that was in place before I was born (telephone systems were installed by private enterprise weren’t they?  and paid for by the customers?).  Hmmmm…  Oh and the Internet, that was conceived of by the government (as an in-house system) and then jumped on by everyone else…… (Micro-soft was begun as a private business wasn’t it?  and Apple? and IBM? and Sun Systems?  when were they government owned?) who didn’t have to pay for them (thank goodness I can get all this computer stuff for free…  ooops, maybe not.)

Well, I certainly want to thank everyone out there who has contributed to my business success. Now I can breathe easy because I won’t have to worry about where my business is going to find it’s customers, or how I’m going to pay for the Insurance for it or the marketing costs, or the delivery system, or the software or the… wait a minute…. do you mean to tell me that I still have to pay for all of that Myself!???

Well…. If I have to build my business all by myself, and then still pay the government for the privilege of doing it, why should I bother to do it at all?  I’m sure the government will take care of me if I don’t.  My President has said they were the source I should credit for everything we have.

 

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P.S.

I hope you can see that butterfly..  he’s been enlarged a bit…  so he looks a bit watered down… much like our finances.

 

Christ Jesus Mormon

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints  (Photo credit: More Good Foundation)

I read a fun little poem recently on another blog with a post called “Is the Church a Zoo” that spoke of the different types of people observed in church and how they shared traits with a variety of animals.  Different animal behaviors were exhibited by the same people over different activities.  It’s a fun poem, and a philosophical puzzle.  There were many reactions to it which agreed with the sentiment, and some even pointed out that some of those behaviors were why they no longer went to church.  There were a few commenters who stated that they observed their faith by staying home and studying and praying on their own.  This item was what gave me pause and a reason to write here again.

I cannot fault those who feel that the weaknesses of others is a good reason to not participate in church.  I have done this myself.  Having said that, I will also say, that I repent me of having done that.  Not being involved doesn’t make the others More involved.  It just deprives the body of the church of yet another person who Could have been helpful, but chose Not to be.  What is an organized church for, after all, if not to make it easier to become aware of the needs of others, and for them to become aware of our needs.  How else can we follow in the footsteps of Christ if we won’t look for and actively engage ourselves in ministering to the needs of others.  This is Not solely the job of the pastor, but of All who profess willingness to follow in His footsteps.

We are all human, however, and as such, subject to these frequent failings.  Making the mistake of thinking that removing yourself from the body will somehow send a message that the body is sick and needs healing is simply adding insult to injury.  This observation does not make me more righteous than anyone else.  It just means that I have learned my lesson on this particular point.   There are many other points I have yet to work on.  Some of them, I have at least become aware of, so I have hope that I may yet improve on them.

One of the failings that I have become aware of is that of complacency, or laziness, whichever term you prefer.  I like the little rut I’m in and don’t like getting out of it.  This leaves some of the things I Should be doing sort of hanging…..  I have to Actively move myself into a state of activity outside of my own personal zone of comfort.  My complacent state of being finds this annoying.  My Spirit tells me that I Must do more.  So I will do more (sigh).   When I get to the point that I no longer think of this as annoying, but look forward to doing more for others, that is when I will have made some serious improvement in my effort to follow Christ.

I find that what I think of as More and what I actually do as more are somewhat different things, but there is hope yet, that I will live up to my own expectations of myself.  At least, if I move a little further out of my comfort zone, perhaps I will actually be able to benefit someone other than myself, and Maybe, just maybe, pay back some of what others (who have succeeded in moving out of Their comfort zones) have done for me  (At least those who are here in this world with me).  On the other hand, I know that I will Never be able to repay Christ for what He has done for me.  And He’s OK with that.  He only requires that I do the best that is in me by being as actively engaged as I can manage.  That’s all He requires of anyone.  Even you.

 

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I am beginning a new venture.  I am working with a young lady in the Phillipine Islands to translate a book of poetry.  In some ways, I feel like I’m working blind, as I do not speak or read her language.  I have known her for a little while though and trust her intelligence and instincts.  I wonder how she is feeling about this…. the poetry originated on this side of the world.  How will it translate there?  In what ways will sympathies be the same, and in what ways, be confusing?

This should be interesting as a cultural exchange of another sort.

Thank you to sekart99 at Flikr for the beautiful photograph.

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Crime Scene

Crime Scene (Photo credit: Alan Cleaver)

OK!  I’m sure I’m not the alone in reading about more than one cannibalistic killer in the world within the past three weeks.  I’m sure I’m not alone in considering this behavior to be bizarre, and even more so that there have been Several cases by Different people in diverse places.  Some readers have stated they believe that the recreational use of Bath Salts may be at fault, but there has been no confirmation of that as the cause.

Other readers have even gone so far as to draw analogies with flesh eating Zombies.  Oh if only that were what this was. If it were  Zombies that were responsible, then we could excuse the behavior as a side effect of a virus, the way that Rabies makes people and animals lose control.

But that Isn’t what is happening here.  These cannibals live in our cities, have no responsible attacking virus, and work among us all as though they were decent human beings!  This madness has even been filmed and sent to the internet as a video by one Canadian man who has since been caught, after an international chase found him in Germany.

Is This a new kind of crime wave? A more gruesome kind of depravity to look forward to in the coming years?  I thought about putting this post in my Political blog, but this isn’t a political problem.  It’s a spiritual one.  These crimes point out a deep divide between what a society Says it believes in, and what it’s actually promoting.  These crimes aren’t just about personal frustration, they are about rage, and hate, and brutality on display for a larger public viewing.

Not unlike the terrorist activity, where people in public places are killed by large explosions; these crimes are meant to be horrific, and to elicit horrified reactions, whether just from the victim, or from a larger public as well.   Even when the perpetrator of the crime is hallucinating, these reactions are still outrageous.  One would Hope that this is not the behavior that was taught as proper by whatever authority raised these persons. This behavior is still way outside what is considered acceptable, so even within a hallucination, it is Still an unacceptable reaction.

How did we get this way?  When did our society become so enamored of  graphic and outrageous behavior that this type of gruesome activity could be considered by any perpetrator?  Did it begin with the talk show circuit?  The public display of unusual and decadent behaviors by one or another of a couple?  Did it enter into the thought cycle with the advent of “Reality” shows, which are set up to be confrontational and to promote irrational behaviors for the ratings that would generate?  Was it because of the attention that international terrorist activity gets, that our usual, run of the mill criminal mind suddenly gets grandiose ideas for attention getting by this means?

Some people would say that these behaviors have always been around, and we are just seeing more of them because we have the internet, but really, these types of behaviors have made the news in other times, and have been talked about world wide as well, the way that Jack the Ripper was, or that the Boston Strangler was, or the Lindberg Kidnapping.  They made the news internationally too, and they didn’t have the internet then.  So I don’t think this behavior is always out there.  It seems to be a periodic type of behavior. The last time there was a world wide tracking of it was prior to World War I.  I hope that an increase in cannibalism is not an indicator of another world wide event of that nature.

The spread of human cannibalism (anthropophagy...

The spread of human cannibalism (anthropophagy) in the late 19th century. The text to this map: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How do we turn this around?  How do we make it once again, an unacceptable, never to be thought of, let alone carried out,  crime.  What do we do as a society to get back to a stronger moral footing?  Is there something we can choose as a People, that would discourage this behavior once again?

Do we choose Not to publish this type of behavior?  How about not publishing the neighbors dirty laundry?  Maybe we should go back to rolling up the sidewalks on Sundays; no businesses open, and encourage more people to attend some kind of church service, to be reminded that there will be an accounting for our choices.  What will it take for people to Not want to consider eating each other as a form of punishment/criminal attention getting?  How has this modern society fallen so far?!

 

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