tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69198066144009871452024-02-19T01:16:35.458-05:00WRITING FOR THE HELL OF IT~So, I decided, I haven't created that masterpiece quite yet, maybe I will just write for the hell of it and see what comes of it. This will be multi-faceted, as such are my inclinations towards words...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-59360197217570431922010-02-01T22:03:00.006-05:002010-02-01T22:48:40.905-05:00EMU, THE CAT GODDESS...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwdlZYPGxD8ssNoyMBuQXWkW0r9KuhuSENhqLGBpYxjXasR7FMZOp4mrwvtVfBmVD_ULCXuCkSxsxd3T3Gp52PDtMmdXHvQ1GIn52ZGyT1inrRE0jFLE4SwoeYM2EgOmkMqy5rVV0qlCA/s1600-h/zoomer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433477560670696338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwdlZYPGxD8ssNoyMBuQXWkW0r9KuhuSENhqLGBpYxjXasR7FMZOp4mrwvtVfBmVD_ULCXuCkSxsxd3T3Gp52PDtMmdXHvQ1GIn52ZGyT1inrRE0jFLE4SwoeYM2EgOmkMqy5rVV0qlCA/s400/zoomer.jpg" /></a> Each morning Emu perches upon the open window of her suite, to watch the sunrise, and to watch as the world around her becomes a scene of people rushing, here, and there. Emu is one of the privileged, and is rarely allowed to wander outside the palace, for there is danger at every turn, or so, says her Father...<br /><br />Emu translates into cat, and, as you can see, she takes her name seriously. Her disposition also shows great tendencies toward being a feline inclined, and would rip anyone who crossed her, to pieces. It is not her fault, her Father is a ruthless man, whose heritage goes back to the Ancient gods/goddesses of Egypt, and, having no other children, he raised his Daughter to be a warrior, of sorts...<br /><br />The young lady is prisoner to her ancestry, but, wishes that she could live as those she sees in the streets below. No one knows the torment of her desires, for she would surely pay dearly for such thoughts, as never have royal families mingled with common peoples, for the consequences would be severe, since her Father is despised by many, even those he thinks are his friends of the elite classes...<br /><br />Caught in ancient rituals, Emu is tutored, catered to, and, otherwise ignored for most of the time. Since she is an only child, she has no one her own age to converse with, to share with, nor any real companionship, save for her servants, who detest the sight of her, as she is spoiled beyond reason, with the tongue of the evil for those who irk her, or, fail to carry out her wishes as stated...<br /><br />Her Mother died in childbirth, and while the Father has taken concubines, he has not had any children of them, which is just as well, as he would ruin them anyway. He will not remarry as Emu's Mother was a haughty woman who drove him crazy. There were rumors for the longest time that he is the reason she died in childbirth, but, with no proof of wrongdoing, the rumors have laid to rest...<br /><br />This day in particular, Emu is troubled. Today is her Birthday, and, because she is 13, it is also the rite of womanhood, which bothers her, for it means that she will be given to some man soon, some man of nobility, of power, and, she is sure, after living under her Father's rule, that she will dread it with all of her heart...<br /><br />The sun has warmed the Earth, and she must take her bath soon. Servants will be present shortly to wash her, oil her, scent her, and dress her in her finest attire, for the coming celebration of her day, which should be special, but, instead, feels like death is arriving soon...<br /><br />The rite of the teens is no different for any child, regardless of location, it is a time when life will be changing, and few of them are ready to take on the change, the responsibilities therein, or, what the future holds for them, and thus, they smirk, fidget, resist, have attitudes, and are lost, in whole...<br /><br />Here they come, bowing, and urging her to cooperate. First she has a meal, of dates, a cake of some sort, some cheese, and some very strong tea, then, she is whisked to the pool for bathing, which is like an Olympic pool, located within her suites. She doesn't like the water too much, remember she thinks like a cat, however, she loves the way they wash, and oil her, and the scents they use on her, plus, they brush her hair for the longest time which almost makes her purr...<br /><br />More to come...<br /><br />NOTE: An Egyptian female is considered of age around 14, when she begins her menstrual cycle, however, in Ancient times, some were considered for marriage as young as 8, and there was a mummy wife found who was 11....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-50854100678920575772010-01-08T13:03:00.005-05:002010-01-08T14:01:03.164-05:00THE CASE FOR WINTER...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXe_T0n5X0eXzxM6PUZal_zzq9oEgPZ37cSZAfJ5kEvTqiZnNEd8lq7s-XlfRxT3533xkp04UGYmxYLvn1xVL7vKqKkFIkLtcYQaEC0NqzF3V5nk2-AanMLsx36lF1cDbfJjseF_CYTjSt/s1600-h/winter94.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424439722945745890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXe_T0n5X0eXzxM6PUZal_zzq9oEgPZ37cSZAfJ5kEvTqiZnNEd8lq7s-XlfRxT3533xkp04UGYmxYLvn1xVL7vKqKkFIkLtcYQaEC0NqzF3V5nk2-AanMLsx36lF1cDbfJjseF_CYTjSt/s400/winter94.jpg" /></a> <div align="justify">Fresh fallen snow; so beautiful in the evening hours, so glistening in the sun of the day. Looking so inviting, so soft, and yet, it is so cold. Winter is a strange mix of conditions which affect many things, including that which is of nature, as well as that which stokes our nature. It is a time of slow renewal to the Ecological, a time of colds, flu, depression, dissatisfaction, and, other moody aspects, still, it is wonderfully enriching in its wake...<br /><br />Winter is a time of purpose, a time of reflection, a time when we adhere to the situations at hand, and, actually, a time when we most learn to utilize self-entertainment in all of its many ways. Some might create, some might paint, some might knit, crochet, some might compose, some might study, research, learn, advance, some might play, some might dream, some might devise future foundations; one thing is certain, even the least inclined, will surely, find ways to make these seemingly long months, speed on by...<br /><br />The white fluff on the trees inspires me in many ways, especially in the onset of its presence; it inspires me to learn to paint, to create, to dream dreams which will manifest with the coming Spring, for I believe that rebirth is imminent with the first sprouts of green which grace the Earth, and, I want to be a part of it, in an important way, like, to make my mark in the roots of the growth...<br /><br />I saw two extraordinary Cardinals in the trees near my windows, whose deep red appearance against the snow covered trees was fascinating, and whose presence signified that even in the bitter coldness of the weather, life is alive, it is healthy, it is flourishing, though, all seems lulled, drab, and asleep; it IS, after all, a time of rest...<br /><br />We are about halfway through Winter, though, last year seemed to run into May. Of course, the first part is hardly embraced, let alone noticed, for the rush of the Holiday season, but, now, in the days after, it is there, visible, felt, and taken for what it is worth, by whomever is assessing it. I am not fond of Winter, but, I am growing more used to its gifts, seeking to find the pleasures therein, that the worst of its presence is not taken to the spirit, that it not cause any negatives, for that has never been the intention of the changes of the seasons; no, the changing of the seasons is all about positive affirmation of the continuing abundance of life:))) Enjoy!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-24819389042299243132009-11-27T03:28:00.001-05:002009-11-27T03:28:00.457-05:00LIFE IN THE MOMENT...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo9eNGEOBqTPrynSBAJKSeMHMafE4_iyTBFB9ylykRo9W0MvZDAVbtU8W5npFSQM8RVTrGSA9U1EjEaI2prPcPZdtUoeWyRguWGLJbnCVWdGlUXxcOWpETAqpJ58BJ7HEdxsyP_K5d-eZ/s1600/28-time-management.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408518147532972338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo9eNGEOBqTPrynSBAJKSeMHMafE4_iyTBFB9ylykRo9W0MvZDAVbtU8W5npFSQM8RVTrGSA9U1EjEaI2prPcPZdtUoeWyRguWGLJbnCVWdGlUXxcOWpETAqpJ58BJ7HEdxsyP_K5d-eZ/s400/28-time-management.gif" /></a> <div align="left">Life opens up a wide array of events, some of excellence, some less than desirable, some which sink us into a pit of grief, sorrow, agony, or pain. We simply never know what will come to us in any given day. But, that is alright, we are resilient peoples, we can make the best of almost anything which we face, IF we are able to resist becoming submerged in the lingering effects of what is occurring...<br /><br />Twists, and turns, ups, and downs, that's life! Some people get lost in WHAT is happening, refusing to see that this too, will pass, and create more problems for themselves in this mindset. Ah, it is wise to experience what is going on, and then, to move on to the next matter, as time moves on with, or without us, leaving in its wake more to deal with...<br /><br />Thus, we have a movement towards positive mentality, which is great, as we SHOULD be trained to live in the idea that there IS good in everything. If you have ever looked back at tough times, and thought about what happened as you left them behind, you will see what I mean. Sometimes things happen that we can level up, sometimes they happen that we lose a bad habit, or alter our character, or place us in exactly the right place, at the right time, for better times ahead. We simply never know what is ahead, and so, by keeping a positive outlook, we are more enabled to meet the troubled areas head on, without sinking in remorse of their presence...<br /><br />Life is 50/50, there is good, there is bad, we cannot alter the state/events of life, but, we can spare ourselves so much regression by accepting what we cannot change, and living in the peace of positive resolve. It offers an understanding that balance must be, often in order to make us more alive, more appreciative, more empowered for the next series of occurrences...<br /><br />Yesterday is done, and gone, tomorrow is hanging in the wings, but, today is here, it is visible, it is what it is. Living in the moment eliminates stress, as you are not worried about what is yet to come, for, only when it comes, are we able to deal with it anyway. Even businesses need to embrace living in the moment, as often, they over-project the future, which means they overlook the imminent, pertinent facts before them in the now...<br /><br />If you go to a tree for fruit, but, find the fruit is not yet available, will you sit, and watch, until the fruit is ripe? No, you will go about your life, checking now, and again, to see if it is ready to pick. You will survive without that fruit until it is ready. You will fill your time with other things, you will not live in constant anxiety of that fruit, for you know that eventually it will be ripe enough. We often place too much emphasis on waiting for things to happen, therefore, missing that, which might, be imperative in this moment...<br /><br />Live life as if it were the final hours; enjoy THIS time, make the best of what is available. Sure, dream, wish, and ponder, but, do not avoid THIS time, for THIS time is what really is:)))</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-41256272368685035052009-10-09T20:54:00.005-04:002009-10-09T21:28:30.143-04:00DEADLY LOVE...<div align="left">They were two young American kids, whom, in a rush, fell in love, or, so they thought...<br /><br />From the onset of their fiery love, the girl noticed that her guy was a bit possessive, a bit obsessive, and had a temper to boot, but, she had always been able to calm him down, and then, things would be fine for a while...<br /><br />They got married in a fever, not stopping to consider what lay ahead for them. She was a bartender at a popular spot which had live entertainment, and made good money. He did alright too with his tradesman job. If they had been more mature, things might have worked out for them...<br /><br />After a while, his jealousy became unbearable. He suspected her of all sorts of wrongdoings, and quite frequently started problems at her place of work. The owner was a good person, who had had his share of marital problems over the years, and so, did not once interfere, rather he would take the guy aside, buy him a drink, and talk to him, which worked most of the time...<br /><br />In the following months, the girl got so tired of his attitude that she told him she wanted a divorce, which caused violent fights between the two of them. He told her that if he could not have her, no one else would either. She had one child, and had taken on the responsibility of raising her teen aged Sister, therefore, really needing the money from the job she had, and did not want to lose it because of him...<br /><br />She tried everything to keep their hostilities under wraps, private, and quiet, that it would not disturb the young ones, nor her colleagues. Then, one night...<br /><br />There was a huge party at the bar, a reunion from another bar which used to be THE hot spot for entertainment. There were so many people there, she did not notice her husband in the corner, fumingly watching her, while drinking all night...<br /><br />When the night was finished, she was one of the last to leave. Outside, he was waiting for her, but, made sure that everyone else was gone before he approached her. When he did approach her, she was scared. They got into a huge fight, and he put her in his car, beating her with a tire iron, then, he strangled her to near death. Despite all of this she managed to get out of the car, and was trying to run away when he hit her with the car, and ran over her. Somehow, during this time, someone had called the husbands Brother, and when he arrived, the girl was unconscious, but yet alive...<br /><br />Putting her in his lap, he called 911. When the ambulance arrived, the Police were there, asking the Brother a million questions. The husband had taken off, leaving his wife for dead...<br /><br />She did die, in the next hour or so in the hospital. The husband was apprehended in the next state, and brought back to face 1st degree murder, which he has plead not guilty to...<br /><br />So sad, so wrong, so against the very core of love...<br /><br />Many people knew of his violence towards her, and did nothing for her. This is a common fact in abuse cases. If someone, including his own Brother, had done something, this young lady would be here today, and would be happy...<br /><br />Abusiveness quite often leads to death, and it must be stopped. The above story is true, it just happened recently in my neighborhood, the girl was only 28 years old, the husband 32. Love is not violence, love is not jealousy, love is nothing negative; it is goodness, wholesomeness, and shared happiness...<br /><br />If you know someone who is suffering abuse, don't just let it happen, try to find a way to help, even if it is anonymously. No one deserves to wind up with this kind of pain, which scars forever, for some, and leads to loss of life for others. If you are being abused, get out of there! I know it is difficult to break the ties, and to possibly end up broke, homeless, and so forth, but, it is better than being beaten half to death, believe me, I know, as I am one who broke the curse of violence, and moved on, never to be with someone who isn't right again...<br /><br />GOD be with people who are this violent, and their victims. It is one of the most confounding states of the human experience, and as I said, it has to be stopped. Such things as domestic violence are a community concern, and so, everyone should assist where they can. I was lucky, I am strong, I made it from being penniless, without a car, to rebuilding my life, for my Daughter and myself, and I haven't looked back. I am also lucky to not have emotional problems from these times. My face bears the scars, and my heart suffered for a while, but, life goes on, and I grew from the experience. Women need to help each other in such situations, as often, the fear of rejection is the deciding factor in these women removing themselves from danger... GOD bless...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-6688122482171787552009-09-22T12:46:00.005-04:002009-09-22T18:33:35.166-04:00MEET JACK...(fiction based on facts)<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKnv4AurvyJblGplQYhWY1zchw0nRUpjDP6Be3i8JeQsuL26-gb-VqN1JymVjQa0nPpByqbSEjQGB-7iL5DDzX_skDnjtyOyWyqTHLYhU6tq4NU-eFFJYucLWsnnemTSi8H60NWjzELer/s1600-h/homeless3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384341741634723650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKnv4AurvyJblGplQYhWY1zchw0nRUpjDP6Be3i8JeQsuL26-gb-VqN1JymVjQa0nPpByqbSEjQGB-7iL5DDzX_skDnjtyOyWyqTHLYhU6tq4NU-eFFJYucLWsnnemTSi8H60NWjzELer/s400/homeless3.jpg" /></a>Upon his face is engraved the harshness of his life, although, in his eyes, you can yet detect a pleasant personality, one accustomed to better circumstances. His smile is rare, but, when he does smile, it lights the space around him, and his laughter is a sound to be appreciated...<br /><br />He had worked all of his life, and had enjoyed most of it. One day, the economy did a flip; his employer went bankrupt, which left him without the pension he had counted on, plus, so many were without work that finding a job was like unto a miracle. It wasn't long before his money ran out, and because he owed on his home, he lost that to foreclosure, unemployment ran out, and here he is, homeless, and destitute, though he contributed to his life, and society for all of those years...<br /><br />This kind soul has had to endure all sorts of things he would have never imagined years ago, but, ungrudingly he goes about his business of being homeless. In his heart is heaviness, but, in his soul, there is yet faith, there is yet compassion, there is yet hope, each of which, he attempts to share with those who share his status. He has become famous in the streets for being one to help through most crisis' which the homeless find themselves in. He has organized groups of people who have common interests, such as those with vocal/musical skills, the elderly, the youth, and so forth, trying to give each of these lost souls something to live for, something to look forward to...<br /><br />This man, whom we will call Jack, has the right idea, for he is working through his circumstances/situation with positive belief that even in the worst of times, there can be good to come of it. He is like an angel to many, for he has shown them that the compassion can live on, even when it seems that no one gives a damn! Yes, he is special, and should be rewarded for all he has done, for with such minds, and hearts as his, the streets are a bit safer, a bit warmer, and a bit less intimidating for those who will meet this fate. The numbers of homeless people is arising daily, and need such inspiring folks around to help them to adapt to this awful state of affairs. I wish that Jack could be everywhere, at once, that all such people could learn from his example, thus, igniting greater optimism for these poor neighbors of ours...<br /><br />Never take things for granted! You simply do not know what is in the future, regardless of your status. By adopting a 'here in the now' attitude, you will greatly enhance the moment, granting you greater pleasure in the now! Life is short, and circumstances/conditions change, so, be grateful, be thankful for this time, regardless if it is less than you would have it to be. These are lessons that such people as Jack show us in their ability to make the most of what they have left to deal with...<br /><br />If Jack survives the elements, the conditions, of the streets for a bit longer, I am sure that the Heavens/Universe will pull him up, then, place in his heart to create some sort of safe haven for some of the street people; I really believe this, for he is a blessing to others, therefore, he is blessed...<br /><br />Next time you see someone like Jack, be kind, friendly, and caring, for I tell you this, especially in this day, lots of these folks were your neighbors. They are bearing, not the weight of their wrong decisions, but, the weight of an imbalanced economical structure, which clearly, was doomed from the start, as in placing such responsibility into certain hands, which care not about the Jacks of the world, spending frivolously, not considering the future consequences of doing so, and, not foreseeing that with over-population, jacked up pricing, and other factors, that there would be great price for short-sightedness, which only the common man will suffer the most...<br /><br />Also, remember this, there are millions of homeless/impoverished in this world, but, right here in America, the number of women and children is staggering, with estimates that one in every 50 children will be homeless this year! That is one nasty statement to the citizens of this country, think? All I can say is that I hope that there is a Jack somewhere nearby for these kids to look up to, to learn from, and to find hope from, otherwise, the next society in line will be worse than we can ever imagine, for without fundamental comforts, or acceptances, what will be bred in the minds of these children???<br /><br />Jack is a man who learned to make something of his situation, but, there are not many like him, and so, his example should inspire some of us to take up his lead, that these suffering people might be able to retain some semblance of dignity, pride, LOVE, and hope...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-48391553843006818782009-09-21T21:22:00.005-04:002009-09-21T21:59:38.710-04:00HAPPY AUTUMN!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp60u7L8F_FCDTu4ifFY_V6ugqp4tqs7glIcEiCuvvpATMVQ7i8uAnYdgVAkvs4yMWExXynP13mfiokjc0CggfOpC7L3Wq6qumipaF_egFIoxbT_DTmypBPdbDf0IO7k-FECBYTtTOLk9/s1600-h/www_pics_am-autmn4.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384104243713954370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFp60u7L8F_FCDTu4ifFY_V6ugqp4tqs7glIcEiCuvvpATMVQ7i8uAnYdgVAkvs4yMWExXynP13mfiokjc0CggfOpC7L3Wq6qumipaF_egFIoxbT_DTmypBPdbDf0IO7k-FECBYTtTOLk9/s400/www_pics_am-autmn4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwK6nirDu_zBwyu853OKLjcTUM3pLFJkxCDQ5IGYHThQnv5KbEspDA8LEkuttuYQtyqb_53RbVeyJNbtsJrkmlBoie4bS_6yUcvxYf2ULWkaVezokds_n_8iFsT_qqmuYZka8TdCa7ifP5/s1600-h/www_pics_am-autmn4.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Autumn, a time for greenery to fade away,<br />While, in fallen leaves, children do play,<br />Certain smells fill the air, such as the muskiness of dirt, and flowers gone dry,<br />Little by little, darkness seems to devour, the once blue sky.<br />The weather turns cooler, with each night,<br />As the winds whisk through, dried up memories of Summer dance with delight,<br />Being carried to places where they will create compost for the Earth,<br />That once again, in Spring, there will be healthy rebirth.<br />Beautiful colors line the roads, the streets,<br />Some to be stored in between waxed paper sheets,<br />Halloween decor takes over, with goblins, and monsters of all kinds,<br />As Trick or Treat? fills our minds.<br />There are trips to cider mills, with their wonderful fare,<br />The scent of such places is that to which few other things compare.<br />Apple doughnuts are divinely tasty, the cider is good too,<br />Plus, all sorts of other fruited goods, are waiting for you!<br />We busy ourselves with school, work, and prepping for the Holiday season,<br />You see, it is set up that with each quarter, we have ample reason,<br />To embrace, and celebrate life; though, there are times when,<br />We wish for it to be one, or the other, again.<br />Fall is rather interesting, I would say, as it inspires many things,<br />There is a vast array of events, added to the conditions it brings.<br />Enjoy it, it passes much too fast,<br />Unlike Winter, which seems to last, and last...<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">LWINSOR</span> © 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-69269338653282640242009-09-18T21:50:00.002-04:002009-09-18T22:26:12.712-04:00AS WE FACE FALL, I AM A BIT OFF THE WALL:)))<div align="left">'Twas the Summer of '09, one that was not so fine...<br /><br />Hey everyone! How goes it? I hope that this Summer was better for most than it was for me! Not that it was a bad Summer, let's just say, it was a strangely odd Summer. For one thing, the weather was out of whack, with more cool, rather dark, rainy days, than brightly warm ones. Plus, I had an illness which lasted for half of the Summer, and was on those nasty steroids, which ought to be illegal to prescribe to people, well, especially women. Man, they suck, they affect you all the way to your DNA. But, at least I am getting better, and stronger, and so, I have that to be thankful for, plus, there WAS SOME good from the warm season, so, I won't scratch it off completely:)))<br /><br />Did you know that last year, I think it was Oct. 6Th, an asteroid, hit the Earth? It was quite large, and landed in the Sudanese desert, with fragments found all over Africa. Which means that it ripped quite a sizable hole in the atmosphere, and could be responsible for many of the odd things which are occurring, like the weather, tsunamis, and so forth. I watched a documentary about it on the History channel, it was fascinating. You wouldn't believe how many asteroids/meteorites/great balls of fire, are heading this way, and their potential range of damage. The one that hit last year, had it hit New York City, would have totally demolished it, and certainly would have had repercussions which would be widespread, such as earthquakes, tidal waves, and more. We are pretty defenseless when it comes to objects from space, of which, much is some of our own debris from space travels, and advancements. Interesting stuff. I could go on for quite a while about this subject, but, will not, at least not right now...<br /><br />Fascinating things are happening all around us, many of which we have no control over, and many of which we created ourselves, all of which are life threatening. Advancement always has a price, and too much knowledge in the wrong hands/mentalities can be extremely deadly for the world as a whole...<br /><br />For instance, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Iran's President says now that the nuclear issue is over, and done, as North Korea's nuclear capability CAN reach the U. S., and Israel. Hmmmn, what's up dudes? Like we are not aware, or capable???<br /><br />You know, my step-Father helped build the original nuclear power plants, and I would scream at him for being involved, for, despite their usefulness in normal conditions, they are dangerous as hell in the event of leaks, damage, war, etc.. I mean, what price for advancement???<br /><br />Nuclear anything should be eradicated from the minds, possession, and use of humanity, as it is beyond destructive, it is a quick way to the end of life from the air, the land, the water, and all in between. It is simply AGAINST the logic of nature, period. Dang shame that brilliance is deadly, but, in most cases, it truly is...<br /><br />Anyway, it is almost Autumn; in fact, here, it is Fall like with temps supposedly in the 60's for a high, in the next few days! For the past 2 weeks, we have been noticing trees which have already changed colors! Isn't that a sign of a long, horrible Winter? I heard that they are predicting for the U. S., an ice-sandwiched Winter; whatever that means, I don't like the sound of it! I detest Winter, it is toooooooo long, icy, and cold, at least up where I reside!!!<br /><br />Wow, my first post all season long, and it is filled with some off the wall stuff! Hahahaha, sorry about that, guess I needed to let it flow...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-8684257877710985922009-06-28T20:25:00.002-04:002009-06-28T20:34:08.159-04:00GONE FOR THE SUMMER:)))<div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Time has been flying by so quickly, and with so much to do, I am left with little time, especially for extra work, and so, for at least the Summer months, this site will have to take a back seat...<br /><br />Since I caregive, I have a quite full plate already, with at least 2 full households to manage, plus, I recently started an org. which is geared at supplying winter items for the homeless/impoverished/suffering, and am actively knitting to fulfill a great need of providing hope, and some extra comfort for these people, as well as I am working on my book, so, you see, I am overly busy at this time, with even more I could mention...<br /><br />It is also vacationing time, just finished the first one, and in 2 weeks will be taking another. It is time to enjoy the Summer months, for they are gone before we realize it, only to be faced with the heaviness of Winter...<br /><br />This is a site I had great hopes for, but, life happens, and perhaps, in the colder months, I can revive the original premise for it, we will see...<br /><br />I wish each of you a fantastically enhanced, enjoyable, rockin' Summer, and I wish you love, peace, health, and happiness:))))</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-69578863805483543152009-04-24T21:14:00.003-04:002009-04-24T22:33:48.376-04:00THE ANCIENT TRIBE WHO DISCOVERED NIGHT LIGHTS...<div align="left">Long ago, in ancient times, there were no stars in the sky to light the night. The primitive people were fearful of moving at night, as it was simply too dark to do so, and so, they went to sleep as the sun set in the sky...<br /><br />Tribes often had to move from one location to another, as their food supply would run out, or low, or the weather was better to the South, and so forth. One tribe in particular, was in transition, and was camping by a lake for the night, when it was reported that one of the younger male members was not accounted for. The male tribesmen did not know what to do, as they were so fearful of the dark, and sat in their sleeping skins, pondering the situation...<br /><br />The Mother of the missing youth was heard sobbing. The males knew that they had to do something, but, still, they were not sure. Another of the youth shouted out that he would go searching, that he was not afraid, which made the elders realize that they had to take action, and so, as they fumbled around, they managed to form a line of themselves, each holding the next ones shoulders, that they would head in the same direction...<br /><br />They moved slowly, using spears to touch out before them as they could not see what was in front of them. As they were doing so, all of sudden there were many tiny lights surrounding them. They fell to their knees, as they were frightened, and did not know what the lights were, nor, where they had come from...<br /><br />There were murmurs, and discussions going on about the lights, as one light landed on one of the males hands. He screamed, as when it landed, it lit up brightly. It was a strange light to all of them, and since it was moving around, they could not understand its power...<br /><br />The male tribesmen moved in on the member who had this strange light on his hand. They could sort of see each other now, and conversed back and forth about this mystical magic which had happened to them. They became so involved in discovering, that they did not realize that it was almost dawn. They had also forgotten about the rescue effort...<br /><br />As the sun began breaking the horizon, the males were yet fixated on the light. As it grew lighter, they could see that it was some sort of creature. They were so fascinated, that they made grunting noises, and not much more...<br /><br />Then, they realized that they had forgotten the search for the missing youth, and placed the odd creature in a bag, deciding that they had to search during the morning at least. They travelled for about a mile when they heard voices. The youth they were searching for was before them with some strangers. He was speaking in his tongue, telling the strangers that these were his people. As they came closer together, the tribesmen were taken back by the strangers. They were bright, like the daylight, with shiny yellow hair, and eyes which had no color...<br /><br />As they met, the youth hugged all his tribal people, as if he were so happy to be reunited. The elders scolded him, and demanded to know what had happened. He told them that the bright people had taken him when he was in the last of the line, as they were in transition. They were kind to him, had fed him, and tried to communicate with him, but, it was tough going. Then, he told them that they had light in the night. All of the tribesmen were perplexed, and did not believe it. He told them to wait until nightfall, and they would see...<br /><br />Back the two groups headed to the campground. There was much celebration over the finding of the youth. The two groups used sign language, and tried to communicate, though it was far from effective, they did manage to seem to understand somewhat. The male with the odd creature pulled it out of the bag, and the bright men said, "AH, a lightening bug". This did not explain anything to the tribesmen, and it was hard to explain without words, although, one bright man attempted by using signs, and drawing in the dirt. Only the youth who was missing seemed to understand and he attempted to translate, though, there were areas which did not make sense, those areas which the youth had failed to understand himself...<br /><br />As the day grew dimmer, the bright man went and gathered wood, which caused interest from the tribe. They then placed dried grasses, and other such under the wood, which they had placed in a sort of hole in the ground. One man began rubbing two sticks together, which further puzzled the tribe. He was frantically twirling the two sticks, in which he had placed a piece of flint, when suddenly, it was on fire. This lit up the dried grasses, and smaller twigs, which began a large fire. Everyone was excited, and demanded to know how to do this. And so, the night was filled with teaching the tribesmen how to twirl two sticks to make fire...<br /><br />Only a couple of the tribesmen got the hang of it, but, they did so well with it, that they built a fire which was so large, that fire reached the sky, and every time the wood sparked, the fire stayed in the sky, and thus, there were now stars in the sky...<br /><br />This tribe was now empowered, and with this power, ruled the continent, until more bright people came to take the continent away from them, and even so, they could not despise the bright people, for they had given them a gift so precious, so viable, which would guide their way evermore. They taught all of the other tribes the necessary skill of fire, and thus, more stars were added to the sky...<br /><br />Oh, and about the odd creature who gave off light, the tribesmen found them in abundance, captured as many as they could, and created the first lanterns, which only lasted for one night each, but, they were very happy, as now they had all kinds of light, which prior they thought was impossible. They, to this day, have a feast in celebration of The Great Spirit, the lightening bug, and of fire; each celebration runs for a week, where you can see tribesmen dressed as lightening bugs, or, as flames of fire. Each night of the celebration, which is held in the warmest months, all of the tribes gathered, sleep outside that they can see, and praise, the stars in the sky, for they created them after all, and appreciate the effect of them, so very much...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-88448110822818920612009-04-23T14:28:00.002-04:002009-04-23T14:40:52.026-04:00IT IS SPRING!!!<div align="left">It is Spring! I can see it everywhere, I can smell it; how awesome are the wonders of this season!<br /><br />The grass turned green almost overnight, shooting up as if it were racing time. Flowers are peeking through, birds are singing "Hallelujah", the trees have opened their buds, exposing various shades, and hues of green, and there are even flying bugs, plus, the temperatures are rising daily!!!<br /><br />I know, I make a celebration of Spring, and Summer every year, but, I cannot help myself. Where I live was like a tundra this year, and the time seemed to freeze with the humidity, so, I am more than excited, I am elated!!!<br /><br />The patio is decked with party lights, patio furniture in place, a new, and larger grill, which has already been used a few times, and this weekend, flowers, herbs, and plants will grace the already excellent setting. Last weekend was actually warm enough to sit out, to bask in the glorious, soul warming sun, leaving its traces upon my winter white skin!!!<br /><br />Walking season, biking season, Frisbee season, baseball, and softball season, and oh, lots of things to love about this beautiful season!!!<br /><br />Thank GOD for spring, this season when everything, is new, fresh, and full of life, which helps to alleviate the strife.<br />Thank GOD for rejuvenation, and rebirth of habitation, for miracles are abloom left, and right, from morning, until the night!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-40624652832305560542009-04-21T20:04:00.001-04:002009-04-21T20:07:04.666-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">A beautiful planet, called Earth,<br />Home of our birth,<br />Has been abused by irresponsibility,<br />And, is now suffering, though all of it, we might not see.<br />This Earth Day, take time to consider your part in the whole,<br />Let us ease some of the toll,<br />Taken upon the air, the land, the sea,<br />Please, take time to live more consciously,<br />That life might go on for many generations ahead,<br />Let's live in code green, instead of, code red....</div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-33222243576355693552009-04-17T23:40:00.002-04:002009-04-18T00:15:58.192-04:00ADDICTION TO CREATING...<div align="left">It is nearing the midnight hour, and the flow begins. The flow of thoughts which inspire fingers to tap the strokes of the keyboard. Those thoughts which might, or might not, be useful, purposeful, or, welcomed by anyone else...<br /><br />A restless spirit on an endless flight, my imagination comes to life at night, causing me to ponder, then to write, that which I feel, but, cannot verify by sight...<br /><br />I need to finish the story 'Alabaster Lies', though, for right now, it is best if it lay dormant, for I anticipate something brewing in the context, which just hasn't surfaced yet, but, it will, of that I have no doubt...<br /><br />A brainstorm for creative people, often includes confusion, as they cannot fully 'see' what is occurring, though, most of us merely go with it, as it leads us to discovery, even if the rough product might need lots of sensible alteration before it is ready. Composers, musicians, artists, writers, poets, and other creative minds are led to producing, usually without 'seeing' the whole of the effort, usually only sensing its importance, and thus, having a need, an urge, a drive to actualize what they do not know, but, are aware of. Does that make sense to anyone but me??? Hahahahaha...<br /><br />These inspirations are my favorites, for even if I must pull myself out of bed at 4 a. m., and wearily put onto paper what is materializing, it is compelling, mysterious, and intriguing, plus, once it starts to take shape, it is exhilarating, and interesting to view its sort of natural flow to completion. Even this will need work to perfect, but, cannot be ignored, for you will lose the moment, the thought, and possibly an idea of great magnitude. Actually, if you do not respond to this curious awakening of the creative flow, you will lose rest, or sleep anyway, as it will keep infatuating your logical, conscious, and unconscious mind as you lay there...<br /><br />If I could afford the time, I would write as many hours as my body, and mind would allow for. I love it that much. It is like a freeing of the 'real' me which no one has privy to, and which I cannot express any other way. It is like the seepage of the soul, the release of the emotions, and the thoroughway for the thoughts...<br /><br />What causes this addiction to creating? Is it intrinsic? I believe it is. Some have developed the taste for it, others, such as myself, have tasted it from birth, and have given into the unrelenting calling from the depths of the being. It is as if there were nothing else as imperative to conclude before breath leaves us, it has to be done, for whatever it is worth, now, or even after...<br /><br />There are consequences, obstacles, and other factors which come from having such an addiction, still, we are only interested in the final product, then, we can rest. Well, maybe not, though, once a masterpiece of some sort is visible, marketable, and recognized, there is something to show for all of the effort, which for some, is enough, and for others, creates more desire to do yet better. I think that I will relax a bit when it happens for me, then, I will most likely, attempt to produce something even better. After all, this is what I am, and what I do, for better, or for worse...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-55940135862275706342009-04-13T20:39:00.002-04:002009-04-13T20:58:04.955-04:00SOMETHING COOL IS HAPPENING FOR ME!!!<div align="center">I was trying to sleep the other night, and well, [I am sure that other writers, lyricists, and artists, can relate to this], I had to get up, as it started penetrating my mind, making me anxious, and not wanting to lose the flow of anything, I needed to jot down what was going on. I was up until almost 4 working on what had come to me as I lay down. What came to me? My next project, a book. I love how things arise like this from the depths of the soul, to inflame the mind, the spirit, and inspire the succession of words which follow such a revelation. It is awesome, don't you agree???<br /><br />I got most of the pertinent details worked out, such as the title, the table of contents, the preface, the cover, and a few other things. I like that it has started out like this, as often, these details can derail the whole project, for they often are the most difficult to come to terms with, and so, I can now go, chapter by chapter, based on what is laid out before me, as opposed trying to determine what should go in what chapter. Cool, eh? I sure think so...<br /><br />When things come together, such as this project did so naturally, if I get stuck in one area of writing, I can try to work on another, think? Since the chapters are so perfectly in order, I can go back and forth as thoughts present themselves. It is like, Yeah, this IS meant to be. I have never been more sure that this is right!!!<br /><br />My whole life I have awakened to write this, or that. Often, I can hear my words being sung by someone, and I have to obey, arise, and pen it before it slips away. It is sometimes difficult to do, but, once you do it, you are geeked, and the words have a life of their own. This is one of the most fascinating aspects of being a writer, and I obey, most times. Sometimes I awaken with nothing more than an idea, but, an idea which is burning in me, and I jot this down, that at a later date, I can work it out. One never knows what is lying in store, especially when one is driven to produce...<br /><br />Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you were not free to express the artist within? If you could not record your thoughts, if you could not create? Wow! That would be like living in an asylum, and could probably drive some people that mad, think???<br /><br />Lately, things have been happening for me, in small, but, significant ways, and I feel that my life as a writer is beginning to shape to the point where it is going to finally pay off. I like this feeling, as it aids in creating, and aids in providing the energy necessary to fulfill such. If I have to write in the oddest hours of the day/night, I will find the gumption to do so, for my inner assurance feels that it is time, and that it is being led, and I do believe that this is how it happens...:))))</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-67381346731455648512009-04-11T11:29:00.007-04:002009-04-11T12:37:11.503-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcyeDPfLrXelvjJNfCN2J7FORAHowilnGVo3BxuCWjFF2XyGVbIyyxu8Oj8Tf2XtkLEy6i2F6Jje5QLhk9CaGf8dvcDHLORswwZFHMmilJuwtrqtTzpNDcWkBxAvnaA-WRHRAZVfmvENH/s1600-h/happy-easter-word-art.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323457662285064322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcyeDPfLrXelvjJNfCN2J7FORAHowilnGVo3BxuCWjFF2XyGVbIyyxu8Oj8Tf2XtkLEy6i2F6Jje5QLhk9CaGf8dvcDHLORswwZFHMmilJuwtrqtTzpNDcWkBxAvnaA-WRHRAZVfmvENH/s400/happy-easter-word-art.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK94RYY8sL9cmh4sUOYxB48-qZ9Q66-Z2p6WESqvcFA9-ZC69FV7Son9IycJJyCMv_E4jJTCvTZ5eN2f1Z32SzVU4SJkIcFVNV2e5yQYzJPV6RTaCYrU6BTH96RCD6-Wopw3ftCUgLf3Z2/s1600-h/img45.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323457456139915362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK94RYY8sL9cmh4sUOYxB48-qZ9Q66-Z2p6WESqvcFA9-ZC69FV7Son9IycJJyCMv_E4jJTCvTZ5eN2f1Z32SzVU4SJkIcFVNV2e5yQYzJPV6RTaCYrU6BTH96RCD6-Wopw3ftCUgLf3Z2/s400/img45.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong><span style="color:#993399;">HAPPY EASTER!!!</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Here comes Peter Cottontail,</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Hopping down the bunny trail,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">His basket full of chocolate, marshmallows, and jelly beans,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">With eggs all perfectly decorated, in colors of the rainbow, and spring greens...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><br />Easter is a favorite time of year,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">As nature comes to replenish, and spread its cheer,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Happy Easter to you, may it be a time of great joy and fun,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">And filled with the Spirit of the most Holy one~~~</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-35828745443608949992009-04-02T20:38:00.004-04:002009-04-02T21:04:26.349-04:00ALABASTER LIES...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3t2fcna4z_hVyejCtGn-6jXqM7WnJe9JlzzRV0qEGCH-6DvIzhyPUsk6SPHX672ox1mYbAD2t-2GkH9Ft4WqGf5FB0_meomk9qO2v2IpeZj0dUiFAXX4qehtSX2D79eb8p4QepHL3805/s1600-h/www_pics_am-whelan-michael117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320258386184822882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3t2fcna4z_hVyejCtGn-6jXqM7WnJe9JlzzRV0qEGCH-6DvIzhyPUsk6SPHX672ox1mYbAD2t-2GkH9Ft4WqGf5FB0_meomk9qO2v2IpeZj0dUiFAXX4qehtSX2D79eb8p4QepHL3805/s400/www_pics_am-whelan-michael117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In this commune, if you will, there lives 39 people, ranging in age from 17 to 77. Ina is the youngest, and the Master is the oldest. The average age is 30 something...<br /><br />The Master is a man of great principle, and even greater intelligence, though, his compassion levels are less than desirable. He tries to run his people with an iron fist, but, at his age, even though they respect him, they are prone to question his directives, and at times, flat out argue with him. He does not respond to challenges well, and will sulk, pout; which creates further wedges between his chosen few, and himself. He has a wife, who is in her late 60's, she is very quiet, and tends to refrain from too much involvement with the others, though, she does most of the cooking, and oversees the household. And so, with these two personalities, there is reason for others to ponder change...<br /><br />Ina has a personal attendant who is in charge of almost everything Ina does. She is 22 years old, and like Ina, an orphan. The Master favors both girls, but, he expects too much of both of them. When they were younger, they used to be close, however, the Master was able to tear them apart, by filling each of their heads with talks which made each of them doubt the sincerity of the other. Now, I know I said that the Master was extremely principled, still, he is not perfect, plus, he is from the old school of Master's, and does things to fit his own agendas, often, not realizing that what he has done is unethical, or not for the best of the whole situation. He is a stern man, from the mountains of Nepal, raised in luxury, and used to making his way, THE way...<br /><br />There was something brewing around her, Ina could sense it. She could feel it, and could not dismiss it, for she was trained to an almost perfectly honed sensitivity to the thoughts, and actions of those around her. It was her gift, the Master had told her, as he spent countless hours training her. He told her that it was a wonderful gift, and would serve the community, and herself well, throughout life. It is a fine gift, if it is used effectively...<br /><br />Ina asked her attendant if she had noticed, or heard anything going on. The girl, whose name is Savitah, lied to her mistress, and said, "No". "Why do you ask this of me"? Ina knew easily that the girl had lied, and told her, "I don't know why, I was simply asking". Which means that purity was beginning to shatter in the alabaster confines of the world in which she lived. Ina was troubled, for she had never lied before, but, this girl, Savitah, had done it to her, and not wanting to reveal her instincts, she had returned the lie. Ina rushed out of the room, and went for a walk along the beautiful Zen gardens, feeling as if she had betrayed the world, and the Heavens above...<br /><br />More to come... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-57344642256868708432009-03-29T19:35:00.004-04:002009-03-30T11:32:14.323-04:00ALABASTER LIES...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2wiW5o5oSKDQ6-9aAfT1nX6dJtozCw-IgjJ086eW6iVcfLeuPrxZCBDm18m_wtoKVk3tvUfUnjGiIz_qGwXVBDv7s6CO1v03z5PIW6mJrAypJ6YEF19M7YekjDNByjZiLQykXzqGCXyZ/s1600-h/www_pics_am-whelan-michael117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319003815383661042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2wiW5o5oSKDQ6-9aAfT1nX6dJtozCw-IgjJ086eW6iVcfLeuPrxZCBDm18m_wtoKVk3tvUfUnjGiIz_qGwXVBDv7s6CO1v03z5PIW6mJrAypJ6YEF19M7YekjDNByjZiLQykXzqGCXyZ/s400/www_pics_am-whelan-michael117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">She sits enclosed in alabaster white walls, with her alabaster white skin, and her alabaster purity of being...<br /><br />Since birth, she has been raised in purity, including the house in which she lives, the foods she eats, the drinks she swallows, and the people she associates with. She has never known anything besides the way she lives, though, she often gazes out her window out into the world below, wondering why it is so close to her, but, so far removed...<br /><br />In these years, cities have gone up around her. She has never been allowed to leave her complex, for her family refuses to let her be exposed to normal life, in fear that she would welcome it, despite her upbringing. They plan to keep her chaste as long as they live...<br /><br />Her Father is the only one who leaves the complex, for supplies, and such that they need to sustain their secluded life. He also goes to sell things that they can pay for what they need, and build upon their crested estate. He often spends the night out when he visits the real world, but, no one questions him, no asks him what is down there, what he did, or anything else. He is the master of the family, and he is to be respected at all times, regardless. Each person in the complex has been raised to understand this, and if their curiosity gets the best of them, they would never let on...<br /><br />The alabaster skinned girl is named Ina. She is now 17 years old, and has never been anything but the youngest female member of a growing complex of people who are intelligent, self-sufficient, and whom live in a set of standards and beliefs, which are foreign to modern times. Ina is an orphan, adopted by the master, whom she calls Father, for he raised her since she was approximately 3 years old. She has a good life, she could want for nothing, still, her mind wonders, and wanders a bit too much, which is apparent to the family, causing great scoldings, and slaps now, and again. This always perplexes Ina, as she does not understand why they find the idea of wonder offensive. She has never been informed of their ultimate purpose for having raised her, and so, she is not privy to the reason they intend to keep her more pure, than even they...<br /><br />This is a group of people who hates the world, despise the sin, the lies, the falsehoods, and the negativity from it. They decided many years ago to become separate from the world, except to bargain and wager with it. They created their own creed to live by, and purchased a large amount of land, up in the lower mountain range, on which they built a great white confine, surrounded by fences, and other security features, including guards, dogs, and more...<br /><br />To be continued...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-73196182315800703352009-03-21T21:18:00.002-04:002009-03-21T21:41:06.119-04:00UNTO THINE OWN SELF REMAIN TRUE...<div align="center">One can get lost here on the 'Net, in that, we look around, find this or that, discover things which appeal to our intellect, our emotions, our style, and so forth. We might simply be browsing, and, bam!, we get caught up in all there is to see, or partake in, which for a writer, can create more grief than not, in many aspects...<br /><br />A word of advice, stick to your own original ideas, follow your own instincts, and keep your style as it is, unless there is room for improvement, which there always is, but, do not judge your work against anyone else's, and don't try to imitate any one's style, for it will come up empty, not worth the time wasted. You never know when that important someone might be browsing, stopping to view your work, and, you might find yourself leveraged, exposed, or discovered. So, be true to yourself, forget about the others, and do the best you can do...<br /><br />I only bring this up, as I too, have gotten lost in it all, only to realize that I do best what I do best, and, there is no way I can do anything else, regardless of the stature of my best, it has to be purely, my own best...<br /><br />Ah, I have been busy, so busy that I can barely blog, let alone write as I would like. I do manage to do a post, or two, most days, but, it is not like it used to be when I had lots of free time. That is all good though, as I am helping out people, surviving, growing, studying, and heading in the direction which I am being led to, so, I cannot complain...<br /><br />My studies are going well, I am maintaining at least a 95% average in both classes. I have lots more to take before I get to where I would like to be, but, this is a lifetime commitment to learn, stay ahead, and become an expert in several fields. I love to learn, it is fascinating, even when it hurts the brain!!! Hahahaha...<br /><br />Hey, do you think that social networks are useful, or worth the addiction they create? I am having doubts, and just wonder how other people feel about them. I am sure that there are some way worth it, such as Linked-In, and others, but, the usual, such as Twitter, and Facebook, leave me less than satisfied with all of the flash, and the rush to friend everyone imaginable. Useful? In a sense, yes, but, I challenge anyone to prove to me that they have done well in their pursuit of connecting, in regards to sales, and other. Perhaps it is above my simple mentality, but, honestly, I do not see that many can make great gain from certain networks. Of course, it could have something to do with particular fields as well, I do not know...<br /><br />Off I go to take another test. I will put up a new story real soon. I am working on time management right now, and will definitely include time for this site, as it is important to me, if no one else, and is one of my original baby's, which means a lot. Until later, unto thine own self be true, and follow your dreams, your heart, and your instincts, for no one does it better than you. Peace to all!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-62224700462601598692009-03-04T20:53:00.005-05:002009-03-04T21:33:07.615-05:00DREAMS OF A DREAMER...<div align="center">I have dreams; bigger than the sky above, more rooted than the trees in the Earth, and, more searing into my soul than the fire of love...<br /><br />Dreams are paradoxical, until they become reality. The path to their manifestation is a rugged path, one which is filled with the unknown, obstructions, obstacles, and delusions, although, that is mainly perceptual in the emotional thought process. If we could simply believe with all of our beings that dreams do come true, or can come true, then we would not face so much along the way. In fact, we could more easily enjoy the journey, but, I am sure that part of the process is that we learn along the way, that we are more grateful, appreciative, and receptive to the end goal...<br /><br />We kill our own dreams with perplexing fear. We overly complicate things which pertain to our own happiness. We writhe and grind in stress, striving to believe in ourselves, our worth, and thus, we create negative fields of energy around us, which are detected by those outside of our beings, then, we become frustrated that this dream, which seemed so simple from thought to action, has become a complex monster; a monster which we, alone, created, fed, and allowed to exist...<br /><br />Dreams are not easily manifested. Time and conditions prevail. We have no control over time, except in usage of it. Conditions we can alter, but, we have to realize the benefit of altering them, and see the potential in doing so, although, conditions also, are often, affected by time. Bottom line goes something like this, at least for me; if you truly want something to happen, it is within your power(s) to make it happen. It is a choice you have, and with certain criteria in place, such as confidence, strength, perseverance, patience, fortitude, gratitude, attitude, and positive mentality, you most certainly can realize most dreams...<br /><br />Many people have not realized their dreams until they were near death. This should remind us that it is not the time it takes to realize them, but, that they were realized. Many other people have not ever realized their dreams because they could not stand patient long enough for time to allow for them to become reality. You see, it is conditioning our attitude, and keeping the dream alive which grants dreams life....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-68346200489538285622009-03-02T22:33:00.005-05:002009-03-02T23:00:14.874-05:00IS PEACE & BROTHERHOOD OF MANKIND REALLY A PIPELINE DREAM???<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5ACBRbbGfvLMGYsKS_PAZVAmHWO1BuNf-1Na8yvaGB6pNBJdP8db6-jIUCpPooEb42Y0zbWHNSvvbZ5n19nxBwbKVg0iqI3bXsH813FfmzY76FQQbhZiXzyMCdbIIOzIB_tCVnI70qU-/s1600-h/000408-000046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308801957614460834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5ACBRbbGfvLMGYsKS_PAZVAmHWO1BuNf-1Na8yvaGB6pNBJdP8db6-jIUCpPooEb42Y0zbWHNSvvbZ5n19nxBwbKVg0iqI3bXsH813FfmzY76FQQbhZiXzyMCdbIIOzIB_tCVnI70qU-/s400/000408-000046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That the world should come together, as one, in respect, in love, in peace, is a pipeline dream???<br /><br />It is odd that so many do see it as a dream that the world come together, as one, for we are nothing more, nothing less, than human beings, one and all; our differences were ordained for a greater purpose than we might ever know...<br /><br />At this time in my life, I am beginning to think that people are not happy unless they are finding fault, or something to bitch about. There are few issues which are really relevant to the point of breeding hatred, prejudice, bias, and all out racism, still, it is prominent in our society, even at this late date...<br /><br />I am beyond understanding why people would want only one kind of people, one color of people, one culture of people, as it is variety which gives to the spice of life. Every culture, every race, every tradition of heritage, has something which adds to the overall experience of life, and it is shameful that we frown upon GOD's creations, for each is imperative to the whole...<br /><br />There was great chatter amongst Americans, and the world, that Barack Obama's win would bring together the races of this land, that his win would invoke a harmoniously orchestrated change for the good of all man. Instead, we are witnessing, hearing, and reading of incited racism from all sides. Instead, we are experiencing racial slurs, acts, and innuendos all over the board...<br /><br />I don't know what it will take for the spell of prejudice to break, but, I do know this, if we could just view each other as people, and not as a skin color, or as a separate culture, we might find aligned peace, and brotherhood...<br /><br />Yes, I have said it before, and Yes, I will say it again, I love the unending colors before my sight! It is wonderful to see the differences in humanity, the shades, the hues, the tones, and the traditions of each person. I would be bored to death with one race, one heritage, one set of traditions, not to mention, I would be limited by such, just as all of us would if we were all the same. C'mon people, c'mon world, grow up, get a grip, and live for life, love, and liberty, and forget the unnecessary obsession with race or creed; it is tiring, it is useless, it is lessening the beauty, the fulfillment, and the wonders of life... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-30227747684335414522009-02-17T19:18:00.005-05:002009-02-17T19:44:28.698-05:00TIME TO GET REAL...<div align="center">I have been writing for most of my life, I have 3 pieces published; many read my work, but, I have yet to make my mark upon the world in my endeavors. Part of this is due to the fact that I have wasted much time trying to perfect my creativity, as opposed to marketing it. It is all my fault, without doubt...<br /><br />Now that I am finally willing, and ready to take the plunge to publish, I am met with billions of writers, some who are astounding writers, and others who are not so astounding. Regardless of their skill, marketing is the leveraging key to becoming a successful writer, in these times. Marketing oneself requires much deliberation, study, and careful application in order to be noticed, and being noticed is the primary, and end goal of marketing. After that, then you have to devise ways to keep yourself visible amongst the sea of writers of the world, which can be done in a variety of ways, one of which is, you have to develop a signature style, which sets you apart from everyone else. Sounds easy, but, it is not, not at all, though it should be, as your style is already unique, for the most part...<br /><br />Some people are naturals when it comes to marketing themselves and products. I am so-so at it, and while I am experienced to a large degree, I simply do not have a talent for making myself seem as great as I should seem to interested parties. Don't get me wrong, I believe in my talent, and such, but, I am not good at contriving sales pitches which sing self sung praises of myself or my talents; in short, I just don't have marketing genius. So, where does that leave me???<br /><br />There are several options available for people such as myself. I could hire someone to market my work, I could create a giant campaign online boasting of my skills, or several other alternative plans. I have to decide just how far, and how much I can afford to spend to market myself, which I already realize is not that much, and so, this stagnates me, as I wonder how I can ever get noticed when I can't afford to take it mainstream???<br /><br />It IS always something, but, challenges are what make us more enabled to become the best we can be, plus, they teach us extremely valuable lessons along the way. You think I am going to still my plans for lack? NOT! Not ever! I am going to make it one way or another, and that is all there is to it!!!<br /><br />I will share with you what I learn, what I experience along the way of discovering just how a person can arise with little means. Time has come for me to do something more than pound out work which just sits idle except for the bits I reveal here on the 'Net. Time to get real, that I can count myself amongst the authors of the world...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-51057077419300587062009-02-13T23:54:00.006-05:002009-02-14T00:31:42.184-05:00HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY~~~<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gThJN8xE5MAFIN5WH_qIDLSv7LG7CnqRMXRm1Hb2KGiO1rWIaOjF-AhK3yVeZSLTKu2qbnW9Kpr7FOT4X7WkjQpTxtasTjlv1WhtnLiv42jccLmJ8S4J6gv_xaVoflUjq6ZkhqZFbbZc/s1600-h/www_pics_am-flowers116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512183660083954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gThJN8xE5MAFIN5WH_qIDLSv7LG7CnqRMXRm1Hb2KGiO1rWIaOjF-AhK3yVeZSLTKu2qbnW9Kpr7FOT4X7WkjQpTxtasTjlv1WhtnLiv42jccLmJ8S4J6gv_xaVoflUjq6ZkhqZFbbZc/s400/www_pics_am-flowers116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Valentine's Day is rich with history. It is celebrated throughout much of the world, though, not on the same dates. Symbols of Valentine's include Cupid, hearts, chocolates, roses, diamonds, and much more. It is a day of expressing love, though its origins had to do with martyrs...<br /><br />The rose has always been valued for its beauty and has a long history of symbolism. The ancient Greeks and Romans identified the rose with their goddesses of love referred to as Aphrodite and Venus. In Rome a wild rose would be placed on the door of a room where secret or confidential matters were discussed. The phrase sub rosa, or "under the rose", means to keep a secret — derived from this ancient Roman practice...<br /><br />Early Christians identified the five petals of the rose with the five wounds of Christ. Despite this interpretation, their leaders were hesitant to adopt it because of its association with Roman excesses and pagan ritual. The red rose was eventually adopted as a symbol of the blood of the Christian martyrs. Roses also later came to be associated with the Virgin Mary...<br /><br />I read that the Virgin Mary's wedding garment was said to be “richly embroidered with blue, white, violet, and gold roses”. It is said that at the Incarnation, while the Angel vanished into the path leading to heaven, half-bloomed roses fell on Mary...<br /><br />Roses have so many uses from expressions of love to teas. They are highly fragranced, and used as perfumes through much of the world. Rose hips are very high in Vitamin C, and thus, Rose Hips tea is very popular throughout the world...<br /><br />The alternative health applications of Rose oil are many. On a physiological level, Rose Otto is a strong antiviral, used primarily to treat herpes and shingles outbreaks. The Otto is also exceptionally beneficial to the female reproductive organs. It acts as a tonic for the whole system, and can be diluted in an aromatherapy carrier oil and massaged into the pelvic region for this effect. It is said to be both a regulating and purifying agent, and may help with infertility and other conditions of the uterus...<br /><br />Rose extracts are found in many of the worlds premier skincare formulas. Rose oils are particularly effective for dry and mature skin. Hence the symbol of duty brings about beauty through an overall healing action in the dermis. Rose oils are stimulating to skin cell metabolism, cleansing, hydrating, smoothing, and naturally astringent without being drying. The distillate water of Rose, called Rose Hydrosol, is used as a natural cleansing agent unto itself; it can be applied daily after the face is washed to improve skin texture and impart a healthy glow...<br /><br />To make Rose oil takes an enormous amount of rose petals, and is made into Otto or Absolute. Otto being steam distilled, and Absolute being extracted at cool temperatures, and is high in fragrance, and bears the red coloring of the roses...<br /><br />It is amazing the amount of information associated with a flower which we associate with love. Who knew? This is only the tip of the mountain of info on this gorgeous bloom of the Earth...<br /><br />Happy Valentine's Day! May love blossom from within you, and may to come to you from without, may you bask in the glory of its joys, and may your heart and soul be fed of it daily from the many levels and sources of its essence, which is as intoxicating as fields of blooming roses.... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-92204021338340015812009-02-08T16:40:00.004-05:002009-02-08T20:56:40.010-05:00HEAD OUT ON THE HIGHWAY...<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiOGDzhKesVl-WvBV9sG0Z_PUontx_zNtBdXWo7JOaHmF0EEWe0H46Il8ne7K0d1BDpev4iIuIyS2ogCc6b-WEA586WX6f04G5OY7pgDwv6Bb6zTei0JFXV5cMfZD2KPwcsolGby5xMbk/s1600-h/www_pics_am-mountains79.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300544909625015122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiOGDzhKesVl-WvBV9sG0Z_PUontx_zNtBdXWo7JOaHmF0EEWe0H46Il8ne7K0d1BDpev4iIuIyS2ogCc6b-WEA586WX6f04G5OY7pgDwv6Bb6zTei0JFXV5cMfZD2KPwcsolGby5xMbk/s400/www_pics_am-mountains79.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I remember so many drives along this highway, and nearby ones when I lived in the West. So many trips to different destinations, some for the day, some for the weekend, some for longer...<br /><br />Recalling the drives to such places, I can still sense the seemingly haunting emptiness along the roads. Though there were other travellers, there were not many, which is always strange to us who are used to cities. It was peaceful, though it pulled at something inside which reminded me of loneliness. Still, I was too wrapped up in the engulfing beauty to linger upon such thoughts or feelings, I merely remember them...<br /><br />I have lived in most of the Western states, and have travelled them frequently, as it was part of my lifestyle back then, and most of the people I knew loved to explore the terrain as much as I do. Wyoming is breathtakingly gorgeous, as are Nevada, Utah, and California. Arizona, and New Mexico also have their own brand of interest...<br /><br />The colors of the Western states are magnificent; red, orange, browns, tans, with spots of green here, and there. The skies are fiery perfection in the early morning, and dusky evenings; the night skies are alight with brilliant constellations and more, clearly visible to the naked eye. Ah, how I miss scanning the skies, it was an adventure of astronomical proportions...<br /><br />Such fun and excitement came with each road trip. I have even done a few 'runs' on Harley's along such roads as this, which was exhilarating. I thought for a long time that I would live my life out travelling in this way, exploring new terrain, new states, plateaus, mountains, valleys, deserts, rocks, and such, and I surely spent many years playing the wanderlust, but, I moved to the ocean, found a new love in that liquid scenery, and then was transplanted far away from the places I so grew to love, places which were actually within my soul long before I touched them with my Earthly being...<br /><br />Understand, I have no regrets about the roads which have led me away from the highways of yesterday, but, when I see such photos of those places, my spirit longs to get your motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure, in whatever comes our way; like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild, we can climb so high, I never want to die, oh, born to be wild...<br /><br />I guess I am a restless spirit on an endless flight, and when my wings are grounded, I am not living to full soar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-1236523623381167382009-02-02T13:06:00.005-05:002009-02-02T13:37:12.494-05:00GROUNDHOGS, SPRING, & HUMAN NATURE...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAH57gKmZv9l29kMKEZhvwolSKeZmeMfPEsOybXsycYTjZhmDhHwn_-0WWmVpkBTushHmaWyB9BfbkLfT3uTLXRRMFAmsQ-sCo9c0JarClYKmMUR8Du4qHMnEcthyphenhyphenVqFjlQkoSQIHV9Nfv/s1600-h/www_pics_am-spring140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265071175554050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAH57gKmZv9l29kMKEZhvwolSKeZmeMfPEsOybXsycYTjZhmDhHwn_-0WWmVpkBTushHmaWyB9BfbkLfT3uTLXRRMFAmsQ-sCo9c0JarClYKmMUR8Du4qHMnEcthyphenhyphenVqFjlQkoSQIHV9Nfv/s400/www_pics_am-spring140.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Today is Groundhog Day, 2009, and the most famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, saw his shadow when he emerged just after dawn today from his home near Pittsburgh, Pa., predicting that winter will last for six more weeks...<br /><br />But, New Jersey's own prognosticating rodent, Essex Ed, came to a different conclusion when he emerged from his box at the Turtle Back Zoo this morning. With no shadow in sight, Essex Ed let the crowd know -- through his translator, zoo director Jeremy Goodman -- that spring will be here soon.<br />"No more red noses and cheeks, the daffodils will bloom in just a few weeks," Goodman announced to applause from a small crowd...<br /><br />So, which groundhog to believe? I am sure most are gonna go with Phil, as he is the most famous of the two, and has been more accurate than not...<br /><br />This tradition comes from the Germans which goes as such: according to German superstition, if a hibernating animal casts a shadow on Feb. 2 -- the Christian holiday of Candlemas -- winter will last another six weeks. If no shadow is seen, legend says, spring will come early...<br /><br />Ah, Spring! Especially after a Winter such as we have experienced here in the States and Canada this year! To see the first bloom, to wake up to green grass, the fresh smell of nature's renewal, to hear the robins sing, to feel the warm of the sun, and to feel the effects of it all, like a tonic which will rejuvenate us wholly, body, mind, and spirit!!!<br /><br />I keep reminding myself that Winter serves its purpose in the balance of life, and that it refreshes the Earth, rids of germs, bacteria, and heals the soils, that they are richer for the bounty to follow in the warmer months, but, it is so difficult to make it through this season, as it is cold, long, and often, too dreary, which keeps you tired, and in a state of lull, all making for a less than exuberant person...<br /><br />Spring and Summer! Yes, those are the times! So much to see, so much to do! Our senses, all of them, are full of activity, scent, and excitement. We become more healthy, we have more fun, we play, we rest beneath the shade tree, we dream, we scheme, and we create much more, as the elements enhance us entirely, freeing bogged beings from their Winter weariness...<br /><br />I can't wait! If it is only 6 more weeks, that is nothing! Though, last year, Spring never really came to these parts; the cold became cool, and the dreariness, dragged on, then suddenly, it was HOT! Which we took graciously, as we were exhausted from waiting for Spring which never came...<br /><br />So funny, like we have a choice anyway! Well, we kind of do, we can move, we can go somewhere to experience what we are missing, but, mostly, because we are bound to our lives, we live in phases of anticipation for nature to cooperate with our wishes... Hahahaha, human nature, always a laugh...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-72030612205456969982009-01-26T20:53:00.006-05:002009-01-26T21:39:36.425-05:00THE CONFINES OF OBLIGATION...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5fGqw_Ih5nVjfARflXXLbR2GXKPRYD6ZYFflWD9699lyEDZqvtv9U8RK0wDRUdJLwc8fOObFGxNTeXYIzFqOBhNv7NUnPbZTIJz05g-8fj_HCqabHj_GISXcyTiLmlxoOb47oY_m_jor/s1600-h/www_pics_am-forest17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295795379699228930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5fGqw_Ih5nVjfARflXXLbR2GXKPRYD6ZYFflWD9699lyEDZqvtv9U8RK0wDRUdJLwc8fOObFGxNTeXYIzFqOBhNv7NUnPbZTIJz05g-8fj_HCqabHj_GISXcyTiLmlxoOb47oY_m_jor/s400/www_pics_am-forest17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m20cqt_Qzr1AShDryHHetT51gjPxoqlGDfgjEsvh39pA_wIG2K42MiPrsqEu1eUgP_Np9iAAYkXibwBtTw5UjiRDPqxTkHAacunRfdeYAmb5HbeV6VbsidCz3c8Wly5qbQ29CqNoog7R/s1600-h/www_pics_am-sea28.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYUJhNUGO5F7mjV-_ZX2kVDCwx1JXiaUrNTe5RWaAzmAkq-SUVj4CYvbHCHhnAlcHQpjdes96VBxFvhoEUarpRZPJFeWSSriRCkNPrH0cB0fi2ugUtqdlTr7qKkikV_9uPhYQE7k24DZ2/s1600-h/www_pics_am-sea10.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We are born into our respective countries, into our respective lives, and grow so immersed in such that we often forget about the rest of the world. Even those who travel frequently, often forget that world which they just visited, as they are thrown once again into the life which they call their own. This is very normal, and just how it is, however, it can be inhibiting to growth, character, and understanding to a very large degree, for we become limited in our own small worlds, regardless of how beautiful, how serene that world might seem to be...<br /><br />Life is an adventure, and we are free to live that adventure to the fullest. We find excuses for not doing so, such as, I don't have enough money, I can't get off work, I can't leave my family, and so forth. Honestly, these are excuses which keep you in secured bonds, to which you become accustomed to, and comforted by, but, do not allow you to grow to your full potentials...<br /><br />Money, yes, does have a lot to do with how far you can go, still, if you would open your mind and self to the possibilities, you might find that money is actually available, at some point. Work, well, everyone gets vacation time, and as for family, they are family, and will be there always...<br /><br />I was a free nomadic spirit for most of my life, and now that I have settled down in this one place, I feel constricted, restricted, and am sorry for the fact that I have been molded into this much responsibility, for it is weighing down my soul, it pulls at my heart, and to tell you the truth, I do not like where I reside, so, that adds to the heaviness of being stranded by my own doing...<br /><br />I never intended to retire from my nomadic explorations; it just came about, and before I knew it, years had passed, responsibility grew, and now, I am less than whole because of it. I know what I can do, and yet, here I sit, writing about it as opposed to acting upon it, which is totally against my nature...<br /><br />Surely there has been reason for this occurrence in my life, for the acquirement of solidity and responsibility. I did have a child to raise, and this is where I raised her, but, she is grown now, and I am alone with my achings, with my dreams, with my soul crying to be freed...<br /><br />It is not so much even about me, it is about learning, growing, sharing, and experiencing the whole of life. So many of us forget about other countries when we are writing, when we are painting, when we are singing, when we are creating. Yes, we forget about the many cultures who would love to have us share with them. We forget about the aspects of life afar in our near sightedness of home. We forget that we are to share our gifts, our love, our spirits with the world, that greater understanding and comrade prevails. We forget much in our blinded state of comforts of home, often passing up joy for stability, often relinquishing dreams for obligations sake, and often never being truly happy for the sake of making sure everyone else in our lives is...<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
<script type='text/javascript'scr='http://track2.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2007021815313473'></script></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919806614400987145.post-5829244851411316762009-01-20T14:41:00.004-05:002009-01-20T15:08:14.741-05:00NEW PRESIDENTS, PAST PRESIDENTS...<div align="center">As we shift into becoming the Obama Nation, as Barack Obama takes office, I am wondering if any Presidents exiting the White House become depressed? Especially a President such as George W. Bush, who inherited some overwhelming issues, and life altering events, in his Presidency...<br /><br />Will he, in retrospect and reflection, become affected by his not so gloriously embraced 2 terms as President of the United States of America? Will he sit and consider things which he could have done better, or differently? Will he miss the attention, the action, the constancy of the responsibility? What will G. W. Bush, the ex-President do, now that he is free of his responsibilities to the American people???<br /><br />I would love to interview him, just to see what goes on after the roller coaster ride, and how he was affected overall. I would be most interested to get into his real person, and tap into his mind a bit. He is different than most Presidents for many reasons, one of which is, his Father was also President, and he, and his Brother were both Governors, and so, it would seem to me, that he was groomed, he was brought into power by the influential tones of his Father's beliefs, standards, ideals, and execution of each, don't you think so???<br /><br />Will he retire to the ranch in Texas? That is something I would never do! The whole world knows the tiny little town, and area of his ranch: he might not be safe, for even though he is no longer President, he made many an enemy along the way, incited, or not. It is a shame, but, in these uncertain times, with 2 disastrous terms such as he had, it would be best for him to move, to blend into the landscape, and become invisible to those who might wish him harm. It doesn't matter what your opinion of him as a President is/was, he is yet a man, a Father, a Husband, a Son, and a human being...<br /><br />A new era begins, a new watch is on guard, a new nation has arisen, called ObamaNation, and past administrations woes become inherent to the new President, Barack Obama. I wish him luck, I wish him fortitude, I wish him insight, foresight, and vision, I wish him the ability to remain calm in the storms, I wish him the guidance of the Heavens, I wish that he will not fall into the role the usual way, by becoming tainted by the Office which he was entrusted to by the American people. I wish him power, humility, servitude, and grace, plus, I wish him respect from the world as a whole...<br /><br />For G. W. Bush, I wish him safety, health, happiness, and a commitment to growing beyond the awfulness of his years as President. I hope he, the man, can pick up where he left off and enjoy his years ahead, and I wish him respect for his courage and valor in the face of total disdain from the world as a whole...<br /><br />*GOD* Bless American, and the men who take on the task of heading their country, regardless of their effectiveness in doing so....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.eilitelinksnewletter.com/newsletter/wp-rss2.php
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