Thursday, December 21, 2006

Sundown in Christmastown!

One of my other favorite parts of Christmas are the spectacular fights! Every year I look for my favorite cartoon and my favorite movie. They are the things that mark Christmas for me in TV land. These guys are classic. Look at this brute. My, isn't he a handsome one. He loves it hot!!! Nashville is a very warm place this Christmas. It appears there may be no white Christmas in store. The hotter of two brothers, Heat Miser is running the show! Even the reindeer are migrating back north. All his friends complain about the spandex in his wardrobe and that whatever he touches: starts to melt Preferred temperature: 100 degrees Special abilities: Projecting heat rays; concentrating warmth from the sun and heating up geographic areas; making flames appear from thin air Known weaknesses: A bad temper that could lead to impulsive mistakes.

The cooler brother, Snow Miser is a bit scrawnier than HM. This allows him to be easily bullied by his older, wiser brother. He is definitely a momma's boy and all his friends say whatever he touches, turns to snow Preferred temperature: Freezing Special abilities: Projecting "cold" rays; lowering the temperature of geographic areas and causing it to snow; making hats out of snow (and turning them back into snow again) Known weaknesses: Much more relaxed (lazier?) than Heat Miser.

The two are always fighting. This latest rumble has spilled over into the WWF and has become a monsterous brawl. In the end, the victor stood on the head of the other. He is the reining champion for nearly a decade. Click here to see who won.... If only I could turn these two lose on mean holiday shoppers. [...need more dirt on HM and SM, get it all here!]


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A Dark New Year of Bright Promise!

dark angel ascending

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened! ...and I looked into the heavens like a long stranger cast from a comfortable home, enraged by my absense. No longer will I walk or be denied access to the sky. I will FLY the furious soar of destiny! This will be the year....

That's my motto going into the new year. I have waited and paid dues for long enough. One can only poise on the ledge so long; then he must fall or jump. I choose to fling myself mercilessly upward with a prisioners and no captives....


Thursday, December 14, 2006

Who Really Decides...

US Obesity at an All-Time High
And Wisconsin's health statistics highlight the consequences.

According to recent statistics from national and international health organizations, Americans are among the fattest people on earth. The National Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reports that in the United States, obesity has risen at an epidemic rate during the past 20 years. Dr. Jennifer Zebrack, Assistant Professor of Medicine (General Internal Medicine) at the Medical College of Wisconsin, reports that 34% of all Americans are overweight – defined as having a Body Mass Index of 25.0 to 29.9 – and 30.5% are obese, defined as having a Body Mass Index of 30.0 or higher. Dr. Zebrack points out that it’s not just adults who are becoming problematically heavy, but children and adolescents as well; about 13% of children and adolescents in the US are now seriously overweight. Read More....

Isn't it odd that the world of "high fashion" is inundated with models size "0" or less when most women seem are of a far different proportion. It must be tough being today's American Woman. Children are even getting plastic surgery. Every magazine cover I see reads: "lose this, cut that, you're too, be better, etc." Is there ever a point that someone will say, "hey, you're perfect just the way you are, please, don't ever change..." Oh, nevermind, the world is run by men's desires and fantasies and nobody likes to be left out; hence a self-perpetuating market.

Monday, December 11, 2006

The GRINCH...a real american hero!

Micheal, the Grinch

I only have a few heros. I rarely get "star-struck" as it were; and I have met a few. One of my most enduring heroes and I use the term lightly; perhaps favorite mascot is more appropriate, is the GRINCH. Great love wrapped in a maleable wrapper. He's got cool little feet, squirrly fingers and a wienny dog to boot. Great colors leave everyone else green with envy.

The Smell of Rot; change or be changed...

There are very few things that really ever just stay the same. In fact, the only thing I can find that doesn't change is change! Everything changes one way or the other. Either you change it or it changes you; either way, change wins. I remember being someone who changed often; just for the thrill and the unpredictability it generated by the onlookers. Having tried so many things, I reached a point of pick and choose what to change and/or keep the same. That experience has led me to rely on my instincts almost 99% of the time. Occassionally, I am surprisingly wrong; but I save those for one hand.

It doesn't take long to see beyond a person or situation or location and see, even begin to smell the stench of rot. What do I mean by that? (I thought you would never ask) As change happens, we should begin to notice and evaluate ourselves based on the frequency of situations or consequences ..... common denominators of our character, if you will. I have often been quoted at "fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, I don't think so!" While on the surface it sounds like a good montra; the seductive underbelly breeds a contempt for humanity, a lack of trust (for good) in people and/or life. That's one of my things I have to keep in check. Fruit on a tree that isn't picked, rots. People who don't learn, rot. Minds that aren't fed, rot. Restraint that isn't exercised, rots. So many degrees of rot; but in the end, rot is rot.

Sometimes, its hard to remain positive in any form or fashion. However; that's typically just a "brain trick" — too much emotion in the place of rationale. Those two have to be kept in opposite corners. The skirt of emotion is far too short for the eyes of logic. [...that's another blog for another day...] I hate to see good potiential go to waste; even if its mine. It is hard to stay focused, dilligent, looking for the next or newest piece of knowledge, to maintain a constant mental hunger; but that is what I consider a major dogma of arriving at a "ripe ole age" with very little, if any "rot." Someone once said, "vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others." What an incredible quote. I NEVER want to be blind; I just don't want to only see what is "presented" for me; the art of looking beyond, through and past are FAR more appetising! Cry Havok, and let lose the rotting dogs who love war!


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Fragile Strength...We Love Weakness

If you think you read this blog before; you havent. Keep reading. I went to work this morning like any other. It is a beautiful morning in Nashville; the sky is slathered with brilliant oranges along the edges of clouds as the sun climbs up from the dark cold night. I have a million thoughts this morning; but I will attempt to blog them one at a time. I witnesssed something this morning that defies explanation. A wreck that ALMOST happened.

I am driving down 6 lanes of traffic at a "comfortable 60 mph" when I notice a cloud of smoke ahead of me about 4 car lengths pop up. It's the thick dark blue/black rubber kind of smoke; immediately followed by the burning rubber smell. As the smoke cleared and I slowed, it became visible. An 18-wheeler had locked its brakes to avoid a worse tradgedy. My eyes followed the black melted smoking scratches on the asphalt to a near union of metals. There was a woman in a forest green Nissan Titan Truck facing the opposite way on the interstate with another silver truck only inches from the passenger side front fender. The woman and I made eye contact as traffic stopped to allow her to cross two lanes to right her direction. I saw NO dings or hanging metals or sign of what should have been a horrible sight. Traffic continued back to its pace with the 18 wheeler now along side me in the parallel lane. I never saw where the woman went; but I will give her kudos for looking most well-composed and handling her vehicle well this Wednesday I24W morning.

We, "people" are so very fragile. There are few days that go by that you don't hear of someone losing an arm or leg or life in some turn of events. How easily our parts are pinched off by unyielding metal, mass or force. Oh sure, we can operate and make some repairs through modern medicine; but it's never quite the same. We lack the power to go back and make what happened NOT happen. We lack the power to unharm ourselves; only to "choose" to recover to the best of our limited ability. Some say that "we" are all little "Gods."

Well we AIN'T! Isn't it odd that weakness is really the norm. How many 'Rocky's' are running around boxing? How many other Titans are there worth remembering? Take Bill Clinton (she did; but Hillary took him back)... He lied to us and a million other things; but really, we luv some good ole Bill Clinton. Bill is for the people. Was he weak, yep, on some fronts. That's OK! We ALL ARE and we like that in leaders. We feel more connected. Sure, everybody laughed and scoffed at the testimonies inspite of Americans not running out to buy blue dresses. Still...most LOVE Bill. Maybe it was because gas was cheaper. Maybe we like great neckties. Maybe there is a little hypocrit in everyone. Maybe we even enjoy the magic of musicians — music apparantly is like a moral credit card — no glove required....maybe fame is the more appropriate word.

Sure there are some great role models out there. But by and large, the ultimate legal defense remains...."but what would YOU have done." Hmm...somehow when the light is shown back on us....we decline comment and walk away as history continues writing in the sand; only to look up and inquire of its accusers.... What will be our contribution to history --- to waller in the mud of mediocrity and dip in the pool of the odd normal so we can exit like everyone else......


Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Are you Naughty or Nice?

Are you Naughty or nice
Your Result: your Naughty! wild thing!

You were born to be bad. Naughty by nature, you've tried everything at least once and aren't afraid to get your hands - or the rest of you - dirty when opportunity knocks. Whether that means plotting for advancement at work or toying with somebody's affections, you're willing to break the rules. As long as you're having a laugh and getting ahead, anything goes. And it is fun to defy convention every once in a while, but you're walking a bit of a tightrope. Every so often, try listening to that little angel on your shoulder who keeps saying "no!" - it's okay to be nice sometimes. In the meantime, keep being bad and enjoy yourself. Just don't throw caution entirely to the wind.

Your Nice! all sugar, no spice!
Are you Naughty or nice

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Long Trip Home

The thoughts streaked across my mind like Geogia summer lightning. It was the last leg of the flight as the valley girls in the row ahead of me continued chatting in their shrill high voices like nails on a chalkboard. In fact, their mouths never closed. Typically I would just block out the noise; but the high pitched, exaggerated enunciation and condescending tone always strikes me deeper than others.

The metallic bird pushed off as my wife reminded me that we almost missed the flight. Her head already buried in Soduku as her pencil struglged to make sense of the puzzle before her. The man opposite me doing the same...burried in Soduku. I am a creative. A native Applean (macintosh), we tend to be Circulars (we sense energies and don't operate necessarily in straight lines). I have very little use for numbers not associated with my wallet. The Linears (numbers people) seem to love this puzzle game. I began sketching and cloud observation, always hoping I might notice some UFO in the distance or closer.

It had been a great week with my sweetie. It was good helping her with the Reading Teachers. We spent time with her friend of many years who resides in Salt Lake City. I am always amazed at the way families intergrate visitors into their busy schedules. Of course, they were most gracious. I was thrilled to get to know her husband, Keith, a military man most of his days and to see their son, Zack again. Zack has major artistic talent and I would even venture to say some theatre in his future too.

I remembered the $100 bill laying on the floor of the airport tram between the woman's shoes. I assumed it was a $20 at first; unable to conceive how someone would so easily lose track of their money. She was so shocked that I had pointed it out to her, her hanging mouth was the only thanks I received as I exited at my gate. I wondered if it had really been hers; I figured God would sort it out. I did the right thing; however, I like coming home with more than I left. I "encourage" my Mrs. to always be aware of her surroundings. In the immortal words of Kenny Rodgers, "You never count your money when your sitting at the table..." Discretion prevents victims. I nodded my way back to Nashville.

Isn't it odd in a crowded plane with a captive audience that most would prefer to just be alone. Isn't it odd that our opportunities to meet new people is preoccupied by the ones we already know? Evenmoreso; we prefer the comfort of the devils we know. Maybe it is not that odd; just normal. We tend to want what we don't have; not have what we want. You can't always get what you want; but if you try real hard, you just might get what you need. Home again, home again, jig a dee jig.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween...more alive than dead!

It was once my favorite holiday. It was like being an extemely old person; it was the one day I could probably get away with anything and/or do anything odd without being overly noticed. Alas, we grow older and mature. But in the before time....ah what a day.

The origin of Halloween
The origin of Halloween dates back to the Celtic festival of fire, Samhain ( pronounced sow-in ). The Celts celebrated their New Year on the 1st of November. This day marked the end of summer and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with death. They believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred and the spirits of the dead returned to earth. To commemorate the event, the Druids built huge sacred bonfires, to give strength to the sun and to scare away any mischievous spirits. During the celebration, the Celts wore costumes, typically consisting of animal heads and skins, and attempted to tell each other's fortunes. In the seventh century, as Christianity spread in to Britain, the Catholic church  designated the 1st day of November as All Saints' Day, a time to honour saints and martyrs. The church was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was called All-hallows or All-hallowmas ( from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day ) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. In the eleventh century, the church made the 2nd November All Souls' Day, a day to honour the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. Together, the three celebrations, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.

Halloween Superstitions
If you caught a snail on Halloween night and locked it into a flat dish by morning you would see the first letter of your sweetheart written in the snail’s slime.
Many people believed that owls would swoop down to eat the souls of the dying.
A superstition stemming from African beliefs is no talking at the dinner table, no one could speak, not even a whisper, and it was believed that the silence would encourage spirits to come to the table.
If a candle flame suddenly turns blue there is a ghost nearby.
If you ring a bell on Halloween it will scare evil spirits away.
If you see a spider on Halloween it could be the spirit of a dead loved one who is watching you.
You should walk around your house three times backwards and counter clockwise before sunset on Halloween to ward off evil spirits.
A person born on Halloween can see and talk to spirits.
To prevent ghosts from coming into the house on Halloween bury animal bones or a picture of an animal near the doorway.
If a bat flies around a house three times it is a death omen.


Friday, October 20, 2006

Ahhh...Villians of Honor, the Sith

I just recently saw Star Wars III, Revenge of the Sith. Odd as it seems, I have never seen Star Wars or even been able to get deeply into it. I don't remember where I was or what I was doing when the saga began; but I wasn't sitting in a dark theater shoveling popcorn through my lips from the edge of my seat. Nothing personal; just never connected. I was probably working. Anyway... I like the Sith. I like villians with honor. Yes, young Skywalker had to do some terrible things for his immortality, but his seemless union with the Dark Side was fascinating. His descent into darkness not told quite well is a marvelous evolution, dipped in chocolate dark. The sun shines even darker from the unbridled "force" no longer restricted by small minds and inefficeint emotional germs. It's odd to me how his "friends" (the all-knowing Jedi) could never communicate or connect with his true needs or hungers. It's odd how the "common enemy" was able to deliver with a bonus. The "common enemy" was able to show him compassion and confidence and welcome him as a son. Not only was the Sith able to promise power "someday" but to demonstrate power "now" and deliver it a on a silver platter. But best of all, the Sith knew when he was needed and he "immediately" went to claim his fallen herald, even from the clutches of death. Hey, that's cool...who needs a Jedi when there are faithful Sith with far more power and access to more. Ah yes, enter Vader; let the music begin ....


Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Are We Who We Think We Are?

We have studied the earth. We have studied its creatures. We have studied ourselves. Does that knowledge equal fact or perception? Can our perceptions mold fact?

I have been watching a fantastic show on NBC called Heroes on Monday nights. The Plot: A group of seemingly ordinary people around the world discover that they may have incredible special abilities. However, with responsibility comes terrible danger as they try to come together and avoid those who would like to capture them. A male nurse begins having strange dreams in which he can fly and begins to wonder if he really can, a 15 year old cheerleader finds out that she is indestructible and can regenerate and heal, an online stripper struggling to support her son, begins to see her strange and terrifying images of herself in the mirror and wonders if her reflection is alive, a junkie painter can paint future events, and a struggling Japanese businessman finds out he can not only manipulate time, but that he can also time travel as well. As they discover their powers, evil begins to hunt them in the form of a powerful and shady businessman/scientist who wants to find out more about them.

I am thrilled by the possibility that "ordinary" people can evolve into "extraordinary" beings but still appear just the same as everyone else. I grew up on mutants and aliens; not to mention, great power at the price of permanent disfugurement. But those are old heroes and villians. Personally, I don't know that it would have mattered to me whether hero or villian so long as I had the great power. Sad; but honest. I am not sure that has changed. Besides, one man's hero is another man's villian. What are we to ourselves vs to everyone else? What greatness lies betwixt the folds of our brain's unused portions?


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Lurking Reality Reflected

The reflection of our nature leaves us screaming "monsters"
like madmen in the shadow of the moon hiding from the Son.

The monsters and the evils of the world all begin with human existence. Even from birth, some humans are just plain bad. Occassionally, even the mother must admit the truth and cower in fear and humiliation. Perhaps they come from somewhere else that way. Perhaps at the time of conception, they were injected with evil. Perhaps man's basic nature ultimately finds its way to the surface as evil. I don't fear demons or monsters. Everything dies or can be led to that end. Only one being has the ultimate say in the universe and sometimes, when I am not myself, He calls me friend. In theory, a coin has two sides. In theory, it will land on one side just as easily as the other. In theory, it takes no more energy to choose light than dark. In reflection, the coin did not start from 90 degrees; but 45 toward the darkest of directions. 90 degrees was re-established at the cross. It may have been old and rugged; but it wasn't leaning.


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Oh Seething Unblackness...Behold the Light!

If we had no eyes, would there still be light? If we had no eyes, could we see better?
The light has a way of dominating everything, including the darkness. While the Dark would plot to destroy the Light; they are interdependent. There cannot be one without the other. No heaven without a Hell. No ground without a sky. No winner without a loser. The strongest bird with the mightiest wings must still have the air to fly.

Cry havok and let slip the wolves of Light.


Friday, September 15, 2006

With Great Power....

With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility!
(...and requires great discipline not to misuse it.)

Home for me is where the heroes are. My first friends never disappointed. Always greeting me with bright colors and dynamic action in big words, these heroes were on planes I could only aspire to. That hasn't changed much. These days I look for regular people doing extraordinary things to aspire to. Not that it requires any super-human abilities...just the will to do what is right when it may never make a difference.


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

A Little Soul; A Lotta Rot

I recently heard a quote that put things into a lasercut clarity. It goes like this:

You are a little soul carrying around a corpse.

- Epictetus. Greek philosopher associated with the Stoics, AD 55-c.135

Man appears on the scene of time in his arrogance assuming he is immortal like his creator. He assumes that he can do anything, be anybody, conquer any foe. Even worse; he trumpets that he can control himself. Like blades of grass, we spring up young and strong.

Like trees, we grow strong and tall and bear fruit. Like a city after the worst flood, time washes it all away leaving no hint of anything before. Our time is limited. That is the nature of things. Thus far it cannot be changed and if we really thought about it and could; would we?

Everybody cries. Everybody eats. Everybody expells. Everybody dies. If our souls have any energy left after carrying a corpse around for it's sentenced time; what freedom lies north?


Thursday, August 31, 2006

The Scars; Mortal Proof

Those who are not scarred BY history will be scarred FROM it.

There is something horrible than senseless tradgedy. While some things can be avoided had we just taken someone's advice, damage happens; carnage occurs. The universe is bent on it.
What happens when the reality of scars clashes with the morality of a generation? Scars don't hide well. They show up. They creep into our lives and overflow into other people's realities for generations to come. Scars are our badges, our proof that we exist in spite of ourselves or the world around us. We faced the world and kept surviving. What doesn't kill us; makes us stronger or does it? Can you count the fatherless? Can you number the homeless? Are we ravaged with single-parent homes? Are we drinking, whoring, wasting, pimping ourselves away? Are we dying from the inside out? Will we now turn and enslave ourselves?


Monday, August 28, 2006

Doing Nothing Humor

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him,
"Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"
The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.
All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story is:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


Thursday, August 24, 2006

Early Indications of the Day

...sometimes it is just better to have stayed in the bed. There is always another or better day coming.


Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Get Up Again...

I have said that I wanted to have a near-death experience that wouldnt hurt, mame, or leave damaged anything about me. I am fascinated by the power to get up from the grave. I have been to many funerals lately and it's odd to watch people's reactions to death. There really aren't that many different reactions; typically only 3 or 4. The great master painters studied those reactions and recorded them in their paintings.

If you get up or know the road back, can you be followed? Are we already dead trying to get back to life?


Monday, August 21, 2006

The Yawn of Perception

Perception is always viewed through something —
our successes,
our failures,
our fears,
our doubts...
...even our hopes.

Can we really ever trust our perceptions or will they forever be ruled by the tinted shades of life.


Thursday, August 17, 2006

Word Webs - In My Spider's House

It is a gift. It is a curse. The craft of weaving the select units of communication, words like fresh morning spider webs, sticky to every part that fuels feverish need, bypassing the tests of reason and renders directly to the physio-emotional neanderthal that refuses the muse of civilization. Come hither, saunter slowly as the aroma of allure clouds your mind and lifts your feet, one trailing the other helplessly, without weight or effort. Come hither, feel your ears turn from their lobes that would defy listening to the wordsmith siren whispering in the darkness. Come hither, the words leaking from the tips of his fingers like honey from your own simmering pot, saunter slowly forward with a grace beyond gravity. Isn't my beautiful web glorious. It is the finest in all of France. You may cease your advance at anytime, it's ok, that's up to you. What harm could be rendered by anything so delicately beautiful like helium on a string, lighter than the atoms of thought itself.

What is it, that I would quicken your heart from planets away. What is it, that I might sing a song to your soul without opening my mouth for a million lifetimes. Such is the craft. It is a gift. It is a cuse. Come hither into my most beautiful web and rest for an eternity; til one page is hidden by another turning.

!!!!!!(real spider)
real spider2:
(black widow:

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

The Power of Lonliness

Lonliness — the world is loaded with people who experience it daily. I have rarely had a problem with being "alone" but I have occassionally been lonely. I rather fancy being "alone" for the most part; other than my typical quality time. Lonlines has the power to focus one in on oneself. If you don't like who your with, you're screwed. You are with you everywhere you go. I suspect most are afraid of being with themselves for fear of what they might discover. I typically have know what there was to discover and have little fear of such revelations. It's hard work being alone and equally hard to enjoy the loud solitude of lonliness. I guess I was lucky, though it didnt feel like it at the time, I grew up alone and lonely most of my life. I grew to enjoy it and accept that I was occassionally different from other people who preferred to be somewhere else. Now it's all the more true..."I" prefer to be without them.


Friday, August 11, 2006

Nevermore! Again and Again and Again

Poetic Fridays..........

Today I give you just a few lines from one of my very favorite writers, poet even, Mr. Edgar Allan Poe — master of the macabre.

The Raven
by Edgar Allen Poe
"....‘Prophet!’ said I, ‘thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— 
On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— 
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore’ 
Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore’. "

....its kinda like Final Destination 3 — how is that possible if the first one was final, nevermore/evermore....

Thursday, August 10, 2006

L.A.M. Bastings; Illumination Unfolding ....


I need to feed my mind with positive things.
Today is just worse than others.
Today I need to receive; but I am only comfortable with giving.
Too proud to say I want... too out of touch to say what...
too much feeling sorry for myself with no rational reason.
Tomorrow is a new day.
See, I'm already doing better. beautifully said: author: withheld; but blessed....
p.s. I have 14 glow-in-the-dark smilies; u can have one....:D

It could always be worse, you could be me....

Bed sharing 'drains men's brains'

This article caught my attention. Obviously it caught yours too...keep reading. Of course, there are a million stories that come to mind; none of which I will share here. Evenmoreso; a thousand giggling backhanded thoughts greet even more insinuations. All ignored. Nonetheless, who is spending money on these juicy tidbits of irrelevance. OK, so it is entertaining.
Sharing a bed with someone could temporarily reduce your brain power - at least if you are a man - Austrian scientists suggest. When men spend the night with a bed mate their sleep is disturbed, whether they make love or not, and this impairs their mental ability the next day. The lack of sleep also increases a man's stress hormone levels. According to the New Scientist study, women who share a bed fare better because they sleep more deeply.

For the contiuation of this story, please proceed here.

....the normal can be so odd...........M

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Alternate Hell, Dungeon of the Mind!

Assume Your Throne!

In the before time, I was always afraid that someday I would wake up to discover I was someone else or that my identity had been hidden from me until a specific time. Not that it makes any sense; but it happened just the same. Sometimes, I am still not sure it's not true. I only hope it is someone good.

Biblically speaking, Paul urges us to constantly renew our minds. This concept refers to our knowledge of the scriptures, as well as the power of refreshing that comes from remembering the reasons for our choices, successes and most victorious moments. Since the human is such a fantasticly designed machine, the power of it's mind allows memories to recreate the "energy" from any remembered moment; even as far down as the sensation of the smell, temperature, texture, heartbeat, etc. of said moment and revive them into the "now" no matter how long ago.

Biblically speaking, we are also warned not to "covet," which is wanting something someone else has. Again, whatever we harness the power of our focus upon, becomes our state of mind. The human is capable of great good and even worse evil. There is so much to be said about what we as people can actually do. Created a bit lower than the angels, Man is given some "god-like" powers and dominion over the earth with a charge to become "Christ-like," who is fully man and fully God. I am not sure I have my brain wrapped ALL the way around that one yet...but what a skull full. Anyway, there are oodles of "success stories" that involve people who set their mind to something or decided many years ago that some event/situation was going to take place and they kept that dream until it manifested. Hence; the power of the mind is not to be taken lightly and if we should dare to vent it on the torment of someone else; woe unto them and us.

I guess the point of all this is whatever you get out of it. Don't limit yourself or your mind to irrelevant creates very tiny, dark dungeons. It so easy to give up at the things we fail at often; but tomorrow does not have to be determined by today or yesterday. At the same time, actions have consequences. Think wisely.


Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Cacoon of Flesh

I have come to see the body as merely a cacoon for the spirit. The spirit lives on after we, the body, are melted away into the earth of its origins. This invisible energy that is injected or wrapped by this cacoon of flesh has great and alarming capacities. We struggle to understand it; but really, we are clueless to its real potential. We spend a great deal of effort and fuss on something that is going to be torn apart like expensive wrapping paper on a 2 yr old's birthday gift. We daily feed the spirit inside with very little consideration of what is good for it; but more so for the worthless cacoon wrapped around it. Then we wake up some day much more aged than before and wonder why our spirit has cancer...closely followed by rage toward God for not fixing it or stopping it from happening to us. The horrifying truth: we subjected ourselves to an outcome of our own choices and appetites.


Friday, August 04, 2006

Dark Friday, Thunder Asunder!

The ground shook in fear from the terrible approach of angry thunder. The light had been chased away by the black clouds beginning to congregate heavily outside my window. I knew there was trouble coming. Anyone would have known...all the signs were there. I tried to remain calm; keeping my head cleared just in case I needed my brains more than good sense. It was no secret how much I loved storms. The question that began to creep in wasn't love; but an overwhelming sense of danger. Was it just my sixth sense or an overactive imagination realizine the brute force of nature.

As I continued looking out the window, I noticed the American Flag being whipped in the wind across the street; bellowing in the rage of the wind...writhing like whelps on human skin. The litter scampered from the ground to the sky, sauntering in altitudes as the wind whisked along the cold gray aspalt. It was building. Everything was in chorus with the approaching storm. It's hostile takeover of everything not nailed to the ground was more than apparant. Trees began to bow to the coming wind gods like subjects to merciless royalty.

.....just an odd Friday

I Found Nemo!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Lust for Darkness

I stood outside myself and watched me
in the mirror peering back...all of them...

I was reading a friend's blog concerning our lust for the overwhelming power of the darkside and the struggle to control or manage its allure. It was something that I understood perfectly. Like the instruments in a grand symphony, the dark forces have played their melodic tones in the core of my being since before I knew who or that they were there. I "assume" that everyone has them or has heard their sirens.

I know for me that I seriously doubt that I would have survived without them; or at least that is how they have convinced me. I grew up a nerd with almost no friends and relatives might as well have been enemies. In fact, comic books were my only friends for a very long time. Other than church, there were very few places I ever felt at home and even that didn't last much longer. The only people I got along with were my teachers ... people who usually much older than I; guess I am an 'old soul.' I noticed after several years of bullying and solitude, a great rage had grown without notice. The years of helpless nerddom had created its own savior down deep, fueled by the graciousness of the darkside. The darkside never ask me to jump through any hoops or hold my tongue to the left or seek it out after hours or days need. It was always easily available with a welcoming embrace. Even now the words smatter my mind before I can type them, urgently bouncing like hail against the inside of tender fingertips to get out before the freedom to do so is gone.

The good news is still the "Good News"! I continue to assimulate the dark energy into light energy. I do believe in good; bad is just easier. Over time I have strived to not hate—but somethings will always be on that list including laziness, sloth, noncommittment, victimizing the innocent, etc.

Door closing...... I think I am empty or at least ending this one...too many memories coming back. L. Ron Hubbard was right on with Dianetics. We are who we started out and maybe we never get over it...we just get better at hiding it from ourselves.


Monday, July 31, 2006

We Are What We Eat, Hear, See!

I was driving down the interstate Saturday and something caught my eye. It was a poor baby choking in the back seat of a car! No, no sibling sitting in the back seat with their hands around the little one's neck...maybe it was worse. Instead two parents sitting in the front seats were smoking up a storm. There were no windows cracked or down. I had to turn away as I thought about little Johnny in the back seat choking on second hand smoke. I continued thinking about it.

If there were someone actually hurting their baby, I bet they would be up in arms.
I bet if someone were praying about God around their baby, they would be up in arms.
I bet if someone were feeding their child poison, they would be up in arms.

How odd the normal has become.

I wonder how much more careful I should be when not paying attention to what I see, hear and eat. Are we not all just large fetuses with invisible cords connected to our friends, the media and our own selfish wants/ambitions drinking in desperate hopes of choking long before the pain sets in from seeing all the dark pain, despair and junk littering our everyday lives?

Thank God for love and Jesus — or there really would be NO HOPE for us and our appetites......


Friday, July 28, 2006

The Value of Time -- Lost, Cherished, Missed...MORE!

Here it begins....the "now." It's always now when it's a question of when. Everyone wants more time; and when it's all gone — it isn't more money, cars, chicks, dudes, houses, trips or etc. that people want more of. It's time! Whoa be unto the day when we figure out how to bottle or sell more time.

Even our memories will be bottled someday and sold. What is science fiction today is tomorrow's reality. The world is being prepared for many "unmentionables" to come including "contact" which may undermine every check and balance we are acustomed to enjoying or ignoring.

On the other hand...the image above really generates some other thoughts about another blog topic/idea. Hmmm...."oh the mind when it studies......"


Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Death Lurking in Life

L — I — F — E! It's the thing we wade thru each day ...
moaning til it has fallen into yesterday so we can begin the same lathargic crawling swagger again.

I see it lurking...death.....right in the middle of life. It's the one thing that stops every hope, dream and destiny in one felled swoop. It has the power to stop the greatest juggernaut in its tracks, immoblized like marble at just the thought of it. Is it philosophical mumbo jumbo....."death lurking in the middle of life?"

LIfe and Death are the same coin; just opposite sides, carried in the pockets of Time or Eternity. Time is the left pocket, opposite of Eternity...which has a hole in it. Eternity tends to be air-tight, no runs, drips or errors....just perfectly continual. Anyway, back to the death in life. There it is lurking right in the middle of life. It's "i f!" If has the power to stop the biggest juggernaut or the cockiest pig — using the worst doubts against one's only fears. "I F"...ringing in the distance like the churchbell at a large funeral, snickering like the first wind before Halloween and running behind every nook and cranny like a desperate mouse just before winter, scurring around for last minutes and last chances. IF...'s just two little letters sitting innocently, propped at the boot of 'L' and the back of 'E."


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Deep Uneasy — Hunting Myself

Come out, come out, where ever you are... I know your in here, myself...

Hmmmm.....what a phrase... the Deep Uneasy....Even the thought of it stills my blood and wretches my stomach. The blood in my brain pauses to mark its location upon uttering such a phrase. How do we decide who we are? What makes us stop to ask, "did I do that?" Something buried down deep inside our darkest, warm parts makes and keeps record of who we are and what we stand for. When something is off radar; that thermostat kicks in to warm things up or cool them off.

I spend time trying to study the mind and how it works, as well as why it works. What a fascinating device. What a phenomenal Creator must have made it. How do we stop ourselves from being ourselves? What makes us do other than what we want or would rather do? Can we reprogram our minds? Paul speaks of "We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:5, NIV). Boy, that seems exhausting. I am certainly no Bible-Thumper or perfect saint; but I have all the respect for someone who is perfect. I do the best I can; really more accurate; we do the best we want to.

What do you do when someone else is so much a part of you that they have all the access codes to everything private about you? How do you kill what's inside without dying yourself? It is certainly true that everything familiar is not necessarily good for you. A soldier trains for combat before he needs to; the same is true for every other walk of life. What do we spend our time training for? It becomes obvious by looking at the battles we lose continuously. The other side of that is being sure we "actually" wanted to win in the first place.

We drive along the highway of life with its potholes, signs, accidents and exits. We know the end; but it is also foreign to us. We know each other; but hide ourselves — thus, we are all strangers.


Isn't It Odd....

Well, yesterday was Independence Day and most folks celebrated with family, fun and fireworks. It wasn't particularly joyful for me. My neighbor came over to tell me the day before that his son was dead. I could not feel right about celebrating next door being aware of his great loss.

As I drove in today, it was raining. My wife had said it was supposed to rain for the next 3 days. After seeing Superman and it's similarity to the Passion; Christ was dead for 3 days and the Trinity is made up of 3 beings--hmmm, how interesting. I couldn't help but wonder if the rain was from the tears of all the fallen who died to ensure and preserve a freedom that so many take for granted. I wondered how many actually thought about them or their families? I hoped that those left behind are not fighting with the government just to get enough money to live each month. I hope all this was just a passing thought only rooted in my own melocholy odd.


Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Great Bizarre

How we marvel at the oddest of things—things beyond our realm of comfort or expectation. We always want what we think we deserve (which is nomal of people) but we never expect to get what we have coming.