George and I ate at a Chinese restaurant yesterday and when he took the check he gave me my fortune cookie but opened his first and it was empty. Mine said, ” The love of your life will carry you through any circumstance.”
(That was even better than the one that said I have a ‘way with words’ and should write a book.)
My only ‘yes’ was number 7 and it’s a toss-up.
Cooking with cannabis is emerging as a legitimate and very lucrative culinary pursuit. skilled line cooks are leaving respected restaurants to take more lucrative jobs infusing cannabis into food and drinks. In Washington, one of four states that allow recreational marijuana sales, a large cannabis bakery dedicated to affluent customers with good palates will soon open in Seattle. Hundreds of thousands ofÂ cannabis-basedÂ recipes have been shared on TheStonersCookbook.com since 2006.
See more at: http://www.realfarmacy.com/cannabis-coffee/
Taking decorating to new heights! Man paints 3,000 foot high CLIFF FACE bright green because it’s causing bad Feng Shui
- Yang Zhigang got team to spray paint 2,950-feet high cliff in Chongqing
- He said the original white colour was affecting feng shui of his house
- He does not own the cliff face but lives directly opposite the area
- Workers spent more than a week covering the middle section of the cliff
Lucille Ball – Jitterbug Bite
What You Should Know When Jumping Timelines
“Timeline jumping refers to the shifting of awareness from one series of possibilities to another. If you are in one timeline and you do not like how things are unfolding, then you can move to another timeline in which your dreams are more attainable. That’s because life makes use of all possibilities.”
“The people who are wandering blindly through the maze of life are soon going to be able to see. That will help us to solve the puzzle faster and to move on to other dimensions of creation.”
Read more at: http://www.zengardner.com/know-jumping-timelines/
9 Ways (Some Illegal) to Catch Fish for Self-Reliance and Survival
Starbucks’ new Frappuccino contains 400% recommended daily limit of sugar
When someone downs a Starbucks venti frappuccino, it’s probably not the caffeine keeping them addicted, antsy, and wide-eyed. Instead, they are hyper and jumping all over the place because they just downed about 30 cubes of sugar! That’s how much sugar is in the new Starbucks Cinnamon Roll venti frappucccino.
Those who choose My way above their own will, have become yielded and obedient, so My fragrance will permeate their soul, causing them to be sweet and strong at the same time. Allow Me to do so, allow Me, if you let Me, the more you will be changed and you will become sweet just as I Am sweet. Just as I Am sweet and strong, you will be that same way too. Allow Me.
Read more from 5/15/15, here: http://ft111.com/lowe.htm
How to Clean Out Your Spice Cabinet and Organize it—for Good
If you see a spice and can’t immediately picture two or three delicious things you want to cook with it, its days are probably done. You can always get a newer, younger model for not too much money if you buy it from the right place.
When it comes to organizing your spices, I’m a big believer in the kit approach. Chances are you use cloves in the same dishes as allspice, and cumin in the same recipes as coriander. These commonalities are your “kits,” and are best grouped together for easy access.
Is being a critic of Israeli state policies the same as being an anti-Semite?
Recently a battle has begun over the way the U.S. State Department defines the term “anti-Semitic.” As the Los Angeles Times notes, the current State Department version, “defines more general ethnic and religious hatred against Jews but also declares that it is anti-Semitic to demonize Israel, deny Israel’s right to exist, liken Israeli policy to that of the Nazis and blame Israel for all inter-religious tensions.” The Times goes on to note that
57 rabbis from California and 104 University of California faculty members called on UC administrators to adopt that State Department definition when dealing with protests and potential discipline for anti-Semitic statements. They said they did not aim to silence free speech, but they contend that too often protests against Israel have turned into inciting anti-Jewish attitudes. In a letter to UC President Janet Napolitano and the UC regents, the rabbis urged that campus leaders “be trained in using the State Department definition to identify anti-Semitic behavior and to address it with the same promptness and vigor as they do other forms of racial, ethnic and gender bigotry and discrimination.”
Being an anti-Semite means denigrating, persecuting and victimizing a people solely because of the fact they are Jewish. Being a critic of Israel’s policies means criticizing a set of actions undertaken by a government. This seems self-evident, but those who wish to make the equation between anti-Semite and critic of Israeli state policies care less for accuracy and more about silencing and punishing critics with any means available, legitimate or not.
Seals & Crofts – I’ll Play For You
I was endorsed for Congress by Dr. Paul in 2008, and this is a real interesting story. I know some other stories like this story.
The founder of the Oath Keepers group suggested that U.S. Sen. John McCain (R-AZ) be “hung by the neck until dead” for treason – as the Republican president of the Arizona Senate sat beside him.
Stewart Rhodes, a Ron Paul delegate at the 2008 GOP convention, accused McCain, the eventual Republican nominee that year, of treason last week at an event in Tempe,reported Right Wing Watch.
Rhodes and other Paul supporters complained that the “GOP good-ol’-boy network” had conspired to shut them out in 2008 and 2012 at statewide conventions across the country so they could get “their preordained, anointed candidate who would go along with the program of the destruction of this country.”
“He should be tried for treason before a jury of his peers — which he would deny you,” Rhodes continued. “He supports your denial of a jury trial, he supported the (National Defense Authorization Act) saying that he could just have the president slam you into a brig in North Carolina or South Carolina or wherever else he wanted to, try you by military tribunal and have you executed.”
“He would deny you the right for trial to jury, but we will give him a trial for jury, and then after we convict him, he should be hung by the neck until dead,” he added. “But that was their candidate.”
Anthony Bourdain No Reservations – Ecuador
Ecuador looks different. I wonder how I missed out on penis soup? Oh, yeah…
Predicted vs. Actual Enjoyment of Visiting a Gallery, With a Friend and Without
Asleep in 60 seconds: 4-7-8 breathing technique claims to help you nod off in just a minute
- Method has been pioneered by Harvard-trained Dr Andrew Weill
- It involves regulating your breathing to various counts of 4, 7 and 8
- It lets oxygen better fill the lungs, calms the mind and relaxes muscles
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Brownie and Pete
Swingin’ Sister–The Mills Brothers
Somebody loves her.
Somebody loves her too. (She’s also pregnant.)
Cyd Charisse – Waitin’ For My Dearie
The best way to find an airfare online:
Read more at http://investmentwatchblog.com/the-best-way-to-find-an-airfare-online/#PQ3DLfRVW72LMQ8F.99
Fight Dirty: How to Become a Backyard Garden Guerrilla Even If You’ve Never Grown a Tomato
“Does it sound dramatic to state that if things continue on their current path of “sustainability” that we are all going to die? If you think I’m overstating this, read on. The case is clear that we are going to soon be “sustained” right into starvation via Agenda 21.”
Have you been peeling oranges WRONG? New video shows 30-second trick to removing skin with just three cuts of a knife
- YouTube user shares new trick to tackling citrus fruits
- Rumble Viral demonstrates how three slices from a knife will remove skin
- The 32-second video has racked up almost 500,000 views
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-3003961/New-video-shows-30-second-trick-removing-skin-just-three-cuts-knife.html#ixzz3VCqnBObv
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Things can change very, very quickly. (Les Visible)
“One thing for every child of God to keep in mind is that it should be their deepest heart desire to speak and act ONLY by revelation and the unction of the Holy Spirit in all things – for this is precisely what constitutes “perfect” obedience in the Father’s sight.”
….”A man has joy in an apt answer, and how delightful is a timely word!”…. Proverbs 15:23 NASB
See more at: http://jtlmin.com/2015/2015ml3p.pdf
“Great expectation= great faith.”
Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella– Impossible (1965)
I Think We`re Alone Now – Tommy James & The Shondells
People who lie are called liars. Once you’re caught in a lie, or multiple lies as the case may be, your credibility is shot. You’re now open to ridicule and scorn. You can, and should apologize, as Williams has done, but earning back the trust of those you have lied to takes time and is often never achieved. Actions have consequences. Forgiveness? Sure. Trust? Maybe, maybe not.
–J. Matt Barber
“Your soul mate will make you feel like you have a guardian angel by your side.”
10 Signs You Have Found Your Soulmate
Twenty-Five Rules of Disinformation
1. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
Regardless of what you know, don’t discuss it — especially if you are a public figure, news anchor, etc. If it’s not reported, it didn’t happen, and you never have to deal with the issues.
2. Become incredulous and indignant.
Avoid discussing key issues and instead focus on side issues which can be used to show the topic as being critical of some otherwise sacrosanct group or theme. This is also known as the ‘How dare you!’ gambit.
3. Create rumor mongers.
Avoid discussing issues by describing all charges, regardless of venue or evidence, as mere rumors and wild accusations. Other derogatory terms mutually exclusive of truth may work as well. This method works especially well with a silent press because the only way the public can learn of the facts are through such ‘arguable rumors’. If you can associate the material with the Internet, use this fact to certify it a ‘wild rumor’ from a ‘bunch of kids on the Internet’ which can have no basis in fact.
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” – E.E Cummings
Prince wouldn’t let Weird Al do one of his songs.
“Ghost stories, of course, have persisted across every age and every society, no matter how modern or scientific. Something so pervasive, so characteristically human, deserves not to be put down or waved away but seriously investigated. In my estimation, the correspondence of apparitional reports with environmentally sensitive people gives us a significant new way to begin unlocking the puzzle.”
These would be good questions for families, too.
The 36 questions guaranteed to make you fall in love with anyone! Two couples find their soulmates after taking psychologist’s quiz but will it work for YOU?
- In 1997 New York psychologist Arthur Aron made strangers fall in love
- New York Times columnist recently tried the experiment – and says it works
- Here FEMAIL reveals the 36 questions proven to make love happen
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“I’m marching but I’m conscious of the confusion and hypocrisy of the situation.”
In the realm of the “supernatural” [the Kingdom] NOTHING [no “revelation” of God’s
Will and purpose] is impossible. For as one “abides” [dwells] in that realm [true spiritual
positioning before God] in the diligent pursuit of their Kingdom-position and destiny [in Christ]
there is a “constant” flow of faith [and love] rising up to His Throne – a faith and love that will
NEVER be denied.
….”If you live in Me [abide vitally united to Me] and My words remain in you and
continue to live in your hearts, ask whatever you will, and it shall be done for you”…. John 15:7
The Amplified Translation
RESISTING THE ENEMY EFFECTIVELY
Words of prophecy:
* For one to truly keep their eyes “fixed” on My Beloved Son [the Word of God] then they
must be found continually exercising an absolute faith in His “finished” Work [the place called
Done]. For the failure of one to keep their eyes “fixed” on the “finished” Work of My Dear Son
will allow the Enemy to “maintain” his evil schemes against them to a degree – until such a time
as that one gains a revelation of “the place called Done” through a deep and thorough
repentance [change of heart] that will SURELY lead that one into the place of “abiding” in the
perfect liberty that is ALREADY theirs, in Christ.
Note: There is “a place called Done [finished]” – a place wherein one not only begins to grasp
the reality of the “finished work” of the Lord Jesus Christ but “abides” [dwells] there in the
power of the Holy Spirit [Who is the Spirit of Wisdom and Revelation; the Spirit of Love; the
Spirit of Truth; the Spirit of Christ etc;]. In this place [true spiritual positioning] [Ephesians
2:4-6], one comes to the “full” realization of the spiritual reality behind the Cross, the
Resurrection and the Ascension [the fullness of Authority] and, thus, they enter into the fullness
of the stature of Christ [the completeness found in Him] – and from this holy place they come to
appropriate [receive] the fullness of their precious inheritance [salvation – Covenant] and
destiny, in Him [Psalm 25:12-14].
No scheme or schemes of the Enemy [no matter how elaborate] can remain standing in
the light [revelation] of the spiritual reality of the “finished work” of the Cross – where My
Beloved Son TOTALLY disarmed every last power and element of darkness, forever.
“elaborate” – marked by intricate and often excessive detail; complicated;
* My children are ALREADY set free [healed, prosperous] with the perfect liberty that was
bought with a great price at Calvary – but how many have an “abiding” revelation of that
….”Truly I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and cast into the sea,’
and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says is going to happen, it will be
[granted] him. Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe [based on
the finished work of the Cross, the revealed Word of God and the Blood Covenant] that you have
[already] received them, and they will be [granted] you”…. Mark 11:23-24 NASB
Again, it is very important for one facing an attack of the Enemy to begin to
“consistently” speak the Word of God – and/or “revelatory” words that are in perfect alignment
with it [true prophecy etc]. Even if one just simply begins by reading scriptures out loud
[regardless of how oppressed they feel] they must do it – because the very first step of faith in
driving away the Enemy and his tormenting spirits is to resist him by “proclaiming” [lit.
“shouting out loud” – from the Latin origin of the word] the Word of God in his face. If one takes
the step in faith to resist him, God’s Grace will kick in “fully” and peace and joy [which is our
strength] will ensue. There are those that can exercise faith on our behalf [and that is of God]
however, WE must exercise the faith that the Father has called us to exercise in any given
Take a leap in faith and trust in the Father and His Word with all of your heart – you will
not be disappointed. If you resist the Enemy in the manner the Holy Spirit instructs you to in any
given moment, HE WILL FLEE!!!
….”just as it is written, “BEHOLD, I LAY IN ZION A STONE OF STUMBLING AND A
ROCK OF OFFENSE, AND HE WHO BELIEVES IN HIM WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED”….
Romans 9:33 NASB
….”Submit therefore to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you”…. James 4:7
….”Little children, you are of God [you belong to Him] and have [already] defeated and
overcome them [the agents of the antichrist], because He Who lives in you is greater (mightier)
than he who is in the world”… 1 John 4:4 The Amplified Translation
Captain And Tennille – “Shop Around”
What REALLY happens when you leave your dog home alone: Heartbreaking video shows stressed pooch running back and forth between door and window waiting for his master to return
- The video is recorded on a GoPro camera attached to the animal’s head
- Guinness the dog rushes between rooms before sitting on the bed howling
- Video has already received more than two million views on YubeTube
If I had to dress like these “princesses” I’d commit suicide. And hope I come back as a princess in Scandinavia or something.
Especially when my mom dressed like this:
How it pays to be a Plain Jane: Having a average-looking face makes you appear more trustworthy
- Researchers created a ‘typical’ face by digitally combining 92 female faces
- They also created an ‘attractive’ face by averaging the faces of 12 women who had been independently rated as beautiful
- The typical face and the attractive face were then merged together
- From this, variations of the face with differing levels of attractiveness and typicality were created
- After each face was rated, the results revealed a ‘U-shaped relationship’
- The closer a face was to ‘typical’, the more trustworthy it was considered
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2877584/How-pays-Plain-Jane-Having-average-looking-face-makes-appear-trustworthy.html#ixzz3MBMf2BTS
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Priming is where if you’re introduced to an idea, you’ll more readily identify related ideas.
Let’s take an experiment as an example, again from Less Wrong:
Suppose you ask subjects to press one button if a string of letters forms a word, and another button if the string does not form a word. (E.g., “banack” vs. “banner”.) Then you show them the string “water”. Later, they will more quickly identify the string “drink” as a word. This is known as “cognitive priming”
Priming also reveals the massive parallelism of spreading activation: if seeing “water” activates the word “drink”, it probably also activates “river”, or “cup”, or “splash”
Fat does NOT mean lazy! New reality show stars 380lb YouTube dancing sensation as she tries to debunk misconceptions about obesity
- Whitney was a slender 114lbs when she began high school
- By the end of her freshman year of college she had gained more than 100lbs
- Whitney was diagnosed with anendocrine disorder called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), which makes it difficult to lose weight
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“You are My living books. You are to be My epistles to be read of by all men. I want people to see My endless possibilities throughout your life. I want them to see living faith in operation. I want them to see Me, living within you vibrantly. I, Wisdom, will pour out through your life’s pages, and I will touch many around you as you walk with Me. Believe fully in Me, and as you grow up into spiritual positions, and into the spiritual stature that I have for each of you, then all that which is written of you, shall be.”
More at: http://ft111.com/omarra.htm
“The Heavenly Room of Possibilities – Vision experience – 11-28-14”
Knowing how to program a computer is key to success: ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’ society could be reality for school leavers unable to write code
- Those who know how to write code could enjoy a better life, expert said
- Young people without skill would languish in equivalent of the scullery
- A new compulsory computing curriculum was introduced in September
- Coding lessons for pupils as young as five to be rolled out in schools
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Unbelievable House Truck Transforms Into Fantasy Castle
About Museum Hotel
“This moment demands a fresh interrogation of what Neibuhr euphemistically called “the highly contingent achievements of the west”, and closer attention to the varied histories of the non-west.”
“The most violent century in human history, it was hardly the best advertisement for the “bland fanatics of western civilisation”, as the American theologian Reinhold Niebuhrcalled them at the height of the cold war, “who regard the highly contingent achievements of our culture as the final form and norm of human existence”.
“I have done some good work, Lord knows I have tried, and yet the importance of angels cannot be denied.” (Garrison Keillor)
“Let your motto be resistance! resistance! Resistance! No oppressed people have ever secured their liberty without resistance.”—Abolitionist Henry Highland Garnet
“If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the results of a hundred battles.” (Sun Tzu)
I asked music professor Anthony Brandt of Rice University about this phenomenon in music theory. His reply follows:
What I believe you are describing is the harmonic structure of tonal music. In classical harmony, the tonic is the chord that represents maximum order, stability and clarity: It is the “answer.” The question is posed by the “dominant,” a chord that is unstable (the “question”) and must ultimately resolve to the tonic. Music of the “common practice era” (from Bach to Brahms) is built out of the opposition between dominant and tonic, or the alternation of “tension and release,” as it is often described. Keep in mind that, in 20th/21st-century concert music, this opposition may no longer be maintained.
Read more at: http://www.viewzone.com/labyrinth.html
Rhythm Therapy was discovered and developed by jazz drummer, Ronnie Gardiner, an American musician who has lived and performed in Scandinavia for over thirty years. Gardiner conceived the idea over twenty years ago as a result of a tragic loss and a personal crisis. The foundation, structure, and all the different sequences that comprise the evolved form of Rhythm Therapy were developed since then, in between his busy musical engagements, and has been used to help stroke victims recover their mental capacities.
In short, this type of therapy combines physical movements of the left and right side of the body with musical rhythms, much like dancing. Alternating signs in red and blue, representing the left and right arms and legs, are shown to patients who learn to move the corresponding body part. This “dance” is repeated to a musical rhythm and the neural pathways, damaged from a stroke, began to mend and “re-set.”
This seems to show that there is something deeper going on with music, dance and “walking the labyrinth.” It is something that has been felt by the ancients but not entirely understood. “Understanding” is a left brain function while “feeling” is right brain function. Which is more important? You decide.
Israel, it’s worth thinking about:
“And it is due to this narcissism–entirely, in fact–that the world has stepped off the stairway to heaven and now finds itself flying at break-neck speed down the highway to hell. Members of one tiny group of people with an over-inflated sense of their own importance in the mechanics of the day-to-day workings of the universe is the reason why apocalyptic wars are being fought and why nations–fiscally, politically, morally and socially–are going bankrupt fighting them.”
More at: http://theuglytruth.wordpress.com/2011/10/24/muslim-solidarity-in-the-middle-east-and-the-end-of-jewish-serial-wars-the-real-%E2%80%9Ciranian-bomb%E2%80%9D-israel-fears-more-than-anything-else/#more-30749
Could this 10-note music scale be the lost scale of the ancients that was used to activate the light body that Pythagoras was in search of?
“Illuminati mass mind control is predicated on a steady numbing delivery of 6th-grade level non-news to the masses, combined with the occasional 911/Kennedy Assassination fear-inducing shock, designed to cement obedience and allegiance to their resource monopoly.”
“Nourishing the possibility, that I can be happy, and joyful, and peaceful.”
“Did you hear the one about the Stardust Hotel? In 1952, cocktail hour at this legendary hotel, demolished in 2007, was offered with a side of atomic bomb testing. Tourists gathered on the roof to watch atomic blasts taking place at the Nevada test site with martinis in hand.”
God said to Elaine Tavolacci:
“I will give you peace in the midst of every storm. Know that I am He who walked on the water. I am He who rebuked the wind and it ceased. I am He who said “Peace be still” to the raging sea and it became still. It is I who have given you the same authority over the winds in the spirit realm and over the waves in the natural realm. Learn to recognize your authority in Me. Understand what it means to walk in love in every situation. I am calling those who will strengthen their brothers and sisters. Stand in the gap for those who are weaker in faith.”
More at: http://ft111.com/tavolacci.htm
One of the saddest things I’ve ever read:
30 Common Mistakes Everyone Makes After Sleeping With Someone
“I know plenty of people who got into relationships after having sex, but that’s not the case for everyone. Oftentimes, sex is just sex.”
Where to now, Sam? Elderly homeless man watches in tears as New Jersey police tear down his home of six years in the woods
- Sam watched as his neat wooden home was torn down on the edge of Lakewood Township, New Jersey
- Lakewood Township had sued the homeless community in the woods of around 100 people in order to evict them
- Manhattan attorney Jeff Wild stepped in to represent their case
- A settlement was reached after around five years which saw each homeless person placed in a temporary home for one year – or given a cash of $3,500
I saw this on 7/21, all white though. It went north to south, over Larry’s place. Then it came north to south, from the west side, over Aarfstrom’s.
TIPS ON CRAFTING A POPULAR NEWSLETTER, FROM TOP NEWSLETTER AUTHORS
Rupture of Aging Tar Sands Pipeline Beneath Great Lakes Would Devastate People, Planet and Economy
“Because the strong currents in the Straits of Mackinac reverse direction every few days, a rupture of the oil pipeline beneath the channel would quickly contaminate shorelines miles away in both lakes Michigan and Huron”
I baked seven chocolate cakes today. Six of them were absolute failures and that’s really weird. I usually do them perfectly every time, even without a recipe. I wanted a cake for Sandy Morrison who had to work all day then host a party for her sister-in-law who has recently been diagnosed with serious cancer. I finally got one right. Thank you, Lord.
(The frosting was dreamy.)
Remember, you were accepted to the CIA where Anthony Bourdain studied. (Maybe sorta studied.) It was nice to live in Hyde Park even if Mike never let me go to school. My former hairdresser used to serve me this bourbon. I haven’t been to another hairdresser since she left the state. “Too much free time isn’t good for a guy like me.”
Hey, this is great! My dad sent a kid down to mow some of the grass we usually mow! The kid also had a weed whacker and cleaned up along the fence and the spruce trees that I’m allergic to. Also, Steve Richards pulled into the driveway yesterday with a FIXED-UP RIDING LAWN MOWER! (We haven’t had a riding one that was running for a couple years.) Thank you Lord, and thank you Father. And thank you George for paying Steve, and thank you Steve.
“Dear Lord, thank you so much for ensuring that I never cheated on a man. Thank you for not letting me see pornography although I’m on-line 24 hours a day. Thank you that you won’t let me lie to cover my ass…nor anybody else’s. Please keep it that way. Thank you.”
PS–“I’d be grateful if you could do it without involving electronic surveillance this time. Amen.”
Evernote is working but this got me riled.
No WAY in HELL.
Our “family” doctor is a hypocrite I’ve not needed to consult for six years. She shall not interview my children on behalf of our totalitarian government. (Thank you God, that my current children are adults.)
As the law stands, our children are PROPERTY. This shall not stand.
Isaac and Josh are playing Magic now. Isaac had many stories to tell about Colorado and the people he met. Josh asked, “you didn’t get the herpes, did you?” I laughed about that for a long time. I made chorizo when Isaac asked if we had any meat for breakfast. He’d like to help cook a family breakfast when his dad gets up.
“Dear Lord, please allow me to understand what I should do about copyright laws. I am stupid and although I know I will never go to jail, I’d really like to do things properly. Amen”
“They tell us ‘ignorance of the law is no excuse.’ HOW IN THE WORLD can we be expected to know and understand tons of laws…when the lawmakers THEMSELVES pass the statutes without even reading them? (Nancy Pelosi told us they have to even PASS them before THEY know what’s in them!)”
“Forgive me for calling myself stupid. I am ignorant.”
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OK, I prayed for Snowden anyway. Atheist? We’ll see.
Also I prayed for Guardsman Vivian Cunningham, who has been detained and drugged because he was concerned about the outstanding arrest warrant for the “Queen.”
This is a very interesting time to be alive…especially since I expected this. People are stepping forward with information about atrocities I studied decades ago. Every article I click on about whistleblowers (including those who have been incarcerated, drugged or killed)…is a brand new article. Snowden gave us nerve to speak. I almost prayed that God will protect him, but God knows his plans already. I can’t say it’s fun to read about this stuff but even though I have my own story of abuse now, it’s a whole lot more fun than it was before. Thank you, Jesus.
I have everything ready for a Mexican feast with Gayle and Richard. Blueberry pie is in the oven, Gayle picked the blueberries with George last summer. The enchilada filling is great. I made a bechamel with onion and garlic and cumin, and flaked some cod into it with the sour cream and a couple cans of green chiles. If it’s too thin when I make the enchiladas, I’ll crumble in some queso fresco. The carnitas is (are?) seasoned perfectly, and the green slurry is ready to make the rice pilaf. I’ll reheat the refried black beans when I’m baking the enchiladas. If we had margaritas this would be perfect. The guacamole will get some tomato chunks closer to dinner and the bean/corn salad is gorgeous. I’m using a black tablecloth with black plates and lime green cloth napkins.
I still haven’t gotten my car keys in the mail from Glenn.
The goons won’t let me reach Evernote. How can I know if I am supposed to not bitch about George, or if I’m supposed to bitch in public? I served his cousins well, coffee and cookies and fresh-baked zucchini bread. I would like to live in an environment where my efforts are noticed, and my aims for improvement are appreciated. George makes me quit.
I said, “When we have company, it would be nice if you offered refreshment to the guests before grabbing.” He didn’t get mad and said, “You’re right, Linda.” I’ve been doing this for twenty-five years. At least now we’re making progress.
However, my other son is teaching me the difference between old English and old Saxon. He’s building a bec de corbin. He’s been commissioned by somebody with money.
I’m feeling guilty because George went for a ride to his cousin’s cabin. He was going to mow, and to have Josh mow but I begged him to wait until I’ve had some quiet space to detox from the past extended weekend. I need quiet. However, Josh is out here working on a wood project and I’m not the slighted bit perturbed by his presence. He’s purposeful.
George is back. He has two days off starting tomorrow, then two days off again, then again. I don’t mind being around people with purpose. I shouldn’t maybe have asked him not to mow, I know it’s a thing he knows needs doing. There are so many quiet things that also need doing. You can’t do them with the TV on. I’m glad he doesn’t have the TV on in the daytime. I’d probably end up screaming because there are so many amazing things to do.
“The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure that we all should be happy as kings.” (Robert Louis Stevenson)
“Please Lord, give George something to do that he loves! Give him passion about something.”
Josh went to ask his dad for the rasp, we both it would be better for him to do the asking after I opened the closet in the garage and got annoyed. I had it perfectly organized and swept and now you can’t even get into it and the garage has crap all around that belongs in a closet.
I just started Italian bread for Billie, and I’ll take a loaf to Carol and Larry too. I have zucchini bread in the oven for George and chicken thawing for dinner. I made myself a Dim Sum Burrito with leftover dumpling filling. I made the sauce the way I like it, sweet and really hot.
Evernote’s idiosyncrasies are unexplainable, as have been so many of my computer experiences. Spell-check is a continual conundrum. Shouldn’t they use all the words?
I just visited with my other second cousin, this time a generation below my own. He’s thirty with the weight of his years weighing more heavily because of our mutual parentage. He’s the eldest, as are his father and mother, and me and my ex. We all feel responsible for everyone…with no more answers at our disposal than those born after us. (My lot is easier now that my siblings are rich. When they were small I was aghast to be left alone with them.)
I enjoy talking to men his age, more than most anyone else. His view of the world is current, yet tempered by experience his elders have not endured. (That doesn’t stop them from passing judgment.)
I don’t just like to be outside, I require it. Being inside the mausoleum is nearly unbearable when the sun is out.
I just visited my second cousin, she’s my dad’s cousin but he doesn’t see her. She’s 72 and her hair is still gorgeous-brown. I brought tuna salad and chocolate cake. She fell this morning, against a pointed-thingy that pushed her lung out of whack. (She recognizes “whack” because she’s been huffing oxygen for several years.) She’s one of my favorite women, but she doesn’t know it. Nobody knows anything about me since my dad destroyed my reputation. He chose for me to be an extension of himself. (As a ball-less-version, limitations soon became apparent.) I hurt for my dad who has twice told me I’m too scary to love. Women scare him and I am a genuine woman.
My father destroyed my modesty, a commodity incomprehensible to a man who can’t trust women. My father permitted and encouraged the defiling of my thought life and the rape of my very body. (OK. Reverse that. My mind was more virgin terrain than my body.) I begged him to help me put locks on the doors so that men would not enter my house when I was alone. (And they did, during the days of George’s Marijuana Emporium.) Failing that, I assured him that God would make me a lady again. I told him that God would restore what my frightened father defiled. He believes God even less than he believes women. He is frightened of everything that he cannot control. Were I him, I’d be far more frightened of those things I did control, to their detriment.
I wear second-hand men’s clothes. I haven’t had an income for many years although after running for Congress my earning-potential was the best it’s ever been. My father’s studious denigration of my merit eliminated all possibility. (He acknowledged this fact. 5/5/14) I wear perfume every day, but he chose the scent years ago on an airliner from some exotic locale I’ve never seen, and too bored to smell the attendant’s duty-free offerings. He buys me perfume, yet he’s too chicken to even smell my wrist. He’s a whore-monger, woman-destroyer, and a denigrater of fine minds which might happen to reside within the female cranium. Femininity scares the shit out of him. His women must behave his way or his reputation might alter. His reputation made him rich. His reputation as a Christian, loving-man is fraudulent. I am far too much woman for my dad to even talk to me. Even as I type these words, wearing my son’s discarded sweatpants, I am too much woman for him. I can’t say I’m too surprised.
I used to LOVE Evernote, but here we are.
I didn’t realize today was Memorial Day until this morning. (I noticed it was a very busy weekend and I didn’t sunbathe on the beach yesterday because boats come closer to the shore with this year’s unusually high water level. ) I remember the first time I learned that soldiers are paid for their services. I don’t know how old I was but I was old enough to be stunned that men fight for money, rather than principle. I was a very patriotic child and I married an ex-Marine. My recognition that killers-for-hire do not serve humanity’s highest purpose shocked me. Then I grew blase’. After all, my ex-husband (self-described “Clark Kent” of the Marine Corps) wouldn’t harm a thing! (His military nickname was: ‘The Sloth’) The Marine Corps set him at a sewing machine where he studiously altered flight-equipment so other Marines would not die. He’d like to protect all humanity from death. He didn’t belong in the Marine Corps. Fighting “for America” usually results from a societal deficit of opportunity. (Or from a grandfather insisting that military service is good training for a young man. Indoctrination and killing are NEVER good training.)
Memorial Day is an adulterous fraud, but it serves to secure the world-view of those who promote war. The associated demand to “support our troops” is a contrived attempt to con thinking people. I can love a soldier. I cannot love a soldier’s 1) allegiance to a country whose policies he despises and denigrates, or 2) attempts to force American fascism on other countries. War is an obliteration of all that’s human about us! I would esteem a soldier who fought from his heart, as Josh will.
We will still engage in war for a while, although physical wars are a relic. Soldiers die merely to make a point. (Death should mean much more to us than empirical symbolism.) Electronic weaponry could destroy entire geographies with the push of a button, if the button-pushers actually cared about winning. Sacrificing men to 1) bullshit, or 2) poverty, is not to be tolerated. God bless all the soldiers who actually died defending life. God forgive those who killed for a paycheck, and also the Federal Reserve and those others who made their sacrifices necessary.
I made an amazing dinner:
Japanese-Style Crispy Pork
(I couldn’t find the Panko and my Italian bread was too fresh for breadcrumbs so I used kinda generic dried ones. It was fabuolus. I love the sauce in the recipe but also mixed Hellman’s with Sirachcha. Whatever.)
Can’t get into evernote again: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchens/japanese-style-crispy-pork-recipe.html
I just took a bite of a biscuit I made and had to spit it out. I wasted about 6 ounces of sharp cheddar cheese, half a stick of butter and a lot of garlic. I used a mix the Vet gets from the government. Was that ever a mistake!
A big, fat cowbird was on the feeder and all the little birds had a hissy fit. Then a blue jay dropped in and squawked one time, then she was king. (I think it’s a female because the colors are a little dingy but this is a really grey day. I think she’d look brighter with a little more light.)
As of today I have posted 5,500 articles to this blog.
I just hit 5,000 on 5/5!
The stories of corruption and revolution are coming fast and furiously! It’s a good time to be a blogger.
50 is the number of Jubilee.
Wouldn’t you think that in this posture the wings would be folded somehow? I hope they’re not hard to figure out. Probably doesn’t matter, angels won’t be falling anymore.
The bird feeder has been noticed! I watched two small black birds sitting quietly on a branch near it, then I looked away for a moment. When I turned back the black birds were gone and there were two different birds on the feeder. They were BEAUTIFUL! I opened the Audubon Guide right to the exact page with their picture. Rose-breasted Grosbeaks. Black and white with a gorgeous patch of red at their throats. Two males. It felt like the sleepy black birds had been transformed.
George made supper, I took a nap. How weird to wake up in the afternoon. A hummingbird took a respite on my new strawberry planter and the basement is still full of water. The boys are coming for dinner again, I don’t think I’ll serve any dessert. God told me a couple things today that stunned me with their simplicity: 1) I am WRONG to become annoyed when a person neglects to do a thing he is not capable of doing. I knew I was wrong because it felt wrong. I couldn’t understand how since I pray to be right all the time. Thank you Lord, for showing me myself again. Also, 2) It occurred to me that if God of all CREATION enjoys my company, maybe a human man would not find it offensive to hang out with me. My mother texted that she “loves” me. I don’t cry anymore when I hear her unreasonably quaint squeaks. My mom is extremely intelligent and for her to pretend that evidence has no merit is humorous.
The boys just left. For Mothers’ Day they brought me a gorgeous red planter with strawberry plants and a box of chocolates. We had company for dinner, Banjo Bob even came and played songs for us. My father gave me a rose and four pounds of strawberries this morning after I brought my mother lemon blueberry muffins and a loaf of raisin pumpernickel bread, all warm. My son said my mother wants her “daughter back.” The irony is lost on the boys of course, but nonetheless, I will never ever back down. Too many people depend on me telling my story and my parents’ lying-habit has prohibited me from obtaining the middle piece. I will never, not ever, back down. I love them enough to continue demanding truth. I love “Truth” enough to demand it even if they weren’t liars and false Christians. It was a great Mothers’ Day.
My dad just offered me stock. He said it’s stock in a bank that’s doing well. I said I was interested, since I’ve had no income since he destroyed my reputation; he had the good grace to give me half a nod. I said that I also have no home. I looked him right in the eye and reminded him that I live at the good will of my ex-husband and my son. He lowered his gaze and I said, “If you’re not ready to talk about that yet, it’s OK.” He said no. I walked home from the restaurant. It was good to get some fresh air.
I told him I’d rather not own stock in a bank but I’d look at the prospectus. He doesn’t think this bank is evil. He’ s a banker, what’s he gonna say?
Isaac asked if I wanted to move into town for a week and would I clean his house…oh, yeah. George has four days off in a row, then he works for three, then he has four days off again. I’d be useless here. Isaac’s fancy new printer was just delivered and I was going to bring it to his house. He wants to set up an office here and get people to be serious about the tribe and its possibilities. He’s been following my blog. He’s amazed how fast I go. I need guidance. I also need a week alone so I can pull together a book. Glenn says he’ll come after Mothers’ Day. Like I’d know when that happens.
I learned this morning that our county magistrate was arrested a couple weeks ago because her boyfriend was picked up driving drunk in her car. Steve is permitted to leave his house for a couple hours in the afternoons. He has not been arraigned or even seen a piece of paper. He’s under house arrest just the same.
Now that it’s Spring we’re getting company again, I’ve been busy with guests for two days straight. George didn’t find the plate I’d fixed him in the fridge, so I’m eating it for breakfast. Baked salmon, pasta Alfredo and a blend of chard, cauliflower and cabbage. I’m really into cauliflower lately, and I figure cabbage is the best nutrition-to-price bargain in the grocery store. Kasper caught the salmon last year.
The eagle flew over me again today.
Steve’s in the paper, I can tell it now since the press found out. My mom and I happened to stop in at the store at the same time; I was bringing Eric some candy I made. Steve came out and when I asked if he was OK, he pulled up his pantleg to show us the tether, and told us about being taken from his house in handcuffs. He said he was agreeable to the officers and permitted them to search his house even without a warrant. Yet the peace officers deemed handcuffs necessary. Somebody asked him for a Vicodin and he chose to help somebody in pain. My mother turned to me and asked, “I’ve given you painkillers before, haven’t I?” I told her of course, that’s what compassionate people do and we should be given five with no questions asked. (Plucking eyebrows, pulling splinters…) She was SHOCKED and APPALLED that Steve’s story is in the newspaper before an arraignment even happened. I told her it must feel much the same as seeing one’s name in the church bulletin and hearing that others imagine one to be diseased.
The following “poem” is on a poetry website, and its author is famous. I am trying to understand poetry. I believed poetry required some stunning layered inference. This confession is beautiful language certainly, but a poem I thought, should be beautiful and then much-multiplied, enriched with mutual understanding and commiseration. This “poem” sounds just like repentance-notes I regularly leave on the kitchen counter when I go to bed. (I guess we can all understand that.)
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
I made an incredible pizza with onions and some really cool Italian smoked sausage.
If God wanted me to be on Evernote, I’d be able to be on Evernote.
The big bald eagle is hanging out at the mouth of the river this morning, and the single swan is back. You usually only see swans in pairs. I wonder if he’s lonely with all the geese and ducks flitting around him.
Yesterday was George’s day off and we had a fish fry. It’s very nice when the boys are here. I went to see the prophet day before yesterday, and held a wolf pup. He is the runt and gets bottle-fed because his siblings claw him to pieces racing for a nipple. His people live in a trailer without water and they came to shower at the prophet’s place. The man is a native from way down south and he’s trying to end the Michigan wolf-hunt.
NY Times admitted they lied. How can they ever sell another newspaper? How can Clapper be taken seriously, or John Kerry?
Connie chased the eagle off the lawn. She took off like a shot and barked on the beach for a long time. The eagle was nonplussed, although he left his post. He left his post in order to fuck with a mammal his same size; he knew she lacked his brain. Connie is very stupid, but she has guts. She followed that eagle as he flew over her head from one fine lookout to it’s superior position. Connie is three years old and I still give her a biscuit every time she comes when I call her. I have been wasted and I’ll waste no longer. Connie avoids eye contact and I believe it’s because she has a guilty conscience. The eagle was laughing, I could hear him but it wasn’t like the whistles I heard yesterday as he and his “offspring” flew at miraculously low altitude around me and over me and through me. The eagle laughs when he whistles but he doesn’t always laugh. Sometimes he nearly retches as he looks down on us who are dependent . If you want to be offended you can be offended. There is always a reason to take offense. There is also, always a reason to say…GOD! MY GOD, I AM SO STUPID! I am feeling sorry for myself and you TOLD ME that my life is buried with you and all that. I am NOT MY BODY NOR MY EARTHLY LIFE! “Forgive me for forgetting that and for taking offense at liars. You told me the lying church in my community would explode. I warned them. You told me my father would lose his much-cherished-property and I warned him. You told me Adam would get stuck with me and I warned him. You told me many things that seem bizarre, and I warned everybody I could. Please hide me under your wing again, put me on top of all this so I can view things with an eagle’s eye and not fall prey to stupid little dogs. Give me joy unspeakable, because your joy is my strength. Give me rest, for in quietness and rest we are victors. Do not allow me even one thought for my own temporal life because my life belongs to you and only begins when this one ends. ” Amen.
(At least it’s not bats. Can I be normal sometime?)
“Drip feed content” for a website! Isaac is a genius, I waste so much time.
My grandpa had thick Finlander hair. His hairline brushed his brows like Andrew Napolitano’s. His only instruction to the barber was, “Put Some HAIR on the FLOOR!” The college yearbook called him “Big, Bad and Aggressive.” He played football. He also shoveled coal at a boarding house to earn his keep while he pursued his degree and represented alma mater at the gridiron. His girth and disposition would nowadays provide a much cushier life. His hairline would be featured on Google ads and they’d say he was a hundred and twenty two years old but found the secret of life online. And youth. And eternal relevance.
I find myself drawing back, as I draw my conclusions. I actually just said to my Lord and Savior, “Yeah…but, that would be a little flaky…” He’s patient. “Thank you God, you’re patient.” I’m repeatedly admonished to believe more, to see further, to expect perfection and peace. I’m reminded of promises in the Bible, and promises whispered in my ear. I hear him say again, that I will dance and I that I will laugh like a child. I reread his promise to restore everything my father stole, EVERY STINKIN’ THING SATAN THINKS HE USURPED… I’m sorry for Satan, I really am. He wanted to be significant, I know how that feels. He wanted to be like God, that’s what God wanted too! God wanted it however, as God wanted it. (God’s prerogative is supercedingly superceeding. “We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.”) Sin is rarely a desire to do evil. Sin originates most times, from a desire to do RIGHT coupled with impatience and a self-aggrandizing-agenda. I really think this is true. Sin is so simple. Sin is me. Goodness is him. The “mystery of iniquity” is a different thing. This is a multiplication system so fantastically superceding all languages known to man, that math bows before its brilliant, innocent perfection. Math bows to Spirit. Everything bows to Spirit, eventually.
I dyed my hair red for a year. I got some attention, a woman onboard ship yelled “You red-headed bitch” every time she wanted my attention when I was standing-duty near the pool. It’s growing out slowly; I don’t need to be on fire anymore. God’s fire is evident for those with eyes to see or ears to hear. (It does not require both. I have been blinded for God’s strategic purpose.) We have moved beyond the five senses. WE, as a race, have moved into a spiritual realm previously undescribed. (Although some forerunners have experienced it and attempted to record their encounters. Some few could understand what they were saying. They encouraged seekers to aim higher. They are blessed and they are a blessing.)
Can’t get into evernote again. The spinach dumplings are incredible. I used cottage cheese because I didn’t have ricotta and I seasoned them with nutmeg and cayenne. Melted butter and shredded parmesan. Do not forget. They’d be great with red sauce too. Cooked in chicken broth.
Eric really liked the curry! He said it was great, and it even had vegetables. I’m so ready for the change. It must be getting clear to people that we are totally screwed. Our environment opposes us. Our fellows seek their own comfort at our expense and at the expense of guileless children. Our women hate men and our men hate women and we all hate ourselves. We don’t trust one another because heck, if you can’t even trust yourself there isn’t much to lean on. We ingest poisons recommended by salespeople who wear stethoscopes and vacation on warm islands. We eat simulated food made of chemicals that alter our DNA. We evaluate our bodies for symptoms that are advertised on television. We don’t always do what we’re told, but we believe what we’re told and that’s sufficient for the romper-room-attendants to predict our behavior. We are predictable and believe ourselves cunning. Non-carbon entities view us as alternately adorable and stupid as shit. We’re infants in a never-ending cosmos of responsibility and recompense. Nobody gets out of here alive. Nobody gets out of here at all. You can burn up the carbon compounds but the essential elements remain. (Gore)
“I’d like to have them in my corner. Well, they’re in my corner but I’d like them side-by-side with me when the shit hits the fan.” (Joetalk 100) Isaac is bringing “Matrix” out tonight and he’ll have dinner with me. I’m cooking patties of leftover meatball-mix that I seasoned with anise, fennel seed and garlic. I’ll smother them with parmesan, mozzarella and sauce that Isaac is bringing. I’m baking Italian bread and we’ll have great sandwiches. The sesame noodles I made this morning were a hit with George. I think I’m supposed to watch “Matrix.” I wonder what I’ll see that I missed the other 25 times I watched it?
4:09 I made some zucchini bread and an almond cake. I drank a beer but I haven’t smoked a cigarette in a long time. I’m pretty happy.
Evernote is starting to annoy me.
Tomorrow I go to Marquette to bring Josh to Scott’s house and to purchase underwear and a lipstick. I’m making food for Josh to bring and looking forward to the outing. I’ve experienced a freedom of spirit this week that I haven’t had for a while. Divine loneliness though. Isaac’s got it too. It makes us wistful and uncertain. We sigh a lot. It’s Spring, finally. I think I really quit smoking cigarettes and drinking all the time. I don’t really want to do that…I was taking booze like medicine for so long. I wish to be authentic and I’m becoming more so every day. Thank you Lord.
This Bundy ranch thing is like a perfect storm, or can the disinformation be that good? One agency wants his land for a highway-exit. Harry Reid’s son wants it for China. Fracking is interested in his land. The New World Order is ripping up ancient water systems so everybody has to move to the city. The baby COWS ARE DYING! Cowboy-traitors selling out to the man. Snipers and helicopters. Bureau of Land Management is going down methinks. Bundy paid his dues where he made the deal.
Lemon pudding cake
Units: US | Metric
1 cup granulated sugar
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
3 eggs, separated
1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
1 tablespoon lemon rind, finely grated
1/2 cup lemon juice, fresh
1 1/2 cups 2% low-fat milk
Heat oven to 180 C (350 F). Butter a 2-l (8-inch) square glass baking dish.
In a bowl, sift together sugar and flour; set aside.
In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, place egg whites. Beat on high speed for 4 to 5 minutes or until stiff peaks form. Transfer whites to another bowl; set aside.
Place egg yolks in the stand mixer’s empty bowl. Using whisk attachment beat on medium-high speed until yolks are thick and lightened in colour. Reduce speed to medium and add butter, lemon rind and juice; beat for 1 more minute. With machine running on medium speed, alternately beat in flour mixture and milk, making 5 additions of flour and 4 of milk.
Remove bowl from mixer. Fold in egg whites. Transfer to prepared baking dish. Place dish in a large shallow roasting pan. Pour hot water into roasting pan until it is halfway up the side of baking dish.
Bake in centre of oven for 50 to 55 minutes. Let cool for 5 minutes. The top two-thirds will be cake consistency and bottom third will be pudding consistency.
Makes 9 servings.
Old-Fashioned Lemon Pudding…from the kitchen of One Perfect Bite
3/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup cornstarch
2-1/2 cups milk
3 large egg yolks, lightly beaten
2 tablespoons finely grated lemon zest
Pinch of salt
1/2 cup fresh lemon juice
2 tablespoons butter, softened
1) Place sugar and cornstarch in a 2-quart saucepan. Whisk to combine. Gradually add milk, whisking until smooth. Add egg yolks, lemon zest and salt. Cook, stirring, over medium-high heat until sauce thickens and coats a spoon.
2) Remove pan from heat. Stir in lemon juice and butter. Pour through a fine mesh strainer into a large bowl or individual serving dishes. Let cool to room temperature. Cover with plastic wrap. Transfer to refrigerator for 2 hours, or until set. Serve chilled. Yield: 4 -6 servings.
Four blood moons: April 15, 2014= Passover, Tabernacles 2014, Passover 2015, Tabernacles 2015
Day of atonement 2015 is Jubilee (Paul Keith Davis)
Bump to the top!!!
Chayla and […] were at the store. Steve said Carl is Holly’s boyfriend and he was there too. Life couldn’t probably be weirder.
My brother and I were both given jobs in the family company at about age seven. (I was seven before he was.) His job was at the commercial end of things and I babysat him and cooked and cleaned because my parents were gone. My brother received paychecks that were smaller than other boys employed with him. I received no paycheck. My brother’s puny pay increases operated on a geometric multiplication system. It’s like if you take a penny and double it every day. Now my brother is rich. My paycheck operated differently, “Let’s see, if you take nothin’ and multiply it by nuthin’ you get… nuthin’.” (Jane. “Serenity”) I am now and always have been destitute. God sees that I lack for nothing, but I also have nothing. This is not a complaint. This is a fact.
Can you see me yet Dad?
Kevin says he has his own apartment. Shawn needs me. He’s troubled if he must treat Kevin badly. Kevin will suck anything Shawn says.
Evernote is unavailable.
I can’t even record the menu. This really stinks. Or not.
I can’t get into my journal so I’ll put this here for now. 3/28/14 4:53 pm
I was just offered my first professional writing job. Isaac would like an article about the paradigm shift, with discussions of each direction humanity might go. My left wrist is very sore and I can’t do a number of things with my left hand. I hadn’t realized how much I depended on it for sewing and knitting and lifting logs. Opening jars. I’ve had the best four days since a really long time. I’ve been so peaceful I even watched a movie. I’m doing crafty things and I started using Proactiv. I am finally seeing something other than this project of tormenting people. I made a spectacular lunch, I started at five this morning. The boys came out and we had angel hair with smoked turkey in lemon Parmesan cream sauce with peas and asparagus. I baked honey whole wheat bread and a batch of Gloria’s chocolate-cream cheese cupcakes. I made a cauliflower salad with vinegar and turmeric and my favorite dessert: Snow ball dessert. (Like a citrusy trifle with angel food cake.) It was a very fine meal and the boys took a couple cupcakes over to Chayla. I haven’t seen her for several days and I was thinking it would be hard but I’m pleased to find I still enjoy my own company. I changed my sheets and took the bolster down from the wall to refill and reattach. I’m getting my act together and I’m grateful. I haven’t had a drink or a cigarette for four days and people seem impressed. I wish they would have been impressed sooner, I’ve done this a half dozen times. I’m eating like a pig, but it tastes so good. It’s nice not to be pinched anymore. I am even snacking. I’m feeling so intemperate.
I PRAYED for this. I never knew it actually has happened sometimes. “Most people have absolutely no idea that the Earth barely missed being fried by a massive EMP burst from the sun in 2012, in 2013 and just last month. If any of those storms would have directly hit us, the result would have been catastrophic. Electrical transformers would have burst into flames, power grids would have gone down and much of our technology would have been fried. In essence, life as we know it would have ceased to exist – at least for a time. These kinds of solar storms have hit the Earth many times before, and experts tell us that it is inevitable that it will happen again. The most famous one happened in 1859, and was known as the Carrington Event. But other than the telegraph, humanity had very little dependence on technology at the time. If another Carrington Event happened today, it would be a complete and utter nightmare. A study by Lloyd’s of London has concluded that it would have taken a (Read More…)
And, see this…we got a pestilence too…
If you eat pork, get ready to pay a lot more for it. A highly contagious pig virus known as “Porcine Epidemic Diarrhea virus” has now spread to 27 different U.S. states, and it has killed more than 4 million hogs since last May. Smithfield Foods, the largest pork producer in the entire world, estimates that approximately 10 percent of all adult female hogs in America have contracted the disease already, and there is a very good chance that any offspring that they have will die. That is because the mortality rate for this disease for piglets is between 80 and 100 percent. Fortunately, we are being told that this disease does not affect humans. However, considering the fact that California is in the midst of one of the worst droughts in recorded history, and considering the fact that the U.S. cattle herd has shrunk (Read More…)
A couple months ago I was getting shocked about Dakota Fanning being photographed with a perfume bottle between her legs and now Kim Kardashian and her mother both have sex tapes being fenced by the same outfit. I can’t believe the things I read. I cannot believe how fast things are getting out of control! Meanwhile, we’re experiencing such favor! It’s like I couldn’t write an overdraft if I tried. I got my student loan bill today though. One hundred seventy five thousand, four hundred twenty six dollars and sixty nine cents. I borrowed $76,859.65. I asked my dad to help me fix this around but he never would. He even knew we got caught in a scam “rehabilitation” and suffered like the dickens to make my loan marketable again. Dad wouldn’t help me do anything. Isaac was going to take the bill with him so the tribe can figure out how to pay it. I said I’d like to keep it until my dad and I settle up. Also there is the matter of damages due me by my government, and I’m sure that will easily offset what I have written here. Also, Isaac asked me if I’d be willing to cook for a twinkie-fest, Josh is doing the business pitch to the guy in Atlanta who ran the one they attended. He’s got stuff going on, and they’d like me to cook a fancy veggie meal. I told them if I had enough fore-warning I could do the whole weekend by myself. I’d really like a challenge like that and we’d love to be surrounded by those kind of people. Positive, conscious, developing people.
I am as happy as I’ve ever been in my life. Gratitude is the secret of not going crazy. Seeing through God’s eyes is the secret to being grateful. I’ve learned to thank God for things I did not consider “good.” He has a much larger view and all things are good to those who love him. You just have to be so stinkin’ patient! That’s changing now. Things are coming to a head so fast I don’t know which way to look first. I’ve spent 4 years sitting on this couch, feeding this fire, squelching old irks…until I changed. Now he’s changing the world and I get to watch because I begged to be like him and to be totally filled with his Spirit. I’m going to make some hummus. I might get to eat some this time, I usually send it home with Isaac. I’m eating so much it wouldn’t surprise me if I wake up thinner one of these days. He does things like that.