A premise is a terrible thing to waste, or a waste is a terrible thing to mind, yet, either way, the train maybe falls off the tracks, or someone is inclined to push someone onto the tracks in front of an oncoming Subway, and not the one Jared found himself feasting on to lose some weight a few years ago.
We who sit reluctantly or by choice while the events of the present unfold, gathering the bits and pieces of concerns of our fellow participants involved with the revolutions or evolutions we so generously call a life, wishing, I suppose that we had one, are always free with our suggestions or implications, I suppose, of where do we go from here.
Generally or compellingly I sequester those emotional and incoherent brainwaves that tend to incite fervor or it's nearest relative, a conscience, to expel some rumors or misaligned dogmas or just planned obsolescence so I can somehow wake those long forgotten memories of "Those were the good old days..." and to remind us that if that is all there is, then let's begin.
Okay, somewhere in time, whether it be the establishment of what we so loosely call Democracy, or down the line, the peevish concept of a middle class as opposed to dictatorships or Theocracies made their way into the mediocrity of our consciousness, and now, since they only hold out a distant thunder of every succeeding in their grand themes, we do have the opportunities to change our course, starting Now.
This idea of supporting the ways of government, who by the way, is suppose to be supporting us, is pure and simply poppycock. Sure if you want to say devote or make your life's work helping other people confront and deal with their circumstance or fate, so be it, but like any other profession you indulge in, do it because you want to, not because you have to, or in your own mind, are being forced into. Like myself, I was a vagabond for years, and instead of paying to learn something in a classroom, I went out and learned about things I wanted to create or be involved with and got paid to do so. This was in response to my brother dying in someplace other than his comfort zone that he had grown up in, though it was in an effort to fulfill one of his maligned sense of duty to his own state of mind. If, I said to myself, one can be so gratuitous, so could I, but in my servitude to those whims, I tried to be less of a burden on society, and more of a burden to myself. It wasn't until it wasn't fulfilling my personal prophecies of commitment or success that I changed direction and pursued other inclinations. Now that I have reached a pinnacle sometimes reached by chronological age, or by having fulfilled most of my attempts at personal endeavors that I am capable of letting the next generation of pupils of life do the same journeys by being supportive of their initiatives by doing those things that others consider to some degrees the tail end of the wagging Dog.
The same is true of any or All of the global communities that share this particular form of consciousness. Everyone, in some segment of their lives can do a variety of both satisfying and that feeling of accomplishment employment, and then be supportive by doing the dirty deeds done dirt cheap, so others can participate in expressing their own creative energy on their environment. As a child, the family gives you support, or the educational community of your choice gives you support, or your faith community gives you support, or the neighborhood or gathered friends give you support. When you become older, you return to this wonderful place where others donate their time and effort to make you feel wanted and desired. In between these two states of mind or life shall we say, you are responsible to be the support for the young and the old. Just be aware that this is your duty or responsibility as a member of society, whether or not that you like it.
Some of us took on this type of responsibility early in life, feeling as if it was a calling. As a functioning member of society, you may do this unwittingly, or you may do it reluctantly, and grimace in pain and yet it is all there for you to see. In this train of thought, this idea of collectivity or connectivity, while you are processing and dealing with your own individual thoughts, seems to have broken down with some of the recent occurrences being brought to us regularly through the massive social media, including simply put, 24 hour a day news cycles.
These historical pastimes of cultural upheavals have been there for eons, and yet we presume or assume that it is in someway only for the whites of our eyes to see in our presence of minds. There has always been layers of society, and minorities and women who have been subjugated, and lots of people who have been made fun of, or bullied or those mentally or physically challenged to be neglected or pushed out of the mainstream, and then those so inclined or so maligned to push back against the "MACHINE", so don't dwell on how significant the signs of global warming or violent outcomes to uncomplicated problems when they show up to wake us up from our day to day doldrums collide head-on into our awareness.
Kicking the can down the line in time is a favorite pastime but knowing when to let the thoughts that what goes up must come down, spinning wheel got to go round, talking about your troubles, though you never learn, is not a problem solving way to confront such anomalies, if they were ever anomalies to begin with. Instead maybe if we become aware of the fact of these challenges occur because of the choices we made in passing the buck, and facing them head on with everyone in mind, maybe what some of us refer to as solutions, then maybe we wouldn't have to continue the ongoing onslaughts of death defying leaps off of some inane cliffs that we ourselves from neglect created to experience so often. Give everyone a chance to be creative and a force in this Gestalt of Consciousness we created to either evolve into or ascend up to..... I am after all just parlaying a smattering of incoherent and often times diabolical rhetoric in order to peruse on incite your mind into action, hopefully forcing you to step down off your soapbox and becoming your own strawberry in a bowl of peas....Me again
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Who Knew
Sometime between the twinkling of my eyes heading into what would be a full night of different dreams including playing a little ping-pong, and talking with my father during some holiday celebration that was not involving Santa Claus and some end of days consternation, I had thoughts of a long and often twisted diatribe of unknown perimeters.
By the time I found myself behind the keyboard in front of the monitor, I cautiously thought maybe it would be a waste of time, but seeing as the weather outside is still malingering around stopping me from pruning a few more fruit trees, I am compelled to perform a few less stringent dances about the condition my condition is in.
I can say since my teenage years this idea that Thomas More had about Utopia leeched into my brain and convinced me as far as the ability to produce this type of misanthropic notion was within the realm of what we call Human Existence. Human existence in my mind took in what we refer to as consciousness. This means the ability to reflect, to think about what just happened, and to look forward into unclaimed territory, what we would call the future. Now I am well aware that when more than one Human is in the room, there can be disagreements, and maybe even conflict, or consternation for that matter.
Yet in all my experiments into extrapolation I have found that there are solutions to any challenge or quagmire. I am also aware that the forces of nature conclude that for balance to take place such as the Ying and Yang principles, and for that simple oddity that for every action there is a reaction, that for every positive existence there is an opposite negative existence. That does not in anyway proclaim that with our ability to reflect on these occurrences that we have to always conclude that those things are necessarily bad or evil. We spend so much time talking rather than just accepting that these are going to be around in the form of consciousness we have chosen to experience that we stand around sulking or pointing at one another as if that is somehow a solution to the previous event that just occurred. Good luck with that one my friends.
Social media has interrupted our ability to be involved with making the attitude changes we need to in order to temporarily change our direction and focus until the next event occurs to give us more challenges to meet. We are always going to have challenges to meet, and sometimes they are going to come quick and steady and we just have to realize to accept them and deal with them as they pop up now and again. Each time we can try something different in order to possess some type of clarity and different outcome, but nonetheless this is how we have chosen to experience this form of consciousness. Now here is where the commitment changes and the direction of my diatribe begins to waver into "Go ask Alice when she's Ten Feet Tall, or the Pills that mother gives you don't do anything At All.
We are not at a crossroads, though we do have many paths to take as Robert Frost once lamented. It is possible to achieve community where we are all concerned about one another. We don't need to exist in this cold hearted world where the imbalance of mother nature and the imbalance of fiscal policies find ourselves in a Thelma and Louise moment. It is unforgivable that most of us must perform and act out our lives in day to day permutations when those who seemingly are supposed to be role models and the keepers of the so-called Gate stand around in Glow in the Light jackets and lean on their proverbial rakes and pitchforks.
There is social injustice around the globe all from this concept that you can't feed, clothe and house all of people that find themselves glued either to the past, or yearning for the future. If you give them what they want NOW, then what occurs after that will be a better impression of what is to be. It is not this idea of more taxes or spending less, when it is totally unnecessary for this lame idea of money co-exists with our sensibilities concerning proliferation of equality. There will never be equality because each one of us contains our own uniqueness and how we express that in our external world will be different so at times others will see those differences as a threat. Get over yourselves. Diversity, if you haven't noticed, is the way Mother Nature Rolls.
If everyone had a job, not a paycheck, and they could go out and purchase anything they wanted in order to display their individual uniqueness, then all these bloody scenes we keep being subjected to wouldn't be happening to the degree we seem to be experiencing, and they wouldn't need to be splashed across some social medium screen to exacerbate and blow out of proportion any of the initial reaction to any given situation. One small step, one giant leap for mankind to assess and accept the challenge, and God forbid, solve one crisis at the moment of impact and worry our little perfunctory minds about future ones later.
The money we spend on government jobs, providing government workers a decent salary and pension, with COLA's to follow is bigger than most of the problems we face as far as fiscal policy goes. These jobs do not produce a product, they don't make any money, so they have to be paid for by people who work for companies that make products that produce income by taxing those incomes. Well, if the materials are there, and the products are being made and sold, and the packaging and distribution necessary to bring those products to the global markets are there, then why does the idea of exchange of some currency have to be part of this particular cycle. Why can't all of these forms of commerce just take place naturally, giving everyone the ability to express their own uniqueness and perform their resposibilities as a day to day function as a part of this particular cycle.
This takes in the idea that everyone can be what they want to be, and as far as reality goes, believe it or not, without the concept of money, the Universe would unfold just the way it was suppose to. We have, in other words, lingered and become addicted to the idea of money as a way to achieve success. We do the things we want to do anyway, living on credit, living above our means, so we can feel empowered and self-reliant, and we suddenly wonder when mental health and feelings of inequality take a sudden disastrous expression to shock our senses in an attempt to bring us to our senses. Laugh if you will, but Climate Change and Mother Nature's response to our inappropriate behavior and lack of existing side by side to all the other inhabitants and forms of consciousness that we have created in our own minds is just the beginning as we meet the exponential challenges that we have set in motion.
Lately I have heard just go home and hug your family, whether it be in response to another event, or the inability to secure meaningful employment and the idea of Healthcare being out of control, putting off a lot of people's decisions to give themselves even some increments of preventative solutions, shortening their lifetimes by decades. Community, charity work and being involved with those around you, sharing and helping them through the hard times is a closer approximation to solving some of these, what we call disasterous outcomes, from occurring in the first place, and when it doesn't, just deal with the initial challenges, and look forward to the ones to come, and just realize that this is the way realities, and the Universe rolls, and go with the flow of consciousness in all it's beautiful inclinations and outcomes.
This doesn't even begin to fulfill my desire to wake you all up and get you off your butts solving what little nuances that have you all up in arms, but for now, I must bid you farewell and hope that sending these few words out into the Universe, helps you with any complaints you have, so the world we live in will be more seemingly cooperative for all of you, and again as my friend Paul says..."Think about It".........Me
By the time I found myself behind the keyboard in front of the monitor, I cautiously thought maybe it would be a waste of time, but seeing as the weather outside is still malingering around stopping me from pruning a few more fruit trees, I am compelled to perform a few less stringent dances about the condition my condition is in.
I can say since my teenage years this idea that Thomas More had about Utopia leeched into my brain and convinced me as far as the ability to produce this type of misanthropic notion was within the realm of what we call Human Existence. Human existence in my mind took in what we refer to as consciousness. This means the ability to reflect, to think about what just happened, and to look forward into unclaimed territory, what we would call the future. Now I am well aware that when more than one Human is in the room, there can be disagreements, and maybe even conflict, or consternation for that matter.
Yet in all my experiments into extrapolation I have found that there are solutions to any challenge or quagmire. I am also aware that the forces of nature conclude that for balance to take place such as the Ying and Yang principles, and for that simple oddity that for every action there is a reaction, that for every positive existence there is an opposite negative existence. That does not in anyway proclaim that with our ability to reflect on these occurrences that we have to always conclude that those things are necessarily bad or evil. We spend so much time talking rather than just accepting that these are going to be around in the form of consciousness we have chosen to experience that we stand around sulking or pointing at one another as if that is somehow a solution to the previous event that just occurred. Good luck with that one my friends.
Social media has interrupted our ability to be involved with making the attitude changes we need to in order to temporarily change our direction and focus until the next event occurs to give us more challenges to meet. We are always going to have challenges to meet, and sometimes they are going to come quick and steady and we just have to realize to accept them and deal with them as they pop up now and again. Each time we can try something different in order to possess some type of clarity and different outcome, but nonetheless this is how we have chosen to experience this form of consciousness. Now here is where the commitment changes and the direction of my diatribe begins to waver into "Go ask Alice when she's Ten Feet Tall, or the Pills that mother gives you don't do anything At All.
We are not at a crossroads, though we do have many paths to take as Robert Frost once lamented. It is possible to achieve community where we are all concerned about one another. We don't need to exist in this cold hearted world where the imbalance of mother nature and the imbalance of fiscal policies find ourselves in a Thelma and Louise moment. It is unforgivable that most of us must perform and act out our lives in day to day permutations when those who seemingly are supposed to be role models and the keepers of the so-called Gate stand around in Glow in the Light jackets and lean on their proverbial rakes and pitchforks.
There is social injustice around the globe all from this concept that you can't feed, clothe and house all of people that find themselves glued either to the past, or yearning for the future. If you give them what they want NOW, then what occurs after that will be a better impression of what is to be. It is not this idea of more taxes or spending less, when it is totally unnecessary for this lame idea of money co-exists with our sensibilities concerning proliferation of equality. There will never be equality because each one of us contains our own uniqueness and how we express that in our external world will be different so at times others will see those differences as a threat. Get over yourselves. Diversity, if you haven't noticed, is the way Mother Nature Rolls.
If everyone had a job, not a paycheck, and they could go out and purchase anything they wanted in order to display their individual uniqueness, then all these bloody scenes we keep being subjected to wouldn't be happening to the degree we seem to be experiencing, and they wouldn't need to be splashed across some social medium screen to exacerbate and blow out of proportion any of the initial reaction to any given situation. One small step, one giant leap for mankind to assess and accept the challenge, and God forbid, solve one crisis at the moment of impact and worry our little perfunctory minds about future ones later.
The money we spend on government jobs, providing government workers a decent salary and pension, with COLA's to follow is bigger than most of the problems we face as far as fiscal policy goes. These jobs do not produce a product, they don't make any money, so they have to be paid for by people who work for companies that make products that produce income by taxing those incomes. Well, if the materials are there, and the products are being made and sold, and the packaging and distribution necessary to bring those products to the global markets are there, then why does the idea of exchange of some currency have to be part of this particular cycle. Why can't all of these forms of commerce just take place naturally, giving everyone the ability to express their own uniqueness and perform their resposibilities as a day to day function as a part of this particular cycle.
This takes in the idea that everyone can be what they want to be, and as far as reality goes, believe it or not, without the concept of money, the Universe would unfold just the way it was suppose to. We have, in other words, lingered and become addicted to the idea of money as a way to achieve success. We do the things we want to do anyway, living on credit, living above our means, so we can feel empowered and self-reliant, and we suddenly wonder when mental health and feelings of inequality take a sudden disastrous expression to shock our senses in an attempt to bring us to our senses. Laugh if you will, but Climate Change and Mother Nature's response to our inappropriate behavior and lack of existing side by side to all the other inhabitants and forms of consciousness that we have created in our own minds is just the beginning as we meet the exponential challenges that we have set in motion.
Lately I have heard just go home and hug your family, whether it be in response to another event, or the inability to secure meaningful employment and the idea of Healthcare being out of control, putting off a lot of people's decisions to give themselves even some increments of preventative solutions, shortening their lifetimes by decades. Community, charity work and being involved with those around you, sharing and helping them through the hard times is a closer approximation to solving some of these, what we call disasterous outcomes, from occurring in the first place, and when it doesn't, just deal with the initial challenges, and look forward to the ones to come, and just realize that this is the way realities, and the Universe rolls, and go with the flow of consciousness in all it's beautiful inclinations and outcomes.
This doesn't even begin to fulfill my desire to wake you all up and get you off your butts solving what little nuances that have you all up in arms, but for now, I must bid you farewell and hope that sending these few words out into the Universe, helps you with any complaints you have, so the world we live in will be more seemingly cooperative for all of you, and again as my friend Paul says..."Think about It".........Me
Saturday, November 3, 2012
The Reflectidons of the Mobius Strip
Furthermore, if that is possibly a legal term or found out to be part of a matrix, then imagining while piled up in snarling traffic on a day to day trip from a profession at a moment's notice you suddenly realize what you had experienced on a motorcycle for six years without the common practice of wearing a helmet, that revelations were occurring as fast as you not thinking about those suppositions in a window of freedom for an otherwise mundane existence was the exact reason you had put yourself in such a predicament. Yeah that in itself was a gospel you could easily choke on, but you never needed to be prompted or could never be expelled from such an experience, if you so chose to exist in the moments as they came along.
Yeah in the corresponding eloquence that gospels of truths from Apostles, or the lack of other points of relativity that were later found in the times of recent finds of Mary Magdalene or Judas, whether they be forgeries, or if in essence all the Gospels of the Apostles now tended to be written by other hands or minds by that point or points of view, then the ways in which we coalesce our religious fervor could relinquish our stairways to Heaven.
If like the Agnostics grasp on mystical understanding put them out of the mainstream of the hypocrisy involved or rotated throughout the hierarchies of the established Christian religion, based on the notions that women had no intellect or intuitive intervention into realities that were only allowed by Romans who realized the coming problems associated with their lost of control on their powerful empire because of the rising influence of the Judea Christian coalitions cropping up all over their environmental imagery that they had indoctrinated their populations to, then of course their increasingly secretive reflections lost their impact on the majority of the community they were so enamored with. Yes you can end a sentence with no polarity attached to it with a preposition. All of reality, or supposedly all of the air that rides past your ears, or makes your hair momentarily in a state of flux while weaving in and out of the traffic malaise on a motorcycle while daydreaming in a stationary car is a supposition, or for that matter a proposal, and not of a marriage of convenience caused by non firing neurons, but one of the continuance of now moments, not unlike the reflections one gets while gazing at a Mobius Strip, not being of a singularity or construed as one. Two thoughts come to mind from two of my favorite people here. First, from my friend Lee, from Sonoma County via Pennsylvania, hence where I was actually born, who once, if not a thousand innuendos later expressed " noone is innocent, and their are no accidents....." and two, my friend Paul from Montana, via the Universe, which is where, whether you are aware of it or not, is unfolding just the way it should be, proclaimed..." Think About It"...and when you do, never forget that it will just keep on happening, whether you like it or not, so just put up with the consequences of your thoughts, and enjoy the ride. God is, because you Are, and you Are, because God is, and after that, their is no after that. We are all Jesus, in mind, body and soul, if their is any interloping trains of thoughts, that don't have to be riding on any tracks, and don't have to telegraph any warnings when they come, correspondingly to an intersection, or a point in time, because the space will automatically provide the room intended, with or without the door.
Yeah in the corresponding eloquence that gospels of truths from Apostles, or the lack of other points of relativity that were later found in the times of recent finds of Mary Magdalene or Judas, whether they be forgeries, or if in essence all the Gospels of the Apostles now tended to be written by other hands or minds by that point or points of view, then the ways in which we coalesce our religious fervor could relinquish our stairways to Heaven.
If like the Agnostics grasp on mystical understanding put them out of the mainstream of the hypocrisy involved or rotated throughout the hierarchies of the established Christian religion, based on the notions that women had no intellect or intuitive intervention into realities that were only allowed by Romans who realized the coming problems associated with their lost of control on their powerful empire because of the rising influence of the Judea Christian coalitions cropping up all over their environmental imagery that they had indoctrinated their populations to, then of course their increasingly secretive reflections lost their impact on the majority of the community they were so enamored with. Yes you can end a sentence with no polarity attached to it with a preposition. All of reality, or supposedly all of the air that rides past your ears, or makes your hair momentarily in a state of flux while weaving in and out of the traffic malaise on a motorcycle while daydreaming in a stationary car is a supposition, or for that matter a proposal, and not of a marriage of convenience caused by non firing neurons, but one of the continuance of now moments, not unlike the reflections one gets while gazing at a Mobius Strip, not being of a singularity or construed as one. Two thoughts come to mind from two of my favorite people here. First, from my friend Lee, from Sonoma County via Pennsylvania, hence where I was actually born, who once, if not a thousand innuendos later expressed " noone is innocent, and their are no accidents....." and two, my friend Paul from Montana, via the Universe, which is where, whether you are aware of it or not, is unfolding just the way it should be, proclaimed..." Think About It"...and when you do, never forget that it will just keep on happening, whether you like it or not, so just put up with the consequences of your thoughts, and enjoy the ride. God is, because you Are, and you Are, because God is, and after that, their is no after that. We are all Jesus, in mind, body and soul, if their is any interloping trains of thoughts, that don't have to be riding on any tracks, and don't have to telegraph any warnings when they come, correspondingly to an intersection, or a point in time, because the space will automatically provide the room intended, with or without the door.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Momentary Wind Commentaries
It's not as if the little breezes left no pattern in the flickering leaves and yet for some notion me thinks it accelerated it's own ambiance. Operatic values touched down momentarily on the earthen floor, leaving no trace of either floor or ceiling values.
One could only guess or surmise that something was afoot. Yes, you can wander in thought but lest you forget we have spent a few years now with encrusted nuances prevailing in the political landscapes of time. We could of easily made attempts to follow, just briefly to test out the yellow brick road offered to us in the phrase "Yes We Can", instead of the variable verbal menageries of tea drinkers.
We could use a little change in the weather, trying as best we can to go back to the trails we left behind in order to control the directions that the wind had offered in it's little soliloquy's as they brushed up against our cheeks.
There is justice in peace, balancing the effervescent flow of financial equality. Build a school someone said and shut down a prison. Why is fulfilling everyone's dream such a difficult matter to adjust to. We don't need to condemn the weather pattern, just sit back and enjoy the outcomes, instead of causing such a ruckus and turning the default messages into rather oblique tragedies like Katrina, Afghanistan and Austerity Planning like the European Union.
Mother Nature is not out to get us, but rather an ally in our journey through space and time.
One could only guess or surmise that something was afoot. Yes, you can wander in thought but lest you forget we have spent a few years now with encrusted nuances prevailing in the political landscapes of time. We could of easily made attempts to follow, just briefly to test out the yellow brick road offered to us in the phrase "Yes We Can", instead of the variable verbal menageries of tea drinkers.
We could use a little change in the weather, trying as best we can to go back to the trails we left behind in order to control the directions that the wind had offered in it's little soliloquy's as they brushed up against our cheeks.
There is justice in peace, balancing the effervescent flow of financial equality. Build a school someone said and shut down a prison. Why is fulfilling everyone's dream such a difficult matter to adjust to. We don't need to condemn the weather pattern, just sit back and enjoy the outcomes, instead of causing such a ruckus and turning the default messages into rather oblique tragedies like Katrina, Afghanistan and Austerity Planning like the European Union.
Mother Nature is not out to get us, but rather an ally in our journey through space and time.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Go tell it on the mountain....
Time went too easily pass my ears, though it wasn't a second thought that touched home plate, it was the reflections of my multidimensional self that eluded my inquires. You just don't forget the horseplay and the joviality in the downplay of the circumstances.
Soapboxes become clear as each of these cast of one supplies the imagery to their looming coincidence of speaking to one another in front of a national crowd. We only hope that one of them steps up and really sounds out a visual from the vantage point of being on the mountain. A sermon, or preaching to a choir in some distant disarray, hoping to catch a public unaware or asleep at the wheel is not the hope we want to envision.
This is not the time for brevity or zingers, but one of momentary repasts, and looking toward a feeling of promise, not alluding, I guess, to making one, but of standing out among the madness and disillusion that has created the pauses in integrity, and allow the creative initiatives that are at our beckon call. Wilderness still exists on that exalted mountain we have climbed so often in the past. It is no longer a time to whittle, but to dig deep into our souls and create, as bipartisan as we can as a nation, to allow us, and the global consciousness to again come up with a battle cry to do better than we have the last for years.
As my father-in-law once said, "Come to Papa...."
Soapboxes become clear as each of these cast of one supplies the imagery to their looming coincidence of speaking to one another in front of a national crowd. We only hope that one of them steps up and really sounds out a visual from the vantage point of being on the mountain. A sermon, or preaching to a choir in some distant disarray, hoping to catch a public unaware or asleep at the wheel is not the hope we want to envision.
This is not the time for brevity or zingers, but one of momentary repasts, and looking toward a feeling of promise, not alluding, I guess, to making one, but of standing out among the madness and disillusion that has created the pauses in integrity, and allow the creative initiatives that are at our beckon call. Wilderness still exists on that exalted mountain we have climbed so often in the past. It is no longer a time to whittle, but to dig deep into our souls and create, as bipartisan as we can as a nation, to allow us, and the global consciousness to again come up with a battle cry to do better than we have the last for years.
As my father-in-law once said, "Come to Papa...."
Saturday, September 22, 2012
We have Gone and Built It
What seems to have begun a few centuries ago, by what by all accounts were a lot of landowners and influential people in a hierarchy of scholarly men who seemed as if it was their destiny to create some form of government that would bring about social change, disregarding aristocracy and royal foundations. It was surmised to distribute whatever land, wealth and common decency this document had to point out an evolving sanctuary that would encompass everyone in the community to be involved and to achieve their own station in life through numerous and various hard working concepts and inventive new ways to look at things.
It did not mean to turn itself into a free enterprise system or a symbolic capitalistic society. It did however seem to communicate those ideas that would give each citizen, like any Deity would, free will, and would suffice itself in it's own verbosity the concept of accepting the consequences of said free will choices.
Now as for the present we have to realize that governments like this one are around in a participatory way, to provide the circumstances to provide what is necessary for each individual and in turn provide a safe and prosperous community to develop it's own provocations as to how it represents it's ideals or ideology while contributing to the greater good. It set out with noble ambitions to achieve this by collecting taxes as a member of this form of lifestyle, so as to give the larger forms of government the chance to provide the roads for transportation to accommodate any business that would come barreling down the pike into existence.
To create the continuing welfare of it's citizens it would provide public education, firefighters and a police force to provide some form of security for all it's citizens. These advantages would create the environment for society in general to continue and procreate the ideals of numerous freedoms somehow lacking in previous attempts to procure what seems to have been symbolized in what is commonly referred to as the " Middle Class".
Somewhere along the line, and who cares or really remembers when it started, but none the less, not only has the middle class started to crumble, but the poor and wealthy seem to be shining in it's wake. For all those who were driven, creative and desired wealth, this system seemed to benefit them by providing the infrastructure for it to grow and succeed. Yet in so doing, they have not returned the favor by sharing what they achieved on the numerous volunteers who sacrificed their time, toil and energy to provide these acquisitions. Government service was not suppose to be a career, but a responsibility of those who participated to guide and provide the management and guidance to make the evolutionary events to make the transitions into the often time, differing and diverse ways to solve the problems that occur from time to time to challenge our abilities to keep the ship on it's variable courses. It was always the precept that when you are successful in such a system, and believe you me there was a time that the owners of the companies rewarded their employees by reinvesting in their success, which continued on a local level, to keep a balance in the family structure and the community's health and continued existence.
I for one am humbled by my recent experience and also realize how fortunate I am to be living in this public representative form of government and do not complain on the levies thrust upon me, even though I do not vote, or participate in such folly as it is today with new voter ID laws and caustic rhetoric and misinformation being bandied about to achieve some sort of position or power as a representative of such debaucheries.
Go sermonize on deaf ears or the choir, but either way whatever is being done here is not what this experiment was suppose to establish, or symbolize the intuitive thought and wisdom that was designated in the Articles that were written so long ago. Instead we have replaced it with avarice, jealousy, pomposity and downright arrogance and ignorance. Take a moment to make a giant step outside your minds and realize that all consciousness evolves and comes and goes as it pleases, irregardless of who you are and what station you allow yourself to maintain throughout your journey in individual reality. Really, love is all there is, and all there is, is love, and God is because You are, and You are because God is, and after that, there is no after that. I bid you farewell to any of you travelers who have chosen the destiny to plow through this little dissertation, because you know, it has no bearing what so ever on your life, except what little of it you allow to let in.....Me Thinks
It did not mean to turn itself into a free enterprise system or a symbolic capitalistic society. It did however seem to communicate those ideas that would give each citizen, like any Deity would, free will, and would suffice itself in it's own verbosity the concept of accepting the consequences of said free will choices.
Now as for the present we have to realize that governments like this one are around in a participatory way, to provide the circumstances to provide what is necessary for each individual and in turn provide a safe and prosperous community to develop it's own provocations as to how it represents it's ideals or ideology while contributing to the greater good. It set out with noble ambitions to achieve this by collecting taxes as a member of this form of lifestyle, so as to give the larger forms of government the chance to provide the roads for transportation to accommodate any business that would come barreling down the pike into existence.
To create the continuing welfare of it's citizens it would provide public education, firefighters and a police force to provide some form of security for all it's citizens. These advantages would create the environment for society in general to continue and procreate the ideals of numerous freedoms somehow lacking in previous attempts to procure what seems to have been symbolized in what is commonly referred to as the " Middle Class".
Somewhere along the line, and who cares or really remembers when it started, but none the less, not only has the middle class started to crumble, but the poor and wealthy seem to be shining in it's wake. For all those who were driven, creative and desired wealth, this system seemed to benefit them by providing the infrastructure for it to grow and succeed. Yet in so doing, they have not returned the favor by sharing what they achieved on the numerous volunteers who sacrificed their time, toil and energy to provide these acquisitions. Government service was not suppose to be a career, but a responsibility of those who participated to guide and provide the management and guidance to make the evolutionary events to make the transitions into the often time, differing and diverse ways to solve the problems that occur from time to time to challenge our abilities to keep the ship on it's variable courses. It was always the precept that when you are successful in such a system, and believe you me there was a time that the owners of the companies rewarded their employees by reinvesting in their success, which continued on a local level, to keep a balance in the family structure and the community's health and continued existence.
I for one am humbled by my recent experience and also realize how fortunate I am to be living in this public representative form of government and do not complain on the levies thrust upon me, even though I do not vote, or participate in such folly as it is today with new voter ID laws and caustic rhetoric and misinformation being bandied about to achieve some sort of position or power as a representative of such debaucheries.
Go sermonize on deaf ears or the choir, but either way whatever is being done here is not what this experiment was suppose to establish, or symbolize the intuitive thought and wisdom that was designated in the Articles that were written so long ago. Instead we have replaced it with avarice, jealousy, pomposity and downright arrogance and ignorance. Take a moment to make a giant step outside your minds and realize that all consciousness evolves and comes and goes as it pleases, irregardless of who you are and what station you allow yourself to maintain throughout your journey in individual reality. Really, love is all there is, and all there is, is love, and God is because You are, and You are because God is, and after that, there is no after that. I bid you farewell to any of you travelers who have chosen the destiny to plow through this little dissertation, because you know, it has no bearing what so ever on your life, except what little of it you allow to let in.....Me Thinks
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Pace has Feelings
Okay, for once I go and find a comment from a younger member of my family, specifically one who is actually in Afghanistan and is coming home from a tour in September. He comments that neither of the candidates running for President is talking about a decade old war.
Well, that isn't all they are not talking about, but let it be that someone who is actually carrying out what is supposed to be the will of the people or if you like the whim of the Commander and Chief, which is actually the President, is speaking his mind and letting it be known that even though he is there doing the business of whomever, he questions that the discussion or debate on this issue is not being put in the public domain.
It is not a matter of how he feels one way or another, because I am not in any way speaking for him, I am just saying with a war weary nation who is concerned about fairness and the economy and so many other things, that the political foray centers around picking out the faults of, or misleading the public into what they want the public to feel about not only themselves but the person they are competing with. This is evidence that maybe, just maybe, the calling of public service is no longer about the general populace, but more so about two egocentric personalities afraid to speak what is truly in their hearts and minds, and give the people who make up the communities of this nation a chance at being able to decipher the message and the messenger.
Just for a moment may the masses rise up and not occupy a physical space, but occupy the concepts that this country was based on and take the time to say I'm tired of this fill in the blank and I'm not going to put up with it any more.
Well, that isn't all they are not talking about, but let it be that someone who is actually carrying out what is supposed to be the will of the people or if you like the whim of the Commander and Chief, which is actually the President, is speaking his mind and letting it be known that even though he is there doing the business of whomever, he questions that the discussion or debate on this issue is not being put in the public domain.
It is not a matter of how he feels one way or another, because I am not in any way speaking for him, I am just saying with a war weary nation who is concerned about fairness and the economy and so many other things, that the political foray centers around picking out the faults of, or misleading the public into what they want the public to feel about not only themselves but the person they are competing with. This is evidence that maybe, just maybe, the calling of public service is no longer about the general populace, but more so about two egocentric personalities afraid to speak what is truly in their hearts and minds, and give the people who make up the communities of this nation a chance at being able to decipher the message and the messenger.
Just for a moment may the masses rise up and not occupy a physical space, but occupy the concepts that this country was based on and take the time to say I'm tired of this fill in the blank and I'm not going to put up with it any more.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Dad, Pat, Tabby and Black Oak
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So
we had made plans to scoot on over to Fairfield to see Dad and Pat,
since they seemingly are headed up to Alaska on the 20th of August.
First though we stopped off and did the Tabby patrol, and took a few
shots out the back porch of the Santa Rosa Plains. We had luckily canned
during the week, so a few goodies were packed along with some Gorgeous
Gladiolas in a humungous vase and off we went. The sky along Highway 37
was a little either murky, cloudy or a combination of emotional fog and
the endings of the Olympic Competitions.
As we entered at the Guard Gate at Paradise Valley, for the first time we were granted an over sized visitor pass. When you haven't seen someone for a long time, and changes occur, you never know what to expect. I walked in carrying the vase, and Dad verbalized any number of times, come in, come in. When Pat came out into the living room, she was amazed at the flower arrangement and the huge vase. She pointed out her new chair, and Joyce preceded like Goldilocks, to sit down in the "Just Right" chair. We got to see the clock on the wall strike an even number and gazed at the new Refrigerator. From there we headed out for breakfast at the Black Oak Restaurant in Vacaville.
Now like the Cracker Barrel or similar cultural landmarks this place had been around since 1960 and it's foyer was like similar joints was a Gift Shop. The menu was filled with numerous items, and I didn't ask for a lunch menu, and they had specials written in multi-colored ink on a mirror. The food as I had suspected was marginal, though Joyce seemed to really enjoy her Eggs Benedict.
On the way home I took a few irrelevant shots of landmarks that we pass going and coming to give anyone viewing the collages, and has been along those particular snapshot roads a chance to reminisce. You got to take your shots when you have the chance and while it wasn't material to write to Mom about, it did fill out a lot of news that we had not known or heard about and will keep to that old phrase, If I Told You, Then I'd Have To Kill You mode. It is with heartfelt thanks to wonderlust and getting out and kibitzing with family that makes these road trips not only well worth their weight in Gold, but also watching the meteorological and topographical evolution and changes in our environment that gives us the energy on a resting day to go out and grab the bull by the horns.
Just take a giant Steven step outside your mind, and live the life of the Child in you when such occurrences enter into the fray of your human existence. Live long, prosper often and take the High Road to any adventure your little heart desires....!!!????
As we entered at the Guard Gate at Paradise Valley, for the first time we were granted an over sized visitor pass. When you haven't seen someone for a long time, and changes occur, you never know what to expect. I walked in carrying the vase, and Dad verbalized any number of times, come in, come in. When Pat came out into the living room, she was amazed at the flower arrangement and the huge vase. She pointed out her new chair, and Joyce preceded like Goldilocks, to sit down in the "Just Right" chair. We got to see the clock on the wall strike an even number and gazed at the new Refrigerator. From there we headed out for breakfast at the Black Oak Restaurant in Vacaville.
Now like the Cracker Barrel or similar cultural landmarks this place had been around since 1960 and it's foyer was like similar joints was a Gift Shop. The menu was filled with numerous items, and I didn't ask for a lunch menu, and they had specials written in multi-colored ink on a mirror. The food as I had suspected was marginal, though Joyce seemed to really enjoy her Eggs Benedict.
On the way home I took a few irrelevant shots of landmarks that we pass going and coming to give anyone viewing the collages, and has been along those particular snapshot roads a chance to reminisce. You got to take your shots when you have the chance and while it wasn't material to write to Mom about, it did fill out a lot of news that we had not known or heard about and will keep to that old phrase, If I Told You, Then I'd Have To Kill You mode. It is with heartfelt thanks to wonderlust and getting out and kibitzing with family that makes these road trips not only well worth their weight in Gold, but also watching the meteorological and topographical evolution and changes in our environment that gives us the energy on a resting day to go out and grab the bull by the horns.
Just take a giant Steven step outside your mind, and live the life of the Child in you when such occurrences enter into the fray of your human existence. Live long, prosper often and take the High Road to any adventure your little heart desires....!!!????
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Christopher Speaks
Christopher gives perspective of what Rick seems to be doing with what seems to be his retirement....
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Did they wave when they drove by?
Are you there yet, as my friend Matt would say, if someone drives down your street and you wave, and that person doesn't wave back, well, call the neighbors so they can start the neighborhood watch. Right now.
What is it that brings us so much uncertainty that we continue to allow these events to occur? Is life so unbearable that we let it pass us by without a whimper. Is it the traffic or the accumulation of wealth, or having it now rather than earning it later, so their is pride in the accomplishment or acquiring a goal?
There are signs in each of these events, and technology, which seems to be for the most part these days "the answer",for the government, though, it seems, it doesn't give us warning when so much terror is purchased on the internet, without a red flag going up. There doesn't seem to be any political will, so each community must make the government aware that it is of, by and for the people, not the other way around. If they can take the data from a cellphone tower, without a warrant or a Judge granting a wiretap and if all the phone companies give the government access to the data to acquire chatter that would illuminate us to upcoming events, then where is that same affinity when it comes to people who purchase inordinate amount of destructive ordinance, in whatever parameters you want to squander your imagination on.
Life is meant to be beautiful, interesting, informative, challenging and completely inane at times, but it is not suppose to make people decide to be cajoled into feeling as if purchasing a weapon is going to make them more secure. If in a theater, when gas canisters and bullets are flying and people are scattering, and you're in the 15th row, and you think that pulling out your weapon is going to give you Cart Blanche access to hit the imposing target in all the confusion, you are as delusional as the perpetrator. What is missing so much of the time is community and it's day to day effect on individual mental health issues.
So are you going to live your life looking over your shoulder, wondering when you are going to hit that wall, or floor, or ceiling, instead of promulgating some forms of lust, imagination, fortitude, enthusiasm, topped with trust in your own created environment or your commitment to some form of community shared reality. Whatever comes your way is always for your own good, and is exactly what you have asked for and have allowed to happen. If you want something different, you must take the initiative to make that choice to begin to unfold just the way it is supposed to, in your own little universe, because, really, it's okay, and they know you there.
What is it that brings us so much uncertainty that we continue to allow these events to occur? Is life so unbearable that we let it pass us by without a whimper. Is it the traffic or the accumulation of wealth, or having it now rather than earning it later, so their is pride in the accomplishment or acquiring a goal?
There are signs in each of these events, and technology, which seems to be for the most part these days "the answer",for the government, though, it seems, it doesn't give us warning when so much terror is purchased on the internet, without a red flag going up. There doesn't seem to be any political will, so each community must make the government aware that it is of, by and for the people, not the other way around. If they can take the data from a cellphone tower, without a warrant or a Judge granting a wiretap and if all the phone companies give the government access to the data to acquire chatter that would illuminate us to upcoming events, then where is that same affinity when it comes to people who purchase inordinate amount of destructive ordinance, in whatever parameters you want to squander your imagination on.
Life is meant to be beautiful, interesting, informative, challenging and completely inane at times, but it is not suppose to make people decide to be cajoled into feeling as if purchasing a weapon is going to make them more secure. If in a theater, when gas canisters and bullets are flying and people are scattering, and you're in the 15th row, and you think that pulling out your weapon is going to give you Cart Blanche access to hit the imposing target in all the confusion, you are as delusional as the perpetrator. What is missing so much of the time is community and it's day to day effect on individual mental health issues.
So are you going to live your life looking over your shoulder, wondering when you are going to hit that wall, or floor, or ceiling, instead of promulgating some forms of lust, imagination, fortitude, enthusiasm, topped with trust in your own created environment or your commitment to some form of community shared reality. Whatever comes your way is always for your own good, and is exactly what you have asked for and have allowed to happen. If you want something different, you must take the initiative to make that choice to begin to unfold just the way it is supposed to, in your own little universe, because, really, it's okay, and they know you there.
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