August 4, 2014
Good Morning,
It is nice and cool outside this morning. Why do I
constantly say the same thing over and over again; don’t I have any flavors of
life to color my mind other than the “Good Morning it is nice out today”?
There is a message and it goes back to propaganda, Pavlov, The movie,
“The
Manchurian Candidate, Jesus, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, The Power of Positive
Thinking, Moses and the Ten Commandments and the 1960’s.
What I
do is place the mind where it belongs, as in:
A point of view:
Sometimes our thoughts are compiled into a point of view.
You know the thoughts about what we think of the world as it stands today.
But there is another point of view.
A simple point of view, a view we sometimes forget about because it is always
there, always available.
It is the point of view that we see when we first wake up.
Or the point of view we see when we look out at the world to see what is before
us.
It may be a garden out back, a working crew viewed through an open window,
a sandy beach with a red horizon, and a blacktop road at fifty miles per hour.
It is a deliberate choice that we make to put us in our proper perspective with
our environment.
I can vision my body going out into a meadow and closing my eyes.
Standing still and then opening my eyes for the first time.
Absorbing the texture and colors in my point of view.
The thoughts moving through my mind are the colors, textures and smells of my
surroundings.
A point of view.
***
I sat on the plane writing this thought:
How many of us live in a safe haven? Our protective shell, our home in a
nutshell. Peace and safety surrounding our being. How does this cave of modern
times differ from the time of bears breaking into our cabin and confronting us?
We still deal with earthquakes, rains and tides but our relative safety is
quite good. How did we ever get to this place of comfort where the local
government does not pry into our being? We hear about the rampage but the
flooded waters move elsewhere.
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As the plane landed a strange site appeared in my view. People were standing
like statues looking like an abstract painting in orange. Some stood on
bandanas, some on rifles. They were scattered about like droppings from a
plane.
So what is going on I ask? Someone handed me a folded paper with writing on it.
The paper said,
"Orders from a higher authority:"
The sun was hot. Heat wavered over the red earth. The shine of wet skin
could be seen for miles. Our higher authority had given the order. The earth
looked like hell. For as far as you could see they had come, so there they
stood. Most were in agony. The physical and mental adjustments were
excruciating. Bodies were shaking internally. They were ordered to stand still
and at attention, so they stood. Acres of aches stood still. Emotion
reverberated in their minds but they had orders. They would stand until they
got it right.
A lifetime of hate was being forced to the surface. He was ordered to
stand still. He was told that peace would come. He was wired like steel. He had
the strength to endure this pain and he would. He was ordered to do so. He
stood like a statue, with his weapon or bandana under his feet.
Peace and Goodwill Prevail.
These orders came from a higher authority.
***
They must stand still for peace.
You can go to work and slay beef, fowl or pork and not too many folks will say
what you do is evil. You provide a service for the folks in your neighborhood.
You can on occasion just decide you have had enough and call work and say, “I
won't be in today." You take the day off and enjoy what life gives you. You
made a decision, a simple decision.
The folks in the West and Middle East can lay their weapons down on the ground
and stand on them at attention. They can contemplate peace. They can stand
thirty soldiers deep. They can stand and think and do nothing but fight for
peace in their solitude. They can stand erect until every muscle in there body
aches for peace. They can let every killing emotion pass through their system
of thought. They can stand still until peace comes over their bodies. Some will
want to strangle the veined throat of their neighbor but they must stand still
for peace. This is a very painful process as they look down at their killing
weapons. They must follow orders they are now soldiers for peace. They must
stand still for peace."
***
"Confucius thought that a ruler who had to resort to
force had already failed as a ruler",
so that is where the world is now. We are standing in the timeline of violence.
When one man stands still and ends the violence another man will shoot him off
the pedestal of peace.
How many men will die for nothing?
This is what they can do.
They must stand still for peace.
"Orders from a higher authority:"
I woke up sore, but it is the work on cleaning the pool. I was thinking about how close we are to having Internet service on our Television set. It is getting close but not there yet. I remember that the Commodore 64 had a long cord to the television and it worked well. We have some content but our industry is moving every where but twax. We had VHS, cassette, CD, Hard Drive, Intel, Hewlett Packard, Sony, Netflix and HBO but no one has come close to content TV and the Internet. No one knows what to think.
We had a wonderful weekend and Pool Party. I asked for peace and quiet and I was given the time and quiet. We played the famous laugh game where you look at each other without breaking into a smile and Laurel, Allison and I laughed every time. Natasha and Talon were the big winners. That was fun. We went swimming Sunday and it was great. I even took a video of it but the video was not that great with my Smart Phone.
While cleaning the pool yesterday I got stung by a red wasp that was trying to get out of the pool. The wasp swam for my white "T" shirt and missed; it hit my arm and promptly stung me. I did not do anything about it as I was cleaning the pool. When I did get out of the pool a welt was raised on my bicep where I got stung and it proceeded to travel into my body. I still have a welt this morning but it is spread out farther and it feels stiff, it itches and feels warm.
I have not been in the pool for a while now so I do not know how dirty or warm it is?
Some days you have nothing to say. The sore back I awoke with is not lingering in this lazy boy. I do have a cup/mug of coffee here close. The cats are all quiet and our home is comfortable. I know the humidity is high outside and this home prolongs my life style. You know I pay for services; this home I own has air conditioning, a furnace, piped in city water, piped in natural gas, electricity, the Internet, satellite TV and 3/4 of an acre of land. I have worked hard to get these services. I have something else that is quite remarkable and that is a pension. Part of the pension pays for is health services. I do not qualify for Social Security but I did pay into Medicare from the beginning. 
Good Morning,
Good Morning,
I am trying to get the pool pipes back together. I have to temporarily place them back together. A lot of cut and paste. I will have to do it all over again next year if I have a solar heater. The way it will be fixed now is just a good temporary fix.
It is 67 degrees outside this morning; our chance of rain is slim. It seems as though it could rain at this moment. I feel fine this morning. Laurel seems to be fine sitting in a chair, a bed or lazy boy bother her as does the pool. We did not do much yesterday but visit via FaceBook, read books and listened to music. Mom did put a quilt she bought at a yard sale on the bed in Allison’s room.
