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“In a Democracy, people get the kind of government they deserve.” Winston Churchill I guess that I just can't help myself. I Have, within me, an ongoing sense of a spiritual quest that has been there before my earliest memories. So I like to lightly touch upon some aspects of religion or spiritual or philosophical teachings, ideas and experiences that have shaped me. Perhaps, too often, I am too eclectic and bounce around from Einstein to Zukav and from the Bhagavad Gita to the Bible while skipping like the proverbial stone through Taoism and Buddhism. No way to run a blog! And then.....I go on about politics; much in the same fashion. But let me be clear about this. 1) Trickle down economics has never worked. It only serves to help the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. 2) No politician will ever be elected by telling the truth. People love a straight talking express ONLY when it is filled with government catch words and phrases. No matter how bad things get, the kids ...

A firefighter is working on the engine outside the station when he notices a little girl next door in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle. The girl is wearing a firefighter's helmet. The wagon is being pulled by her dog and her cat. The fire fighter walked over to take a closer look. 'That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter says with admiration. 'Thank you,' the little girl says. The firefighter looks a little closer and notices the girl has tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles. 'Little Partner,' the firefighter says, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar too, I think you could go faster.' The little girl replies thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.

It becomes more and more clear that tar and feathering and riding someone out on a rail is not a bad thing.

The human mind is a powerful thing. It is never more evident than in sleep and dreams, when it paints our hopes and fears in vivid colors. We can do anything and anything can be done to us. Our vulnerability opens us up to view the best and worst possible consequences. We can use our mind to evoke positive imagery to help us achieve goals, or we can use it to allow negative imagery to storm the fortress of our security and inner faith with doubt and self-defeat. This card, the Nine of Swords , deals with the power our mind has to overwhelm us with doubts and pain. These feelings can be real or imagined, just as our dreams can be real or imagined events in our lives. Therefore this card is represented by a sleeping woman, lying between reality and dreams. She lies on a bridge, as sleep is often called the bridge between dreams and reality, the bridge between life and death. Above her in the airy clouds are her fears and insecurities, as represented by demons and devils in a wildly a...

Eight is a symbol of death and rebirth, the symbol of infinity, two O's joined so as to be self-reflecting, from inner to outer world; so this card urges change. At this point the water in the cups has dried up, the emotions are sapped and it is time to move on. It is a human tendency to cling to the familiar, to want to stay in warm and well-known patterns and relationships. It is difficult to leave even those places that have become stagnant and stale. This card tells us that we must see the signs of change. It is time to abandon the past; leave; make a new way; find a new direction, new relationship or even a new life. In this card a woman is leaning on a railing staring into space, as if dreaming and dwelling on the past, while a map urging her on to new adventures and new changes flies by. The cups look like they are made of fresh verdant grass or bushes representing nature, a constant source of renewal and change. We must learn to move with the flow of events rather than ...

The innocent seeking soul stands on a rainbow bridge, the path of bliss before you. Your companions are the owl of instinctive wisdom and the cat of intuitive grace... and you bear the blessing of the God's love as you begins your journey through life. This card represents the adventurous spirit who accepts each lesson Life offers, and all knowledge as precious and new. On the rainbow path, there are no expectations, for each moment is a gift. You are exactly where you are supposed to be.

There would be no funeral No wake; no call A casket, a burial just family. That's all Anger to satisfy Hell to pay. Memory, signs, all wiped away. Forever is selfish, when at your own hands. No parade No fanfare No marching bands You said you were tired just could not go on I can relate, Yes, for too long. Tired of being tired a common fate We've all got to go now 'fore we're too late.

The sum total of This Being Human could easily lead me to change my blogs title to "The Reluctant Curmudgeon". You see, things have progressed, perhaps, I thought, they are Karma fulfilled. To the point that I find that I can hardly breathe. And I think, "I do not deserve it". But in trying to understand personal Karma, I began to think that maybe I do. I have seen family and other such relationships spin outwards until in their momentum they whirl off into outer space; outside of my grasp - even if I indeed did wish for their return. I really don't know how I could have done things differently. I have tried to do the best that I could. The best that I know how. Much of that has been documented here. This week, a person very close to me tried to commit suicide. I'm not sure what to do with that. I have no one to talk to. No real close friends. No analyst's analyst. I am not sure about what I feel. Anger one day, desperation the next. In an unrelated eve...

I was fifteen during the summer of love. People hitchhiked across the country, guys wore their hair long and seldom wore shirts and shoes ushering in the now well known "no shirt, no shoes, no service" signs that are so prevalent in store windows today. Girls wore skirts so short that little was left to the imagination with halter tops that knew no bras. Life was good. It was an uneasy time for the country and most cities and little towns saw a fourfold increase in their police force. In my own little hamlet that consisted of four little towns rolled into one, we saw a ten o'clock curfew on anyone under eighteen. Color was an integral part of life. Black light posters, Tye dyed shirts, brilliant colors from every part of the spectrum became the colors of our freak flag flown high. Marijuana was the buzz of choice. Colt 45 was the second. TV taught us through such shows as The man from U.N.C.L.E. and Mission Impossible how to dress in black and move amongst the shadows of...