Sunday, December 11th, 2016 — -19˚C / -3˚F & “Brrrr” in Atlantic Canada @ 8:51 am Atlantic Time — Cuzzin Sarah’s Birthday { heart heart heart } —
Sunrise Sky Friday, December 9th, 2016 – I couldn’t hold the camera steady enough to get a decent telephoto shot of this. This was me leaning the camera on the top of the chain link fence and holding my breath – What we see and what we can capture with a camera are not always quite the same-
— 2016 has been ‘a Nine year’ numerologically – [ 2+0+1+6 = 9 ] – which, to people who believe that the numerical values of days and months and years have a psychological and/or spiritual effect on human beings, means it’s a time of ending cycles. Depending on who you talk to or listen to, this is further warped by the number of the month and date – You’re supposed to add the month and date together and use that to modify the year’s number. { So, if you were born on January 1st, you’d add one plus one and hopefully get two and add that to the year’s number, get eleven and either think you were experiencing a ‘master number’ eleven year or add one and one again and get two and believe you were having yourself a ‘two’ year. – In my case, I was born on September 9th, so 9+9 = 18 and 1+8 = 9 So I might have just lived through most of a double 9 year. Would all my ‘9’ years be doubled? – You’d have to consult with an ‘expert’ numerologist on that one. And of course, you might have to believe that numbers have vibrational power to augment or mess with they human psyche to ‘buy into’ this. Or you could be ‘scientific’ about it and say, “hey, I’m open minded – let’s see if this works-”
— Part of the explanation for what a ‘9’ year is supposed to be all about is that a lot of people will feel like they’ve finished a cycle. And, according to a couple I’ve heard on the radio this last year, a lot of people will figure the cycle they’re finished with is this life on planet earth. You may have noticed that an awful lot of people have checked out/ moved on to hopefully higher planes of existence this last year. My favorite spouse, Cathi, comes home from work too often saying things like, “Hey guess who left us today-?” — Too many wonderful people have moved on to better things this year and left us here, basking in the increasingly toxic atmosphere of whatever is going on in the power struggles of those who believe they should be in charge of the rest of us.
— & I’ve been ‘re-thinking’ a lot of philosophical stuff.
— But I also participated in “NaNoWriMo 2016” – National Novel Writing Month – last month, November – The idea with this is, you commit yourself to writing 50,000 words during the month of November, basically to prove to yourself that you can do that. For the second year in a row I wrote more like 100,000 words on my ‘NaNo Novel’ – & what ya gotta do here is — “Don’t stop and edit it, just get it all down-” and don’t go judging what you’ve got because you can cripple your effort by re-reading and feel the bottom drop out as you tell yourself, “Well, this sux-” and re-play the mind numbing words of everybody who tried to tell you that you’re a worthless piece of doo-doo if you’re not knocking yourself out to live your live by their standards and their rules. And, since they control their game, you can never measure up – hey, they cheat – in their minds they win if they convince you that- “you’ll never amount to anything, so why bother?”
— This year’s ‘Winner’ Banner – tailored to ‘effbook’ standards & size { originally 1500 x 555 pixels }.
— ( I hate sans-serif fonts ) —
— This is the page from the NaNoWriMo web site that tells you you’ve passed their ‘upload your nano novel’ test and should really dig into your pockets and donate whatever $’s you can – They do not engage in the kind of nasty politix that many ‘beedy grastards’ stoop to – they do not try to convince you that you are a worthless piece of doo-doo if you don’t fork over the money you thought you could save to buy one of your favorite people a nice ‘it’s the thought that counts’ holiday presents.
— So I just ‘binge-watched’ all five seasons of ‘Person Of Interest’ on Bell Aliant’s take on a Netflix type service { ‘Crave TeeVee’ } (( And loved the character “Root” who was supposed to be a one episode character but, according to one of the ‘show runners’ had such a cool theme song that they wrote her in as a world class ‘dynamic character’ – Amy Acker’s Voice and expression make me want to ‘create’ and wear a tee shirt that says, “I wasn’t talking to you-” and credit that quote to ‘050313’. ))
— The perfect television programme never made it into any ‘on air’ status or ever looked like anything the ‘-powers who delude themselves into believing they ‘be’-‘ would consider airing for their own gratification and profit… But this one came close.
— Moe — our own little ‘Orange Revolution’ —
— And, once again, Moe gets the last word. I really should record some of our conversations, the plaintive cat, “Maereh Raireh!” and, “Maaw-ou-” &. “Aereh mung muh!” with so many subtle shades of emotional expression. — If I ever completely understand what he’s trying to say, I probably will be ready for a straight jacket – or a halo? —
– 10:00 am Atlantic Daylight Savings Time – I think this is the new guy – The lone deer who acted like he or she was starving last week. (The one who stayed there and hungrily ate oats while I was clearing the snow off the van so Cathi could go to work & With a Crow complaining vociferously the whole time – squawking that he thought it was his time to get at the oats.)
— Monday. March 14th, 2016 — // -1˚C / +30˚F – with cool fresh air and bright sunshine at 10:42 am Atlantic Daylight Saving Time. // I think either today or yesterday is Dana Delaney’s birthday (The actress who played Colleen McMurphy on China Beach). —
— Yesterday I was impressed by how sweet and fresh the air smelled, blowing cool and sometime sounding a bit rogue and over-zealous. The wind blew a fairy heavy plywood surfaced pallet over, after it had knocked a plastic snow shovel down-
— This morning, as I was taking the garbage can out to the edge of the driveway, where it had been light already at 7:00 am on Saturday, it was still dark. I glanced down the hill to where our side street meets Canada Street, in time to see a bus pull to a stop and open its doors for a passenger who was standing there waiting for that. I was taken by the fact that it looked like such a relaxed bit of life, a bit of background colour from a movie that you would expect to be a happy romantic comedy after seeing that slice of life for an opening scene.
— This was after I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been communicating with an Angelic or Divine Personality Who had responded to my worries about Donald Trump giving license to angry bigots to act out their racist, almost neo-fascist attitudes in public — by assuring me that a critical number of people are beginning to realize that they don’t want the cut-throat competition and constant anxiety of being divided and conquered by those who have become deluded into believing they have a right to manipulate large numbers of the populace into the atmosphere of constant anxiety and fear.
— Maybe I should just have said that I woke up feeling like I had been assured that the social-political climate will become more about cooperation and friendly interaction than competition and anxiety over false claims that our resources are becoming depleted by the unemployed, lazy welfare recipients, or foreigners/illegal aliens ‘taking our jobs away from us’. The days of rabid ‘Trumpish’ nationalism are soon to be over.
— Then this morning on CBC radio, there was a report about a trend in Vancouver, BC, where Real Estate prices are insanely high, and rent is just as astronomically over priced. A growing movement among the ‘millennials’ is communal living, Advertising ‘living space’ accompanied by descriptions of the type of community the people who already live in a particular building are trying to foster. They also said they were different from the ‘Hippy Communes’ of their grandparents [ gulp ] because they wanted to go somewhere in life, { implying that they do not want to just ‘drop out’ and try to spend their lives getting high on sex and drugs and rock and roll? }
— Then there was another segment on another CBC morning news program in which one guy was arguing that it’s time to get rid of the 8 months of Daylight Savings Time. He said the benefits of this system are only going to shop owners and most of them are the corporate mega stores. (?)
— And then somebody interviewed a Hollywood watch-dog / historic trend follower who listed several movies in which Hollywood seemed to be trying to warn their audiences that there was a real danger that the cult of personality was leading everybody down the slippery slope to fascism with Narcissistic Charismatic Leaders trying to run everybody lives. And when the interviewer asked, the historian said ‘there’s a little bit of Donald Trump in every one of those [bad guys].’ It was odd to hear them lump ‘The Manchurian Candidate’ in with ‘7 Days in May’ and ‘Meet John Doe’ and a couple other less well-known movies where, for instance media personalities were reaching for political power and, in one case asking, “So how do I get all those monkeys to vote for me?” —
— Yeah, I want to believe that things are getting better. And I wonder why I woke up so sure that this is exactly what will happen.
Here’s a little more of the decorative glass thing hanging in our porch window, looking to where the deer come to say hello and, “We’re hungry-” In this photo you can actually see how it hangs. This photo was taken at about 9:40 this morning, with the cell phone again, the usb connection routine is wonky and I want to try to get it right – silly me – —jim w—
Weird Dreams and/or ‘Psychic Experiences’:
—Wednesday, March 9th, 2016 — // — It’s 0˚C / 32˚F and we have Freezing rain and Ice Pellets falling at the moment in our little corner of Atlantic Canada @ 1:11 pm — I think I remember a couple cute, dark haired young women having their birthday today, but I don’t know if Jean and What’sername would be embarrassed if I named them here, so maybe we better leave them anonymous for now —
— I had a night of weird dreams that might even have been spooky contact with people who were not in their bodies at the time. One might have been a place memory – a dark haired woman wearing a dark ‘fashionable’ leather jacket walked past me – I was sleeping in the lounge chair – fell asleep watching the network news channel – She was probably under five feet five inches tall – walked past me – to the living room door to the dog’s ‘run’/ fenced in yard. She opened the door and stood there, staring out – I got the impression that she was surprised by the weather. I also got the impression that she was someone who lived in this house before we did – Someone who is still alive and at the time might have been dreaming, might have dreamed she was back living in this house and maybe she was or wasn’t aware of me being there, might just have charged through her memory of the living room and opened her memory of the door and stared outside at something she might have been dreaming – or if this was a place memory – she might have been upset about something that happened years ago here and that memory could be stamped pretty strongly in her memory – She might re-live whatever happened every now and then.
— But that wasn’t my only weird dream or psychic experience – I spent some time in a zone I sometimes ‘wake up’ into – an area where you’re not quite totally asleep, and not quite awake – in this ‘zone’ I can often hear the thoughts and conversations of lots of people at once, like picking up a phone and hearing every conversation in your district going on at once – usually not being able to to understand who’s talking to who, but sometimes I can ‘zoom in’ on one conversation between people who may or may not know I can hear or ‘tune in’ on them – rarely, someone who knows me will talk to me like I’m there – where-ever they are? A couple times I’ve felt like I floated into somebody’s house and caught a conversation between a couple I know and one or both of them would become aware that I’m there and say something – not always comfortable with the experience? Like, “Hi, we know you’re there, we don’t know how this is happening, but please go away and let us talk in private?”
— Early this morning – Maybe around 6:30 am Atlantic Time – I heard a lot of voices all talking at once – and didn’t particularly want to try to tune in on any of what anybody might be saying – And then I became aware of a not-so-pleasant ‘awareness’ focused on me and I ‘prayed it away’ – reached for my connection to the ‘Divine’ Personalities Who have helped me in the past – ‘Forces’ or ‘Personalities’ the mere mention or thought of will drive anything negative away – The ‘bad guys’ don’t want to mess with these guys and women and get out of dodge in a hurry if they know anybody like that is connected with me.
— This used to happen a lot. I spent several years when I never knew when I was trying to fall asleep whether I’d be atacked or come into contact with ‘not-so-friendly spirits’. And then, one day I blurted out that I’d had experiences like that to the right person at the right moment, and this guy, a Yogi, smiled and told me what to do, and if the ‘unpleasant entities’ don’t immediately leave, there’s something else I can do – Ask Ascended Masters for help and then Meditate for at least five minutes – as a ‘Thank You’ for Their help? (The longer the better.)
— But anyway, this morning, nothing unpleasant stuck around. But I was still feeling like I was shaking – shivering inside my body here – like a spiritual PTSD thing? Remembering a bunch of unpleasant encounters with not so friendly arch-types, whether they were real or not? I tried to connect with my higher Spiritual ‘Friends’ and protectors and fell asleep in the process –
— And then I dreamed that someone was telling me about some new development in the ‘Web’. They called it something like a ‘Wexler Press’ or a ‘Wiz Express’ or something like that – something like Twitter, they explained, but everything is encrypted and nobody you don’t want spying on your private life, private thoughts, vulnerabilities – etc, like if you need to tell somebody you won’t be home for a couple hours and don’t want anybody who might want to break and enter your premisis to know about that, you’d have no problem at all telling the person who needs to know what’s happening without alerting any ‘bad guys’ to that set of circumstances.
— When I woke up from this ‘conversation’ I felt 1,000% better. – You know? When you talk to somebody who is so positive and wise and full of nurturing and can inspire you any time you talk to or see this person? You get that, “Jee. I’m glad there are people like this in this world -” feeling and I was ‘energized’ for a couple hours.
— I’ve become used to the feeling that something not quite right is happening to someone somewhere – Anxiety? The feeling that not just another shoe is going to drop, but something is about to drop and you don’t know who it might effect and you have no idea where it might happen? – And it might be a simple case of eating something with too much sugar or caffeine at the wrong time and nothing bad is happening anywhere?
— But lately I’ve been feeling like something really good is about to happen to me or somebody I care about, and I get this happy tingle and I spend a couple hours wondering if I’m going to get a happy message from somebody somewhere –
— And, today, as the freezing rain is falling – and cars are moving up the very slight hill I can see from the living room door as the dog is slipping and sliding around out there – in the wet snow that’s turning to mush – I have that unreasonably good feeling that something good is happening, or is about to happen – & I like this feeling.
Sunday, March 6th, 2016, — // — Um = +1˚C / +33˚F — Sunny & Bright in Atlantic Canada @ 4:04 pm —
— This time last year we were up to our ‘eyebulbs’ in snow – today a lot of not-quite-green grass is showing all around town – and so are bits of very clear, not so clear, and a little too slippery ice –
— Let’s start with our buddy, Doug’s post from Friday :
Friday, March 4th, 2016 — // 27˚F / -3˚C & cloudy in Ithaca, NY @ 5:30 pm
In several ways – this cartoon sums up the main stream media news I’ve been hearing lately.
— After I got home from work this morning I tried to watch the news and after I gave up on that I conked out for several hours, woke up with a headache, took a couple aspirins and went back to bed, now alluva sudden it’s 5:30 pm and I could almost believe Donald Trump could be leading a charge of stampeding elephants and hell-beant bigots right at my door. Still have that headache, But with one eye open, I can tell there are no stampeding herds of elephants barreling down on me here. I should take another aspirin, or maybe guess I didn’t get enough caffeine and get some coffee and then chill? Where do I go to whine, “Make it go away-” ?
I don’t know why, but this photo is very appealing right now, maybe if I was -there- the warmth and the relaxed feel of being near that river, or lake, or whatever body of water it might be – would drive the headache away and let me lean back and enjoy life?
— anyway, I have to go ‘chill’ right about now – Have a good evening and a decent weekend —
——— djo ———
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And this was posted on Thursday – on our buddy’s blog, { “—jdaerendel—” } Using photos I took and emailed :
Jim W.’s spouse – Cathi – standing near bank of the wind-whipped St John River – gazing through the bitter cold toward the South Side of Fredericton. — Photo by Jim W. —
— Thursday, 03 March, 2016 — // -10˚C / +14˚F With Bright Sunlight and Bitter Cold Wind in Atlantic Canada @ 4:59 pm // Ian Punnett’s Birthday —
— We had a busy early afternoon here in Atlantic Canada — The sun looked warm and the air was clear. But the wind – coming from the South West ahead of a winter storm blowing this way from Ontario and Quebec – was very damp and cold – the kind of cold that cuts right through you –
— I met up with Jim and Cathi and we took a break in the middle of our various tasks and appointments to gaze at the beauty of the river with its very bright reflections – And stepped out of the vehicle to take a couple of photos – But — Brrrrrr! Cathi gave up trying to stand outside and take a video of the wave action causing the built up ice to undulate near the edge of the solidly frozen ice. Jim took a couple of his own photos and ran back to the warmth, grabbed his warm insulated gloves, wore one of them and pulled his right hand up inside the cuff of his jacket so he could push the camera’s shutter button and not watch the fingers freeze and drop off his hand –
“This is looking almost due south from the north side here. The sun was so bright and it was so hard to see the viewfinder that I didn’t notice the sunbeam streaking in from above when I took the photo.” — Jim W —
— Yeah, so we got all our stuff done and hurried back home to thaw out and catch up on the news that Mitt Romney is warning his fellow Republicans not to vote for Donald Trump – who he called a Con-Artist and a Fraud. A friend told us that photos of Mr Trump as well as transcripts and excerpts from some of his television spots were used by a Psychology professor to describe the look and characteristics of a “Narcissistic Sociopath”.
— Enough for now –,
—jda—
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— And, on the optimistic front – Cathi told me I would like to hear what the guys from the Merlin Project had to say about the Bio-Rhythms of the front running candidates in the mess they’ve been calling the 2016 Electoral Process in the good old U.S. of A. =
— They said that things do not look particularly good for either Hillary or ‘The Donald’ – The Donald might win the nomination, but he might also be sidelined by some kind of back room deal, or “cut off at the pass” by wheeling and dealing behind the scenes. They say his Bio-Rhythms do not look healthy coming up on the real down and dirty nitty-gritty of the Race to the White House.
— Similarly – Hillary’s ‘Time Line’ ‘goes flat’ around the middle of 2016 and doesn’t pick up until the middle of 2017. The Merlin Project guys said there are indications that she might encounter significant health problems or legal problems – which might knock her out of the race.
— But their real surprise – which caught them completely off guard – was Bernie Sanders — Whether Bernie’s Time Line’s ‘Good Stuff’ puts him in the White House or gets just about everything he’s fighting for accomplished – they can’t say for certain. But Bernie is the only candidate visible at the moment who looks consistently really good and healthy throughout the campaign and beyond.
— On Other Fronts: “Starfire Tor” { Official Fan Page Link } who has researched and experienced “Time Shifts” and “Inter-Dimensional Phenomena” – says that the US Presidential Candidate who was supposed to win this coming election has been ‘Edited out of our Time Line’ – which, she explained, is why the current Race to the White House is so out of this world Crazy this time. {{ Um – research this one for yourself – I can neither endorse nor deny what she has to say – it’s a bit beyond my level of expertise here – }}
— And, um, then there was my own post, in “Future Archives” — I’m looking for a new name for that blog — But :
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Saturday Morning – & We’re Missing Another Weather Bomb –
Saturday, March 5, 2016 — // -10˚C / +14˚F — overcast and damp in Atlantic Canada @ 7:43 am — // — My Friend Lyn’s Birthday —
This Morning’s Weather Map from the Canadian Weather Network.
Parts of Nova Scotia and a lot of Newfoundland are supposed to be clobbered by a nasty Nor’Easter today, and here, we are just outside the storm’s reach –
I’m pretty happy I won’t have to shovel over a foot of snow [ 30 cm is just about a foot ]
~~~~~ Jim
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And that’s probably more than enough damage for now 😉
Sunday, February 14th, 2016 — §§ — -18˚C / 0˚F – Dark and Clear in Atlantic Canada @ 11:11 pm — §§ — Today was my Uncle Larry’s Birthday —
The river here is frozen solid and covered with snow except for a little bit under one bridge, that I can’t see very well as we drive toward it. But I’m not about to try to drive a big heavy truck across the ice – Too many people back where we used to live died that way – at least a couple of fatalities every year.
— It was pretty nice and toasty inside here today. Cut and split hardwood heats a lot better than cut up pieces of pallets thrown away by businesses.
— Cathi made lasagna that had both me and the dog drooling as it cooked. And we have a heart-shaped chocolate cake to dessert with.
— But – Remembering friends who hated Valentines Day because they were bullied and/or never picked to be anyone’s Valentine. Perfectly beautiful people with a lot to offer – made to feel inadequate and unlovable by the stupid school system that was forced on us.
And this guy with #ptsd is suffering big time and I can’t do anything but pray things begin to get better for him.
— The above tweet was posted by a guy who is currently homeless because he was fired for having PTSD symptoms during a major suicide epidemic when the previous Conservative government was closing down Veterans’ Affairs Offices to pocket over a $Billion$ and Veterans with problems had an even harder time trying to get help within a system that already tries to vilify them for not being ‘man enough’ to ‘get-over-it’ when the nightmares of brutal conditions, ugly death and military insanity in any conflict won’t just go away because some idiot with a couple of stripes says they should.
But Hummingbirds were my sister Diane’s favourites and she’d appreciate this photo of a Green Throated Mango Humming Bird.
— I had a couple weird dreams last night, and when I told her about that my favourite Valentine told me she did too. But I also made contact with a cousin who died last year – I dreamed we were in a room with a bunch of relatives – The scene reminded me of a lot of family get-together-s while we were growing up and in our twenties and thirties – My cousin sat at a computer and busied himself doing something. In the dream I remembered he’d died and I asked him if I was the only one who could see him or was he visible to everybody there. & drat – I woke up before he could reply.
& Here’s a nice photograph re-tweeted by a Hispanic guy with a lot of heart.
— I’ll forget about all the time I spent today trying to fix problems caused by Microsoft’s idiotic new ‘Update’ glitches and remember the happy minutes of conversations I had with Cathi and the strange but fun interactions we always have with our four-legged friends.
— [ Imagine your favourite Happy Smiling Face here – I won’t tell you about the firefox extension add-ons that substitute cute photos of kittens for any shot of Tom Cruise in social media 🙂 ] –,
Friday, January 1st, 2016 -( -1˚C / +30˚F — Mostly Cloudy, mostly grey – and ‘quiet’ @ 1:45 pm here in Atlantic Canada )-
Looking up into the sky to the south and slightly east at 1:45 -ish pm on January 1st, 2016.
— I can’t remember the day or date. I was sitting in the waiting room of the Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep & Ram dealership in our Canadian town, just beyond the Capital Region’s official border. Our town was mostly suburban in character with a few ‘high rises’, none of which reached 10 stories high, several of them subsidized for the aged and partially handicapped, and most of them just off the main roads through town. There were a lot of farms just outside the town’s limits.
— The weathered man came into the waiting room while I was trying to adjust my posture to lean back against the wall just right to relieve the strain on my arthritis pained back and neck. I guessed he was a farmer – dressed in working clothes and boots, weathered face and gnarled hands – he carried himself with the toughness of somebody who had worked hard all his life and the tenderness of a man who loved to watch crops and animals grow. I thought the worry in his expression was due to the idea that he thought he should be tending crops or livestock instead of sitting around, waiting for his car or truck to undergo scheduled maintainance of have something replaced that had worn out.
— He smiled at me like he was someone who was relieved to have company- “That your Jeep I saw out there?”
— I nodded, “We got a good deal, leased it – I guess they were having trouble making their sales quota that summer because they included a lot of free maintainance with almost everything covered-”
— He smiled to himself and nodded, “I kept my old Jeep together with so many parts from cheap parts cars that the inspectors didn’t know what to call it- I bought in new one year, replaced fenders, headlights and just about everything else with parts from jeeps as much as ten years different- They always went with the original year when I showed them the ownership papers from way back.” He smiled like somebody who was fondly remembering a favorite hunting dog or companion he sorely missed.
— I winced and tried to move my back just right to relieve the pain that was beginning to sting between two of my arthritic spinal vertebrae
— He looked through me, nodded like he recognized the symptoms of living with the usual processes of aging and not exactly living a sedentary life. He looked away and wrinkled his forehead and looked back at me. He looked like he wanted to say something and hoped I was the kind of person who might appreciate what he had to say.
— I have no idea how people with similar philosophies recognize each other, or how people with controversial views take the chance that someone they’ve never seen before might share those views, but he made the leap, nodded, “Yup- I worked as a head mechanic for a GM dealership for many years – and one year my shop won a prize for best customer satisfaction in our district, so they sent me to Detroit, all expenses paid, to this high powered convention where a lot of mechanics were there and one of their big vice presidents came out and stood in front of several concept vehicles and new models that were about to go on display at a kind of yearly tour of shiny new advances in the automotive industry – This Vice President fellow sure did know how to talk, to tell us about how lucky we were to work for General Motors and how their big corporate plans had all been made with people like us in mind – and when he finished, he invited us all to come up and get a look under the hoods of all these shiny new cars and see what we would probably be working on in the near future.
— “Well, I got up there and I was looking into the engine of this brand spankin new family vehicle when I noticed something, and realized that this one part that was critical to engine performance and safety was made out of plastic – The Vice President was right there beside me and he smiled and asked me, ‘What do you think?’ I pointed to that part and said, “These have always been made of metal, this here is plastic, it’s gonna wear out too soon -” and the man looked angry – he sneered at me and said, ‘Do you like your job? Do you want to keep working for us? I’m paying somebody two million dollars a year to come up with ideas like that so you have a job!’-” The man I’d thought was a farmer looked deeply troubled, like he’d borne that weight on his conscience for way too long and still did not know how he felt about working for a corporation whose ethics and business practices were nothing like ‘honest’ or ‘above reproach’.
— I nodded, having worked for companies that rewarded unethical supervisors with yearly bonuses and pats on the back, myself. I walked away from that. But I never had a family depending on me and he was wearing a worn wedding ring on his gnarled left hand.
— Even now, several years later, I wish I could have thought of something, said something to him that could ease his conscience, convince him that he did not share in the responsibility for needlessly manipulating millions of car buyers into constant debt for way too long so corporate big wigs could suck on contraband cigars and laugh all the way to their banks – He was just as much a victim as anyone who bought one of those over hyped over priced, sabotaged vehicles – whose planned obsolescence might not just cost anybody who bought one more money than they needed to spend, but could also put their lives and health in jeopardy.
— I still feel his pain.
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— The blogger checks himself in the mirror before he gives his web recording video camera its last check and then positions himself against the green background where his intricately well-timed images will change behind his ‘talking head’ face while he reads his carefully planned and timed words. The first image projected is that of machine gun carrying, armored and face masked US soldiers standing around in Times Square with their fingers very near their triggers, ready – as New Years Eve crowds allow themselves to be patted down before they step into highly controllable groups confined to highly controllable areas : The blogger pushes his record button counts to himself, and,
“- About Last Night –
— “Do Not take my word for anything, but : –
— “Last night on Coast to Coast a.m. – George “Hollywood” Noory – continued a tradition by having ‘everyday’ people call in from all around the world and give their predictions for what they expect to happen in this coming new year.
— “I was in and out of sleep but what I heard leads me to believe that a lot of people believe that between now and the spring, the evil, militaristic, manipulating muther fupping Fascists will make their move to try to convince everybody on this planet that they need to surrender all freedom and submit to the ‘security’ agenda of the ‘anti-terrorist’ [ read that ‘Anti-Christ’ ] elitists who have been working behind the scenes since at least the end of World War II – when ‘good amerikan’ megala-maniacal control freaks imported Nazi war criminals to help them target, train, and then activate ‘Manchurian Candidate’ type victims to hypnotically act out their orders and commit mass murder and other terrorist crimes against innocent people inside the USA as well as inside most other countries in this world.
— “The nasties have already convinced a lot of mass hypnosis victims that Unions are the evil tools of the enemy of civilization – and everything else worth living for in the ‘free’ world – which is anything but free these days. -”
— He pushes the ‘stop recording’ button, takes a breath and wonders if he is doing the right thing or voluntarily sticking his head inside a noose.
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A farmer with a scythe.
There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.
“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”
So is with our lives… Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all…
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“I Ching Jukebox” by Geneve Blue, has been available in a Kindle Edition since at least last July. Amazon dot com may be severely overcharging for Kindle editions, check carefully before you click.“All Economics are Voodoo Economics – and Societies function at their most prosperous levels when everyone is guaranteed the food and shelter they need to live a decent life and the ‘disadvantaged’ know their futures are secure and good people will make sure that everyone’s children are supplied with everything they need to grow up happy and healthy and in love with learning.” – TaleRocker Talxalot“The top 1% / The Elitists who coin phrases like “The Great Unwashed” ARE the Anti-Christ.” – Douglas Jay Otterson“Grey Sky With Pigeons” January 1st, 2016, 1:45 pm -ish.
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