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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.