Friday, December 26, 2014

MSG -Harmful, like Poisonous Harmful *

 Good info to know.

This substance which, as you know, is added to almost everything packaged and every fast food burger or food out there, is poisonous to us in very subtle ways for some, major ways for many others. Most common result irregular heart beat.
Avoid it at all cost!

I thought MSG had been banned years ago; apparently not; it only got a few new names.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Think You're Seeing Stars? Think Again *

This video is amazing and so beautiful.  Copy and paste the link above.  Enjoy!

Monday, November 17, 2014

More About Tomas *

Posted on Nov 16, 2014

By Chris Hedges  of

  Tomas Young reads “A Message From a Dying Veteran,” his letter to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, in this screen shot from “Democracy Now!” With him is his wife, Claudia Cuellar.
(I left off the picture of Tomas and Claudia; same one is below in another post. signed Ada)
Tomas Young was shot and paralyzed below his waist in Iraq in April 2004 when he and about 20 other U.S. soldiers were ambushed while riding in the back of an Army truck. He died of his wounds Nov. 10, 2014, at the age of 34. His final months were marked by a desperate battle to ward off the horrific pain that wracked his broken body and by the callous indifference of a government that saw him as part of the disposable human fodder required for war.

Young wrote a poignant open letter to Bush and Cheney on the 10th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War. He knew that they, along with other idiotic cheerleaders for the war, were responsible for his paralysis and coming death.

Young, who had been in Iraq only five days at the time of the 2004 attack, was hit by two bullets. One struck a knee and the other cut his spinal cord. He was already confined to his bed when I visited him in March 2013 in Kansas City. He was unable to feed himself. He was taking some 30 pills a day. His partly paralyzed body had suffered a second shock in March 2008 when a blood clot formed in his right arm (which bore a color tattoo of a character from Maurice Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things Are”). He was taken to the Veterans Affairs hospital in Kansas City, Mo., given the blood thinner Coumadin and released. The VA took him off Coumadin a month later. The clot migrated to one of his lungs. He suffered a massive pulmonary embolism and went into a coma. When he awoke in the hospital his speech was slurred. He had lost nearly all his upper-body mobility and short-term memory. He began suffering terrible pain in his abdomen. His colon was surgically removed in an effort to mitigate the abdominal pain. He was fitted with a colostomy bag. The pain disappeared for a few days and then returned. He could not hold down most foods, even when they were pureed. The doctors dilated his stomach. He could eat only soup and oatmeal. And then he went on a feeding tube.
Young hung on as long as he could. Now he is gone. He understood what the masters of war had done to him, how he had been used and turned into human refuse. He was one of the first veterans to protest against the Iraq War. Planning to kill himself by cutting off his feeding tube, he wrote a poignant open “Last Letter” to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney in March of 2013 on the 10th anniversary of the start of the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq. He knew that Bush and Cheney, along with other idiotic cheerleaders for the war, including my old employer The New York Times, were responsible for his paralysis and coming death. After issuing the letter Young changed his mind about committing suicide, saying he wanted to have more time with his wife, Claudia Cuellar, who dedicated her life to his care. Young and Cuellar knew he did not have long. The couple would move from Kansas City to Portland, Ore., and then to Seattle, where Young died.

Veterans Affairs over the last eight months of Young’s life reduced his pain medication, charging he had become an addict. It was a decision that thrust him into a wilderness of agony. Young’s existence became a constant battle with the VA. He suffered excruciating “breakthrough pain.” The VA was indifferent. It cut his 30-day supply of pain medication to seven days. Young, when the pills did not arrive on time, might as well have been nailed to a cross. Cuellar, in an exchange of several emails with me since Young’s death, remembered hearing her husband on the phone one day pleading with a VA doctor and finally saying: “So you mean to tell me it is better for me to live in pain than die on pain medicine in this disabled state?” At night, she said, he would moan and cry out.

“It was a battle of wills,” Cuellar told me in one of the emails. “We were losing. Our whole time in Portland was spent dealing with trying to get what we needed to be at home and comfortable and pain free. THAT’S ALL WE WANTED, TO BE HOME AND PAIN FREE, to enjoy whatever time we had left.”

Last month they moved from Portland to Seattle. They would be closer to a good spinal cord injury unit. Also, Washington was one of the states that had legalized marijuana, which Young used extensively.

When I saw Young in Kansas City last year he told me he had thought of having his ashes sprinkled over a patch of soil on which marijuana would be planted, “but then I worried that no one would want to smoke it.” After they moved to Seattle he and Cuellar again pleaded with the VA for more pain medication, but the VA staff said Young would have to be evaluated over a two-week period by a “pain team.” The pain team could not see him until the last week of November. He was dead before then.

“Last week I called because his breakthrough pain started happening throughout the day,” Cuellar said in an email. “I was using more and more of the morphine and Lorazepam. I was running out of pills. He had a high tolerance for pain, but it was getting bad. I called to report to the doctor that it was getting bad fast. I would not have enough pills to bridge him to the appointment on the 24th. The doctor was unsympathetic. He gave me a condescending lecture about strict narcotics regulations. I said, ‘but my husband is in pain what do I do?’ ”

Young tried to take enough sleeping pills to sleep away the pain. But he was able to rest for a prolonged period only every few days. The pain and exhaustion began to tear apart his frail body. He was dispirited. He was visibly weaker. He felt humiliated.

“Maybe he got so exhausted by the enduring of it all that he took a last sleep and never came back,” Cuellar wrote. “My conclusion is that he died in pain from the exhaustion of having to endure it. Early morning Monday, when I thought he was sleeping, I heard a silence I had never heard before. I couldn’t hear him breathing. I was scared, but I knew. The first thing I did was liberate him from all the tubes and bags on his body. I cut off the feeding tube. I took off the Ostomy Bags. I removed the Foley Catheter. I cleaned his body. I played music. We smoked a last joint together. I smoked for him. I started making calls.”

“The funeral home instructed me to call the police,” she wrote. “They arrived and concluded that there were no issues, but because of his young age they had to refer this to the Medical Examiner. The Medical Examiner came. He made the determination that due to his age that they would have to perform an autopsy. I said, ‘Hey look at his body don’t you think he has been mutilated enough? Are [you] going to desecrate his body even further?’ So he was cut open some more.”

The VA called her to ask for the autopsy report.

Young’s final days, Cuellar said, were often “hopeless and humiliating.”

It is an old story. It is the story of war. Two days after the 9/11 attacks, Young enlisted in the Army, hoping he would be sent to fight in Afghanistan. He was seduced by jingoism and calls for a crusade against evil that he eventually came to realize were a mask for lies and deceit. He became a voice for other young people who bore the physical and emotional scars of war. He became our conscience. He spoke a truth about war, a truth many do not want to hear. And he condemned our war criminals and demanded justice. He wrote in his “Last Letter” to Bush and Cheney:

    I have, like many other disabled veterans, suffered from the inadequate and often inept care provided by the Veterans Administration. I have, like many other disabled veterans, come to realize that our mental and physical wounds are of no interest to you, perhaps of no interest to any politician. We were used. We were betrayed. And we have been abandoned. You, Mr. Bush, make much pretense of being a Christian. But isn’t lying a sin? Isn’t murder a sin? Aren’t theft and selfish ambition sins? I am not a Christian. But I believe in the Christian ideal. I believe that what you do to the least of your brothers you finally do to yourself, to your own soul.

    My day of reckoning is upon me. Yours will come. I hope you will be put on trial. But mostly I hope, for your sakes, that you find the moral courage to face what you have done to me and to many, many others who deserved to live. I hope that before your time on earth ends, as mine is now ending, you will find the strength of character to stand before the American public and the world, and in particular the Iraqi people, and beg for forgiveness.

We must grieve for Tomas Young, for all the severely wounded men and women hidden from view, suffering their private torments in claustrophobic rooms, for their families, for the hundreds of thousands of civilians that have died in Iraq and Afghanistan, for our own complicity in these wars. We must grieve for a nation that has lost its way, blinded by the psychosis of permanent war, that kills human beings across the globe as if they were little more than insects. It is a waste. We will leave defeated from Iraq and Afghanistan; we will leave burdened with the expenditure of trillions of dollars and responsible for mounds of corpses and ruined nations. Young, and here is the tragedy of it, was sacrificed for nothing. Only the masters of war, those who have profited from the rivers of blood, rejoice. And they know the dead cannot speak.

“Did anybody ever come back from the dead any single one of the millions who got killed did any one of them ever come back and say by god i’m glad i’m dead because death is always better than dishonor?” Dalton Trumbo wrote in his great anti-war novel “Johnny Got His Gun,” “did they say i’m glad i died to make the world safe for democracy? did they say i like death better than losing liberty? did any of them ever say it’s good to think i got my guts blown out for the honor of my country? did any of them ever say look at me i’m dead but i died for decency and that’s better than being alive? did any of them ever say here i am i’ve been rotting for two years in a foreign grave but it’s wonderful to die for your native land? did any of them say hurray i died for womanhood and i’m happy see how i sing even though my mouth is choked with worms?”

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Did You Know Tomas Young? He Has Died. *

It is possible you didn't even know the name, Tomas Young.  It is possible you never heard the words of his letter to Bush and Cheney.  I did know his name and I also read his letter when first published. 
Again, today, I heard and watched as he struggled to read his letter found here: .  He was paralyzed from the neck down, you know.  It is with a torn heart that I watched the video.  Hopefully, your heart will be torn too.

This young man was a true patriot; felt he was doing the right thing; as so many feel.
Regrettably, he paid too high a cost, just as millions have and still the many will continue to pay the high cost of wars.  I ask you: Is it worth it?  No it isn't, absolutely not!

It is a shame and shamble that the civilizations of this planet see no way to settle differences but by killing and destruction.  It is a very sad state of affairs that we citizens of this world do not put all the destruction and death behind/aside and  learn to live in peace and to love one another, knowing that each of us is a part of the whole.  "Do unto others as we would have them do unto us".  These words are only a heartless joke to so many.  You and I know who they are; the ones who exist only for power, controlling power. 

Ironic that Tomas Young ceased to breathe the day before we 'celebrate' Veterans Day.  I wonder how many more recent young veterans chose also this day to cease breathing. There are many choosing this pathway out of their personal hell, every day.  Maybe you aren't aware of the rash of suicides occurring with the military; the numbers are tremendous! It is highly possible one of them is of your family.  I lost a beloved in this manner; his agony released by suicide.  He could no longer exist with the horrors in his mind and heart, having lived with this since the Vietnam war.

Tomas Young, Veteran Author of ‘The Last Letter,’ Dies at 34

Iraq War veteran and activist Tomas Young has died, "Democracy Now" is reporting. There is no word as of this posting about the cause of death.

Young was the author of "The Last Letter," a message to George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, published by Truthdig, in which he stated his intention to die. Young, who was in hospice care at the time and required assistance to live, later changed his mind, saying he wanted to spend more time with his wife.

Chris Hedges wrote about Young and worked with him. The columnist wrote, "Young will die for our sins. He will die for a war that should never have been fought. He will die for the lies of politicians. He will die for war profiteers. He will die for the careers of generals. He will die for a cheerleader press. He will die for a complacent public that made war possible. He bore all this upon his body. He was crucified."

In March 2013, we named Tomas Young our Truthdigger of the Week.

In his seminal work, Young said, "I write this letter, my last letter, to you, Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney. I write not because I think you grasp the terrible human and moral consequences of your lies, manipulation and thirst for wealth and power. I write this letter because, before my own death, I want to make it clear that I, and hundreds of thousands of my fellow veterans, along with millions of my fellow citizens, along with hundreds of millions more in Iraq and the Middle East, know fully who you are and what you have done. You may evade justice but in our eyes you are each guilty of egregious war crimes, of plunder and, finally, of murder, including the murder of thousands of young Americans—my fellow veterans—whose future you stole."

He will be missed.

—Posted by Peter Z. Scheer  at

Friday, October 31, 2014

Thoughts from The Sea Gypsy Philosopher *

Thursday, October 30, 2014


by Ray Jason

Ray on his birthday 2014

Today is my birthday, and as might be expected, I am in a particularly reflective mood.  As a gift to myself – and hopefully to you as well – I am going to attempt to clarify my current beliefs about “How the world works.”  This is not an easy task because those who are actually in charge of the planet relentlessly conceal their true motivations and methods.  If this subject proves intriguing to you folks out there, I will revisit it each year on my birthday.
But first, here is a short meditation on birthdays and age.  Because I am zealous about staying in shape, I am often asked how old I am.  My usual answer is, “I am in my Middle Years.”  Although this answer sounds evasive, it actually stems from a deeper inquiry into this topic.  My analysis is that there are four elements to human aging.

·        CHRONOLOGICAL AGE   Unfortunately, this is the dominant method that our culture uses to measure someone’s age.  But I contend that it is probably the least reliable marker.
·        BIOLOGICAL AGE   This is a far more accurate denominator of a person’s position along their life path.  How strong and pliant is your cardio-pulmonary-vascular system?  Are your joints troublesome and has your muscle dissolved into fat?  Is your mind still sharp or is your memory a shifting fogbank?  These markers will provide a much better assessment of your true age than any calendar can.
·        EMOTIONAL AGE   Do you handle the disappointments and tragedies of life with composure and grace?  Someone with a short fuse and a long stress horizon will probably be older than their calendar years might suggest.
·        PHILOSOPHICAL AGE   This is the category in which a person should strive to be older than their chronological total.  If one can achieve the “Wisdom of an Elder” at an early stage in life, this will bequeath them an inner harmony that will normally lead to increased longevity and greater happiness.
So my belief is that true age is a tapestry of these different threads.  If a person can achieve advanced emotional and philosophical maturity early in life, and if they combine that with healthy eating and exercise, this will lead to such vibrant biological wellness that they can practically ignore the calendar.
            And now back to the main topic of this meditation – “What I Think I Know.” I truly cannot remember any time when I was not inquisitive and idealistic.  Life lessons from a great mom instilled in me a passion for trying to figure things out and for trying to make things better.  These same elemental desires still provide the foundation for all of my efforts to understand and to communicate.  
I also received inspiration and guidance from some wise quotations from three great thinkers - Socrates, Whitman and Thoreau.   Socrates bolstered my inquisitiveness with his counsel that “the unexamined life is not worth living.”  Walt Whitman further reinforced this with his injunction to “question much and obey little.”  And Thoreau outlined how a simple and unencumbered material existence helps foster an abundant philosophical life with this statement: “a man is rich in direct proportion to the number of things that he can live without.”
And now, as I look back from my Middle Years, at all of my striving to understand and improve, what have these pursuits bequeathed me?  Unfortunately, the answer is DISILLUSION and DISCOURAGEMENT.  It has not yet degenerated into DESPAIR, but sometimes I feel like I am standing at the border about to enter that bleak territory.   
I challenge anyone to deeply investigate this world, and not emerge with their beliefs shattered.  Every institution that we are trained to respect in our formative years, is at best fraudulent and at worst pathological.  The State, the Church, the Military, the Police, the Intelligence Agencies, the Corporate World, and the Media are all corrupt to the core and are now just metastasized tumors of greed, hubris and violence. 
·        THE STATE – The Western Democracies are a total charade.  They might claim to answer to the will of the people, but their actions prove that they answer almost exclusively to the will of the RICH people.  They are a more subtle - and therefore more insidious - modern version of aristocracy or oligarchy.  Competing with these depraved, lip-service democracies is a truly frightening retro form of government - Islamic Theocracies.  Seeking to reinstate cultural codes that were repugnant even in the Iron Age, these aberrant social deformities continue gaining ascendancy as a counter-weight to what they perceive as Western degeneracy.  With these as the two main governmental options, the term “lose-lose situation” leaps to mind.
·        THE CHURCH – The earthly mission of Religion Inc. can be summed up in one word – CONTROL.  Churches want to dominate people’s lives.  And they do this with hideous weapons – either fear-mongering or the promise of salvation.  Any cult whose foundation rests upon two concepts that cannot be proven – namely that a god exists and that there is a heaven and a hell – should immediately be suspect and presumed to be a con.  But instead, the religious powers have managed to convince most of the planet that such absurdities don’t require evidence and can be accepted on the basis of faith.  And even though the priests and rabbis and mullahs claim that religious savagery is a thing of the past, just look at today’s headlines and it is clear that sacred butchery is still a global scourge. 
·        THE MILITARY – The most powerful element of what I call The Malignant Overlords is the military/industrial complex.  Their lobbyists roam Washington like bloated locusts campaigning for endless war.  Indeed, in the last few weeks Leon Panetta has claimed that the conflict with ISIS could stretch out for 30 years.  These people are putrid inside.  They create the most obscene weaponry and just when you think they cannot get any worse, they come up with something even more despicable.  Now they want to weaponize space and cyberspace.  And because of our “no-future for young people economy” they have a steady stream of poor kids for whom killing and getting killed is their best economic option.
·        THE POLICE  - Only a fool can look at the evolution of the U.S. police force and still believe that their role is to serve and protect.  They look like galactic storm-troopers and they behave like a playground bully on steroids.  Vets returning from the Middle East repeatedly claim that U.S. cops have better combat gear than they did overseas.  They have not been militarized by accident.  The Malignant Overlords realize that the serfs will eventually reach a breaking point; and so they intend to have enormous tactical advantage.
·        THE INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES – It is difficult to not bring up the “military intelligence is an oxymoron” argument here.  But even more important than their rampant incompetence, is the depravity of their mission.  Essentially, their duty is to undermine any leader or government that refuses to “play ball with America.”  This is code for allowing U.S. corporations free reign within that sovereign country to avail themselves of the best resources and the cheapest labor.  In the good old days, the U.S. Marines would pave the way for the United Fruit Company.  But now it is the spook agencies that “open up markets” for the American multi-nationals.
·        THE CORPORATE WORLD – Where should I begin when citing the evils of the Multi-nationals?  Their only allegiance is to PROFIT.  They don’t care about people or countries or the planet.  The scorn they have for their workers is aptly demonstrated by their policy of “off-shoring.”   This is OrwellSpeak for firing millions of workers and vaporizingh entire industrial areas; leaving behind a wasteland of poverty, addiction and despair.  This off-shoring also ravages the peasants at the other end of this profit river.   Those largely self-sufficient farmers suddenly find themselves lured or forced into sweatshops where they are overworked at slave wages.  But as bad as the manufacturing corporations are, they seem enlightened when compared to the financial institutions which have become a massive part of the global economy.  These soul-less entities, receive billions in taxpayer bailouts and yet won’t even make loans to Main Street.  Instead they play the international financial market casino in which vast profits are made through the trading of absolutely nothing of value to society.  It’s all high-frequency gibberish and voodoo.
·        THE MEDIA – I am tempted to use the phrase “The Pimpery” here, even though I doubt if there is such a word.  But it surely is appropriate.  When almost all of the major media are owned by six or seven major players, who are all obscenely rich, whose interests do you think they will promote?  I am old enough to remember a time when there were reporters who sought the truth or the story behind the story.  Now they seek only career advancement and face time on the Tube.  I can’t watch the nightly news without an air sickness bag nearby.   
This brief description of the corruption and perversity of the bedrock institutions of modern civilization is profoundly troubling.  But the future appears even bleaker, when one assesses the trajectory of events.  It is as if the Malignant Overlords have taken Orwell’s 1984, which was written as a cautionary novel, and turned it into an operating manual.  It genuinely appears that they are trying to structure a society of rulers, technicians and serfs.  Their spying capabilities, their militarized police, their desire to plant microchip tracking  devices in everyone, certainly leads one to conclude that what the elites truly desire is a HUMAN HERD that can be controlled and dominated. 
As I survey this panorama, from what I hope is the maturity of my Middle Years, I see little cause for optimism.  Electoral politics surely won’t change things.  And revolution is practically suicidal, given the surveillance powers and the militarized police that the State can wield. 
So what is left?  I believe that the only possible solution is COLLAPSE.  The whole putrid, artificial and violent edifice must fall.  Don’t try to reform it!  Don’t try to overthrow it!  Abandon it!  Escape!  Flee!   Go somewhere and find a mode of living that provides you as much separation as possible from the tentacles of a soul-less, joy devouring civilization.
And as it slouches towards self-immolation, prepare yourself to survive the collapse.  It could source from any or all of what I call the Big Bad “E”s – Energy, Economics or Ecology.  It will be massive and destructive.  And if you do “make it through to the other side” as a singer/poet once said, I hope you help sculpt a neo-tribal future that is sustainable, just, caring, joyous and authentic. 
By the way, that is a future that I live in the present.  You can do so as well!  If I help inspire you in that direction, then that can be my birthday present to you.   
Happy birthday  - my unknown friends!         
PS   You can find more of Ray Jason's thoughts at his blog listed to your left. 

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Poodwaddle World Clock *!clock/c1zpx

A most amazing collection of up-to-date information of the whole world.   Statistics for the year, month, week, day and now.  Check it out.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

On Meetings *

Maybe Meetings Should Cease?

Makes Good Sense to Me! *

The Spooky Men's Chorale presents
their simple but elegant solution to
Australia's political difficulties.

Their advice is probably the best for
any democracy: One term and you're

The Chorale's highly-skilled musicianship
is very evident in the wind-up.

"Oh, Lord, it causes me to wonder what
disease possesses us to vote the
bastards in?

"Down on our knees, we nicely pray, take 

the lying scumbags away, scumbags

Vote The Bastards Out

Copy and Paste the above or see on YouTube

Saturday, October 18, 2014

We are only Iotas - Itty Bitty Iotas *

 "Oh, Such Problems...


How It Really Is"

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Have a Laugh - Dogs and Cats *

                                    "DOG DIARY"
7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:20 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

"Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. B*st*rds!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded."
- Author Unknown

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Paulo Coelho, “Closing Cycles” *

“Closing Cycles”
by Paulo Coelho

“One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.”
A version of this article circulates in internet having me as its author. In fact, I did not write it, but I made a few corrections and decided to republish it here. - Paulo Coelho

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Nature of Bitterness ***

 Often I come across some writing that strikes a chord and will save it in a folder for further reading and study.  Here is one of such.  Who wrote it I do not know but is a good teaching lesson for me and possibly you also.

"Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing. It is natural to feel resentment or anger when life does not unfold as expected. We consciously or unconsciously anticipated one experience, and we grieve for the loss of it when the universe puts something else in our path. Most of the time, we work through these feelings and they pass. Occasionally, our anger and resentment do not fade and are instead transformed into bitterness. Bitter feelings allow us to become perfect victims in that we no longer feel obliged to work toward healing and choose instead to identify with our pain. Yet as unwholesome as bitterness can be, it is also a natural element of our emotional palette. When we acknowledge that it is okay to feel bitter, we reconnect with our hurt in a constructive way and can begin the process of working through it.

The nature of bitterness is rooted in the fact that the pain we feel provides us with a rationale. We may feel that we deserve to embrace our bitterness to its full extent. And to be bitter is, in essence, to cut ourselves off from all that is positive, hardening our hearts and vowing never to let go of our hurt. But just as bitter feelings can be self-defeating, so too can the release of bitterness be life-affirming in a way that few other emotional experiences are. When we decide that we no longer want to be bitter, we are reborn into a world filled with delight and fulfillment unlike any we knew while in the clutches of bitterness. The veil it cast over our lives is lifted, letting light and warmth touch our souls.

Divesting yourself of bitter feelings can be as simple as truly forgiving and moving on. Even when your bitterness has no concrete object, you can forgive situations too. Healing pain can be challenging but may be easier if you remind yourself that you are the only entity truly affected by your emotional state. In time, you will discover that letting go of your bitterness frees you to initiate the healing process and allows you to once again celebrate the possibility of the more wonderful life you deserve."

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Dahlia Wasfi *

 Anyone Who Supports War Needs To Listen To This -  Dahlia Wasfi

Friday, August 8, 2014

Thoughts from a Few ***

My belief was that if you gave all of yourself, to what you believed was right, then that would be enough. 
          _Jane Hawking

It is a lovely thing, finding yourself through the touch of someone else.

“We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.” 
          —Mother Teresa

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Mahatma Gandhi***

A 'No' uttered from deepest conviction is better and greater than a'Yes' merely uttered to please, or what is worse, to avoid trouble.

Everything Happens For a Reason ***

Everything Happens For a Reason.  Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there.
They serve some sort of purpose or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.
You never know who these people may be, your roommate, your neighbor, professor, long lost friend, lover or even a complete stranger who, when you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.
And sometimes things happen to you and at the time seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize without overcoming these obstacles, you would never have realized your potential,  strength, your will power of heart.
Everything happens for a reason.  Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck.  Illness, injury, love, lost moments or true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of the soul.
Without these small tests, if they be events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a smooth paved road to nowhere, safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.
The people you meet who affect your life and successes and downfalls you experience, they are the ones who create who you are.  Even the bad experience can be learned from...those lessons are the hardest and probably the most important ones.
If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart,  forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.
If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would never have seen or felt without them.
Make every day count.  Make every moment count and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again.
 Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen; let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high.
 You can make of your life anything you wish.  Create your own life, then go out and live it.
I wish you all the best in your endeavors as well as struggles in life.  Have a fighting spirit and never hesitate to get back into the struggle.
Author unknown

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Right Click It *


My blog, this one, was deleted yesterday.  What a shock that was.  I was only working with my settings, changing a bit here, a tad there.  I got on Hermit's blog where mine is listed in his favorites list.  Clicked on it.  Again the same message "this blog has been deleted".  Cuss it!  I went back to Hermit's, did a right click.  Up my blog came but could do nothing with it except stare at the opening page.

Now, here I am tapping on the keyboard.  I expect the worst as usual seeing:  "This blog has been deleted".

I have no more clues how to fix matters as nothing has worked so far except the right click this time and my surprise at success.  We shall see.  "What will be, will be"  as Doris Day sang "Que Sera, Sera."  You probably never heard of Doris.  She was long before your time - most likely.  A beautiful clear voice that I loved to listen to.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

"But Then It Was Too Late" *

"But Then It Was Too Late"
An Excerpt from "They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-1945"
by Milton Mayer

“What no one seemed to notice,” said a colleague of mine, a philologist, “was the ever widening gap, after 1933, between the government and the people. Just think how very wide this gap was to begin with, here in Germany. And it became always wider. You know, it doesn’t make people close to their government to be told that this is a people’s government, a true democracy, or to be enrolled in civilian defense, or even to vote. All this has little, really nothing, to do with knowing one is governing.

What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if the people could not understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Hitler, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.

This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes. And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter.

You will understand me when I say that my Middle High German was my life. It was all I cared about. I was a scholar, a specialist. Then, suddenly, I was plunged into all the new activity, as the university was drawn into the new situation; meetings, conferences, interviews, ceremonies, and, above all, papers to be filled out, reports, bibliographies, lists, questionnaires. And on top of that were the demands in the community, the things in which one had to, was ‘expected to’ participate that had not been there or had not been important before. It was all rigmarole, of course, but it consumed all one’s energies, coming on top of the work one really wanted to do. You can see how easy it was, then, not to think about fundamental things. One had no time.”

“Those,” I said, “are the words of my friend the baker. ‘One had no time to think. There was so much going on.’”

“Your friend the baker was right,” said my colleague. “The dictatorship, and the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your ‘little men,’ your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you. Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had. There was no need to. Nazism gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about—we were decent people—and kept us so busy with continuous changes and ‘crises’ and so fascinated, yes, fascinated, by the machinations of the ‘national enemies,’ without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. Unconsciously, I suppose, we were grateful. Who wants to think?"
Right... who wants to think?

Twain Observation *

We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don't know anything and can't read.

Mark Twain

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Yes, they are really true *

Yes, they are really true.  Wading through piles of saved papers today (I'm such a slob), hoping to make a dent in all the mess, I came across one sheet that has been surviving in my clutter for thirteen long years.  Today I'll toss it in the trash.  This particular paper sure shows its age and abuse - brown, wrinkled, crinkled and tattered.  Yet before the toss, I will share it all with you.

Ha,Ha, (grin) Ha.  I'm not the only one who fails to edit.  So, here we go.  Enjoy your laughter.

                                                          REAL ADS

1.  Illiterate?  Write today for free help.
2.  Auto Repair service.  Free pick-up and delivery.  Try us once, you'll never go                anywhere again.

3.  Our experienced Mom will care for your child.  Fenced yard, meals and smacks included.

4.  Dog for sale; eats anything and is fond of children.
5.  Man wanted to work in dynamite factory.  Must be willing to travel.
6.  Stock up and Save.  Limit: one
7.  Semi-Annual After-Christmas sale.
8.  3-year old teacher needed for preschool.  Experience preferred.
9.  Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for efficient beating.
10.  Dinner special - Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00
11.  For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.
12.  Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to take home.
13.  We do not tear your clothing with machinery.  We do it carefully by hand.
14.   Great Dames for sale.
15.   Have several very old dresses from my grandmother in beautiful condition.
16.   Tired of cleaning yourself?  Let me do it.
17.   Vacation special: Have your home terminated.
18.   Get rid of your aunts.  Zap does the job in 24 hours.
19.   Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates.  Automatically burns toast.   (turns?)

20.  For Rent: 6-room hated apartment.   (heated?)
21.  Man. Honest. Will take anything.
22.  Used cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated?  Come here first.
23.  Christmas tag sale.  Handmade gifts for the hard to find person.
24.  Wanted: Hair Cutter.  Excellent growth potential.
25.  Wanted: Man to take care of a cow that does not smoke or drink.
26.  And now, the Superstore -- unequaled in size, unmatched in variety, unrivaled inconvenience.
27.  We will oil your sewing machine and adjust the tension in your home for $10.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

“Facebook’s Emotional Contagion” *

“Facebook’s Emotional Contagion”
by Pivotfarm

“For a while now it has been well proven beyond a shadow of a doubt by scientific research (Cornell and California Universities) that there is a phenomenon called ‘emotional contagion’, meaning that it is possible to induce a state of either happiness or sadness in someone, by inducing that feeling and emotion without their knowledge or awareness.
Up until now the experiments have only been carried out in laboratories. But, now that Facebook has come clean and admitted that users of the social network were induced into feeling either positive or negative emotions in a study that they carried out on a handful of them, we have the proof that it is possible to do so on a massive scale.
Is this the future? Inducing happy and sad emotions? Will we be starting wars half-way around the world by subliminal-like induced emotions of aggression? Or will we be inducing euphoric happiness as we wish in the world of business to create a buzz and get the consumers buying once again? Even worse, could it be political exploited?
Facebook already had every bit of information that it wanted to have about us as do other social-networking sites. They knew where I went to school, who my brother is and whether I’m married or single and if I like the Red Sox’s or I root for the Democrats. But, it can do a whole lot more than that. It wasn’t enough to just see me happy and sad…they wanted to see if they could make me feel one emotion or another by influencing me. Plus, it didn’t actually take a whole lot of work to be able to do it.
Now, it has published the results of the test carried out on 689,003 Facebook users and how it influenced their home pages and what they wrote on their walls. Newsfeeds were secretly filtered according to the flow of comments, video and photo posting and web links. One part of the test exposed users to ‘positively-charged emotions’ while the other cohort ended up with ‘negative emotional content’. 
The results proved: “Emotions expressed by friends, via online social networks, influence our own moods, constituting, to our knowledge, the first experimental evidence for massive-scale emotional contagion via social networks”.
Facebook had the findings published in the "Proceedings of the National Academy of Science" in the USA this month and a Facebook spokesperson state that the reason behind carrying out such a test was the following: “to improve our services and to make the content people see on Facebook as relevant and engaging as possible”. To improve their services? Surely it has greater power than that? Surely it could be used to influence you in a political decision? Surely it could influence you into thinking that this product is great or that product is bad?
689,003 people participated in the study (unknown to them, of course).
That means about 0.04% of all users in the world. 
1 in 2,500 people.
It took place over a period of a week in 2012. 
Emotions were reinforced by what they read and saw.
Emotional content was filtered and the reactions of the users were monitored by researchers.
What’s worrying about the study that Facebook carried out is not so much that it was done covertly and that the people were the rats in the cages at their merciless analysis, but the fact that our emotions can be influenced by what we see , hear and read around us. It’s the fact that our state of mind can be induced and manipulated by exactly what someone decides to show us. That is the scary thing since we are no longer in control of not only what we get shown and what we look at, but now it’s the loss of emotional control that has set in thanks to damn social networking. Just how intrusive is that?
Facebook has once again over-stepped the mark of ethical behavior. It has gone over the red line of what is legal and what is not. Any human being involved in a test must by legal rights know that they test is being carried out in order to participate it in freely. Where did the notion of ‘informed consent’ in the law vanish to? What happened to the forms that should have been filled in providing consent?
We’re not guinea pigs Facebook! It’s high time that all of this were stopped! Who wants to start?”

Thursday, June 26, 2014

"The Cost Of Knowing It..." *

On  coyoteprime's  blog, Running 'Cause I Can't Fly , over to your left in Favorites List is a post titled "The Cost Of Knowing It..." , lines from Shantaram by author Gregory D. Roberts. 

I have the book in hand, having just finished reading it.  There has never been a better novel (it is based on his diary entries over many years)  that I've read in 65 years of daily reading.  I feel it will become a classic in its time and firmly hope an authentic movie will soon follow.  Never has such a story affected my soul.  This is Roberts first book.  He is an amazing writer.  I highly recommend his book if you want an highly enjoyable experience.  The main action takes place in Bombay.  I learned so much about this society.  That is the only clue I'll give you. I will not spoil it by telling you more. Here is the section posted by coyoteprime:

   "The Cost Of Knowing It..." 

"There's a truth deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. And the only way to know that truth is to share it, from heart to heart, just as Prabhakar told it to me, just as I'm telling it to you now."

“The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is  wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. Sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.”

"It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive."

“My heart broke on its shame and sorrow. I suddenly knew how much crying there was in me, and how little love. I knew, at last, how lonely I was. But I couldn’t respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no color or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can’t be stilled.

I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.”

“Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all we have- to hold on tight until dawn.”
- Gregory David Roberts, "Shantaram"
There are several videos on all about Gregory Roberts.  Check them out!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Stunned - Worse Than Imagined! *

Below is the headline of coyote prime's post at .
 Go there for the full article and rad charts.

I am stunned.  Shouldn't everyone know about this?
Yet what can we do? 

 I have said it before and will say it again. CP never puts out a post unless it will teach us something for our own benefit.  
Thank You, CoyotePrime


Saturday, May 24, 2014

“Fukushima Equals 6,000 Hiroshima Bombs Today, More Tomorrow; There is No Place On Earth to Escape the Rad” 




Friday, May 9, 2014

Hello. It's Albert Again *

"Skeptics and Naysayers dismiss what they have not risen to the level to see. Armchair investigators cast opinions from afar, condemnation without investigation is the height of ignorance."
Albert Einstein

At one time or another, we all are cloaked in ignorance.  As time passes, the cloak is gradually removed in tatters and the light of truth shines.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Einstein - One Smart Fellow *

Found over at coyoteprime's  blog: http://runningcauseIcan'tfly  for he is a smart and sharp fellow too.  Always posting stuff to make us open our eyes.  His blog is NEVER about himself; only for OUR learning and benefit.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Winter Olympics - Magnificent Closing Pictures *

Regrettably, I was unable to watch any part of the Winter Olympics, although this series of pictures fixed the regret.  154 pictures here:

Magnificent.  No other word to describe them. They brought my tears of emotion.

Oh Look, A brand- spankin' new baby! *

 Makes me wanna dance seeing this baby bird.  An eagle baby, no less.
Go here to the live cam.

You won't regret it.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Do We Understand 'Plain English' *

I came across this again after receiving in email a few days ago.  Decided it ought to be heard by others, like you.  If you disagree with my judgment, in my decision or the young fellow's statements, all you have to do is hit Stop.  About 30 minutes of listening and well worth the time.

Health Insurance Reality Today *

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That's all I can utter. 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Sharing a Laugh *

Women and cats will do as they please; men and dogs should relax and get used to it

Robert A. Heinlein

Monday, January 20, 2014

Ideals to Absorb, Actions to Emulate, Worldwide Horrors

Robert F. Kennedy, "On Courage.

To your left is Coyote Prime, posting on his website  http://www.running'causeIcan'tfly'.com  a most beautiful speech given by Robert Kennedy to the youth of South Africa, which made a deep impression on me.  It may do the same for you. Scroll down his list of recent posts.  He stays very busy informing us on matters that matter.  Nothing shy or silent about CP.

Even more impressive is the short video that possibly you have never seen; a brave young man stands up against the war machines (I viewed 17 tanks in a line) entering Tiananmen Square in June of 1989 -   Not that his action stopped the carnage/massacre that occurred; yet the man's move goes to show that we each have an opportunity to face oppression and wrongdoings if but we decide to do so and show the courage not to remain silent.  Silence in the face of a wrong is only another word for 'Agreement' or 'Cowardice'.  I can only imagine whether he died in his bravery to stand in front of the tank. Probably so.

Coyote Prime is a   Choctaw native American.  I'm certain he is aware of the injustices done to the native Americans far more than we, the intruders, ever will be.  His posts are published, hopefully to WAKE US UP!  Sadly, I feel the "many" are lingering in ignorance and apathy and with the attitude of  'Let George do it' - like 85% "many".

This past week I stopped at the local library to return books and decided to check out some videos.
I know zilch about movies, so being in a hurry, I pulled the 4 allowed each patron off the shelf at random.  One called "American Outrage" is a documentary of the Shoshone tribe in Nevada and Montana and features the Dann sisters, (do Google search) Mary and Carrie, who are/were ranchers and activists fighting against the great wrongs done against their tribe by the Powers-That-Be and in essence, each one of us because of our ignorance and apathy and cowardliness to speak out against the horrors perpetrated against all native American tribes and the many others unable to stand up against the Monster-Machines in power. The video is about an hour long, made by the husband/wife team named Gage.  My skin crawled, I chilled, I sobbed, my heart shattered once again. 

The invasive monstrosities are going on all over the world, yet we sit back in our comfort and remain mute! Play with our toys! and our mutters of  "What a shame". 

The documentary told of Mary Dann's death and most likely Carrie has passed on also by now.  Hopefully others,  just as strong minded, have taken up the crusade.  Our government offered these tribal landowners a measly approximately $26,000,000 for 24,000,000 acres many years ago.  The natives rejected the offer.  What has transpired since - I'm unaware.  I must begin to study about this outrage against humanity.  I too am shamefully guilty of silence, ignorance and apathy, although deep in my soul, there has always been a torn and ripped wound, clawing to scream out against all injustices.

There are many videos on regarding the horrors being done under the 'guise of legality'.  The evidence is plentiful and easy to be accessed.  When will we wake up?  When will we take a stand and say "No more!".

Also this week I read a report of Obama signing papers authorizing that homeowners in northwest Montana will be removed! Many thousands! All of them!  Our media doesn't report this.  Why? Well, it might raise the ire of righteous defenders.  It seems companies such as Monsanto with their GMO crops are fully taking over! Oil extraction, gold reclamation, water contamination, destroying the wild animals - What next?  Is there anything else left to destroy; all for the sake of the all mighty $$$$, under the Guise of Legality?

"Because a law is made doesn't necessarily mean it is right and moral".

" The Laws of the land are made by lawyers.  I trust no lawyer!