19 Oct 2017 Revisiting the subject of Zero Population Growth (ZPG) via Dan Brown’s book Inferno

Hello to you.  It’s Thursday evening here as I write to you.  I spent a lot of today sleeping, just haven’t been feeling very well.  I limited the time I spent outside today.  I was out there trying to get some Vitamin D and  I found I didn’t like the taste of the air on my lips.  I got an upset stomach too.  They have been flying over my house quite a bit the past few days, spraying whatever it is they are spraying down on everyone.  Sometimes I wonder if it’s drugs lol.  Sometimes I will see flashes of light afterwards….wonder if that is the silver in their sky cocktail floating down.  Sometimes I will find shiny silver drops on the leaves of the trees and plants in our yard after such operations: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weather_modification.   I’ve resigned to myself that there is little to anything I can do about it short of building a air-tight bio-dome over our house and never going anywhere beyond it!

This picture is from 8 June 2016 but it could have been taken today. Same thing going on.

I decided to get my cake fix today and baked my Mom’s Red Devil Chocolate Cake recipe.  It’s one of my absolute favorites and doesn’t require any eggs to make.  Here’s the recipe if you would like to try it!

Mom’s Easy Red Devils Food Cake

3 cups flour, 2 cups sugar (can adjust), 1/2 cup cocoa powder, 2 tsp soda, 1 tsp salt.  Mix and then add:

2 cups cold water, 1 cup oil, 2 TBSP white vinegar, 2 tsp vanilla extract.  Mix and put in 9 x13 baking pan and bake at 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes.  Cupcakes: 15-20 minutes.

(I now realize the irony of the two books – one is for children and the other is exploring a world with a lot less of them!)

The books I picked up yesterday at Half Price Book in Burleson TX

19 Oct 2017 – drawing out what I’m reading in Dan Brown’s Inferno book. The goal of the books antagonist? To reduce the world population to a mere 4 billion….

Source: Internet
Diagram from Dan Brown’s book Inferno about population growth and tasking of this growth on the Earth’s resources

As I mentioned a couple of blogs ago, I purchased Dan Brown’s Inferno to read and am slowly working through it.  One of the subjects in this book, a very sobering one,  is a subject that I used to be quite passionate about some years ago, zero population growth (zpg).

When I was on active duty, we had something called the Air Assistance Fund which was an annual fundraiser for charity (http://afassistancefund.org/).   Once a year we could take a look at available charities and choose the ones we wanted to send part of our paycheck to.   One of the organizations I often chose to donate to was an organization called Zero Population Growth which is now known as Population Connection: http://www.populationconnection.org/ –

America’s Voice for Population Stabilization

Since 1968, Population Connection (formerly Zero Population Growth or ZPG) has been America’s voice for population stabilization. We are the largest grassroots population organization in the United States—we have over 500,000 members, supporters, and participating educators!

Population Connection works to ensure that every woman around the world who wants to delay or end childbearing has access to the health services and contraceptive supplies she needs in order to do so.

So what does it mean to have zero population growth?

  1. Zeropopulationgrowth, sometimes abbreviated ZPG (also called the replacement level of fertility), is a condition of demographic balance where the number of people in a specified population neither grows nor declines, considered as a social aim by some.
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zero_population_growth

I understood back then and I am recently reminded while reading Dan’s book, that population growth cannot continue at an unchecked rate. We and the other creatures who share this earth with us are already beginning to feel the strain of what a booming human population does to any corner of earth it settles on.

I also understand that it is not entirely population growth that we need to be concerned with.

It is paramount to properly manage any and all of our natural resources which we have not….which we currently do not….at least not with sort of consistency the world over.  We live in a world of planned obsolescence whether it be a human being or a plastic toy.  We are now living in a world where our oceans, drinking water, air and food sources are made up of more plastic particles than anything else.  It is a world sewn together by leadership devoid of sensible priorities or any sort of long-term vision.   Sadly those who are responsible for the lion’s share of creating this dysfunctional world model, and I hate to break it to you, that includes you and me for drinking the slick advertisers Kool-aid,  aren’t going to be around to truly suffer the punishment they have imposed on all those who will remain.

There have been times I wish I had brought a child or two into this world.  This always becomes a fleeting regret.  All I have to do is look at what I have lived through and what it’s like even as we are here in 2017!  It’s different faces and places but pretty much the same crap we’ve been dealing with since the 13th century and before!  The big difference now, there are even more of us to be at the business of it!  I am glad for my hypothetical children that I chose not to bring them here.

Couple of interesting quotes from Dan’s book:

“Ozone depletion, lack of water, and pollution are not the disease—they are the symptoms. The disease is overpopulation. And unless we face world population head-on, we are doing nothing more than sticking a Band-Aid on a fast-growing cancerous tumor.”
Dan Brown, Inferno https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/overpopulation

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. – Bertrand Zobrist”
Read more at http://www.metriber.com/books/best-quotes-from-dan-browns-inferno/#O8Tlvg3zFtqP1hel.99

 

 

 

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18 Oct 2017 Craving cake and Rainbow baby (poem and drawing)

Hello to you.  How are you?  There isn’t much of me these days…..just mostly mush going on upstairs as of late.  Oh and there is the most dreaded of human conditions…my reoccurring craving for white cake with lots of frosting!   This happens to me every once and awhile!   I resisted the great temptation of going to our bakery called Cakes down the street while Kyle was sleeping today to get some.  One time I had such a craving while were still living in Delaware.  What did Kyle do?  He brought me home a gigantic, multi-layered German chocolate cake that cured me for several months for want of cake!

(this is a white cake I baked earlier this year after finally succumbing to one of my white cake craving attacks lol!)

What the cake looked like after I baked it.

So my creativity flow has been about a sputter since we started with the night shift endeavor but I did manage to draw this strange little being this evening.  I started out with a big pink blob for a head and then it came to me this would be a person with blue butterfly wings for ears and things just went from there lol.

18 Oct 2017 – the drawing started with the silly thought of a baby with ears of a blue butterfly and I just went with it!

Then as I was sitting down to write tonight and share this drawing,  the term rainbow baby came to my mind.  The first time I heard this term was when Kyle and I went to Parkway Park here in town on Memorial Day this year.  When we got to the park that day, there was a older woman in the parking lot with a baby dressed in rainbow colors….her name was Ariel Era.  She said Ariel was a rainbow baby.  I didn’t know what that meant at the time but I thought it must be beautiful.  Ariel certainly was!  I was wearing a bracelet I had made with a rainbow theme and as is customary for me, I took it off my wrist and gave it to Ariel’s Grandma and asked her if she would give it to Ariel someday.   Kyle said to me, “Sometimes someone has to watch the baby.”  Which resonated with me very deeply.  My Grandma used to take care of me when I was Ariel’s age too!

I never chose to have human children, but I know from being a “pet mom”, how much loss of this kind can hurt!

So what exactly is a rainbow baby?

A rainbow baby is a baby born after a couple experiences miscarriage or still birth. It’s called that because you can’t have a rainbow without a storm. And after the storm of pregnancy loss, a beautiful rainbow (child) breaks through the clouds to bring happiness.

28 April 2017 – My Little Pony Rainbow Dash as seen through a faceted glass “eye”.

A little poem from me for babies like Ariel:

Baby after the storm

Brings multi-colored light

And Mother’s heart is made again warm

Tears of sorrow no more, now only joy

Be it the glowing bundle

A girl or a boy

Clouds give way to sun and laughter

Mommy, Daddy and babies

Live happily ever after!

 

 

17 Oct 2017 Knock at our door

Hello to you.  It’s Tuesday evening, 7:57 pm as I start to write to you.  How are you?  I hope you are feeling more clear-headed than I have been today.  I am feeling like you do with jet-lag and all I’ve been wanting to do is sleep!  The coffee I’m drinking as I sit here is helping a little bit – Starbucks Veranda “flavor.”  It’s not as good as the Bright Sky flavor we usually buy but lately it just hasn’t been in stock!

What we were given from our visitors this evening.

So this evening we were watching more of the Victoria television series and there came a knock at the door.  I figured whomever it was, they must be people we know such as neighbors or very brave souls!  It was dark, Link and Spot sounded ferocious and I hadn’t turned on our porch light yet.  I opened the door to find two women, Cindy and Sandy, and they were passing out pamphlets and an invitation to their church here in town.  I let them know that Kyle and I aren’t church going people but thanked them for their visit and we parted with Cindy saying a prayer for us.

Had this been even a couple of years ago, this encounter would not have gone the same.  Kyle and I used to identify spiritually as Pagans.   We used to get so frustrated and angry when people came to our door soliciting for Christ!  I had even put together a hand out to give to people coming to our door like this to explain what our beliefs were lol.  Some times there were even arguments and banishments from future visits from such people!

Then I changed…..

I’m not quite sure exactly when it happened,  but I think it was a couple of years ago in the heat of summer.  I had walked down to old town and encountered a young man who tried to sell me Christian books of some sort.  I of course declined to buy any of the books, but he and I ended up talking, almost in the middle of College Drive, for several minutes about our different beliefs and it was fantastic!  We agreed to disagree on several points but were mutually grateful to part our discourse with mutual respect, gratitude, kind words and a handshake.   Ever since that encounter, I decided that I would be different about how I received such visits at my door.  I would perceive it as an opportunity versus an inconvenience or intrusion.

So tonight I went out and spoke with these brave women, since it was very dark, we kept it short.  Even though they knew at our parting we probably would not be attending their church, we parted with hands held and a heartfelt prayer lead by Cindy for Kyle and I.  I let them know, as I try to for all such encounters as these now, that I was grateful they were out doing what they are doing.  There invitation may not have been for Kyle and I, but I feel certain that there will be a door upon which they knock that will accept.

In these times, there are many candles that have been blown out and need a light!  Sometimes those carrying the light need a “light” too.  That’s what Kyle and I have decided we want to be when we get these knocks on the door…..be a light in the dark.

What is your reaction or what do you do when someone from a church comes to your door?

https://www.poemhunter.com/quotations/famous.asp?people=Sossi Khachadourian

Quotations From SOSSI KHACHADOURIAN

Be the candle that lights other’s dark,
Don’t be savage for what you possess now,
They’re today your’s,
Tomorrows are always hidden gestures,
unknown!

(for my friend Sally from the WordPress blog My Beautiful Things: https://mybeautfulthings.com/ – she loves poetry and I have taken a liking to finding poems she may not have read before!)

End of Summer Poem by Rowena Bastin Bennett

(page 148 Favorite Poems Old and New)

The little songs of summer are all gone today.

The little insect instruments are all packed away:

The bumblebee’s snare drum, the grasshoppers guitar,

The katydid’s castanets – I wonder where they are.

The bullfrog’s banjo, the cricket’s violin,

The dragonfly’s cello have ceased their merry din.

Oh, where is the orchestra?  From harpist down to drummer

They’ve all disappeared with the passing of the summer.

 

16 Oct 2017 Victoria

Hello to you.  It’s evening here as I write to you.  I hope this finds you well.  So far I’m doing well with my goal of observing the news headlines but refraining from becoming emotionally antagonized by them.  Cutting Facebook out of my life for the past couple of weeks has really helped me in this endeavor as well!  I am trying to consciously “rewire” my brain and behavior patterns about this and so far, so good.

Kyle and I finished The Living and The Dead on Sunday and decided to give another period piece available for watching on Amazon, Victoria, a try.  No regrets!  We adored Jenna Coleman in Dr. Who as companion Clara Oswald, and are equally smitten with her fantastic portrayal of young Queen Victoria in this wonderful series.  Tonight we just got to the part where the young queen falls for Prince Albert.  Who would think a man cutting his clothes to place  rose corsage next to his chest could be so romantic…steamy even?!   Apparently such a thing really happened!

Source Internet – Prince Albert and Queen Victoria

http://www.express.co.uk/showbiz/tv-radio/708773/Victoria-Prince-Albert-rip-shirt-Jenna-Coleman-Tom-Hughes-Daisy-Goodwin-ITV

“Speaking at a recent screening of the fourth and fifth installments of the ratings hit, which follows the courtship and marriage of Victoria and Prince Albert, Daisy told media including Express.co.uk: “One of my favorite moments in episode four is when Albert cuts the hole in his shirt and puts the corsage in.

“It’s something that might have come from my fevered imagination, but actually no. It was actually true, I read it in an account of their first meeting. So it might have come from someone else’s fevered imagination. ”

VICTORIA PREMIERE TRAILER

My drawing today, “door in the sun”

 

16 Oct 2017 Detour to Keene

Hello to you, how are you doing? I have been feeling disconnected the past couple of days and it’s probably just the difficulty I am having synchronizing to Kyle working night shift. I really had hoped he wouldn’t get this shift again. He’s the infamous “low man on the totem pole” and one of the youngest people they have there, so he gets night shift.

Yesterday we took advantage of our time together to make a trip to Burleson. We wanted to see if Half Price Books had anything for me and to pick up an inexpensive pair of slip on shoes for Kyle to wear at work. Since we’ve been here, Burleson has become our favorite town. Pretty much everything we ever need is there and we don’t venture much further unless I have an appointment or we absolutely have to! Driving here in our part of the state is one word – awful. Thank you Burleson for being wonderful!

So I dug around in Half Price Books for quite awhile to try and find something to read. I almost bought a book called The Particle Zoo (https://www.amazon.com/Particle-Zoo-Search-Fundamental-Reality/dp/1784298670/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1508160429&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Particle+Zoo)  but decided to put it back.  I may return to get that one at some point. There were several other books that caught my interest, as if often the case when you go into a treasury of a store like this. I ended up with two. A book of children’s poems, “Favorite Poems Old and New” Selected by Helen Ferris and Illustrated by Leonard Wisegard and “Inferno” by Dan Brown.

I had sent Kyle into Academy Sports to find the shoes but all he found was either way too expensive, uncomfortable or a decent price but none in his size. We tried Kohl’s and it was the same story. Ultimately we found what we wanted in the new 5 and Below Store lol. What we have figured out when it comes to buying shoes, it really doesn’t matter where you buy them, they are all the same. They are not made to last. The price for them seems to be driven by the cost of the name of the store selling…or how much they are paying for rent lol! We have paid $60 for shoes that last less than a year and $5 for shoes we are still wearing. Shoes are definitely one of the things in our world made with planned obsolescence. It’s been so long since I’ve had a great pair of shoes!

After standing in line at yet another store that has 5 checkout lanes but only one or two people to run an entire store (comic Sebastian pops in my head, “Has there ever been 5 cashiers at this store?!!), our “public meter” was pinged. We headed home. We seemed to be well on our way until all the sudden break lights happened and the inevitable crawl and lane changing crap people do with their impatience at being obstructed by some sort of inconvenience.

We decided to get off I-35 and take a detour through Keene.

It was a much more scenic and peaceful drive going this way. We enjoyed the more relaxed pace, talking to each other about random things and taking in the fallish looking trees on either side of the road. This is Texas, so we don’t get a real fall. The kind with brilliantly colored leaves and all that – the fall I miss from childhood or from when we lived on the east coast.

It wasn’t until we got into Keene and Kyle mentioned it, that I fully realized what we went through in this town 3 years ago. It was almost a week to the day (19 Oct 2014), my friend Suzan Michelle Mize Sullivan died at the Town Hall Estates (http://www.americanreligious.org/town_hall_estates_keene.html).

As we drove by the building, so many memories flashed through my mind! Kyle and I had never been through something like this – losing our friend the way we did! We both felt so utterly and completely powerless to stop what happened to her! What we experienced of her life and death has become for us a prime example to us of how awful the “system” can be.

It’s not all tears for our friend Suzan, (we called her Michelle) though.

As I look across the street these days, at the house she and Carroll shared, I think she’d be so happy! People she loved so much (her oldest son, his wife and grandkids), gave her entire life for, are living there now and continuing to make the place home. I don’t see her in my minds eye or dreams like I used to. I am hoping this year will be free of any broken glassware or other strange occurrences in our house as the anniversary of her death nears.  I hope she is at peace wherever she decided her heaven was to be!  I will always miss her.

https://saymber.com/2015/10/19/19-oct-2015-the-last-blue-bowl-a-visit-from-a-lost-friend/ – a bit about what I’m referring to with strange happenings when the anniversary of Suzan’s leaving us nears.

Sometimes detours aren’t simply detours…..are you paying attention?  Is the traffic jam and your choice to find a path around it just mere coincidence?  

A sampling of poems from the poetry book:

 

A Book – poem by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toil;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

 

Fireflies – poem by Carolyn Hall

Little lamps of the dusk,

You fly low and gold

When the summer evening

Start to unfold.

So that all the insects,

Now, before you pass,

Will have light to see by,

Undressing in the grass.

But when the night has flowered,

Little lamps agleam,

You fly over treetops

Following a dream.

Men wonder from their windows

That a firefly goes so far –

They do not know your longing

To be a shooting star.

 

 

 

15 Oct 2017 My Grandparents, being a Polar Bear (dreams) and The Two Bears (poem by Carolyn Wells)

Hello to you.  How are you this morning?  It’s morning here as I write.  We had rain last night so the pictures I drew yesterday have been lifted up to fly with the gray ships and on the wings of the large swirl of birds that greeted the dogs and I when we went out this morning.

14 Oct 2017 – woman I drew last night before calling it a day. She kind of looks like actress Gillian Anderson to me (X-files)

It’s cooler and feels like fall.  Kyle and I are talking about going to see if Half Price Books can help me with my craving for interesting words telling stories printed on pages and bound…aka a book…you remember what those are right?!  (wink).  Unfortunately, most of the books on my wish list are expensive and not for entertainment, of the non-fictional nature.  I will have to see what happens….see who finds me seeking them in the world of print.

So I have been sleeping really well the past couple of nights and am so grateful.  The cooler weather definitely helps.  With this rest has come almost a non-stop stream of dream.  There were two that stuck with me from last nights travels.

The first one was about being someone, I think my Grandma Schmidt or may be me much older.  Whoever I was talked about  not believing she was 80 years old, she didn’t feel like she was.  She showed me where they lived and it was a dump lol.  A building being held together with strips of white cloth and tape (kind of like how it feels our house is being held together sometimes lol).  I remember walking and talking with a man who looked like my Grandpa Elias Schmidt as a young man.  I remember singing karaoke.  I couldn’t remember all the words but sang really well!

http://hdm.wikia.com/wiki/Iorek_Byrnison
Iorek Byrnison – was a panserbjørn and the king of Svalbard. He was a great friend and comrade to both Lyra Silvertongue and Lee Scoresby.

The other dream was about being part of a polar bear family….actually being a polar bear.  We were traveling on sheets of ice over water and down streams.  A lot of running and sliding!  It was snowy white every where but lots of sun.  It was very liberating to travel this way.  What’s funny is before I drifted off to sleep, I heard a man’s voice say, “remember, I can be anything or anyone.”   Why not a polar bear?!  God is in all creation.

To close…time to get breakfast on and enjoy the remaining time we have before work begins again.  I found this poem and it made me smile, so fanciful, playful and silly!  I really enjoyed it.  I hope you do too.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-bears/

The Two Bears – Poem by Carolyn Wells

Prince Curlilocks remarked one day
To Princess Dimplecheek,
‘I haven’t had a real good play
For more than ‘most a week.’

Said Princess Dimplecheek, ‘My dear,
Your majesty forgets–
This morning we played grenadier
With grandpa’s epaulets.

‘And yesterday we sailed to Spain–
We both were pirates bold,
And braved the wild and raging main
To seek for hidden gold.’

‘True,’ said the prince; ‘I mind me well–
Right hardily we fought,
And stormed a massive citadel
To gain the prize we sought.

‘But if your ladyship agrees,
Methinks we’ll go upstairs
And build a waste of arctic seas,
And we’ll be polar bears.’

‘Yes, if you’ll promise not to bite,’
Fair Dimplecheek replied,
Already half-way up the flight,
His highness by her side.

‘Princess, on that far window-seat,
Go, sit thee down and wait,
While I ask nursie for a sheet,
Or maybe six or eight.’

A pile of sheets his highness brought.
‘Dear princess, pray take these;
Although our path with danger’s fraught,
We’ll reach the polar seas.’

Two furry rugs his lordship bore,
Two pairs of mittens white;
He threw them on the nursery floor
And shouted with delight.

He spread those sheets–the funny boy–
O’er table, floor, and chair.
‘Princess,’ said he, ‘don’t you enjoy
This frosty, bracing air?

‘These snowy sheets are fields of ice,
This is an iceberg grim.’
‘Yes, dear, I think it’s very nice,’
She said, and smiled at him.

And then they donned the rugs of fur,
The mittens, too, they wore;
And Curlilocks remarked to her,
‘Now you must roar and roar.’

Dimplecheek looked out from the cowl
Formed by her furry rug.
‘I’m ‘fraid of bears that only growl–
I like the kind that hug.’

 

14 Oct 2017 Blue butterflies, Sky Dog (drawings) and Blue Butterfly Day (Robert Frost poem)

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May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
~Irish blessing

 

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-butterfly-day-2/

Blue-Butterfly Day – Poem by Robert Frost

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

*Hope your having a wonderful day wherever and whenever you are.

14 Oct 2017 Red Dress (dream and symbolism)

Hello, it’s Saturday morning here.  Had a dream that was so vivid it woke me up.  Once I’m up, it’s often hard to get right back to sleep lol!

So the dream…

I dreamt I was some sort of escort or something and that I saw a client. Sorry, no graphic details, just remember I was in a bathtub of hot water. Afterwards a man, who looked much like a young Malcom McDowell, asked me, “How did it go? You know the red dress? Must have! Once they get to you, they never let you go.” Sitting beside and behind him was a very tired looking David Bowie who kind of looked like he did when he was in the Hunger (John Blaylock – before the aging happened). I woke up hearing the song “Underground” by David Bowie in my head.

Source Internet: David Bowie’s character John Blaylock from the movie The Hunger having trouble getting and staying asleep

David Bowie – Underground

Underground

David Bowie

No one can blame you for walking away But too much rejection, uh-huh No love injection, nothing

Life can be easy It’s not always swell Don’t tell me truth hurts, little girl ‘Cause it hurts like hell

But down in the underground You’ll find someone true Down in the underground A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only forever Not long at all Lost and lonely That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (heard about a place today) Ha, ha, I’m underground (nothing ever hurts again) (Nothing ever hurts again) well, I found a place (Daddy, get me out of here) nothing ever hurts again (Hoping for the underground) down and down and get me out of here (Hoping for the underground) ha, ha, I’m underground (Get me underground) sister, sister, please take me down Ha, ha, I’m underground (gotta get me out of here) Daddy, daddy get me out

No one can blame you for walking away But too much rejection, uh-huh No love injection, nothing

But down in the underground You’ll find someone true Down in the underground A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only It’s only forever It’s not long at all They’re lost and they’re lonely That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy get me out Heard about a place today (heard about a place today) Nothing ever hurts again (nothing ever hurts again) Daddy, daddy get me out of here (daddy, get me out of here) Ha, ha, underground (hoping for the underground) Sister, sister, please (hoping for the underground) Ha, ha, I’m underground (get me underground) Daddy, daddy, get me out

Under, under Under, underground Underground Under, underground Under, underground Under, underground Wanna live underground Wanna live underground Daddy, daddy, get me out of here Ha, ha, underground Sister, sister, please take me out of here Ha, ha, I’m underground Ha, ha, I’m underground Ha, ha, underground Daddy, daddy, please Daddy, daddy, please Wanna move underground Wanna move underground Sister, sister, take me too Sister, sister, take me too

Songwriters: DAVID ROBERT JONES

© SPIRIT TWO MUSIC

For non-commercial use only.

Data from: LyricFind

Now when I was examining this vivid dream, I thought the red dress symbolized being alive, having your skin. When I did a search on the symbolism of the red dress….well it got weird. I know the lady in the red dress was used as a symbol of distraction in the movie The Matrix, I’ve referenced it here before. Apparently there is a theory regarding the infamous Illuminati, New World Order, even the Whore of Babylon and this lady in the red dress!

Source Internet – Lady in the Red Dress distracting Neo in the Matrix

I am thinking this might have been triggered, the last waking key to unlock this dream, was ironically something I recently watching for a couple episodes of The Living and The Dead BBC show. In episode 4, we are introduced to school teacher, Martha Enderby. The episode opens to her being a woman in a red dress, lost in the woods looking for her friend Alice. What came to my mind, was this was symbolic to the story of Alice in Wonderland for some reason. Alice, instead of being a the girl in the story of Alice in Wonderland, was more like the White Rabbit.

Source: Internet
This is opening scene of episode 4, The Living the Dead, Martha Enderby.

It wouldn’t surprise me if some of the conjecture, rumors and even conspiracy theories about the red dress and it’s symbolic meaning in Hollywood might be somewhat true. It certainly does seem, from what I’ve seen through the years, you literally have to sell your soul for your big screen and or recorded immortality. This is a link and an excerpt from one of the more tame posts I found about the subject if your curious.

https://thetalkingpot.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/symbolism-of-the-woman-in-red/

Symbolism of the Woman in Red

Posted on August 19, 2013 by angelishka

(excerpt)

‘The woman in red’ is merely the symbolism; an occult symbolism used by the entertainment industry and the media. The woman in red means something different for each person. It could be a drug, an addiction, a dream, money, desire for something forbidden… some sort of worldly trap that can be placed in front of you, designed to derail you from the path of righteousness.

Is the “Whore of Babylon” symbolic for Hollywood and other things of the highly distracting nature in our world? I wonder!  Right now, if this is true, that old whore Hollywood is getting quite an upturning! 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+17&version=NIV

Revelation 17New International Version (NIV)

Babylon, the Prostitute on the Beast

17 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute, who sits by many waters. 2 With her the kings of the earth committed adultery, and the inhabitants of the earth were intoxicated with the wine of her adulteries.”

3 Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. 4 The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. 5 The name written on her forehead was a mystery:

babylon the great

the mother of prostitutes

and of the abominations of the earth.

6 I saw that the woman was drunk with the blood of God’s holy people, the blood of those who bore testimony to Jesus.

When I saw her, I was greatly astonished. 7 Then the angel said to me: “Why are you astonished? I will explain to you the mystery of the woman and of the beast she rides, which has the seven heads and ten horns. 8 The beast, which you saw, once was, now is not, and yet will come up out of the Abyss and go to its destruction. The inhabitants of the earth whose names have not been written in the book of life from the creation of the world will be astonished when they see the beast, because it once was, now is not, and yet will come.

9 “This calls for a mind with wisdom. The seven heads are seven hills on which the woman sits. 10 They are also seven kings. Five have fallen, one is, the other has not yet come; but when he does come, he must remain for only a little while. 11 The beast who once was, and now is not, is an eighth king. He belongs to the seven and is going to his destruction.

12 “The ten horns you saw are ten kings who have not yet received a kingdom, but who for one hour will receive authority as kings along with the beast. 13 They have one purpose and will give their power and authority to the beast. 14 They will wage war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will triumph over them because he is Lord of lords and King of kings—and with him will be his called, chosen and faithful followers.”

15 Then the angel said to me, “The waters you saw, where the prostitute sits, are peoples, multitudes, nations and languages. 16 The beast and the ten horns you saw will hate the prostitute. They will bring her to ruin and leave her naked; they will eat her flesh and burn her with fire. 17 For God has put it into their hearts to accomplish his purpose by agreeing to hand over to the beast their royal authority, until God’s words are fulfilled. 18 The woman you saw is the great city that rules over the kings of the earth.”

New International Version (NIV)

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I recently bought the song Hearts Filthy Lesson from the Outside album by David Bowie……yep…been speaking to me. 

 

 

13 Oct 2017 Mustard Seed

Hello to you this Friday evening.  I hope you’ve had a good day from whatever point in your timeline you are at when you visit here.  I know it’s weird for me to talk like that to you but that’s how I think of this blog.  It’s a connection point between multiple dimensions.  Mainly mine and yours.  I think of each of us as walking, talking….living and breathing dimensions all overlapping each other.

The example I always use to illustrate this concept is thinking of when Kyle goes to work and I am here.  Unless I tell him what happened here while he was gone, he has no way of knowing what actually happened.  Unless he tells me what happens at his work, I have no way of knowing that either.  Even when we are both here at home,  even sitting in the same room, we are still recording unique perceptions of reality into our memory.   We are worlds within worlds!

Todays drawings weren’t spectacular but lead me to a particular passage from the Bible I’ve always thought was beautiful; the one about having faith as small as a mustard seed.

Matthew 17:20New International Version (NIV)

20 He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

There are certain passages from the Bible, that even if I no longer participate in organized religion, have always resonated with me.  This particular passage is just such a one.  Revisiting passages like these gives me strength during times when I need it the most.  For me, that is what the Bible or any sacred text ought to be used for.  A resource to help, not a weapon to harm.

I hope that through all these billions of lines of wires, cables, electrical signals, dirt, ocean and sky….through all that is between my dimension and yours that this post helps make the moment you are in just a little better.

*I found this video to share, thought it might be interesting to you.  I didn’t know that Canada was the largest grower of mustard seed!

From a Tiny Mustard Seed

Published on Jan 29, 2015

Ever wondered where mustard comes from? Follow the production of mustard from seeding to harvesting.
Learn more about mustard at http://www.saskmustard.com.

*I found myself craving rhyme tonight and wanting more of the coolness of fall we got a brief taste of the other day.  It was 93 degrees here today!  Anyhew, I looked at several poems before finding this one.  I chose it because it spoke to me for some reason.  If you go to the actual site, you can hear each of the poems read out loud either by a person or computer  person.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-friends-2/

Autumn Friends – Poem by Sandra Fowler

If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.

My kind critic, I think it is our fate
To meet in stanzas of my poetry.
Simile and metaphor must be our bond
Until autumn blows one of us away.

Our rare rapport is irreplaceable.
Old moods glimmer on sills like fallen stars.
My little leaf says thank you every day.
It comforts me to know it traveled safe.

‘With my compliments to Mukund Dave for
all his eloquent reviews’

 

 

12 Oct 2017 Remember why you are here (today’s drawings and message)

Hello to you.  Just a quick note with the chalk drawings I did out back today.  The weather is still very nice here.  My thoughts are with the folks in California and any corner of this globe needing help…some glimmer of hope today.   Lots of folks are having hard times.   I hope you are doing your best to shine your light wherever you can.  Keep your lamplights burning!

*the featured drawing is based on a dream I had once about flying around a huge tree with two other men.  Then we were standing on a geometric shaped building made of glass and I left the other two by flying away.

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