Joy of Easter.

Easter is a beautiful ceremony in the

Russian /Ukrainian Orthodox Religion.

If people have a chance to go see one such ceremony it is worth their while

The church is all decked out. Christs’ coffin is there, surrounded by candles, white lilies and other flowers

The candles are lit and the whole place looks and smells so holy with incense.


The ceremony is an all night mass and people have to stand as there are no benches or chairs.

Maybe some churches have benches I don’t know. Old people sit up front.

Women on the left and men on the right

I guess you are allowed to bring your own chair.

The choir is unbelievably beautiful

People get their blessings

There is a procession around the block with candles.
Then the church gives every one a hard boiled colored egg.

When Christ has risen every one rejoices and lots of kissing takes place
and then everyone goes downstairs to bless the
Easter bread, cheese, kolbassa’s and eggs basket.

This is the best part because then you exchange your eggs with friends and strangers.

Every one is happy on this day.

You get home around 5 am just in time for breakfast and you feast on the food that was just blessed.

It gives you a very glowing feeling to know that today you

Took part with Mother Mary, in the death and resurrection of her beloved son,
the son of God.
You cried with her and you rejoiced with her.

There is not one Mother there, who doesn’t feel the trials and tribulations of a Mother’s broken heart.
There is not one Mother who doesn’t feel the glory of God as he gives back to her the son she thought she would never see hear or speak to again.

It is a miracle and those who have known pain, sickness and hopelessness, can once

again believe that with God’s help, good things do happen.

When you get home, the air smells fresher, the flowers seem brighter, and life seems to have turned a new page

You have a fresh outlook, new ideas and a new reason for living.

This is why we have such traditions.
They are to remind us who we are and what is expected of us.

They remind us that just when things can seem so hopeless,

there is suddenly a light that shines upon your head

lightening the load in your soul and things don’t seem so dark anymore.

You can soldier on and fix everything that’s broken.

People chant thrice

Christ has Risen! Christ Has Risen! Christ has Risen!

Rejoice man kind, for Christ has risen for you.


:)

We Are Forgiven

One must never forget why Adam and Eve were thrown out of paradise.They disobeyed God and God was angry but he understood why they did what they did.
God loved man and he had faith in him but God also wanted man to have faith in him. God showed man good will by letting him go.

Man is worthy if he follows Jesus.
Man is worthy if he doesn't follow Jesus.
Jesus asked his Father to forgive us for we know not what we do.
Jesus forgave Juda for betraying him and Juda knew that he knew.
Imagine how this must have played in his head?
Jesus forgave Mary Magdaline.
Jesus forgave the crucified criminals.

Jesus's last words were: Father, why have you forsaken me?
But he was resurrected so again, God came through for him and for mankind.
Jesus was not forsaken as neither will man be.

This is the story that Christianity is based on......Hope .....Faith.

It has always been a question of trust and faith which Adam and Eve did not have.

The Christian religion is ingenious. There is none like it in the world.

Of course there will always be false prophets and we are warned about them and told to use our heads.
Isn't this true freedom, to be given a right to decide for ourselves and time to make the right decision through coming to an understanding?

In the end, God will show us TRUTH and we will be educated.
This is why God doesn't fear the devil because the devil is not about TRUTH but its' manipulation.
The thing about TRUTH is that, in the end, you must either understand it or self destruct because you can't.
This is the way our minds were constructed by God.
He knows who we are.

That is the plan but first God is giving us time to do what we need to do to obtain understanding because it is important to us, not to him.

God recognized man's need to understand first before he could himself be trusted by man.Being smart he must have known that there is only so much arguing one can do with oneself lol
If God was ever to have a friend and not be ONE, it had to be based on truth.
We do not know the whole story behind that.
We only know God did not want to be alone.

In the end, it is between man and God as it was between Jesus and God.

Religion isn't about clothing, food, torture or judgement. These directions were given to us because we did not know about germs or dust or social etiquette etc... elements which were harmful to us not to know. Since then man has progressed.

Religion is about forgiveness and love.
How do you judge a humble shepherd leading innocent lambs?

When you have peace because you understand, it is better than begetting peace through the sword.
Man is like a dog or horse who would give its life for someone it loves but will never risk losing its life to help an owner, if the owner is harsh and beats it.

This is why I believe in Jesus.

He had a message of TRUTH I think was worth sending forward .
His Truth crosses generations because some things just never change.
It doesn't matter who you are or what station you hold in life, there is something
for every one, found in the teachings of a humble shepherd.

AND

we are all forgiven.
We were forgiven the day God let Adam and Eve live.

:)

Happy Palm Sunday

A Lady's Life

Wants to wish everyone a Happy Palm Sunday.
We remember the sacrifice made by God's only son,

Jesus.

He was willing to die, so man could live.

A Lamb among Kings.

We pray mankind is worthy of his Love,

His Death

and

His Resurrection

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Scary - but Not Beyond Imagination

 

We took a drive to Mickey Dees, after getting the munchies .
It was after midnight and this place and Denny’s was still open.

It was disturbing to see a woman, with the little that she had, stuffed in a car,
sleeping in the parking lot. It seems she is doing this regularly.

It was also scary because if this person was living in such dire straights so
close to your home, how long would it be before more
and more people end up living this way?
We already have so many in Vancouver.
Could this be a growing trend which will one day include you and your children?

She must not have drug problems because she had a drivers license.
So it must be attributed to nothing short of bad luck.
It’s hard to find a place to go when the traditional family is destroyed and
government teaches people to depend on it instead.
Government can’t do much for you.
To ask government or credit companies or banks for help,
is to sell your soul.
Our system is not a “for sale” system but an “interest” system.

Looking at our banking system , it seems to be clearer and clearer that the business,
is not in the business of
providing people shelter in real estate, but in amassing interest from material
things people need, like shelter. That’s why they lease cars instead of selling them.
They are not interested in cash sales.

Interest systems, create a huge difference in the cost of living because people
need to make bigger salaries to cope,
which means prices need to get higher.

In spite of all the criticism about Mickee Dees and Walmart not paying people well,
I saw last night, that they did provide a service other places wouldn’t.
They provided this woman a relatively safe place to park and spend the night.

Hopefully she has a job during the day or maybe she collects social services
But one thing for sure, we didn’t have such things in the 40’s when we had a full scale
Depression. No one lived on the streets in those days.
Every one had families to take them in.

There are just some things that should not be played with and they include the
traditional family and shelter.
Families need to have a secure place to raise their families and banks
Are crossing the line here when they begin to play with peoples homes.
That’s sacrilege.

Banks have to know, that when they give a mortgage, it is for a 25 year period.
To change this would mean soaring house prices which in the end
become unaffordable for most people who then need to live in suitcases.

A new way will have to be found to live then.
Maybe people will buy bigger cars and live at Walmart or Micky Dees
or maybe they will have a tent or shack
they can open up on their car roof or maybe they can pull a utility trailer they can convert
into a home at night and park close to their place of work or parking lot.

Is this the future we are looking at?
It is appalling to think so.
Instead of attacking businesses like Walmart and McDonalds, maybe people should
Reflect on where price increases are heading?
Maybe price increases may soon lead to a system collapse where by to buy even
Food on interest could cost you a life of slavery.

Hmmmm
Scary thought but not beyond imagination.

TREASURES AND DREAMS

I wake up as always and think to myself WHAT A GREAT DAY!.

I like to leave my window open a fraction at night to get the

fresh air but since I’ve been married I had a problem with this

because my pet sleeping next to me, doesn’t like it and keeps shutting it loll

But apart from all these changes and inconsistencies you adapt and life goes on.

I can’t complain much. I am living my life as every one does but sometimes wonder

if there is something wrong with not having dreams?

Every one I know has/had dreams of becoming something or doing something

And I have always been content with who and what I was.

If I had something, that was great.

If I didn’t that’s ok too but if I had something and I lost it

This was not good at all.

Maybe this makes me somewhat of a hoarder but I feel some things come to you

And no one has a right to them just because they can.

This has always applied to me as well as to other people.

If someone didn’t give me something of their own free will

I would never take it.

This feeling leaves me at a distinct disadvantage when family members become

So called Indian givers.

Well I gave it to you…..

Ya you did so now what… you gave me a penny and now you want a dime? lol

Or

Oh I needed it and you don’t. Hunh?

Or

So what’s it to you? Hunh?

Or

You’re too old for this. Say what?

Or

No one bends down to pick up a penny anymore but I do and I collect them trying to teach

My family that a penny saved is a penny earned.

Well I do the saving and the wrapping up of the pennies when they make a dollar

But then they see it, want it and the roll disappears.

Somehow the roll becomes more appealing than the penny on the street.lol

But it doesn’t end up in the pocket of the person who hoarded it loll

Its like the story about the hen who asked her chicks to help with the chores of making the bread

but the only help she got was when they came to eat the bread. lol

So one does the hoarding and another does the enjoying because your things are not as important to them as much as their value.

So I hoard, I paint, I knit, I sew, in the hopes that one day they will smarten up and recognize antiques,

get the rewards from the things I valued, made and cherished for them.

Or maybe they will value my feelings and memories and efforts and keep them for future generations, which I always hoped would be the case.

There is a Van Gogh somewhere in the things we all do, that our families do not appreciate and then lose out on.

One time I saw these interesting big dolls that walked if you led them by the hand. I have boys, so really do not need dolls but I buy them anyway lol

I thought this would be great to give as gifts because I got one when I was a kid and still have it along with the memories.

It is like the movie Caine who died uttering his last word ….. Rose bud.

And no one knew it was his old sled, which meant so much to him, that he died thinking about it.

Maybe riding it in the snow was his dream come true and now finally he would.

So I got 6 dolls and it cost plenty to send them to the kids but some of them did not like this gift.

I had two left

One I decided to keep and the other I thought well there is Bingo night at school and they are looking for prizes, so I will donate it.

And I did.

But it so happened that there was another function going on at school whereby I had to pick up my son .

Bingo finished and people were leaving.

I happened to see this little girl with my big walking doll. The doll was half her size but it was her expression looking at it, that brought tears to my eyes.

For her it was a treasure, something she could not stop looking at and admiring. She was beaming Her Mom was beaming. It was a great night for them.

I didn’t know this little girl but I was so happy that the doll ended up to live with her. I felt like Ol St Nick that night and it was the best feeling.

This doll came to her, as some things I have, came to me.

It will be her treasure and she will feel about it just as I feel about my things.

I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she still had it to give to her children to play with one day.

I felt so great coming home that night and still today when I think about it, it makes me very happy.

I learned, the act of gift giving, comes in many ways . I also learned that there is no point to give, if people

do not appreciate what you have gone out of your way to do.

I broke even.

Three dolls found happy homes and three didn’t

But maybe they were given to other people who really loved them and in the end, this is really the main thing.

The greatest treasures are not things but what you find in your heart when they are given and received.

Well these were my thoughts for today.

Enjoy yours!!!

Spring Rebirth and Butterflies

Spring rebirth and butterflies

Welcome a new dawn

And buds peak out from underbrush

They didn’t need to hoe



The robins hop around

The soft sprouts and the twigs

They find what God has plentiful

Squiggling around.



Its enough to keep them strong

so they could build their nests

And lay their pretty blue eggs

And nurse them cause they’re blessed



Some of us are witness

To changes taking place

And some just live cemented

In a disinfected place.



Spring rebirth and butterflies

Welcome a new dawn

Laughing at the dew drops

Reflecting a new sun



All is well and normal

At the edge of town

Life and death and rebirth

Butterflies and sun.







This poem depicts that we do unnecessary things to keep us healthy and well.

Mother nature has all the ingredients required for life and living to take place.

It is healing soft moist and blessed by the one Father who knows how to do the job



We live fearing Mother Nature believing if we study her we could do a better job but every year she shows us

That this is farther from the truth

When Mother Nature hoes, she hoes. When she washes she washes and when she lives, she puts on the greatest show on Earth!

:)
What is the definition of a robin?

A bird who steals.


When is the best time to buy a budgie?

When they're going cheap.


What's a polygon?

A dead Parrot.

Finding Truth

Truth stands still
Waiting to be found.
It stands steadfast
It has no need to frown

But People hurry
They pass Truth all day long
The days are full of worry
No one wants to fail.

Papers fill the court rooms , governments and stands
and when they fail to find the truth words turn to swords and hail
The churches mosques and temples cry
They sputter, We're the truth
But Truth just stands and listens
It has nothing to prove.

A Mother stands at a blood soaked cross
A drop falls on her skin
She looks up and finds the eyes of Truth
Forgiving soft and warm

Truth's pain and sorrow is so hard to bear.
It tears her soul to shreds

And as tears flow, her body dries
Till there is nothing left

Brain drained she sits in solitude
Proclaiming not a word

So raw and hard, and cold
Truth turns her eyes to stone.

Around her, life continues
People rush about

They still seek Truth in papers
And fools take bullets out

Will they ever find it?
It is hard to say
A Mother's Truth was crucified
Just a stone's throw away.



This is another poem which depicts how hard it is to get at truth especially when there are so many webs spun around it that it could be staring you in the face and you will never see it and as soon as you speak it, it exists no more as it was.

Truth is usually found in simplicity. It is hidden because sometimes people cannot handle it or will not accept it ,so not to contaminate truth, it is hidden until it is ready to unfold.

If truth is hidden from grown up men and women because they are not ready to receive it,
who are we to disclose our version of truth, to the young, who we know are not ready to receive it either? Why does God show us greater respect by hiding what we cannot handle, than we do our own children?

A Mother whose heart and soul is broken, vows never to speak again, for she understands there is nothing left that is worth saying to men and mankind.

It makes the worlds' job that much harder, to obtain from her the truth she knows and understands but will not disclose. Truth, could be the difference between man's continuing existence or demise.
Will man ever find it?

It is hard to say.

Morning Glory

 

The Glory



The glory of the beauty of the morning, -
The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;
The blackbird that has found it, and the dove
That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;
White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy
Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: -
The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning
All I can ever do, all I can be,
Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue,
The happiness I fancy fit to dwell
In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day
Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell,
Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start
And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops,
In hope to find whatever it is I seek,
Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things
That we know naught of, in the hazel copse?
Or must I be content with discontent
As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings?
And shall I ask at the day's end once more
What beauty is, and what I can have meant
By happiness? And shall I let all go,
Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know
That I was happy oft and oft before,
Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent,
How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to,
Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core.

Edward Thomas


I thought this was a very nice poem and I would say to the poet relax and enjoy the moment.
Why spoil a good thing? Sometimes it doesn’t pay to examine everything to the core and just go with the flow.

When glory presents itself to you, you must be grateful for it doesn’t present itself to every one.
I believe man cannot handle the truest of truths neither can he handle matters at their core because of their explosive nature.

Man must accept the gifts he is given, in the short intervals they are given to him.
He must accept the pain and suffering in the same context, that is, in the same short intervals, they are being presented to him
For we do not live in a perfect balanced world.

We walk through life as babes learning to walk Sometimes we manage and some times we need a helping hand to keep balance and
sometimes we fall on our bums just to get up again
But we always find a reason to try again until we succeed.
The day we do, is a glorious day.

Have a good one

Bit of Irish Moose Blarney

If you liked the moose song on the Moose blog then the Moosekateer Club is for you 
You must not bring pet moosequitoes as they might make the campfire meetings a bit itchy
(Especially if you are hung like a Moose.)

But never fear. We’ve gone through worse things than moosequitoes and upset moose.
What's worse than an upset Moose you may ask????? Well, try a love sick moose.
Our Scout Master Brady and his wife Biddy, sure left our relatives with a lot of memories from their camping trip with them.

Like, the last time when we all went to Big Moose Mountain.
Biddy made sure to get every one together and gave them each their duties to perform.
We hiked through the swamp to the foot of the mountain and then stopped because every one was hungry.
Biddy asked Brady to prepare the meal.
Brady tried and tried and then exasperated came to Biddy and told her he couldn’t with the matches she gave him.
Adamant, Biddy became agitated with Brady because she said she tried them all and they worked perfectly fine before they left.
It was a blonde moment.


Luckily Brother Conor had edible underwear he bought in Britain so with a wee bit of Irish luck and wee bit of sun,
the shorts spontaneously combusted and every one had some cherries jubilee to eat.
Modern inventions have their good points. Especially with dessert.

But they were still hungry so they sent two younger Lads, Angus and Dermott, to see if they could get some moose meat.
The lads didn’t have to go very far, maybe ten minutes from camp, when they spotted one and shot it.
They began to haul the moose by the tail, back to our camp, when they met another hunter.
He asked them why they were pulling the moose by the tail. The lads said they didn’t know. They were from Ireland.
So the hunter told them it would be easier to pull the moose by the antlers.
So they did
A few hours later they were bushed and wondered why they were so far away from camp?
Biddy and Brady had to send a moose party to find them.
They never did find the hunter who led them astray.


Meanwhile back at camp, it was getting dark and the hikers were getting edgy.

Dermott’s motherinlaw, Maude, complained. She said “ Dermott was a perfect arsehole who didn’t have one hemorrhoid because his arse was as lazy as he was.”

To which Dermott's Mother, Bedelia, replied “If I had a face like yours I would teach my perfect arse to smile.”

Maude answered: “Funny. I hope you live as old as your jokes but it's hardly likely because your nose is so big it probably can’t smell, let alone see the future.”

Bedelia retorted “Oh Ya? Was it your face printed on those airline barf bags?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Maude replied “You’re the short one. When some one throws up, you must be the first to know.

“Ah common gals” Angus's Uncle Moe interjected. “Stop fighting over nothing. You’re so old, you both fart dust.”

Maude and Bedelia stared at him.

Maude said : “ And what did you do? Piss off your plastic surgeon?”

Bedelia added “Don’t talk to me like that. Ten cents more and I could have been your Mother.
Good thing I’m not, cause you must have been so ugly when you were born, your Momma probably got a ticket for littering.”

“MY MOMMA? My MOMMA?” Sputtered Moe. “ You two must be divorced, cause you both seem to have lost 95% of your brains!”

“Oh ya? “ Maude yelled back “ When they circumcised you, they must have thrown your brains away!”

“Well your face must be hurting” Moe yelled back “ Because it’s killing me.!”

“Ha Ha Ha “ quipped Bedelia.” That’s because before you talk, you should brush your teeth.
I can’t tell if they are teeth or cheese.”

Up to this point Brady and Biddy were just quietly working building up the evening camp fire.

Moe was gonna yell back but the moose party broke through the edge of camp carrying the carcass of fresh meat, hanging from
a long post they found.

Brady was very happy to see them and to quiet the arguing group he said:
“Gosh guys, dogs and cats get along better than you do."

Dermott, well acquainted with Bedelia's and Maudes sharp Irish tongues, heard the ending sentence and couldn’t help laughing :
” That’s if you don’t tie them together Brady. Then you’ll see a big difference.”

Dermott’s Mom just waved her hand in defiance .
“We’re fighting because of your perfect arse.” she said.

“What? Dermott asked confused.

“Ya. That’s how it started.” said Moe handing Dermott a canteen of Irish Whisky.

“ I am glad this camping trip is just starting" he smiled.

"You need some hemorrhoids Moose.”


:)

MINNESOTA CLYDESDALE

Only in Nordern Minnesota! ........ This guy raised an abandoned
moose calf with his Horses, and believe it or not, he has trained
it for lumber removal and Other hauling tasks. Given the 2,000
pounds of robust muscle, and the Splayed, grippy hooves, he claims
it is the best work animal he has. He Says the secret to keeping
the moose around is a sweet salt lick, Although, during the rut he
disappears for a couple of weeks, but always
Comes home.... Impressive !!

Moose Moose I never had anything quite like a moose

Eyes of the Children

In the eyes of the children
Love peace and joy

In the eyes of the children
We love and adore

In the eyes of the children
Whose innocence we betray

In the eyes of the children
By grave yards we pray

Oh land shore and air,
Take heed lest we lose

In the eyes of the children
It is their souls we bleed.

Let no man raise arms
No humanity decay

On the streets where the children
So innocently play.

Let peace joy and love cross over our hearts
We must play with the children
We must never depart

In these young eyes, lies the truth of it all
In the eyes of the children
By a hearth soft and warm

Let not our hearts, be swayed by the sword.
Put down the weapons
So our hearts can be heard.

Be not dismayed at the wisdom displayed
In the eyes of the children
So young and so brave.

These eyes challenge the wicked,
They challenge the rich
They challenge the powers
Who become meak

In the eyes of the children
In the eyes of new life

There are no greater causes
More worthy than a child

~ An Amish Boy Goes to the Mall ~


A fifteen year old Amish boy and his father were in a mall.
They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but
especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart
and then slide back together again.

The boy asked, 'What is this Father?'
The father (never having seen an elevator)
responded, 'Son, I have never seen anything
like this in my life, I don't know what it is.'

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement,
a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls
and pressed a button.. The walls opened, and the lady rolled
between them into a small room. The walls closed, and the
boy and his father watched the small numbers above the walls
light up sequentially.. They continued to watch until it reached
the last number, and then the numbers began to light
in the reverse order.

Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous
24-year-old blond stepped out.

The father, not taking his eyes off the
young woman, said quietly to his son.

'Go get your Mother.'

HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY!!!

"This Blessing Is For You"

Cat Fish Dog

Rappers love money and power and this catfish represents a lot of power.
It is a fish which will not think twice to grab an animal, a child or even a sparrow from the banks of a river. It has a tremendous thirst for life and living.
Its a survivor surpassing even death. An amazing fish.

I rapped my way to cat fish mall

There lay a cat fish 8 feet long

He looked at me and I at him

I said you’re fucked You have some gaul.

You ate a fish and I ate 10

And I ain't half as tall as him

the cat fish jerked his head at me and

pierced his whisker into a tree

I gafawed at this lame display

But saw at once this was no game

The quill went into bark and tree and

this could very easily have been me.

The muscles rippled in his head and

I knew he was not dead.

His body quivered his eyes were cold

But for sure he was not dead.

He did the rap against the tree.

The Michael Jackson moonwalk next

And As he kept his eye on me.

I yelled hey friend, be cool, be cool,

It wasn't me who threw the spool and

caught your horny head on hook

With toothy smile the wide mouthed gape,

He lunged again to take his bait.

Not learning once or twice or thrice

That eating me was not so nice.

The butcher then chopped off its head but

Like a bull dog, he wasn't dead.

He wanted food and I was it

He wouldn’t learn

He was not dead.

Did you just know....?

Encounters at the end of the WORLD

Multitasking,
I watched the program, "Encounters at the Edge of the World" where a small penguin decided to separate, from the group heading inland to lay and hatch eggs, and walk out into the vastness of the Antarctic where there was nothing but death waiting for him.

The beautiful, serene,mystic, Antarctic.
Scientists studying this piece of solitude, found that people are facing the same end as the dinosaurs did.

They said creatures that live under the water, are menacing and dangerous and this may have forced creatures to come out of the ocean onto land, to escape death.

They found such things as nutrinoes, which go through everything and are needed to create the basic elements.

Nutrinoes are so small, they can go through everything, including ourselves, which makes us a part of everything around us.

The scientists know how to calculate them but not see them.
They called them, like something out of the spirit world.

The only way to see them would be in a blue lightening light of maybe 1/100millionth of a second.

Alan Watts was quoted as saying something like:
Through our eyes the universe is perceiving itself Through our ears the universe is listening to its causing harmonies We are witness through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory” -----------------------------------------

I have long believed that all that we are, was begot from the universe, through which we listen, when it comes to us. This is why Bethoven could hear music even when he was deaf. This is where we got our Picasso's and for all we know our Bible is enriched with messages sent from heaven to our prophets. And why not if we are all one?
God had said one thing we are closer to coming to understand. He said I AM and because he is,
we are.

Watts said it in reverse and this makes a lot of sense because we make noise and send messages back out there for some one/thing to hear.

Watts, if I am not mistaken,was a philosopher and studied a lot of Buddhism.

Can you imagine the messages, waves of explosions, fire and hurricanes,we send out into the universe?
If everything is attached to these waves in nutrinoes, then for sure man will live forever and rebirth is and will occur on other planets welcoming life be it in dust, minerals or ice water......
We do not need to be conscious of our existence to know or understand that we are.
We suffer, because we are conscious and it is this consciousness that creates differences like between good and evil, which otherwise would not exist. Life is about change and change does not consist of good or evil. Like everything else, it just is.

What happens, knowing all things go full circle, when all the noise we make in waves, comes back and attacks earth? Would Earth be able to withstand the echoes from the past or would they cause it to explode like a soprano's voice shatters glass?
Would this be good, evil or just change that needed to take place for no reason other than it just did.

It may be advantageous to our world, if we lived quieter lives or maybe it really doesn't matter at all.

Maybe by playing more symphonies, the universe will listen and become conscious of its' Glory.......and ours.

Have a good one!!!

Big Mama Conch

The Conch

This Dinosaur Conch was a picture I found from our travels to Malaysia a long time ago.
I have not seen many people eating them so maybe this is why they grow to such monstrosities.



The conch throughout history, was eaten in salads or cooked as fritters.
They could be found in chowders, gumbos, soups, curry, soaked in soy vinegar lemon and hot peppers.

They were served as cocktails made with onion, tomato, cilantro, lemon juice,
or marinated in orange juice.

They were used as wind instruments in religions and in the book Lord of the Flies.

People made cameos out of them and they were also used as building material and in landfills.
The sharp jagged edges made them great to put in fences to keep people from climbing them.
Some used them as tools to cut things and for self defense.

This Queen of shells was so popular for so many reasons, it has become, like everything else coming in contact with man, very rare and precious .

As for the big Mama Conch in the picture........ wishful thinking....it's a fake.
:)

Mamma Mia.

People are individuals.

The only time you can say people are social, are in history books where it is written that people fight together in wars, walk together in parades,
sing together in rock and roll band parks,
pray together in a mosque or temple or church, and study together in schools,
But this is where it stops.

When you see a whole bunch of cars driving on city streets, you are not looking at social people.

You are looking at individuals and this makes all the difference.

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A person behind the wheel of a car holds, the wheel in a 10 and 2 position and stares straight ahead.

They don’t have necks that turn.

The vision is limited to what is ahead.

There is no left, no right, even when they turn on a corner.

They fail to make eye contact with either a pedestrian or another car because this would mean they would lose their right of way.

Why would they give you, right of way?

You do not need a right of way.

They are on the street behind the wheel and they are the most important driver out there.

What’s more, they wear the biggest of glasses to make sure you can see their huge eyes are not looking at you, thanks to the huge thick lenses

So looking into their eyes, you can tell that even if the law says you have right of way….. you don’t.
I often wonder what would happen if two such thick lensed,big eyed people,ever met on a street corner.
One would have to be driving faster than the other one to avoid a collision and a lot of God’s help would be required since the Devil would find it
amusing to have them crash.

Driving is not a social activity.
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ICBC shows people driving under the influence of drugs.

The car becomes a Mattel toy in their hands and nano technology has improved to a tremendous degree because this car requires no steering.
It is equipped with impressive high speed, intelligence to know where to drive and howto avoid accidents.

This is where the “no such thing as an accident” ICBC teaches applies. I mean how could there be such a thing as an accident when there is an individual driving a high tech car that does all the thinking?
I mean if the car doesn’t think then On Starr can control it from its' satellite.

This certainly gives one lots of time to drink,smoke,pot up,
talk on the phone, watch tv ,play the drums and even do the Michael Jackson Moon walk on the front windows to the swing of the wind shield wipers.

Its all individual, because where one can do it, the other can’t.

The third type of individual that drives is the star struck one.
You know,the ones whose head is in the clouds.
Whatever they are thinking about, it certainly is not about driving
It might be about the fight they had last night, or the love they made last night or the break up they are planning or
What is that guy/gal thinking about me right now. or Gosh I need a smoke sooo bad Where are my patches?

Or they are pretending to be tough ol 50 cent or sexy Tiger woods…….playing golf?


Mercedes sits with her lipstick and mirror.

The Avenger, with the beady eyes, looks to sneak up on your ass.

The Hummer, sitting comfy, low keyed, full of himself, hums, singing like a slow engine , in very low key Baby…. Baby.........

Kia , sitting between them somewhere, is twittering away and the Rabbit lover turbos between them all.

Another type of individual takes on their car features. These people are similar to people who buy Bobbsey Twin Dogs.

Can you imagine dog, owner and car look alikes?

Get this

MUSTANG! With a horse faced owner and an English bull terrier
or
a Dodge RAM sitting with and old guy with waxed hair around his ears and poodle to match.

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This is just a small sample of the individuals that are out there driving on the streets,behind wheels of cars.

The Rest of us, untalented, having no life, people on the road,

who spend most of our time watching them,in fear for our lives,

are individuals too and I must say, without bias, the best of the bunch.

We fit into both the individual arena and the social arena.

We are somewhere in between the Dr Jekylls and the Mr Hydes,

In between the Rams, the Kias and the Hummers.


We are the Volvos and the Vans and the Station wagons

But wait. It’s not that simple.

We can camouflage, by souping them up and when we put on them dark glasses……

Watch Out.... Mama's on the loose.
:)



J

No Miracles

French movies are very different from what we watch here in North America. They seem to be closer to the essence of what real life is.

Like today, I watched a movie with subtitles about a man who woke up from a coma and found he was paralyzed from the neck down.
They even sewed up one eye because it wouldn’t tear and they wanted to save it.

He could not talk, so he had to blink for “yes” or “ no”, to communicate.

It was a hard battle for him to relearn how to talk let alone write a book blinking one letter at a time.

He had a family who would come visit and take him on outings with him. He'd watch his two children play and entertain him because he was Dad.

The movie was about his thoughts because he now saw that although his life was loose and immoral, with lots of wine, women and song, it was only the mother of his children and the children who valued him, when others laughed and
mimicked his seemingly vegetative state.

It reminded me of a book we read in High school : Johnny Got his Gun but this young soldier woke up with no arms legs hearing or face. The only way he could communicate was through head banging for “yes” and “no” .

Neither story is a life one wants to live.

To be imprisoned in your head is not an ideal one longs for... and yet, we are all in our heads.

In the end he began to believe that this was just a dream, that he was still in a coma and would one day wake up and live a normal life.

This belief gave him hope and a desire to live, even if it was in his head.
He was able to enjoy life and laugh at people, their silliness and awkwardness as they struggled to make it..... life...... work for them selves.

He could see himself in them, except now he was above it all. He reached a state of higher maturity and understanding. Things which mattered, didn’t matter anymore.
He had lots to fall back on and relate to.

He was able to finally find a little joy in his state of affairs.

I believe eventually Parkinson’s patients must end up this way as well, once their nervous system gives out and fails to send messages to other parts of their body.
I knew this was the case with my Mom.

But as long as there is hope, then I guess everything is bearable.

While I was watching this French movie, multi tasking, I came across a story about the Virgin Mary and people on the net, scoffing at her virginity .

The French movie came to a portion whereby the Wife took this paralyzed man to church where miracles had been witnessed.

He, himself, was not a religious man but had nothing to say in the matter and so the wife spoke for him to the priest. He got his communion and a prayer for a miracle.

No one wants to believe Mary producing a virgin birth because it would definitely be classified as a miracle and yet in life, miracles happen everyday.

Doctors perform surgery with hands guided by nothing short of Gods will. Cancers cure by themselves.
We all have cancer but it takes a strong immune system to keep it under control. Miracle?

The blind see. The deaf hear. Accidents are prevented. Bombs don’t explode. The premature continue to grow and strengthen. Goals are scored miraculously without hindsight. The win is either yours or it isn't. It's already written up for you beforehand.

There are so many stories that have no explanation except that they all must be a result of God’s will.

Incurable diseases get cured.

It’s as if there is such a thing as mind over matter.

Say no to Satan and he will leave your body and make it whole again.

Say yes to God and he will fill your mind with strength to beat the most horrible of all odds.

He will regenerate what seemed to be lost forever.

I don’t know but today seemed to be a day of miracles for me. The way things fell into place so I could sit down, understanding it and write about it.

What people do not seem to understand, is that even with all your faculties in order, people fail to communicate. To communicate requires understanding.

Not understanding and failing to communicate, leads to other problems our society seems to be suffering in. Wars, immorality, hunger, sickness etc.....all of our problems stem from not being able to understand or communicate.

To be able to communicate, with or without all your faculties, is indeed a miracle.
Does it take a paralyzed person to see this or perhaps .....the innocent?
Then why are we lost, with all the knowledge we obtain from life and living?

Something to think about.



:)

Cholo and Friend

Last year a little raccoon fell from my roof into the gutter .
I rescued him, fed him washed him and he was beginning to become a family member until we had a soccer trip to go to
in Hawaii.
It was a great trip. Our kids stayed at the University of Hawaii where we got apts for very cheap, with kitchens two bedrooms and one bathroom. For parking I think we paid 20 dollars for 7 days. I don't remember now.
I believe Hawaii had another great asset for seniors. They could ride the bus anywhere, all day for free.

We had Cafeteria coupons we had to buy where we got three meals for 20 dollars a day,
All you can eat and they were fabulous.
It wasn't the Ritz but for what we needed it for, it was great.
For families on a very strict budget this could be something to look at but they are not always available in summer due to conferences, so one has to preplan ahead.

Anyway, this left Cholo alone and my husband put his cage outside during the day. He came home one day and saw Cholo's Mom.
He opened the cage and said he saw a wonderful reunion between Mother and son/daughter (who could tell). She gave him heck, kissed him and walked off with him.
A happy ending????





I thought this would be the end of my raccoon problem but it was not to be.
Cholo went back into my roof and it seems he fell again and broke his paw.

When I feed my cats, Cholo and his sibling wait for a chance to come upstairs and get a bit themselves.
The cats rush to eat and what they don't eat, Cholo and his friend finish.

My son took a rare picture of Cholo here.





I have to believe it was him because when he saw me he wanted to come into my arms and into the house.
He was very forward and normally wild animals don;t behave this way.
Having a broken paw,which is healed I guess but useless, makes it hard for him to obtain food.

It makes me happy he is still alive but I am not happy he still lives here. lol
Maybe this summer we can get re aquainted slowly and I can take him away somewhere where he might be able to survive on his own.




I am not looking forward to this as he has big teeth now lol and he is a wild animal after all.
My son Alex befriended a wolf through patience and kindness and ..........food.
It ended well because he was tame and domesticated.
He was reunited with his family.
I wouldn't try this with coyotees though because they are totally different.

Life. Everything wants to live. Everything wants food, warmth and companionship.... even animals.
You look into their eyes and think geez......what am I to do with you?

Depressed?

I was depressed last night so I called Lifeline

Got a call center in Pakistan
I told them I was suicidal.



They got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.



Assholes...

This is a joke but today it can very well happen as a lot of our jobs answering phones come from
different countries So I thought this was very funny. lol

Extreeeme Danger.

Here's the story:

Tired of constantly being broke and stuck in an unhappy marriage, a young husband decided to solve both problems by taking out a large insurance policy on his wife with himself as the beneficiary, and then arranging to have her killed.

A 'friend of a friend' put him in touch with a nefarious dark-side underworld figure who went by the name of 'Artie.'
Artie then explained to the husband that his going price for snuffing out a spouse was $5,000.

The husband said he was willing to pay that amount, but that he wouldn't have any cash on hand until he could collect his wife's insurance money.

Artie insisted on being paid at least something up front, so the man opened his wallet, displaying the single dollar bill that rested inside. Artie sighed, rolled his eyes, and reluctantly agreed to accept the dollar as down payment for the dirty deed..

A few days later, Artie followed the man's wife to the local Super Wal-Mart store. There, he surprised her in the produce department & proceeded to strangle her with his gloved hands as the poor unsuspecting woman drew her last breath & slumped to the floor.

The manager of the produce department stumbled unexpectedly onto the murder scene. Unwilling to leave any living witnesses behind, ol' Artie had no choice but to strangle the produce manager as well.

However, unknown to Artie, the entire proceedings were captured by the hidden security cameras and observed by the store's security guard, who immediately called the police. Artie was caught and arrested before he could even leave the store.

Under intense questioning at the police station, Artie revealed the whole sordid plan, including his unusual financial arrangements with the hapless husband who was also quickly arrested.

The next day in the newspaper, the headline declared ...


ARTIE CHOKES 2 for $1.00 AT WAL-MART!'

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Oh, quit groaning! I don't write this stuff,
I receive it from my warped friends
and then send it on to you.

WE ARE CANADIANS

 

Well said by someone who knows Canadians.


So We're Not Perfect!
February 19, 2010


Do you believe?

We never claimed to be perfect,
That means we’ve learned to be humble.
We say excuse me and I'm sorry…as well as please and thanks,
Even when its not our fault we apologize.
Sure one arm of the torch didn't rise,
But when the earthquake struck Haiti, Canadians raised their hands to say…”We’ll help.”
And yah, there is a fence around the torch,
But you can walk right up and shake hands with our prime minister and most famous Canadians.
We put Gretzky in the back of a pick up, in the rain, not surrounded by police…and he was okay,
And by the way... the great one is Canadian…and HE wasn’t complaining!
We do have security at the games, of course, but most people don't even have a gun they have to leave at home.
The medals ARE under lock and key, but our doors and our hearts are open to the world.
It has been pointed out that some buses broke down last week…they came up from California and couldn't handle our steep hills,but let’s not overlook the fact that our banking system didn't break down.
We didn't get the "green ice maker" right this time…but we will, eventually,
Just like we did when we invented the zamboni.
Citius altius fortius
If you don't reach higher how do you get faster and stronger?
Was the first quad jump perfect?
Should we not have given snowboarding to the world "in case" it didn’t take off?
So big deal…one out of four torch arms didn't rise. Good thing we had three more! It’s called contingency planning!
But remember…the Canadarm works every time…in outerspace…and insulin turned out to be okay.
We couldn't change the weather, but maybe we can help to stop global warming.
We don't have the tax base of the US or the power of the Chinese but, per capita, we ponied up for some pretty kick-ass venues in the worst global recession ever.
Sure, some folks couldn't afford tickets, but our health care is universal.
We have shown the world that we can raise our voices in celebration and song, but moments later stand in silence to respect a tragic event...together...spontaneously…and unrehearsed.
What's more, we don't need permission from anyone to have a slam poet, fiddlers with piercings and a lesbian singer tell our story to the world while our multilingual female haitian-born, black head of state shares a box with her first nations equals.
We’ve shown the world that it doesn’t always rain in Vancouver, that you can strive for excellence, but not get hung up on perfection.
And we’ve learned what it feels like to be picked on by some no-name English newspaper guy and we don’t have to take it lying down!
So the point is not the snow, or the hydraulics or a couple guys being 5 minutes late to a ceremony,
We know we’re lucky that these are the biggest problems we've had to deal with in the last couple weeks.
So take your cheap shots…Guardian newspaper and cynics of the world,
We're bigger and better than that.
What's more we're finally starting to believe it!