Thursday, December 31, 2015

A Curious New Year

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May your New Year be met with 'six honest serving-men', "What and Why and When And How and Where and Who", and every second of the New Year that you 'open your eyes, may 'One million Hows, two million Wheres, and seven million Whys' guide you to go 'further' in life than you ever anticipated; discovering things about yourself, life, and your fellow human beings that you never knew. Perhaps by 'going further' you will be the ones to discover a cure for diseases or World Peace... ~ndpthepoetress

The Explorer

1898

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922

"THERE'S no sense in going further - it's the edge of cultivation,"
So they said, and I believed it - broke my land and sowed my crop -
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop:

Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated - so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges -
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!"

So I went, worn out of patience; never told my nearest neighbours -
Stole away with pack and ponies - left 'em drinking in the town;
And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem to help my labours
As I faced the sheer main-ranges, whipping up and leading down.

March by march I puzzled through 'em, turning flanks and dodging shoulders,
Hurried on in hope of water, headed back for lack of grass;
Till I camped above the tree-line - drifted snow and naked boulders -
Felt free air astir to windward - knew I'd stumbled on the Pass.

'Thought to name it for the finder: but that night the Norther found me -
Froze and killed the plains-bred ponies; so I called the camp Despair
(It's the Railway Gap to-day, though). Then my Whisper waked to hound me: -
"Something lost behind the Ranges. Over yonder! Go you there!"

Then I knew, the while I doubted - knew His Hand was certain o'er me.
Still - it might be self-delusion - scores of better men had died -
I could reach the township living, but ... He knows what terror tore me...
But I didn't... but I didn't. I went down the other side.

Till the snow ran out in flowers, and the flowers turned to aloes,
And the aloes sprung to thickets and a brimming stream ran by;
But the thickets dwined to thorn-scrub, and the water drained to shallows,
And I dropped again on desert - blasted earth, and blasting sky....

I remember lighting fires; I remember sitting by 'em;
I remember seeing faces, hearing voices, through the smoke;
I remember they were fancy - for I threw a stone to try 'em.
"Something lost behind the Ranges" was the only word they spoke.

I remember going crazy. I remember that I knew it
When I heard myself hallooing to the funny folk I saw.
'Very full of dreams that desert, but my two legs took me through it...
And I used to watch 'em moving with the toes all black and raw.

But at last the country altered - White Man's country past disputing -
Rolling grass and open timber, with a hint of hills behind -
There I found me food and water, and I lay a week recruiting.
Got my strength and lost my nightmares. Then I entered on my find.

Thence I ran my first rough survey - chose my trees and blazed and ringed 'em -
Week by week I pried and sampled - week by week my findings grew.
Saul he went to look for donkeys, and by God he found a kingdom !
But by God, who sent His Whisper, I had struck the worth of two !

Up along the hostile mountains, where the hair-poised snowslide shivers -
Down and through the big fat marshes that the virgin ore-bed stains,
Till I heard the mile-wide mutterings of unimagined rivers,
And beyond the nameless timber saw illimitable plains !

'Plotted sites of future cities, traced the easy grades between 'em;
Watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty thousand head an hour;
Counted leagues of water-frontage through the axe-ripe woods that screen 'em -
Saw the plant to feed a people - up and waiting for the power!

Well, I know who'll take the credit - all the clever chaps that followed -
Came, a dozen men together - never knew my desert-fears;
Tracked me by the camps I'd quitted, used the water-holes I hollowed.
They'll go back and do the talking. They'll be called the Pioneers !

They will find my sites of townships - not the cities that I set there.
They will rediscover rivers - not my rivers heard at night.
By my own old marks and bearings they will show me how to get there,
By the lonely cairns I builded they will guide my feet aright.

Have I named one single river? Have I claimed one single acre ?
Have I kept one single nugget - (barring samples)? No, not I !
Because my price was paid me ten times over by my Maker.
But you wouldn't understand it. You go up and occupy.

Ores you'll find there; wood and cattle; water-transit sure and steady
(That should keep the railway rates down), coal and iron at your doors.
God took care to hide that country till He judged His people ready,
Then He chose me for His Whisper, and I've found it, and it's yours !

Yes, your "Never-never country" - yes, your "edge of cultivation"
And "no sense in going further" - till I crossed the range to see.
God forgive me! No, I didn't. It's God's present to our nation.
Anybody might have found it, but - His Whisper came to Me!

Source: THE KIPLING SOCIETY

Friday, December 25, 2015

I Believe, Do U!?

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I believe above is reserved for the Sun, Clouds, and doves

Moon and Stars, planets like Mars
And if I could stretch beyond the blue, perhaps touch Gods’ hand too.

I believe below whence water flows with youthful woes

Of innocence gone as age has marched on

There transcends our Once Upon a Time Childhood Friends

Maybe where Sindbad the Sailor crossed or perhaps where City of Atlantis is lost

There Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman are standing on wharfs

As The Gingerbread Man, Hansel and Gretel run to greet us as fast as they can

We see Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty each with their own fella

The Old Woman Who lived in a Shoe, Puss in Boots, The Elves and the Shoemaker have good news

The Billy Goats Gruff, the Three Pigs, Three Blind Mice, along with Goldilocks and the Three Bears want to prove they weren’t a bluff

The Ugly Duckling is inside Atlantis with The Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast - all chuckling

And the sweet Tooth Fairy still leaves coins as a treat.

United at last is The cow who jumped over the moon, The cat and the fiddle, and The dish who ran away with the spoon

Hickory dickory dock, that dang mouse won’t stop fiddling with the clocks

Jack be nimble Jack be quick and Little Jack Horner continue to do their tricks

While The Little Men dance with Little Red Riding Hood, swim with The Little Mermaid, and court The Little Women

The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs and Humpty Dumpty play pegs

Dumbo and Pinocchio speak their own mumbo jumbo

The Princess and the Pea, Johnny Appleseed, and Jack with his Beanstalk are a glee

Things are a spinning as Rapunzel and Rumpelstiltskin are a grinning

Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Tom Thumb, Thumbelina want us to join them soon as we can

Along with Alice, to sip tea with the Easter Bunny in the Atlantis Palace.

Of all this I do not doubt, so let me just point out
I believe in Santa Claus too, do you?

© - Jeane Michelle Culp (#r3779xy1988CC€)

Thursday, December 24, 2015

A Christmas Hymn

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A Christmas Hymn

Alfred Domett (1811 - 1887)

IT was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might,
And now was Queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars;
Peace brooded o’er the hush’d domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturb’d their ancient reign,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago.

’T was in the calm and silent night!
The senator of haughty Rome
Impatient urged his chariot’s flight,
From lordly revel rolling home.
Triumphal arches gleaming swell
His breast with thoughts of boundless sway;
What reck’d the Roman what befell
A paltry province far away,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago!

Within that province far away
Went plodding home a weary boor:
A streak of light before him lay,
Fall’n through a half-shut stable door
Across his path. He pass’d—for nought
Told what was going on within;
How keen the stars! his only thought;
The air how calm and cold and thin,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago!

O strange indifference!—low and high
Drows’d over common joys and cares:
The earth was still—but knew not why;
The world was listening—unawares.
How calm a moment may precede
One that shall thrill the world for ever!
To that still moment none would heed,
Man’s doom was link’d, no more to sever,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago.

It is the calm and solemn night!
A thousand bells ring out, and throw
Their joyous peals abroad, and smite
The darkness, charm’d and holy now.
The night that erst no name had worn,
To it a happy name is given;
For in that stable lay new-born
The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Once Upon a Squirrelly Night

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Once Upon a Squirrelly Night
 by Jean M. Culp ndpthepoetress

Up on a tree top,
Hop, hop, hop,
I saw Santa go flop, flop, flop.

Onto a limb he did bend,
Along came the snow & the wind began to blow,
Up in the tree top,
Hop, hop, hop,
I saw Santa drop, drop, drop.

He fell to the ground & looked all around,
And shouted to all & to all he said:
I think I hit my head!

Up in a tree top,
Hop, hop, hop,
I saw Santa go chop, chop, chop,
As he shouted with glee,
This will make a pretty Christmas Tree!

Up in the tree top,
Hop, hippity hop,
I saw Santa wiggle his red nose,
And atop the tree a star began to glow,
Santa was so happy he did such a jig that shook the twigs,
When up in the tree top,
Plop, plop, plop,
Down fell I onto this jolly guy, oh you should see those sparkles in his eyes.

As he laughed so loud it broke the clouds,
When down flew his reindeer and all his gear,
Then off to the North Pole he did fly,
And I swear this story is not a lie,
For he gave me these here nuts & some Band-Aids for my cuts!

Yes, once upon a tree top – hop, hop, hop,
I saw Santa go flop, flop, flop.

© - Jeane Michelle Culp (#Z987C46Y)

Monday, December 21, 2015

Leave Me Sleeping by Bennie Parker

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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

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According to Wikipedia, "Count Your Blessings" is a popular song written by Irving Berlin for the movie White Christmas. The best known recordings were made by Rosemary Clooney, Bing Crosby and Eddie Fisher.

However; the Filipino singer-songwriter Jose Mari Chan sings an additional verse to this popular song while maintaining a modern yet familiar tune.



Count Your Blessings (Instead Of Sheep) Irving Berlin

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds

If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings

And (you’ll) I’ll fall asleep counting my blessings

Additional lyrics:

I thank the Lord for good health
For the gift of love He sends
But most of all He’s blessed me
With my family and friends

When you feel that you’re down and out
Just count your blessings, I have no doubt
You’ll soon be on your feet, counting your blessings


Originally Posted November 2007

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Dona Nobis Pacem

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"We do not need magic to transform our world.
We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already."
-J.K. Rowling

Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant us Peace)

extravaganza hashtag ‪#blog4peace‬ ‪#blogblast4peace‬ is a November 4th annual event by Mimi Lenox at MIMI WRITES:

Please join us! Blog4Peace November 4 and everyday on our Facebook page. Our Peace Store How To Blog4Peace ™: 1. Make a peace globe. Choose any graphic on this page. Save. Sign. Decorate 2. Send the finished peace globe to Mimi Lenox or TAG Mimi Lenox on Facebook 3. Post it anywhere online November 4. Title your post or status Dona Nobis Pacem (Latin for Grant us Peace) hashtag #blog4peace #blogblast4peace

Go ahead and join the Peace extravaganza, make or grab a Peace‬ globe ‪here! And remember, it's never to late to BlogBlast4Peace, today and every day!

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Blogblast4peace

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If words are powerful....then this matters

Please join us! Make or grab a #Peace globe at: Peace Globes

Blog4Peace November 4 and everyday on our Facebook page

How To Blog4Peace ™ 1. Make a peace globe. Choose any graphic on this page. Save. Sign. Decorate 2. Send the finished peace globe to blog4peace@yahoo.com or TAG Mimi Lenox on Facebook 3. Post it anywhere online November 4. Title your post or status Dona Nobis Pacem (Latin for Grant us Peace) hashtag #blog4peace #blogblast4peace


*This is an annual event by Mimi Lenox at MIMI WRITES



Thursday, October 29, 2015

Blood Curdling Recipe

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The Witches from Macbeth by William Shakespeare; Read by Classic Poetry Aloud


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Act 1, Scene 1

SCENE I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch
Where the place?

Second Witch
Upon the heath.

Third Witch
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch
I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch
Paddock calls.

Third Witch
Anon.

ALL
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.


Act IV, Scene 1
(other versions Act 3 Scene 5)
SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch
Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


originally posted Oct. 31, 2007

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Sunday, October 18, 2015

Anti-Bullying #‎URASUPERSTAR Video

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First official anti-bullying music video by Rechoired! This anti-bullying video is part of an anti-bullying campaign known as The Young Superstar Project.


Young Superstar - Single by ReChoired with the Parker Brothers Bennie Parker and Dirk Parker, is Available on iTunes

("Young Superstar" is a new original song written by Bennie Parker.)

Please support this cause & help raise awareness of the realities of bullying & the importance of self-worth by SHARING this video! Thanks!

‪#‎URASUPERSTAR‬


With an approximate Film budget of $1000 for Rechoired's Anti-Bullying Music Video, Young Superstar; Rechoired - A Capella also performs all across the country uplifting all who listen, especially the youth. Please continue to help them soar by donating here at GoFundMe!



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Friday, October 16, 2015

Shhhh! There's a Kind of Hush Coming all over the World

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"24 hours social media event, the WORLD ANTI TROLL DAY (#WATD), on October 17, 2015. A day when social media influencers, celebrities, TV & media personalities, brands, magazines and journalists come together to demonstrate the power of the community. I invite you to take a stand with me and my bodypositive community, the #BoPoTribe and let’s make social media history! Let’s create a day without the hatred of trolls. A day when social media streams will be overloaded with content to silence the trolls; a day to raise awareness for the power and consequences of comments; a day to stand united against #cyberbullying and make it the day to remember as we silence the hate!"

Click to learn How you can participate on October 17th

Monday, September 07, 2015

Labor Day

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Foremost to our Military, all those deployed... Thank You. To all in the work force, those actually in labor :), to the many unemployed waiting to labor; during this holiday of sales – picnics - BBQs - and gathering abouts:

Let's remember all those throughout history who have made this Holiday possible!



Dropkick Murphys Workers Song Lyrics


Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day

By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

CHORUS:

We're the first ones to starve (start with) the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when (they gravyish it out) the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?

CHORUS (x3)

All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Love Thyself

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Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Brain Pickings, Jon Kabat-Zinn reads Walcott’s masterpiece.

Friday, June 19, 2015

#‎PrayForCharleston‬ Honoring the 9 People Who Lost Their Lives

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United worldwide, we extend our heartfelt sincere thoughts and prayers to the families and friends whose loved ones lost their lives.



9 Human Beings who became victims of a Charleston Shooting at the Emanuel AME Church (Mother Emanuel)

"9 beautiful people gone.
Family members of the HUMAN race.
Children of God.
Made in his Image" -Derek Minor

Cynthia Hurd, 54 years old
Susie Jackson, 87 years old
Ethel Lance, 70 years old
Rev. DePayne Middleton-Doctor, 49 years old
The Honorable Rev. Clementa Pinckney, 41 years old
Tywanza Sanders, 26 years old
Rev. Daniel Simmons, 74 years old, died at MUSC
Rev. Sharonda Singleton, 45 years old
Myra Thompson, 59 years old


#‎PrayForCharleston
Prayer Page for Charleston, SC, Friends and Families of the Victims

Donations for Mother Emanuel Church:
(Help support victims' families, local initiatives)

Charleston's Mayor Joseph P. Riley, Jr. has set up the "Mother Emanuel Hope" fund. The fund will help family members pay for funerals, counseling and other financial needs. Donations can be online, by texting 'prayforcharleston' to 843-606-5995 additionally you can walk into any of Wells Fargo's 6,200 banking locations now you can also make a check out to "Mother Emanuel Hope Fund" and send it to the address below:

Mother Emanuel Hope Fund

C/O City of Charleston

P.O. Box 304 Charleston, SC 29402

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Original Pain

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A great original from Finding Bigfoot. Have a rocking weekend!

Posted by Indi on Friday, May 29, 2015
Indi


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Monday, June 01, 2015

Cubical Human Rat Race

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Normal Is by Ellen Goodman
I remember many years ago when a Friend of mine’s Nephew died unexpectedly. Shortly afterwards, we had to sort and move his belongings to appease the Landlord for the next possible tenant. I also recall a Co-Worker stating she had to sort through her Brother’s personal items after he passed away recently. Wondering how and why he accumulated so much over the years, she immediately wanted to organize her own possessions. Venturing into the attic, etc. so Family Members wouldn’t have to; should anything happen to her. As for myself, I was no stranger to the accumulation monster. I knew the hideous creature well. An ogre, ‘once upon a time’; disguised merely as one seemingly innocent storage box. Soon an array of these homely cartons are tucked here, there, and everywhere. They are the swine hoarders of things placed out of sight and out of mind. Nonetheless; I had to face this demon when a 10 year relationship end some years ago. Following the once ignored property being divvied up, there still remained an amass of stuff. Apparently, the demon stuffer refused to die without a fight. However; exhausted, I just crammed the lid down on a few containers and duct-taped the other tops that wouldn’t cooperate. Then I spent the next year thinking more about those darn boxes than about my ended relationship. Realizing us human beings spend our life in some type of box as well. Embryos packaged inside a womb, cut umbilical cord individuals occupying four-sided residences; attendance at schools, churches, most places of employment… - all cubically constructed, and in the wrapping up - encased in a coffin or urn. Perhaps the monster was not the boxes after all, rather whom I had to concur was the pack rat dwelling inside myself. And so the orderliness commenced. Only this time I had to dig down into the cubical roots of my being. There, each item was liken a picture inside a huge photo album, imprinted in my mind with some negative and positive memories. The finale collage however; wasn’t so much the dispersed trash, rather the release of emotional baggage that had secretly been weighing me down for years; boxing me in. And so for all of you with boxes tucked here, there, and everywhere – may you find the inward strength to one day rise up in protest of such a baited rat trap! For once you do - as Bernard De Voto is accredited for saying, “The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted … your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.”
Boomtown Rats - Rat Trap
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young, bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light
And said "tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight"

Billy don't like it living here in this town
He says traps have been sprung long before he was born
He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored
You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
It's a rat trap, and you've been caught

In this town Billy says "everybody's trying to tell you what to do"
In this town Billy says "everybody says you gotta follow rules"
You walk up to the traffic lights
You switch from your left to your right
You push in that button, and that button comes alight
And it's
"Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk"
Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Hey, Billy take a walk with me

Well, little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops"
But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop
She takes off her coat and walks down to the street
It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat
Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p
Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be
"I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory
Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money"
Now, now, now, na na

Her mind's made up, she walks down the road
Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold
She finally finds Billy down at the Italian cafe
When he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says
But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars
"It's a rat trap, Judy, and we've been caught..."

Rat trap
You've been caught in a rat trap

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Saturday, May 23, 2015

True Heroes

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True Heroes, From Bennie Parker of the Parker Brothers Music: THANK YOU to those who have served and who serve The United States of America!!! This is a song written by Bennie Parker to pay tribute to those who have given their lives and to those who continue to fight and protect our country - "True Heroes"

Bennie Parker of The Parker Brothers Music

True Heroes - Tribute to those who serve our Country

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Adia

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Quantum Physics teaches that nothing is fixed, that there are no limitations, that everything is vibrating energy. Therefore; thoughts are energized. Thus, we are constantly exchanging energy with other people in the world. However; we are unaware of this, much as we do not know what is playing on the radio or television unless we turn the power supply on. Except our power supply to thoughts are constantly on. Nevertheless; just like we can not know what is playing on ever radio station at the same exact moment, nor can we know which thoughts or whom the receiver is of those thoughts and vis versa. Thankfully there are Eureka moments in everyone’s life! A person may have been in a negative relationship. For some, this relationship might have continued for years because the negativity became a habit. Heck, even us Smokers butt another poison to the lips knowing we are adding another nail to our coughin’. At least for some negative relationships, there is a breath of fresh air! Something deep inside yourself has finally awoken. So in your new found wisdom you depart and in departing you break the habit and in breaking the habit you have opened yourself to a world of possibilities. And where there are possibilities there is energy and where there is energy there is thought.

It is at this moment, I am reminded of the story of Adam and Eve. Most reflect on the sin. Me, I see innocence lost and the birth of thought. Much as a child becomes aware of the ‘individual self’ – the flesh… then awareness of those whom coexist with the child. Ultimately; the struggle to form words into sentences to express themselves. Oh, how I truly believe in the lines by Sarah McLachlan, in the song Adia:
’cause we are born innocent, Believe me adia, we are still innocent'

Might then thought merely be but an illusion or disillusion? Nonetheless; thought is energy.

I have recently slithered my way out of habitual gloom to bask in a radiate ambiance of encompassing energy. Yes, even us Writers have our dark sides, it’s called Writer’s Block! It is as if my mind has tuned into a station of inward positive abyss. And I am deeper than I have ever gone before. Take the example of matryoshka Russian doll(my Inner Child is in there some where!), one is nested within the other, and nested and nested … Suddenly the abyss! Energy slowly surges through me like a thousand embracing hugs statically ignited. Instinctively I know, it is the fundamental human connectivity that unites us all. I am emotionally overwhelmed and overjoyed.

Again, rarely do we know whose mind electrically charged ours… And so I am thankful to know whom so positively ignited my mind in the right direction. For to me, the mind is the most beautiful accessory a person has to offer. The mind is liken a flower. If you leave it to wilt it will not develop to its’ full potential. Oh, but nourished, the potentials are unlimited and beyond even our own conscious knowledge. And so perhaps this person whose mind I attuned to is unaware of their full subconscious mental potential. Yet the electrical field surrounding their mind is like a magnet of spiritual wealth. And this my Dear Readers comes from hard inward self work. Progressing through mind, intellect, and ultimately to the very root of ones true being. Then coming up for a breath of fresh air, recharged – reenergized! Allowing positive energy thoughts to flow in and out of the mind.

Some people label this Positive thought energy as The Law of Attraction. Which is defined as: “1According to proponents, this law is always working whether you want it to or indeed whether you believe in it or not. Feelings, emotions, and appropriate thoughts, they say, make the law work faster on your behalf. Thoughts penetrate time and space, acting as "personal magnets" with their own electrical vibration or frequency. These thoughts reach out and grab other similarly charged thoughts, attracting physical reality, which is merely a slower vibrating energy frequency; one's thoughts are faster more subtle vibrations of the same energy frequency. Advocates of the law claim that quantum physics confirms the existence of this law. This claim is based on the consciousness causes collapse interpretation of the phenomenon of wave function collapse. This interpretation does not actually confirm the law of attraction but provides a link between physics and mysticism. It been elaborated to include other phenomena which cannot be proven scientifically but are nonetheless fundamental to the law of attraction.”

January 01, 2006 Oprah Winfrey covered this subject in depth with an Australian woman by the name of Rhonda Byrne. “Rhonda defines The Secret as the law of attraction, which is the principle that "like attracts like." Rhonda calls it "the most powerful law in the universe," and says it is working all the time. "What we do is we attract into our lives the things we want, and that is based on what we're thinking and feeling," Rhonda says. The principle explains that we create our own circumstances by the choices we make in life. And the choices we make are fueled by our thoughts—which means our thoughts are the most powerful things we have here on earth.” Oprah

No matter how one describes thought – rather cogitation, a law of attraction, separating man from beast… - certainly thought is an energy else might Quantum Physics be wrong?

Aristotle: "The energy of the mind is the essence of life"
Jeane Michelle Culp

Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Human Being named Logan

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Guest Article:

Realization of Humanity's Manipulation

Author: The Human Being named Logan

This false system greater Humanity has been enslaved by is crumbling before our very eyes. Systems of control are now ether collapsing all around us or greater Humanity can see them for what they really are, seeing the corruption and deception of nation-states, governments, monetary systems, organized religion and secret societies. Exposing their plans and forcing them to work out in the open for greater humanity to see giving us an opportunity to take back the earth from their corrupted hands. The plotters are doing everything they can to keep greater Humanity from awakening, using mass fear and chaos all over the world while they have their new world order control grid put in place. The plotters are working feverishly to install this new world order system to keep Humanity enslaved, knowing full well the old system is failing, and they fear an even bigger threat to their rein, the Human consciousness evolution .The profound earth changes of this incredible moment in time are causing a considerable sift of earth's electromagnetic energy frequency range causing a great awakening within Human Beings.
This evolution in Human consciousness will end of the world as we know it causing the death of many old ways, and giving birth too many new ways. What worked in the past, will no longer work in this renewal time of earth (Birth of a new world).  The plotters know this and for this reason they throw around the phrase "The New World Order" knowing that if they can install a new false system of realty at the same time of Humanity's great awakening, they can highjack this awakening in the consciousness of greater Humanity, sealing there power in place for thousands of more years.  This is the reason for all the manufactured  terrorism, wealth destruction, and war (divide and conquer) to create so much fear and chaos in order to get greater Humanity to except any solutions that make them feel safe, giving up their freedoms so the plotters can complete the control grid of no escape enslaving Humanity forever.
The plotters are using psychological, educational, technological, informational, and chemical warfare tactics against greater Humanity to induce a trance like state of mind in Human Beings. That effectively paralyzes the mind with confusion and fear shutting off the communication of the spirit with the River of infinite wisdom. Effectively trapping the higher self in the body through the carnal senses and desires, in order to manipulate Human Beings to accept this false reality where a few control and enslave greater Humanity.
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