Brain Cake & News

No Brains were harmed in the making of this cake.

While I was playing with a new website my 10-year-old grandson was in the kitchen whipping up a brain cake. All eatable. The pink was made with food coloring. The red is strawberry jelly. The brain's cerebral cortex was his concoction of a fondant--a ton of sugar, water and marshmallows.

The cake tasted really good.

I should have photographed the kitchen.

You guys who know me understand what Wish on White Horses is about, but others probably think it is a site about horses...so I decided I needed a new focus--to be clear in what I want and to help others who are on the same journey as I am. 

I would love it if you would check out 

www.traveling-through-life.com

Thanks ever so much--you guys are awesome!

To the Universe and Beyond!
Joyce

Critiques are welcome.

You Are One

“Believe it or not, you are parading yourself naked, drunk and writing every time you press “Publish.” -- Adour Lara

Holy Cow.

The other day while having lunch with new friends, I said ,”Tell me about your past.”

The man said, “I know yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“I read your book.”

“What book?”

He found me on Amazon and read “Mother’s Letters,” It isn’t about me so much as about my mother, but I felt exposed, embarrassed—well I did reveal things about myself. Of late I had been thinking of taking that book off Amazon and replacing it with Mother’s Letters only, plus a brief intro and epilog by me. No more expose’. I'm done.

And I thought I was talking to you personally.

I’m sitting here with all my clothes on, I drank a smoothie for breakfast—no alcohol in it,  and well, I’m just thinking through my fingers…So what shall we talk about?

Last week I saw the movie Free State of Jones (ruined my state of mind for days), but I believe as the teacher #Abraham said that as the old ones croak and new ones come into being, the old ways are diluted. We have evolved. We aren’t the people of yesterday.  And the new ones now being born  are cable ready—and with that a higher consciousness.

The other day my little seven-year-old grandson was contemplating the Big Bang Theory, and who made God.

I said, “Well, the man named Einstein with his equation E=MC2 said that matter is neither made nor destroyed. Perhaps it always was.

“Good idea that man Einstein had,” he said.

Things are changing.

I’m not the only one championing the cause for living a life of freedom. Caz of Y-Travel says, “It’s about our journey of unplugging from the chaos. Saying no to the fears and the things that don’t serve us, and saying yes to our dreams, and to the life connection we crave.”

When I say freedom that is what I mean, the internal freedom we give ourselves.

Each night as we lay our heads on our pillow we are given another opportunity to awaken into a new day.

Do we pick up the thoughts, worries, concerns of the night before? Do we  get up, make coffee, check the computer, shower, go to a job we don’t like, grumble through the day, come home, collapse, watch the news (horror), fall into bed and do it all over again.

No wonder we have gotten into the “robotization, that James Clerk Maxwell spoke about.

Maxwell was a physicist and mathematician who lived from 1831 to 1879. Maxwell proposed that a fourth-dimensional universe exists. There are the three dimensions, of course, that we can see-- height, width, and depth. Maxwell proposed of a fourth one exists that we can’t see. (You explain that one to me, perhaps that is where intuition, psychic abilities, and hunches lie, and  that feeling that we want more…

”Little sister, little brother, don’t believe a word about things you’ve heard about askin’ too much too soon. You can hold back the tide, but you can never hold the woman, I say the woman in the moon…” Barbra Streisand

Maxwell often spoke of “authenticity.” He wrote that in a society that is becoming increasingly insane, only a concern for ethics can restore sanity. To arrest the process of robotization, he said, each person needs to develop high ethical standards to rejuvenate the society.

Think about it. We all have our little corner of the world. If each of us reached for that authenticity Maxwell wrote about, there would be no need to “save” anyone.

I see this new thought enlightening the globe like a special effects wave.

I once met a biologist who worked for Nikon Industries. She had seen the fertilization of a human embryo in a petre dish. She said the moment the sperm enter the ova a flash occurred.

There was the moment of life.

There is an often old story—you wonder about these stories sometimes, but this story is about the 100^th monkey.

So the story goes, there was an island with a tribe of monkeys. Sweet potatoes were their primary source of food. One day one little monkey took her sweet potato to the water’s edge and washed it. Soon other monkeys, having not seen the first one wash her potato, began to wash theirs. Soon all the monkeys on the island were washing their potatoes.

This story is used to emphasize that once an idea is introduced into a culture, it spreads whether taught or not. Makes you wonder about that 4^th dimension Maxwell spoke of doesn’t it?

So, what or who is sucking your energy?

From Caz’s website, More energy sucks:

·                     society’s expectations

·                     schedules and demands

·                     over commitment to tasks and people that don’t matter

·                     overconsumption and materialism

·                     the habit of competing, comparing, criticizing

·                     a life of shoulds

·                     a traditional path that does not make you feel alive (traditional is okay IF it is your mojo).

·                     relationships that don’t serve you.

·                     devices that steal your time with meaningless crap, memes, bullshit, and other people’s drama.

A 1995 recorded conversation at sea. (Released rather mischievously.)

Navy voice: “Please divert your course 15 to the North to avoid a collision.

Civilian voice: “Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

Navy Voice: “This is the captain of a US Navy Ship. I say again, divert your course.”

Civilian Voice: “I say again divert your course.”

Navy Voice: “This is the airship Enterprise, we are a large warship of the US Navy. Divert your course now.”

Civilian Voice: “This is the lighthouse. Your call.”

From Two X's (Not a Beer)

Yesterday I managed a can opener—that was to open a can of chicken noodle soup for dinner. Breakfast, fixing coffee and toast was too much work.

Today I popped up, fixed my husband’s lunch, did the dishes, threw some laundry into the washer, folded clothes, emptied the garbage, swept the floor, and hey, I’m ready to go.

Two days of either stomach flu or food poisoning made me think I was dying.

NOT!

I believe I can hang in there a while longer.

So what are we going to talk about?

I am fed up with nitpickers, naysayers, and mongers of atrocities, I got into it too, it’s so easy to see what’s wrong with schools, the health system, the government, people who are trying to “help” you  write, sell, blog, get published, start your business, sell to millions, that I am saying screw it. And this morning—you probably saw it, the woman Nellie Stevens who discovered the XY chromosome that determines how we get to be male or female, didn’t get credit because she had two XX’s.  She was a female! Oh, the horror of it. Well now she is honored on Google and her old professor who took credit ought to be red-faced.

But, while being sick I spent a day reading a book, Jason’s Gold by Will Hobbs. YA fiction—good for a sick day, and I wanted to study how he wrote, but I got so wrapped up in the story I forgot to notice.

That’s the way it ought to be.

Monday Fourth of July (before sickness) I saw this on a tee-shirt at Art in the Vineyard in Eugene, Oregon:

“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.

—E.B. White (Charlottes Web)

That pretty much sums it up.

It Isn’t a Conspiracy, It's an Avalanche

Innocence

Not Everything is a Conspiracy, but there are enough to make us cynical.

Not a good way to live.

Pharmaceutical companies want to make money. Stockholders want to make money. Sales people want to make money. Doctors want to make money. Insurance companies want to make money.

It isn’t a #conspiracy, it's an avalanche.

Let’s use doctors for example.

Most doctors are well meaning.

And then we add prescribed drugs into the mix. Doctors get their information regarding medicines from sales people.

Most sales people are well meaning.

Sales people want their commission. Their job is to sell. They want to please the company and the stockholders. They want to make a living.

They tell the doctors the benefits of a particular drug, the doctor sees the benefit, thus he prescribes it.

“My doctor has me on it,” I hear someone say and I want to scream. “No, you have yourself on it. Your doctor offered it. You took it.”

 Notice what you are putting in your mouth.

It’s the problem with the big industrial age. Things get out of hand.

Be diligent. 

Take care of yourself.

I think back to some of the spiritual practices of old. Many disciplines have said that thoughts create. Many have said that our attitude influences our behavior and the outcome. Meditation clears the brain, lowers blood pressure, centers people. Prayer is talking to a higher power. All these things have been in our culture, but they, like the potions we call medicines, became ritualized. Beliefs about them became so strongly held they became a religion or a superstition. 
Some became suspect, some went underground, or were fought over because they were controversial, and thus many lost their power.

I had a colonoscopy once. I had to sign a form and the bottom line stated that death could be a result.

I said to the doctor, “I normally don’t sign forms that have death as a possibility.”

He said, “You could get run over by a bus too.”

I wanted to say, “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard of,” but I didn’t. To antagonize someone about to perform a procedure on me didn’t seem like a good idea.

Instead, I said, ”But I don’t stand in the middle of the road when I see a bus barreling down on me.