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Are Blogs Supposed to be Interesting?

I am off for 3 days. I can't sleep the entire 3 days, so, I guess I will get going and do something meaningful. I think I will eat lunch. That sounds like a good idea. I do not need to mow the yard. I do need to wash the truck, but that will be a waste of water in this drought. The dogs are sleeping soundly. I did not sleep so soundly last night. I rather think I did not sleep at all. I may have to take a nap this afternoon.

All that aside, I am going to get up and take a shower. I have been awake  and out of bed since 5AM and I need another cup of coffee. I need to drop something in the mail, so I am going to get cleaned up and go to the post office. Man, this sounds like a boring day.

I was reading a report about a spreading bacterial infection in fish and crustaceans in the Gulf of Mexico. It is probably due to something in the water and on the bottom of the Gulf. Thank goodness it stretches from Louisiana, eastward towards Florida. Some reports are stating that some sick fish are showing up west of the Mississippi delta. That was a bit disturbing to read. The experts say to cook the fish well and you probably will not have to worry about the contamination. That is encouraging to read. I am glad I am a vegetarian.

On another subject, I could not help but notice this morning that the Wrens are nesting in our yard. They were gathering up nesting materials out of my rain gutter. I wish they would build a Wren hotel and clean all that stuff out of the gutters. The Sparrows have been checking out our front porch. They were especially interested in a hanging  basket in the corner. I just have to remember that when I hear a tapping at my window in my office, it probably is a bird checking out the glass.

There are several new movies out this week and an assortment of others showing at various theaters around town. I want to see the documentary at the Arbor Regal Cinema about the caves in France that were painted a few thousand years ago. Cave of Forgotten Dreams is the name of the movie. Also, for a lame brain entertainment venture, there is Hangover II.  I cannot decide which to go see.

Ho Hum.... Angela is off at a workshop and I am here with the two mutts. All they want to do is sleep. The ether they are exuding is overwhelming. I feel like passing out right now and napping right here at this keyboard. Got to go take a cold shower and wake up......

I wish I had something interesting to tell you all. I believe my life has reverted to nothing exciting. I used to move among the movers and shakers of Texas .... in the backgrounds. Those were heady days. I knew people and things. I suspected things that could have put me in a difficult position. Nothing like that these days. All those old skeletons are dead now. They were willing to get out there and take the chances. I was not willing to do that. I preferred to sit back and watch. I was the speck on the wall. And, who knows, what I suspected probably was just fiction anyway.... except, they all are dead now.  I don't even remember the dots to connect any longer. It does not matter anyway. That is old news of a different era.

Well, I am off to the races. See you all on the flippa....

My Generation....

Wow! There is so much going on right now in this world. I am worn out tonight from contemplating all the events and news and speculation and regulations and decisions and protests and wars and weather and weird stuff.... And, I am envious of my sweet Wife, who gets to be outside of all this, at our little country place in Moulton.  She makes pottery and I worry....

But, I shall put all that out of my mind tonight and go try to find a comedy or travel documentary to watch. I was having a conversation with a fellow Pharmacist today and I came to realize that he and I have been doing what we do for a very long time. We both are in the middle of getting our Continuing Education points in line for our license renewal and I am also doing some special training to renew my Preceptor certification for another stretch of time. It dawned on me that I have been at this for 35 years plus the 5 years of college... 40 years of taking care of patients. 40 years of change. 40 years of out with the old and in with the new and a lot of reshaped Me Too drugs and treatments. I have to wonder what I could teach a new young student these days.

Well, I think my data base is still pretty good. The Generational differences these days are frightening to me. I find myself appearing like my parents, when it comes to understanding the younger generations. I have lots of young people working for me. They range in age from 20 to 50 and one old timer in his 60s. Every generation is so much different from the others. I tend to lump them all into one big mysterious group, at times. I don't understand the lack of commitment and the slack work ethic of some of them. I am amazed when they seem to be determined to excel, yet they also seem to be so greatly distracted by cell phones and x-boxes and such. Just when I think they all are total loners, I hear that they all tend to check up on each other and quietly help each other out when the chips are down. That sound somewhat familiar. They tend to be the best of Buds when they are outside of work. They share stories and lessons and boyfriends and girlfriends and money and apartments and cars and who knows what else. Most are very tolerant of racial things .... THANK GOD FOR THAT! I have been waiting for the generations of racial bigots to disappear for a long time. That gives me great hope for the future.

Someone once told me that my generation (the Baby Boomers) was a generation of yellers. We actually would call up radio talk shows and yell about stupid subjects and get all wound up over the most insane issues. We were the get it done generation, but we got frustrated when we found we could not always get it all done. We were the kids of the Greatest Generation and so we had lots to live up to, but we just could not do that. Our parents could do it all. We, on the other hand, thought we could do it all better when we got motivated as adults. We were rebellious as kids. We wore our hair long. We dressed in ridiculous clothes. We took too many chances when it came to such things as sexual freedom. We did not conform and thus the reason we became one big generation of conflicts. Conflicts with our parents. Conflicts with our Government. Conflicts with dress codes and rules and follow orders. We were conflicted in everything and thus the reason we began to yell about everything.  We are opinionated.... in a big way. Somehow, I think our kids quietly let us yell while they ignored us. Right under our noses, a whole new mindset sprung up without too much input from us. Kids now a days know how to get along, unless they are being greatly influenced by older generations. They seem to have it all together for the most part.  The commitment thing probably comes from all the divorces they saw in our group. Oh well, no one is perfect. They seem to have learned some things from our mistakes without much direct education from us. We told them to do as I say and not as I do and they promptly ignored that and fooled us. Good for them.

So, perhaps my generation should sit back and let the youngsters take over. We should bite our tongues and not say a thing. Keep our opinions to ourselves should be out mantra. Perhaps we should all go to India and sit and meditate with a Guru. We should just seek that higher ground and let the next generation fix all the problems we created. All I ask is, leave me enough money to live out my life in comfort. All that yelling has worn me out. Man, I need some Tofu and brown rice.... Peace.

Multiple Vortex Tornado Near Marionville, Missouri on May 4th, 2003

I am not so sure this is what one should do when you see a tornado behind you. I believe the best thing is to seek shelter and not try to outrun a tornado. Most people do not realize the size of the storms. 200 plus mile per hour winds and a potential to be a mile across is not something you want to take on in a vehicle. Cars are just flotsam in a storm like this.

Aftermath of First person Joplin Tornado

This is what was left of that store.

First Person video of Joplin MO tornado 5/22/11

You cannot see much but you get the idea of what it is like to go through a tornado while in a small convenience store. It is very frightening.

But, these people did the right thing.

They huddled and found the safest corner of the store away from windows that they could.

Fear Not For I Am...

Perhaps this has been one of the most inspiring weekends of my life. I almost do not know where to start. So, let me start at the beginning. Wunjo, Berkana, Raidho... the path. Nothing happens in life that is not meant to be. No event is carried out without a meaning, a lesson, an action. This was to have been, according to a cult, the Judgement Day weekend. It was the day that those who have been chosen by God, were to be taken in the Rapture to Heaven. I do not watch television, so I am not sure it happened. What I do know is that the Austin Police Department had a SWAT action carried out against someone in an apartment near the old Highland Mall. It was complete with a cordoned off area, guns drawn, teargas and concussion grenades, an armored car, and lots of yelling...."come out with your hands up!" For who ever was in that apartment, it was the Judgement Day and they were probably taken,  but not to Heaven, unless they died in the raid.

In the mean time, I was being told something I needed to hear. Wunjo, Bernana (reversed) and Raidho. My life can be a bit surreal at times. I seek a spiritual path and it is disturbed by the detonation of a grenade and the yelling of the Police. All this leaves me walking calmly away from the confusion with my Wife, hand in hand out the back door. After all, it was not me "they" were coming for. As we drove away, we forgot the Police and their world of  breaking down doors and dragging people out of their homes. We did not consider the world of that criminal. You see, you create your own world. You create your destiny. You walk your own path, and ours did not include any of that confusion and violence. 


Then, today for the lack of something better to spend some time doing, I rested on the couch and watch The DaVinci Code. Once again, a story of violence and yelling and guns and death and going to Heaven. A fiction of sorts, I suppose. Yet, this time, I was touched by something. It was not the story, it was the feeling it left inside of me.  So many paths leading to just one source. Like arrows or swords radiating outward from a single point, we point in a direction and go off into our world of experiences.  All the while traveling onward, never looking backward, until we get old. Then, we stop and think of where we have been and all we have seen and heard and tasted and done. We reflect. And, as we turn in our thoughts backwards to see where we have come, there we see it. The single point, way back down the path. You look around and you see so many others doing the same thing. Some never turn. Some look off into a different direction. Some are blind and can not see at all. Some already are stumbling backwards to the beginning of their journey. What do you see? If you look very hard through the distance of time and space, into the great void you perceive, perhaps just past the point you think you started on your journey, you will see a something that will raise your spirits. You might see many standing as if before a great dark pool of calm water. Many gods and many saints. Many souls trembling at the discovery of what they see there in that great darkness. It is a vision. It is a defined reflection. Each bends and looks and sees a face in the depths of the water from which all have come. Each face seems to melt into one and it is that One which is divine. 


From the many comes one. And, to the One comes the many. This weekend has made me happy. I have had plenty of time to reflect (in more than one way).  I feel satisfied of what I have experienced and I look forward (or perhaps backward) to what is yet to come. They stories are like the grains of sand in the entire Universe. They all vibrate with an energy of creation. And, in that great vibration of energy we know as life, if you listen carefully, you will hear a soft whisper echoing across the great expanse... I love you! 

The Flatlanders - Austin City Limits

Jimmie Dale and the fantastic Flatlanders, Butch Hancock and Joe Ely

With Deep Emotion I Bid You All Farewell

Well, tomorrow is the end of the World. I saw the roadside billboard. It has been the talk of the day, all day long, at the Pharmacy. We all bid each other farewell this afternoon. I did not see anyone I needed to hug goodbye, so I just waved goodbye and told them I enjoyed working with each and every one of them, as I was leaving. I came home and cleaned my car seats and changed the air freshener in the truck. I put the old dog outside in the back yard. I had three pieces of bread and a cup of coffee. Now, I am spending my last hours on this rock going round our sun listening to music. My choice of entertainment is a new album from Jimmie Dale Gilmore. He is a favorite of mine and I just love every song he does. His new album is called, Heirloom Music, Jimmie Dale Gilmore and the Wronglers. It is a fantastic listen! I am glad I spent the money to purchase the music. I am sorry Jimmie Dale will not get the royalties before tomorrow. I may call him to tell him that I am sorry for that. He lives here in Austin right on the other side of the hollow from my best friend. I used to be his Pharmacist when I worked at another store.


I guess that old saying, "you can take the kid out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the kid..." is true. I grew up listening to lots of different music, but I think the genre that stuck the closest to my heart was country... I am talking old timey country. It used to drive my Mom crazy when I would come home singing old songs. My Uncle Virgil used to pick me up to go out to the Hodges ranch and feed his goats. We would listen to the radio in his old pickup truck all the way out there and sometimes, he would teach me a new song to sing for Mom. I remember some of the songs. I can't remember all the verses and I think it is best I forgot them anyway, because some of them were a bit on the rough side.  Uncle Virgil and my Dad were a couple of Gems. They had a sense of humor that was over the top. You never were sad around either of them. Heck, my whole family was like that. Uncle George was a real trickster. He was one of those quiet types. You never knew what he had up his sleeve... literally. I guess all that rearing and raising up by those men and others is what gave me my warped sense of humor and my love of country music. Those really were the best of times. Compared to these days, I would give anything to be back there. There is something about music and white socks sliding across a highly polished hardwood floor in a cozy livingroom. Dancing with your Mom is not always bad. 


Jimmie Dale Gilmore has put out a couple of albums that just will blow you away. If you are too young to remember the 50s or even the 60s in rural Texas, you should go take a look at his music. His previous album, Come On Back, is another favorite of mine. It is a step back to a Honky Tonk atmosphere. My Dad was a veteran of World War II. I think one of the lasting benefits of that War, besides the fact that I am free to listen to this music, is the fact that he was a member of the V.F.W. in Lampasas, Texas. It was really a private Honky Tonk. There was always a cold beer and a good song. If the jukebox was not playing, then there was someone playing the piano.  I was too young to drink the beer but never too young to enjoy the music. The same was true of my summer days in Llano, Texas. We spent months in Llano as my Dad worked for vacationing linemen who worked for the Lower Colorado River Authority. Hot days always led to cool nights spending time with friends at restaurants and little family run beer joints. You could always get a good chicken fried steak and an ear full of laughter and song at those little beer joint/cafes. Real cowboys frequented those places. You know the type.... those who really worked the land and punched cattle all day. They actually rode horses while working too. Their headbands in their hats were always stained with sweat. Schlitz, Lone Star, Pearl, and Pabst Blue Ribbon, and even Jax was available back then along with the latest 45s from all the great old country singers. I once had a fellow in a suit and a Stetson give me a $20 bill and told me to go play some songs. I went up to the register at the cafe and asked for $20 worth of dimes. I fed that jukebox every dime I had and played every record in the thing, more than once. After a while I returned to the table and the old man sat there with his mouth open when he realized that I used all $20 to entertain the entire place. I bet that jukebox played for a long time.


Well, I guess that is enough to say except to wish you all a good passing tomorrow. Just ride the wave. When you feel the Earth begin to shake just smile and think of that jukebox playing all night on that fellow's Twenty.

Follow up on Nude Dancing

Just an F Y I: based upon the current storm we are having, I suggest only partial nudity when doing nocturnal rain dancing. Wow! My prayers have been answered in many ways today. What started out as a little drizzle has now turned into a high wind, blowing heavy rain storm. I believe we are headed towards at least an inch and a half of rain. It is wonderful! I have been soaked to the bone twice today with the rain. No hail yet, but plenty of wind and wet!

If it Isn't fun, Don't do It.....

Paul Soldner was a potter and an artist. He was a bit on the eccentric side. I remember once watching a profile of his work which was filmed near the end of his life. During the filming, they must have had a hard time keeping his clothes on. You see, he worked often in the nude. I can imagine how dangerous that might have been around machinery like throwing wheels, extruders, slab rollers, and most of all, high fire kilns. Paul is the balding old man with the beard in the front row with the buxom lady sitting on his lap. 

This world is filled with interesting characters who sometimes push social morals aside and do what feels right to them. I will say right up front, I am not one to do this. I have this inner desire to be a free spirit and do what feels right, but I just cannot. That old guilt trip which was laid on me as a child prevents me from doing anything that would be considered inappropriate. I have been told that I am a prude. Well, my moral character is somewhat intact as I get older. I am a bit of a rogue when it comes to not totally complying to the rules. I have done things in the past that have been out of character for a professional. Don't get your knickers in a knot over that last statement. I consider the little things as enough to satisfy that desire to be an individual. 

I cannot imagine what life would be like if you threw caution to the wind and lived life on a whim. I cannot imagine the total freedom of being a  Bohemian of sorts and doing things just for the sheer experience of the act. I cannot imagine what it would be like to be so impulsive that  you would let nature be your guide. Yet, I say all this above knowing that there are times I do know the feeling of such actions. I allow myself indulgences of mind. I allow myself time off for good behavior when I explore the "out there" of this world. It mainly results in new paths of study. I find myself living vicariously through others who have the cojonies to live life that way. I suppose that is why I like the kooks and the artistic types. They are my heros at times. I love to see the hard fighters in this world. I like to listen to the brave men and women who do not care what others think about them if they express an opinion that is out of the norm. Yet, I tend to admire the salt of the Earth who bring me back to reality too. Funny thing is, many times the two are one in the same.

But, the above poster does have a good message... If It Isn't Fun, Don't Do It! That kind of dovetails with a philosophy of life I heard years ago.... Follow Your Bliss. I took that to heart when I chose a career. I love what I do. I love my patients. I love my friends. I regret nothing I have done so far in life. I am looking forward to doing more.  Perhaps one day I will take the time to do something more artistic. I have ideas. But, I will be wearing clothes.....

Brain on Fire ... Pull handle for Fire Retardant

Well, another week's vacation out of the way for this year. One of these weeks, I need to go have some fun and not work as hard.  I have to admit, I cannot seem to relax. I love working on stuff. I love going to Moulton and doing something. I love it when I accomplish lots of somethings, down there. One of the last things I did before leaving for Austin was install an airconditioner in Angela's clean studio. She has the big dirty studio for making clay and glazes and throwing pots and hand building pieces and stuff like that which create dust and a mess.... and .... she has her clean studio for oil painting and finish painting of pots and art pieces. Eventually, I will have my office and library in that building.

It is nice to be home here in Austin. I am tired from all the work and running around we did yesterday... but.... my brain feels like it is going to explode today. We brought back tons of things that need washing and drying and folding and repacking. I am doing some of that today. But, I feel like I need to go for a walk or go sit next to Town Lake and watch the water flow by. Angela is going to be making glazes tomorrow in preparation for her return to the studio this week in Moulton. I have a week of work before I can return to our little hide a way.

What has my brain all lit up is thinking about celestial things. I have been continuing my reading about the ancient past and all the odd little things that goes with that history. Myths and legends and histories and tales and stories... they all intrigue me to no end. They are all a piece of a big huge puzzle and I still cannot completely put together all the pieces. I am going to have to go re-read the book, The Key. There are things in that book that might make more sense now that I have had a couple of years of further study. I know this all does not make sense to you all reading this post. Let me just say, every generation of mankind has a storyteller. And, every storyteller has a job to continue the tale. And, the many tales told, do connect. I am not talking about fiction. I am talking about the important stories in life that don't seem to fit together because they are told at different times and under different circumstances by different storytellers in different places around this globe. Those stories are the dots and you have to connect the dots with the lines that you decipher and draw yourself. 


What most people do not realize these days is the fact that our modern day storytellers come in many forms and tell their tales in many ways with modern media. Print, pictures. oral history and visual motion pictures. I have discovered one truth that you may not have come to realize for yourself. The foreshadowing of what is to come, always is told in the form of some seemingly fictional account in the movies.  Wow! That story in itself would make a great movie.  Yesterday's fiction is tomorrow's fact. You can take that and put it in the bank. Frightening! Isn't it? 


What keeps me awake at night is thinking about that fact. What have I seen and read, that  could be a glimpse of what is to come?  A while back, I read a fascinating couple of books. One of which was entitled, The History of the World as told by the Secret Societies. At the time I read it, I kept thinking in terms of historical facts about society and mankind and religion and beliefs and such. What I failed to grasp was that indeed, mankind was telling a tale and being told a tale that was understood and/or misunderstood on multiple levels. That is a wonderful tool to get a message out to the folks in the know and confuse the mass of people who listen but do not hear and look but do not see.... The parable of history... or religion .... or social trends .... or morality .... or the future can be passed along and kept secret at the same time. Bottom line, someone is trying to tell us something and we are not all getting the message. Have I confused you enough? To paraphrase a few words from a contemporary movie... "You think you know the the truth, well, you can't handle the truth....".


My Wife wants me to write a book. She suggests a children's book that is an adventure tale based upon things I am familiar with.  I have no idea what a child would like to read. I can think of a few horror stories I could weave into a child's book. I could put it all together and tell a tale that would give me and them nightmares.  No, I need to write a book that connects the dots for adults. But, I still have too many dots on the page left unconnected. Oh, well, I will keep on working on that. 

For now, I guess I need to go get a load of clothes out of the dryer. Another accomplishment out of the way and another dot connected.....

Help Me Make It Rain

In order to make moist clay, we need rain. Let us all do a rain dance tonight. In Moulton, clothes are optional. All I see are puffy clouds and lots of blue sky.

Soldner Knew How to Mix It Up

What you are looking at is about 2000 pounds of clay making equipment. We picked it up
yesterday from a studio in The Woodlands north of Houston Texas. There is a Soldner clay mixer and a Peter Pugger puggmill, used to make good usable clay for pottery work. The heavy steel and concrete mixer was loaded with a forklift and we used the Egyptian method of unloading. Are you familiar with that method? It involved lots of grunting, a ramp, a rope and rollers. If only we had the Egyptian workers to help, all would have been easy. It was a labor of love. Now I know what it takes to bring out a smile on her face. A big beam and lots of muscles.

The Reflection in the Water....The Shadow on the Earth...

We had a memorable night yesterday. A Wedding! We were in attendance at the Melissa (nee, Mosley) and Eric Wetzel nuptials. What a joy and what fun! The evening was lovely. The sun shown early on in the ceremony. The breeze was just right. The stars shown in the evening. The ceremony was touching. The Bride was beautiful and the Groom handsome. The wedding party was filled with friends and family and there we were. It is an honor when you are asked to attend such an event and you do not know anyone, but , that did not matter. We had a grand time talking to folks we had never met before. Of course, I do this every day, all day long and always feel at ease doing so. Angela has a bit of a harder time with it, but my sweet Wife always finds a subject that connects her and the other party.

Oh, did I mention we danced a dance? We have not danced in a very long time. As a matter of fact, my Wife did bring up the memory of the first time we danced. I remember that night. Oh, yes, do I remember that night. Gentlemen, perhaps you  can or cannot relate, but I shall tell the story. I was in a trance. I took her in my arms and was hypnotized by her beauty and her charm. She had me hooked. About 2 weeks later, we were married. Well, perhaps you cannot relate to that part. It was a very nice memory. Last night was one of those giggly evenings for us. We did have fun at the Wedding. I am a sap when it comes to events like weddings. I get all mushy and sentimental. I tend to renew my vows during the ceremony as I hold my Wife's hand and we listen to the Power and the Authority invested in the Official ceremonial pronouncer leading the couple down that flower covered wedding path. No words get said between Angela and I, but we always remember our vows. I remember the words..... for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health....till Death do we part.... Wow, if you stop and think about that last statement, it really comes to roost that this is important. It may sound really strange for me to say what I am about to say, but Angela and I believe that we have been together before as a couple, since the beginning of time. I look into her eyes and I feel all kinds of things, even at my advancing age. I feel comfortable. I feel loved. I feel bonded. I feel like we are two celestial bodies locked together in a never ending cosmic dance. Last night, I saw another couple like that....Melissa and Eric.

It is Spring and there is no better time to make such a start as what we witnessed last night. Life is awakening and being renewed. Something new is born from something old... as old as mankind itself. The bonding of couples together is natural... as natural as all that is around you. I stood outside, this morning and watched my Wife drive off to the studio to do a little work and I could not help but notice all the voices around me in the trees. The doves are courting and soon will be nesting. The swallows are zipping between the trees and cars and collecting downy feathers to cement into their nests. The starlings and sparrows already have been hard at work building families. The squirrels are frisky and becoming very territorial. Nature is stirring. Nature is balancing itself out with the pairing of lovers. That is the way it should be.

The ancient Hermetic writings tell of such pairing and the love that brings this celebration of oneness from the duality of men and women:
"When she had seen the beauty which never satiates of him who had in himself all the energy of the powers and the form of God, she smiled with Love, because she had seen the image of the most beautiful form of Man in the water and his shadow upon the earth. He seeing in himself a similar form to his own in the water, fell in Love with her and wished to dwell there. No sooner wished than done, and he inhabited a form without speech. Nature, having taken her beloved, enfolded him completely and they united, for they LOVED each other."


There is a power beyond complete understanding which attracts souls together. It is that complete and total enfolding and union which binds two as one. It is a power that stretches across the entire universe and all time, which does not weaken with distance. Once touched, a union is formed which keeps two bound for eternity. An exchange of energy, the light of love, which dances back and forth between the two is a speechless communication which tells the other, " I Love You. " It is so special to have this bond. No one is exempt.

If Melissa and Eric ever see this post.... Thank you for giving us a glimpse of that Light of Love which flows forth....

This Little Light of Mine...I'm Going to Let it Shine

We are going to a wedding this Saturday. I always look forward to weddings. You see, if you are an old married couple like Angela and I, it is rather like a chance to renew our vows quietly in our hearts as the wedding couple make their vows. It is a beautiful event to witness. Best wishes are always in order.  But, I have to add, best intentions are also sent out from every heart in attendance. It is those intentions that seem to flow forth in love, embracing the couple and the family and the wedding guests.

I was meditating for a short while tonight. I had gone to a group meditation site on the Internet and found myself clearing the mind and letting whatever was to be, come forth. I found myself enveloped in a field of light. It swirled like a living field of energy all around me. It felt very nice. I did not intend for that to happen but it did. I needed that light. I needed a recharge so that I can give a bit away this weekend.

The news has been rough this week. I confess that I have dwelled on the news far too much this week. I guess my Wife sensed that remotely, because tonight she called and gave me "the lecture". I needed the lecture. I have let the darkness and anxiety and fear creep in too much lately and I really needed the light to come in and drive out all the negatives.  That brought to mind a discussion I heard recently in regards to a gift given to a seeker by a very powerful Shaman in Hawaii. It was a simple small wooden bowl. It was accepted by the Seeker with a question...."What is this?" The Shaman said that it was his "Bowl of Light". What a wonderful concept. But, there was more. He warned that the bowl could get filled with rocks that would crowd out the light...they were like the worries and woes of life. Then, the revelation that made my heart leap was expressed by the Shaman...."if you get too many rocks in your bowl, just flip it over and pour them out."

So, here is my deepest wish to the newly weds yet to be...

May your bowl of light always shine brightly...let the three elements of light always be with you.... and if there are rocks, just flip it over and pour them out. Blessings to you and yours.

A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste

The other day, my Wife said to me, out of the blue, "do you know why Ostriches stick their heads in the sand?". "They are looking for water.". I was thinking, where did that come from? Those big birds are looking for something. I am looking for something too. I am looking for the truth.

Gasoline is sitting today at $3.85 per gallon for the cheap stuff. Get ready. All Hell is about to break loose. And the sad thing is, I fear that the real terrorists are not foreign. If you don't believe me, do the research for yourself. The big question this morning is this. Why did they have to kill Osama? He could have been taken as a prisoner. Think about that today.

Lake Erie UFO - (Daylight) Orbs Of Light - Clip 9

If you watch this video, you will notice several UFOs appearing and dimming out and coming back.

Fascinating.

Ex-ISI Chief Hamid Gul: CIA "Choreographing" Osama Assassination Hoax

Exclusive: 'Bin Laden Dead' Hoax Exposed

OK, here is the truth.

Bin Laden Speaks - its all jibbersih to me

But then there is this one that is just mind blowing.....a MUST WATCH

Tim Osman aka Bin Laden

So, who do you believe?

Benazir Bhutto: Bin Laden was Murdered

This is the telling interview....what do you think?

9/11 Dude questions Madeleine Albright

Listen to this comment from Ms. Albright.....

I Have Questions

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Two major Government insiders say that Osama Bin Laden died in 2002 and has been "kept on ice to be rolled out later at a more opportune time", which seems to be now. I thought they were nuts (Madeleine Albright and the number 2 man under Henry Kissinger, Steve Pieczenik) until today and with the news that the body was disposed of at sea, I have to wonder what in the heck is the truth....

They say they have photos and videos, but those can be faked. I think I cannot believe anything any more. Sorry. 

When you start to put the little pieces together, you get a picture that just does not fit the mainstream news. Well, I am sure that this subject will be discussed till you all are sick of it over the next few days. Be sure to tune in the alternate media. Check out the Drudge Report. Tune in the Alex Jones show.... it is a free APP on your iphone. 

I just cannot fathom all this tonight. I am just too tired after this day of work. 

INCREDIBLE. Man struck by lightning and walks away

I love thunderstorms! I think I have told this story several times. When I was about 4, my hometown of Lampasas, Texas was hit by a severe flood caused by a huge rain event. I still can remember that night the flood struck. I remember like it was just yesterday, standing in the garage with my Father looking out at the lightening and hearing the thunder and seeing the torrents of rain falling. It imprinted my psyche to this very day. I think that is why I love thunderstorms so much. It is the Power of the Storm that makes you feel alive. Perhaps that is why I also loved the movie THE TEMPEST. I am talking about the version that featured an unusual retelling of the Shakespearean tale set in Manhattan, and the Greek Isles. "Show me the power...."

Anyway, this poor soul is very lucky if this is a real video. Wow!

Armadillos pass leprosy to humans, study finds

Armadillos pass leprosy to humans, study finds

Oh My God! As a kid, I used to pride myself in being able to catch Armadillos by hand. It is not all that hard. You have to be quick. You have to be smart. You have to be quiet. And, you have to be able to hold on when you grab them by the tail. I do not know when I caught my first Armadillo. I chased it down and grabbed it by the tail and flipped it over in my hand and it calmed down. You can scratch their bellies and they seem to like that....I think. Anyway, this study is not new. I have known about the Leprosy connection for years. Everybody in Texas knew this to be a fact. Heck, I used to laugh that I might get Leprosy after all the Armadillos I have caught over the years. Armadillos were not the only thing I caught. I remember once catching a Turkey.

Beautiful little Gobbler

 Now, what the heck do you do with a live Turkey you have tucked under your arm? Well, I drove to the local hangout known as the Dairy Cue and had a coke with this wild Turkey sitting in the seat of my pickup truck next to me. You had to watch out for the pecks and the wing flapping. When I arrived home with the bird, my Mother went wild and told me to let "that thing" go. I did. It headed out over our back fence and high tailed it for the country. I do not hurt animals. I do not hunt. I do not fish. I prefer to see animals in the wilds, alive. The last thing I caught was a House Finch which had got into the Pottery workshop in Moulton. I tried my best to shoo it out but it would not cooperate. So, I waited till it got dark and crawled up on a ladder and grabbed it by hand and took it outside and let it go. I tell this story because just this morning, Angela sent me a picture of a Hummingbird she caught and rescued the same way. Birds like to fly into the workshop and then they seem to forget how to fly out again. We may become more like the Wild Kingdom than Studio 719, down there in the country. Well, that is the way things are these days. Now where are those new pair of tennis shoes? I think I remember that there were some Armadillos in the backyard down there the last time I was down.......

Angela's rescued Hummingbird

Louis Armstrong - When You're Smiling

The Master performs.....

Mighty Aphrodite Ending

It is my philosophy of life.... if everything around you seems to be turning to .... well, put on some music and dance around the house. I tend to pick music that is from my childhood and which just makes me feel good. We all have that memory of some song which made us feel good in the past. I just happen to have many. I love music.

Lonnie Donegan - Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it's Flavour?

Not exactly the version I remember from my childhood....but it is a funny one....

Chewing Gum Economics and Other Stretched Truths

Get out a pencil and a piece of paper and write this number down....are you ready?

680,140.37


Ok, now get to work because that is the amount of money every family in the United States owes for your share of the debt of our country.  


Wow, does that make you shudder? It does me, except I have to be honest, I am just not going to worry about it. You have to understand that the debt really belongs to the big Mega Banks and not the taxpayers.

When I was a kid, they had a clock that ticked away noting how close we were getting to the end of it all due to a possible nuclear exchange between us and the Soviets. That Atomic destruction clock was a source of fear for every little kid in the nation. Then along came a ticker that showed the Federal Debt and I just ignored that because the number was just too big, even back then. It just kept running on and on and the number kept getting bigger and bigger. Now, the ticker must be extra large in size because a number that big is almost beyond comprehension by the general public. Heck, most people can't decide where to put the commas to denote the differences between thousands and millions and  billions....let alone, quadrillions. I heard an economist say the true debt (including all the derivatives that the Federal Reserve system has just created as debt) is $1.5 quadrillion. Holy Smokes!

You have to admit that we are in deep doo doo with our economy. Ok, I am going to have to stop listening to these economists. They are very depressing. But, if you don't like what you hear, just change the channel and you will hear another story that pretty much sugar coats the whole economic issue. Bottom line, things are not so good.  Did you catch the fact that gold and silver went up today? I believe that gold hit an all time historical high today at one point ($1527/ oz.). Do you realize that silver has gone from $5 an ounce just a matter of a few years ago to $47 an ounce as of today?  Man, don't you wish you had stocked up on gold and silver a few years back?

Did you hear that coffee has hit a high in commodity pricing that is the highest in the last 37 years. And, I believe that wheat futures have almost doubled...that is probably due to the crop failures in Russia, China and parts of Africa. Gasoline is still holding its price here in Austin at around $3.69 per gallon for the cheap stuff. But, did you catch that comment from one of the Federal Reserve presidents who stated that he anticipates that gasoline will hit $7.00 per gallon by the end of next year? I hope I get a raise in pay to cover the cost of going to work.

Over all, it is kind of gloomy out there in your world. So, what does all this mean for me? Well, I remember a line from a book I read years ago....."Fear is the mind killer....you must let it pass through...."
I remember a line stated by one of our illustrious Presidents back when my Father was a brave young fellow.... "We have nothing to Fear but Fear itself....." It is all this fear mongering which is killing us a little at a time. Take a deep breath and just let it go. You have to realize that if you are not willing to stand up and do something about the condition of your world, then you just have to let it all go and ride the wave. You may not like where it washes you up on shore, but at least, we all will be in the same place....up that proverbial creek without a paddle or a boat or our swim trunks... and if you look as bad as I do naked, then you better develop a good sense of humor.

I was just talking to my old Dog tonight....my Sweet Wife is out of town... and I was telling her all this and that she was going to have to cut back on her treats and the amount of grapes she eats... that did not sit well with her. She said back to me...."Rufffff.....whine whine whine whine....I need to go outside and visit the bushes....." I thought about that for a moment and got up and took her outside and came back to this computer to write a bit more and finish my steamed asparagus and rice with chunks of eggplant and pinto beans, along with a glass of almond milk (can't drink cow's milk any longer because of the potential radioactive contamination....you never know where those cows have been putting their lips). Thank the Powers that Be....at least the President released his Birth Certificate today. I believe I will be able to sleep better tonight knowing that the copy of that document is finally out in the open.

"Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight? If your Mother says don't chew it do you swallow it in spite?"

UFO mainstream media coverage MASS SIGHTINGS taking place

This is an interesting video.

Can you Hear me Now?

In this world, there are many things seen but not understood. I would like to confuse you with a bit of philosophy of one who guides me from time to time. Let begin with POWER. We do not know true power until we escape the bonds of this world. When you realize these bonds, you have taken the first step. Now you will witness the power that exists which is beyond your human imagination. It will appear on the horizon as a glow, depending on just how far you have wandered away from the source. It is that glow that will draw you to it. Then you shall begin to hear the sound current that indicates your closeness to the power. It could be compared to walking through a desert and coming upon one last tall dune and as the light of the day has long since past, you can see a brilliance illuminating the crest of the dune. You are curious and so you walk upwards towards the light. As you get closer to the dune crest, you begin to hear a rushing roar of a great river which must be flowing just over the dune top, in the river valley below. You cannot see the complete picture yet, but you know that there is a tremendous light and sound just ahead. Perhaps it is paradise. Let me stop there in my confusing story. My guide always reminds me that the journey is a long one, but a rewarding one. That is so true

Physics has been moving our understanding of the reality of the physical universe closer to a less hazy place. Modern theory has it that a multitude of possible dimensions exist, all at the same time in differing frequencies. That is, they exist in differing states of energetic layers. It is the wave form of life of the universe. Your eyes cannot perceive what they cannot see and your ears cannot hear what is out of range of the biological nature of yourself.  As humans, we only see in the visible spectrum and hear in a narrow audible frequency range. That does not negate the existence of other frequencies that exist all around us left to be detected only with the aid of specialized equipment. Yet, in my world the power that is out there is known because I do not seek it using anything other than the observational equipment of the soul. What prompted this thought were two things. I heard a report today regarding Mr. Kisinger and his depression over the way his global plan is failing due to the observation of the plan by more and more citizens of the world. It seems that there is indeed a higher order of humans who seek to dominate. I do not make this up. I  heard it from the lips of the man himself and from a speech given in public, broadcast on CSpan.  His Power is placed in the the wrong frequency. He, and others, seek power through means which goes against the global consciousness. It is the community of mankind in relation to the Source, where the true power lays. I seek the power which exists in the light of a million suns and the roar of the sound current. We all seek our power there. When we leave this energy level, we need to be prepared to realize where we are. We need to seek understanding now so that one day we will be finished with our journey here and able to continue over there. This time of year, the world celebrates the Ressurection of the Christ. The example of the Son of God and his realization of the immortality of the soul and the Power that pulls us upwards to a higher Power is a prime example of what I speak of. Seek ye first the kingdom of heaven. Seek ye always the source of all enlightenment. Ride the wave in the light. Hear the current and feel the true power. Fear not.

This past week, I picked up a new book. It is a fascinating read. The title is, "The Sphinx Mystery, The Forgotten Origins of the Sanctuary of Anubis" by Robert and Olivia Temple. For those of you who are not familiar with the work of Robert Temple, you do not know what you are missing. His work has spanned decades. I have now consumed several of his books: The Sirius Mystery, The Crystal Sun, and other archeological works. He is a very thorough researcher and writer. By the end of his books, you have a whole new outlook on the past and a better understanding of the lost bits and pieces of humanity. In conjunction with other writers, I always manage to gain something new to add to that ever growing knowledge base in my old brain. Bits and Pieces! People tend to ignore bits and pieces. I try to gather them all up and arrange them in some sort of comprehensible pattern. The truth of the matter is, we as humanity have been struggling for a very long time with POWER and balance. We seek things for different reasons. We gain power and abuse it. We rise and we fall here on this planet, and yet there is a common thread which is woven around every person and group on the face of the Earth....seeking a spiritual center. Religions have come and gone. They exist and then they die. They bring understanding and then is all falls apart. Somewhere way back in our past, we faced a wall. That wall was devastating for our species. There was a before and an after. We may never know the full story of the before. We do know the particulars of the after. For those with eyes to see and ears to hear, all will be made evident. For those who are wandering further and further away, distracted by the sights and sounds of other forces, they will be oblivious. This brings me back to my guiding voice.

Jesus spoke in parables to the masses. Have you ever wondered why? The Church carried that form of education forward, ie. the Stations of the Cross. I do not want to get religious here. I just want to make a point.  The frequencies of understanding are as difficult to comprehend as the different frequencies of the natural world are to perceive to our limited biological form.  It is that stepping back onto a path towards a higher level of energy that drives us all towards bliss. I know some will understand this. If you want to argue the bits and pieces...fine. But, not now and not with me. I am not a scholar of the ways. I am just a traveller. I am bound to another and I bind others yet to stand and walk. I am not worthy to follow, and yet inside of me is the Master waiting to shine. I am ignorant in my words, but then why speak? Somethings are best left unsaid and comprehended within, with no words ever uttered. I can feel it and it embraces me as I embrace it. It is like a magnetic attraction. I draw it closer and it draws be tight. I take one step forward and it takes two to meet me. It is a mutual Love. It is a gravity wave. It is a Power, an energy, a real thing. I do not own it. It does not own me. We are one as much as we are two. It is a private affair that remains silent and personal. You can proclaim it on the highest hill and yet the truth of the matter is this.... no words really can explain it. It is everything to you and nothing to others.

Celebrate the Season. Be confident in yourself. Love! Seek! Relax and begin to live as you were meant to live. Eye open, ears cocked, voice clear, song loud.  Be humble and and walk quietly. Listen to your heart. Know that THE POWER IS WITHIN US ALL.

It is in the Air

Do you taste something funny in your mouth these days? I do. I have this ozone taste in my mouth and it is driving me nuts. Which brings me to a story that evolved the other night. I was sound asleep and all of a sudden, I awoke to a nagging question which was winding its way through my mind. Where had I visited a nuclear fuel storage facility? Yes, I had done that sometime in the past, but for the life of me I could not remember where or when. You see, I have run into many interesting folks over the years who have shown me stuff that the normal public never sees. Don't ask me how this happens, it just does. I have been in the bowels of power facilities most of my childhood. My Dad worked for the Lower Colorado River Authority. I have been around high voltage all my life. Anyway, this puzzle has me stumped. Was it back in the 60s when I was a kid? Was it in Austin at the Balcones Research Center, with a Chemist, James Jackson? Was it at the University of Texas back in the 70s with an engineer, Myron Jackson? Was it in Houston with my Uncle, who worked on designing piping for Naval ships? Where the heck was it? Some place I remember but I cannot remember where. I remember the deep pool of water and the grid of fuel rods stored deep down on the bottom. I remember the robotic device that moved the rods. I remember that eerie blue glow that could be seen in the depths of that water. Am I dreaming this memory? I don't think so. I remember going in with a small group. I remember being a bit afraid to lean too far over while looking down into that water. I remember the discussion as to what I was seeing. I remember the adults talking about the future of nuclear power. I remember the enclosure and the railing and the smell.... Ozone is a part of my life. Hydrogen is a part of my life. Electrostatic energy is a part of my life. I remember watching my Dad closing circuits and the zap of the contacts sparking was always amazing. 138000 volts of power with some whopping big amperage behind it gets your attention. I never made any mistakes when I was a kid. My youngest brother did once and got blown off a pole when he made contact with a live wire. It knocked the wind out of him as he hit the ground but he survived. My other brother was burned severely by a flash fire caused by a mist of water which came in contact with a high voltage power panel, causing a flash fire. He was not as fortunate as my youngest brother. I never got hurt. I loved the feel and the smell and the sight of power stations. I stayed away from the work. I went in other directions in my life.

But have you noticed the taste lately? It is like I have been chewing on wiring with a slight charge running through it. I taste it right now. Gosh, there are so many strange things happening in this world. It is like a science fiction novel unfolding before my eyes every day. I will have to come back and add to this post in regards to the psychic I met yesterday. Fascinating woman. Frightening predictions.

Ok, I am home from work and have a little time. I have had too much coffee tonight and so I guess I will finish this post. So, the taste in the air is some sort of haze that has blown in from the Northwest. And, the psychic is another story. I am on a mission to find her some Iodine tablets. I have them ordered but they are not here yet. Anyway, that was how I met her. She was looking for Iodine for her nieces who are pregnant. We got to talking and that is when she told me she was psychic. I have a soft spot in my heart for such folks. I understand what their lives are like to a certain extent. Anyway, she told me of some of her funny predictions regarding pregnancies of her relatives. She always knows ahead of time when they are expecting. But, then she told me about how one relative is about to have a fatal experience and will not be around. That is the frightening revelation. She talked about how she does not always know when she is about to have a vision or a connection to the matrix. It just happens and for a moment she goes into a brief moment of fluidity of thought. During that period, she will often speak out what she is seeing without her even knowing what she is saying. When she comes out of the trance state, she asks what has been said. I was praying that she would not have one of her visions while talking to me. I used to want to know about such things. Not anymore. I prefer to align my own future. I, as you, can manifest your destiny and future. Anyway, I have to wonder what she has seen as far as this radiation event. I think it is not good since she is out looking for Iodine. That is enough for me to begin taking doses now. Dr. Russell Blaylock concurs with her too. He is saying that we all need to be taking Iodine .... NOW! I just am not sure about all that yet. I would hope that our health system will be telling us more soon. We shall just have to see.

Online Geiger Counter Nuclear Radiation Detector Map

Online Geiger Counter Nuclear Radiation Detector Map

Looks like South Austin got a pretty good dose.....of what, I don't know. A report out of Arizona was speaking about the cold front/dry line that blew through Austin today, which passed there 2 days ago. No elevated radiation was detected, but a nasty haze was in the air. I want to clarify something here. Normal background radiation counts per minute (CPM) is around 16 to 20 plus, so Austin has been fluctuating all day and I believe there is nothing to be alarmed about. If the readings on this map get above 100 you can rest assured that you are being exposed to some elevated radiation. I hope that puts some calm to your minds.

Online Geiger Counter Nuclear Radiation Detector Map

Online Geiger Counter Nuclear Radiation Detector Map

Click on this link to see real time radiation levels detected in Texas or anyplace in the USA

CENSORED: Japan evacuating now! Nuclear meltdown! Tokyo Evacuation! Japa...

3/30/2011 - VERIFIED in the USA - Radiation and Jetstream FORECAST UPDATE

This is the most telling video I have seen. Up to now, I have only been hearing these reports via my alternate News Sources. I knew they were getting information from some credible source that was actually showing movements of radioactive isotopes in the atmosphere. This contributor has done lots of work to put this all together and even though the website he is using is a forecast model site, it seems to be right on when it comes to predicted levels and actual levels. I want you to stop and think about what is being reported in the video. It seems to fit the few news reports that have been out there. Just one comes to mind that hit the newspapers LAST WEEK.... tainted milk was discovered in VERMONT and dairy farmers were ordered to dump the milk at designated radiation disposal sites. LAST WEEK!!!!! This disaster has been going on for weeks now and it has not stopped. There are 6 REACTORS involved. The amounts of radioactive particulates which have fallen on us so far is continuing and will continue until the reactor problems are solved. This stuff piles up, so to speak. It does not dissipate. Every time the wind blows, you are getting a dose of radiation into your lungs. Think about that for a moment. What does this mean. Well, the levels of cancer are going to go up in the World. I am sitting in Austin Texas right now, and last night a dry line blew across our area. We have not had rain for a while and so we need to think about what is in that dust and wind that blew in from our NORTH. If you look at the patterns of radiation spread, most has been to our NORTH. We just got a dose last night of radiation. I will leave this up to you to think and ponder for a while. It is criminal that we are not being warned about this by the news. Where is that old Civil Defense network we used to have? Information was key in the past. It is being withheld these days.

Giant UFO Hovering Over Fukushima Nuclear Plant, April 12.mp4

So what do you think? Is it real?

A Graduation Gift

I have been out of pocket lately with my access to my ongoing dose of the real world. I got caught up this morning over my breakfast and coffee. Let me digress a moment. This is April. Tax collection day is coming in a day. Graduation from schools and colleges is about to happen in May. Gasoline prices rose this past week to $3.75 a gallon for the cheap stuff. Gas is sitting at $3.67 per gallon in South Austin as of last night. Well, here is  your dose of reality. The next country in the Middle East to fall will be Yemen. The King will be deposed and the Muslim Brotherhood will take over. Gasoline prices will continue to climb and by Memorial Day it will be hovering around $5.00 per gallon. Because of this, the economy will continue to crumble. Transportation cost rises will raise the price of everything. Jobs may begin to dry up more. The unemployment rate of people between the ages of 18 and 23 is at about 80% as of today. The overall real unemployment rate is over 23%. The Wall Street pundits are beginning to use the word DEFAULT in their interviews. When you see the Federal Reserve (a group of Private Banks which are a part of the real governing body of this country... not elected, not your representative in Washington DC) fail to sell U.S. Government issues to other countries (ie. Saudi Arabia and China) and are forced to begin to purchase those bonds and issues themselves.... it is all over! The U.S. Dollar will become practically worthless and we will have to default on our financial responsibilities as a country. Well, what does that mean for us all. We will become a poor nation. All you savings will be worth nothing.

Wow! That was a load for breakfast. So, my gift for all those graduates....DON'T QUIT YOUR CURRENT DAY JOB. You may be flipping burgers for a while until we work through all this and are rebuilt under the New World Order.  Be patient! I may not see it in my lifetime, but eventually you will. So, you don't believe all this? OK, I challenge you to turn off the television and this Summer while sitting around the pool with your free time, READ. Research all this for yourself. Be diverse in your reading materials. Pick and choose your sources. Start looking behind the curtain a bit more. Ask questions. Learn how to say NO. Watch World politics a bit more. Keep up with current events other than the latest standing of your favorite sports teams or who is the top pick of American Idol. Stop being mindlessly brainwashed by mainstream media. Remember, most of the TV networks are owned by the very mega companies who are pulling the strings behind the scenes. They don't want you to know the truth. They want you to hear what they want you to hear.

Have a good summer and remember.... stop wearing white shoes after Memorial Day.

"Yemen, Bahrain, Syria, Jordan, and Saudi Arabia.... then it spreads from there until oil hits $200 per barrel...."  Ken From  (former CEO of a major Oil Company)

"We are going to show OPEC who is really in control of the price of Oil...."  Ken From

"There are about 12 people in the World who control the price of oil...." Donald Trump, on an interview with ABC recently...

"As the economy fails, You are going to find that the elite will be throwing you under the bus....That means that you will see that there are the elite taking control and then there are everyone else.... and I have news for you, you are everyone else..."

Surviving 2012 and Planet X - Part 1 of 5: The Threat

Surviving 2012 and Planet X - Part 2 of 5: Scientific Proof

Surviving 2012 and Planet X - Part 3 of 5: Historical Proof

Surviving 2012 and Planet X - Part 4 of 5: Surviving

Surviving 2012 and Planet X - Part 5 of 5: Beyond 2012

Under Such Circumstances.....

I want to say a few words. Now, to my Tech of a few years, I know that concept will seem foreign. A FEW WORDS.... You see, we are about to have three of our beloved Techs leave for the real World. One already has departed to Motherhood and a new Nursing career. Wednesday, the second is about to leave the nest for a new career in Speech Therapy. Gosh, and I had so little time to try new speech impediments on her to see how she would have handled the diagnosis and the treatment. The third is going to leave in May for a new career guiding the lives of young juveniles, criminals, and social deviants. Wow! What a diverse group of young folks I have had the pleasure of working with.

Every time this event happens, I am very sad for a long time. I get attached! I am sorry. That is just the way I am. I get all wrapped up in their lives and it is like having one of my kids finally bail out of the nest and set off on their own. It hurts. They grow up and then they leave home and forget about their old Father (Father Scott) who is left to sit in front of a non-digital television set staring at a blank screen because the Federal Government decided that a non-analog broadcast was better for the general public. I will be sitting scratching my head wondering if I prepared them for the real world. It is down right depressing.

There have been many depart over the course of the last 30 years. Some I can barely remember now and some I remember like they were stuffed in the hall closet. There was that Tech with two different colored eyes who worked for me. She had blond hair and one blue eye and one green eye. I could not stop glancing from eye to eye when I talked to her, trying to decide which eye to look at, while trying not to look at her eyes... Then there was the tall lanky one who could not follow orders or instructions, who was hurting himself on a regular basis by falling over counters, and/or raising up and hitting his head on prescription bin drawers that he had opened as he bent down to pick something up off the floor. He had the hardest head I had ever seen. He left shortly after we told him to be careful and not press the panic button at the drive through window unless we were being held up or something like that. He was like that curious cat. He pressed the button one day, because it was there and he wanted to see what happened when you press the forbidden button. When half the law enforcement team in far West Travis county showed up one day with guns drawn to the Pharmacy, he discovered just what happens when you push the button. Then there was the one who was really good at solving computer problems for us. We decided that early on, we did not understand how that new computer system worked. So, one day, we decided to do a cleansing ritual on the system. It works for Shamans, why not computer systems. We dressed her up in a plastic table cover, tied a bandana around her head and put a feather duster in the headband, gave her a spatula to hold in her right hand and had her say some sort of ritualistic stuff and BINGO.... the system seemed to work better. Wait a minute! She has not left yet...she still works for me. Like I said, there have been many who have come and gone over the years...and some stay too.

But, to the Tech who is leaving this week. I have to say, she will be missed. She has been extremely fun to work with. She is our Chatterbox, with something interesting always to say. I have learned just how out of touch with the younger generation I really am since I have had the great good fortune to work with her. She is outspoken. She is witty. She is a wealth of useful information about almost any subject you can imagine. She knows how to gamble. She is a World traveller. She holds her own with the guys in the Pharmacy. She speaks several languages... English, Spanish, and some language spoken by those under the age of 30 years of age which baffles me because the words are familiar but the meanings are so different. I fear she is destined for greatness. I can see future generations flocking to her for guidance and education. And, I do not doubt she will give it.... in so many words. Wow! Did I mention that she is so loved by all of us at the Pharmacy and by those who trade with us and trust us with their health. She, along with the other two are going to be sorely missed by all. It will be like a huge hole in our lives to have them gone. I mean that!

So, I raise my glass of apple juice (which I need to take tonight to make my cholesterol medication work better) and say a toast to this young lady.... May the wind be at your back, May the hill rise before you, May you have the energy to make it up that hill without too much of a loss of breath. May the sun never blind your eyes and may your friends always text you (as long as you have a texting plan that is affordable). May you have a long memory of those who love you and may you never forget that some old Pharmacists appreciate all you have done and are eternally grateful for the friendship you gave them. Vaya con Dios!

After The Rapture Pet Care Introduction

Here is the video.

In the Blink of an Eye

Don't laugh. I was sitting next to my dog today and I was watching a show about the End of the World. I hate shows like that. But, what I hate more is when pets get hurt during these shows. Little Fido gets roasted by some volcanic eruption or frozen by a sudden change in the temperature of the World.

Anyway, I was surfing the internet looking for a good article to read that would make me feel better after all the Doom and Gloom and I found this article about taking care of your pets after you are sucked up to Heaven by the Rapture. The Rapture Pet Care is a real plan to have a non-Christian volunteer come find your pet and take care of it after you are gone.


It only costs $10 and that is a bargain. I kind of like the idea. I could see a benefit in any situation where you might be taken to Heaven. Say you pass away and you want someone sweet to come take care of your pets. It could work. 

Don't worry about the Fat Chihuahua. She already is in Heaven.

Click on the link above and go watch the video on Youtube. I can see a movie in this. First, you would have a group of those left behind that would be stunned that the world seems a bit more empty. Then, it would hit them that they have a job to do. First, they have to determine who was taken and who stayed behind. Then, if the person is gone (those that registered would be easy to deal with), you have a race against time to find the pets. Little Fido is waiting in the livingroom. I bet there will be a mess on the floor but that will not matter. And, then there is the angle in the plot of the movie as to how you deal with the wide range of pets. Birds, dogs, cats, mice, hamsters, ferrets, foxes, skunks, snakes, iguanas, pet rocks, and who know what else.... It would be wild. 

I know as long as you had a chicken strip snack, my dogs would come to you. I am depressed now. You mean my pets are not coming along? Then, I might want to stay. Would I have to go to work? What about food? Can I still drink coffee? So many questions. So many answers.

A 100,000-Year-Old Civilisation? | Features | Fortean Times

A 100,000-Year-Old Civilisation? | Features | Fortean Times

Reading this article, I was finding myself picturing the Neanderthal much like the picture used as the illustration in this article. I had to stop myself and wipe that image out of my mind. Let me tell you a bit of archeological fact that I know you have not heard about because it is just too dangerous to divulge by those who discovered it. I can say without a doubt that there was indeed an advanced civilization on this planet long before 15000 years ago. You see, we all are a result of the last great catastrophe this world suffered. What you see is what was left over. But, if you do some reading you will see stories and myths and histories that just do not fit the current line of thinking. Based upon what was written in India, there once was a very advanced social structure here on Earth and something major happened. In a blink of an eye, we were blasted back into a condition of survival. Clothing was worn until if wore out and we were left to cloth ourselves with whatever we could find or make by hand. The global condition of mankind was bleak. And, it is obvious, we almost became extinct.

You don't believe that do you? Well, picture this. Let us say, one out of ever 500 people on Earth survive and all the rest just die and are lost in a blink of an eye. The survivors are a randomly selected group that leave mankind with a mixed bag of knowledge and resources. What do you do now? You make the best of the situation that you can. Perhaps there is a Doctor or just a Nurse left alive. There are some people with science knowledge and perhaps a spiritual leader and a housewife and a school teacher from the 6th grade level....etc.... You now have to rebuild society with what is available. Imagine how hard that will be.

Appearances are misleading at times. If there is no paper and pencils left, then how do you chronicle the history you are living after the great catastrophe? How do you pass along a knowledge base for future generations if you have no way of writing them down. You pass along what you can by word of mouth. Speaking of which, how do you pass along a story if you do not speak the language it is being told in? Imagine living in Texas when this happens and you suddenly find that some survivors speak English and Spanish, and a variety of other languages and no one seems to understand the others. Imagine what things would be understood completely and remembered and passed along. It is not going to be a complete story. We in essence would have to almost start over. Eventually, people would not be able to read any longer. We might have to use pictographs or glyphs to communicate important ideas. We might have to carve those pictures on stone and store them in a cave. We might only be living in caves for that matter if we have no tools left to build with.

Logic leads you to believe that only the most important things will be taught and passed along from generation to generation. Eventually, that knowledge will become wrapped in a mystical story that will be protected by a group which might become the new religious or spiritual leader. You see, we have those things today and we don't realize their purpose.

Anyway, this was an interesting idea expressed here.

Shamisen Vs. Taiko

Ok, you may think that America has the corner on the market when it comes to groovy music....hold on there partner. I happen to love this song.

I ran across this song because of a benefit concert which is this coming Monday, April 11th here in Austin to raise money for Japan. Every dollar counts. I happen to love any music that is well performed and different than the same old stuff we all listen to. These two performers happen to be fantastic.

Did You Feel that New Soul Enter the Room?

DINNER WAS GOOD TONIGHT. My sweet Wife is out of pocket tonight and so I was on my own for dinner. On my way home from work, I decided to stop at the grocery and pick up a bit of food. The meal I decided to make was going to be a nice salad with a new dressing, some chiabatta rolls, a spicy dish of spaghetti and black coffee. Yum!

That dinner was a good break from the news of the day. Since I am not sure you all have heard all the news, I shall give you the high points of the day's bleak news. Radioactive water has been released into the Pacific ocean that is at a level of 7.5 MILLION times safe levels. Let that soak in for a moment. That radiation is going to dilute a bit, but not enough to not affect the entire ecosystem of the Pacific. You may want to reconsider not eating fish and such from the Pacific for the next few million years. Note two: oil is sitting at just above $120 per barrel which raised the price of gas at the pump for the cheap stuff to $3.63 per gallon. And, at least 3 news sources from Reuters to the Times have reported that the Oil Minister of Saudi Arabia is threatening to raise the price of oil to the USA to a level of $200 to $300 per barrel soon. Oops! I think I mentioned that a few weeks back that the goal target price for oil by the Elites of the New World Order is $200 per barrel. Looks like we are about to be there.  Here is what is going to happen. The price of gasoline is going to creep up in price in increments of say 10 cents per week for a while with an occasional drop of a few cents but always with a following increase in price. It will continue to climb till it is somewhere around $7.00 to $8.00 per gallon (for gasoline and/or diesel). At that point, the American public will finally wake up and act up. Here is a bit more to the scenario.  We are going to get a new currency. It will be partially precious metal backed. It will be controlled by an international banking consortium. The American dollar will be depegged from the World Reserve currency status. Oh, and the most interesting item.... most if not all of the current Middle Eastern kingdoms will see the departure of their Kings and rulers from power, being replaced by a new Muslim government that will be much worse than what is now in place. This is already happening in places over there. Watch the Muslim Brotherhood and what they do in each country the next several months. But, all this is not the really big news....No.... we need to watch what happens in regards to China. Currently, China owns most of the US in one way or another. When their investments in the bonds and notes goes sour, they are not going to like us very much. Eekkkkkkk!

That is enough to make you throw up that nice dinner. But, there was one bright spot in the day and that was the sharing of some good news with me. One of my Techs had her little girl. She came into this world and has brightened up my day. What a cute little thing she is.

baby Leighton

It is the ever ongoing replacement of my generation with a new young crop of souls that makes my soul hopeful that all will be well in the future. We seek renewal. We see a fresh view of life. We seek calm and peace and love and goodness.... My generation will not bring that. I hate to admit that fact. It is going to be up to the young people to make a lasting change in the world. I did not want to bring kids into this world. Years ago, I sensed that I would not be a Father. I somehow knew my world was going to be a rough place, during my lifetime. Well, at least I was right about that. But, I look at this little soul and I see hope. I see someone who will succeed. I see a possibility for a real solution. Isn't she beautiful? 

I Would Like to Teach the World to Sing in Perfect Harmony

It has been a while since I was here last for a post. Since I do not try to fill my brain with the angering and upsetting news from around the world, I actually do not seem to be inspired to write much any more. But, tonight, I will spend just a little time telling a few tales and see what you make of it.

It is bleak in Japan. The disaster suffered there is going to be a huge obstacle to overcome in the future. The clean up and reconstruction of the hardest hit areas will take a great deal of time and resources. Perhaps we all need to pitch in and help. The Nuclear plants which were damaged are beyond hope. They are all damaged and many are melted down and releasing tremendous amounts of radioactive isotopes and contamination. Remember, radioactive materials are cumulative in nature. They do not just go away unless they have a very short half-life. That nightmare will be a part of all our lives for a very long time. Protect yourself and keep your ears open for news and warnings. I can only say, you are going to have to listen to alternative areas of information to get the news regarding radiation. The government and the national press are not going to tell you much at all. It is a business kind of thing I guess. As of today, California is reporting in places 181 times higher levels of radioactive iodine isotopes showing up in rain water this past week. I will just leave you to ponder that little tidbit of news.

As far as the Middle East and North Africa goes, things are not looking good there. We have Marines poised to put boots on the ground in Libya. Thousands of civilians are getting killed on both sides of the conflict. Deteriorated Uranium ammunitions is being used and you know what that means.

Our National debt grows daily by leaps and bounds.  You know what that means too.

So, is there any bright spot in the world to talk about? Yes! It is that spot within. I have been thinking a great deal about my own space in this world and beyond. It is struggling to find some peace once again. But, I am doing it every day, more and more, by looking towards the reality of my own life. When I tune out the world, I become a better person. I know, YOU ARE SAYING THAT IS NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO LIVE LIFE....  You are right.  But, there is no way I can solve anything other than my own condition.

Last week, I had a chance to go to our little home in Moulton. It was such a breath of fresh air for my body and mental health. I kept busy doing things and not thinking about the world. My world shrunk down to 3d acres of land and a little house. My conflicts were with tall grass and brambles. My debt worries were confined to how much it was going to cost to mow the grass and fill up my old pickup truck. The troubles of my world involved finding time between projects to make a good meal. My radiation worries amounted only to how much sun I was going to get while gardening and being outside under that wonderful blue sky.  The noise of an angry world was just not there because all I heard was the song of a bird. I had time to make some specialized tools for myself and for Angela's pottery needs. To feel the smoothness of a piece of wood in my hands being transformed into a long shaping tool for tall vases was very relaxing. To have a fallout of wood shavings and sanding dust covering my floor to my workshop was not that bad. When I grew tired, I had a hot cup of coffee and I was renewed. I managed to mow two acres of land and have time to clean up both mowers before putting them back in the shed. My only regret was upsetting the three squirrels who had taken up residence in my storage shed above the roll up door. They were just as surprised as I was when they flew off the door to the ground as I opened up the mower storage area.

I had some time to start a new book. I watched a funny movie. I cooked and ate some healthy food. I slept in one morning. I got my feet dirty walking barefoot in the yard. I had a long conversation with my best friend about everything....

Life was different for me for two days. I came back early to work this past weekend, and Angela followed Saturday afternoon. We had a wonderful meal out and I was excited to see just how beautiful my Wife is when we went out. She wore a new dress and WOW, she look good. Austin was alive that night. There were people everywhere, enjoying themselves. The world seemed a great place to be!



Two days ago, I was listening to some beautiful music being sung by a man in his 80s. He had a voice that was out of this world. Even though I do not speak his language, I enjoyed the song so much. It was one of those songs that sends you into a trance of beauty. When the song ended, I found myself almost crying. I thought, what a waste of talent. This man could have been singing to the entire world, his beautiful songs, for a very long time, but, his talent went unheard the bulk of his life because he lived in a country that politically was ostracized from my world. Then, I thought, there must be millions of voices in this world that I will never hear. Billions of songs that will not be sung and recorded and shared with us all. So much beauty lost to politics and conflict and dogma....  Sad isn't it? Make a commitment to share a song with this world. Spread a  bit of beauty from one human to another tomorrow and every day. Embrace your friends and tell them you love them. And, ask them to do the same. Perhaps, one by one, that song will be heard around the world and that embrace will reach out and take the world in the collective arms of all mankind.  It is a dream worth dreaming.

News from the Edge | Big Breasted Women Have Higher I.Q.s | unknowncountry

News from the Edge | Big Breasted Women Have Higher I.Q.s | unknowncountry

I knew there was a reason I loved my Wife so much.... she is a very smart cookie!

"Re: Your Brains" by Jonathan Coulton - Moontalk Productions [HD]

I am not an office worker!!!! Is this really the way office life is????

The Sun is Sending us Gifts

As some of you may know, this is the beginning of the next big Solar Cycle. We are being blasted with Solar Flares on a regular basis and some of them are tremendous. This tentacle of plasma is spectacular.

Ownership of All Life Ebook by Jon Rappoport - Marketplace

Ownership of All Life Ebook by Jon Rappoport - Marketplace

If you are worried about a hidden agenda in the world. Start with this book to cement that worry into your mind.

LIVE Remote Viewing Demonstration

So, clear you mind and try this. Don't analyze what you are drawing. Tap in to the matrix of information and go with it. When you are finished, then you can put it all together and decipher the information you collected and come up with an answer.

FORT MILL | Tampered road signs warn of zombies, tanks on SC 160 | The Herald - Rock Hill, SC

FORT MILL | Tampered road signs warn of zombies, tanks on SC 160 | The Herald - Rock Hill, SC

With all the local road construction, I happened to get a little chuckle from this article. I believe if I saw this sign on the new State Hyw. 130 which runs parallel to Hyw. 183, I would slow down and keep an eagle eye out for anything suspicious crawling across the pavement.

A Little Light

I've been away for a while. I am trying to redirect this part of my life to a better place. I need to be more positive and therefore, I am working on letting go of the negative influences in life. That is a good thing. I was going to give up this blog. I had decided that it was not worth writing any more. But, I am going to try to be a little lighter in my subject matter. No more radiation. No more war talk. No more New World Order. I will confess, this is going to be hard for me. I get so wrapped up in those subjects. I think I have been brainwashed. So, I will do my best to be a little light in this world for a while.