If We Stop Talking to Each Other, We’re in Deep Dodo.

 “Loneliness seems to have become the great American disease.”--John Corry. (Sent to me from a reader.) 

 

Aw.

 

 

What do you think of parental controls—not for the kids, for us?

 

Google has announced that they will take down anything addressing the Covid19 virus that doesn’t follow the Mainstream Dialogue.

 

Facebook has censored dissonant voices regarding this lockdown. (Their choice since they are an independent organization, but strange to my way of thinking.)

 

What are they afraid of? 

 

Silly me, I thought an educated populous could listen to various sides, form a conclusion, and make up their own minds. Isn’t that the way juries work? Isn’t that what debate is about? 

 

I heard a comment by Dr. Christiane Northrup OBGYN (Famous for her book, Woman’s Minds Women’s Bodies) regarding a Medical Intuitive. His advice, she said, was the same she had put on twitter about a month ago. It was there for a mini-second, then zip-gone. He offered advice on how to lessen the pathogen load for people who have contracted Covid19. (Apparently, you can get a little dose or a big one depending on the length of exposure.)

Take a hairdryer, hold your hand over the exhaust, and blow the hot air into your face. Breathe the hot air for a minute or two, three times a day. Afterward, use a saline spray, something that moisturizes the nasal passages.

 

Notice that this offered advice, no claim. It doesn’t seem all that dangerous to me. 

 

Daughter dear offered another explanation for the reason the hot air worked. Remember the humidifier from the last blog? Humid air and the virus are incompatible. Perhaps the hot air evaporates the moisture within the nasal passages and thus creates a nasal sauna.

 

I’m just guessing. I have no data to support this idea. I just see no harm in it.

 

Today, however, I’m in a Quandary.

 

I have declared that I want to help people Survive and Thrive, so what is the best way to do that?

 

On the one hand, I can talk about various alternative theories as to why we have this virus in the first place. I can sympathize with people. I can comment on where this pandemic is going. I can rail on how easily people are manipulated when Fear is the motivating force. I can be depressed at how easily people give up their freedoms.

 

I know that the way to convince people of your way of thinking is to present them with a problem, let them stew in it for a while, then offer the solution. (Yea! Applause! You fixed it!)

 

Instead, I’m calling in the Light Beings.

 

Gather around all you little fireflies. By light beings, I’m not being airy-fairy—well maybe a little. To use the word LIGHT means to carry understanding, encouragement, support, and a belief that the light (knowledge) will win over the darkness. 

 

A light being is one who had taken back their power.

 

I have heard it said that women are carriers of the light. Not to insult any wonderful males, it doesn’t mean we have the answers, it means we carry the lantern to light up the trail.

 

Most of us have been feeling powerless. We can’t control this virus. We believe in free elections, but find that they aren’t. We want to follow laws, but find that instead we are following mandates given by people who aren’t professional, or scientists, and are basically shooting in the dark.

 

So, to enforce these mandates, they use fear, guilt, coercion, and social pressure.

 

If you wonder what I am talking about, it’s not the virus, it’s the ramifications from it. Such as:

 

Who benefits from this lock down?

• Is there an agenda behind it?

• Is there anything in this present scenario that smells bad to you?

• Do you think the people in power have our best interests at heart?

• Do they really care that much about our health?

• Are they afraid that the virus will decimate the earth’s peoples, and they must stop it?

• Is the desire to make money behind it?

• Is this about control?

• Do they want to immunize the entire population of the planet?

• If you are not immunized, can you go travel anyplace, go where you want to go, like school and sports events?

• Will they inject a chip in all of us verifying that we have been inoculated, and where we are at all times? If they—whoever they are-- start chipping us, where does that lead?

• Do people know that aluminum is used in inoculations? Do they how dangerous aluminum is when injected into the body? 

 

We are advised to give up aluminum in frying pans and deodorants, where we absorb a small amount of aluminum. When aluminum is injected under the skin, we absorb 100%. Aluminum has been linked to Alzheimer’s as well as other adverse conditions. Do we want to risk it, especially when told this will end the pandemic? 

 

We got the Pharmaceutical Companies to remove the mercury, but now they use aluminum in immunizations.Isn’t there a safe alternative? Can we place controls on Big Pharma as they were prior to 1986? Is there a way to talk about this without fighting? It is so political we go into a polarization—like you’re either with me or against me.

 

Did you know that Vaccine manufacturers are exempt from liability?

 

WASHINGTON – In 1986, Congress passed the National Childhood Vaccine Injury Act (NCVIA), creating a no-fault compensation program to stabilize a vaccine market adversely affected by an increase in vaccine-related lawsuits and to facilitate compensation to claimants who found pursuing legitimate vaccine-inflicted injuries too difficult and cost-prohibitive.

 

 

I experienced “Cognitive Dissonance” regarding the above commentary.

 

A few days ago, I didn’t know what Cognitive Dissonance meant. Dr. Christiane Northrup explained it to me. 

 

Imagine that you are a devout Catholic. You have gone to mass, given your confession, sent your son to be an altar boy. To your horror, you find that dear old Father Not So feel Good has been sexually molesting his alter boys.

 

Sweet old Father Not so Feel Good? No. How could he? I’ve told him my innermost secrets. I trusted him.

 

Coming face to face with a truth opposite your belief system is excruciatingly painful. That is Cognitive Dissonance.

 

It’s going to take a strong arm to hold up the lantern.

 

Are we up to the task?

 

Some believe this current state of the world is an Awakening. And many have been waiting for it. It’s hard though, just when you think the hero is about to win, the nemesis comes up with a new tactic. We have to remember that giving birth to humans isn’t easy, nor is giving birth to a new reality. As our primitive lizard brain holds on to its old views in new data, so do the denizens of darkness bring on a fresh onslaught of slings and arrows. 

 

We need a civil rights leader to rise up from the crowd and teach people about non-violent protests. (Protesters in Portland Oregon are getting tear-gassed.)  Remember Martin Luther King Jr.? I don’t know how he did it.

One principle many carriers of the light know is that when we push against a thing, it pushes back.

Another principle is that whatever we focus on tends to grow larger.

Focus on love and it grows.

Focus on worry and it looms up in graphic detail.

Focus on health and happiness and more is available for you.

 

I received this from a reader:

 

"I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time." by Charles M. Schulz. (You know him, the artist who created Peanuts)._

 

And I found this about the actor Bill Murray:

“Bill’s whole life is in the moment,” says Ted Melfi, who directed Murray in the movie St. Vincent. “He doesn’t care about what just happened. He doesn’t think about what’s going to happen. He doesn’t even book round-trip tickets. Bill buys one-ways and then decides when he wants to go home.”

Once he asked a cabbie in NY what he liked to do. The Cabbie said he liked to play the saxophone, but didn’t have much time to practice. Bill asked him stop the car, go to the truck, get out his sax, and while the fellow played his sax in the backseat, Bill drove the cab.

This inspires me, how about you?

It’s an attitude, a way to approach life.

 

 

On the home front:

Normally when faced with a manual to fix something I call my husband or grandson.

 

Last week I had to face a manual alone. It was a 16-page manual to format my book for its paperback edition. I did the interior. Then came the cover. I couldn’t for the life of me get mine to fit into their system, so I went with one of their templates which only changed the font of the title.

 

After hitting “I accept,” where I was like the proverbial check signer circling the sign line, I clicked, and they gave me the price of printing. My choices were from $8.31 to $250.00. I didn't think anyone would pay $250, so I  checked on $8.99.

That would give me a 38-cent profit, $9.99 would give a profit of 99 cents. I chose $12.99 at a $2.78 profit.  

 

I just got an email that my paperback book is alive on Amazon! No kidding right now! And I just completed it yesterday. It’s amazing that it worked, and so fast.

 

Well, daughter dear, you can have a real-life-hold-in-your-hands-book—and anyone else who so desires. Kindle or paperback, you choose.

 

·  Look Inside the Book. This feature will be available in 7 business days.

 https://www.amazon.com/s?k=where+the+birds+of+eden+sing&ref=nb_sb_noss

Find a Cornfield

I saw something adorable yesterday. 

As I was pulling out of a parking place at my Chiropractor’s office, a teen-aged girl was getting into her car carrying what looked like a baby lamb.

I couldn’t resist, I drove over as the mother was spraying her daughter’s shoes with disinfectant as she lifted one foot then the other. I commented on how cute they were, and the girl stepped back out and showed me her baby goat. 

It made my day.

The baby was 8 weeks old, and the girl said her name was Shadow because she followed her everywhere.

The mother said, with no school, now the girl has a goat. How creative. She has time to take care of a baby, bond, have fun.

If you have never experienced a goat, you have missed tremendous fun. A goat is somewhat like a dog in that goats will follow you, go on walks with you, like being around you, and, unlike a dog, they will mow down the brush for you. They are not messy, as they poop pellets like deer. They do like to climb, though.

Baby Darling on Wilbur with Orville looking on, Oregon

Baby Darling and Ra, Hawaii

One might say that little goat was the girl’s cornfield.

What am I talking about?

“Blame it on my high school teacher,” wrote Martha Beck. Her high school teacher, Mrs. Jensen she called her, was married at 17, bore her first child at 19 and was a farmwife and mother of four by age 22. When she felt overwhelmed, she’d retreat to a field of corn and hide, listening to her children search for her. When she heard a genuine cry for help or felt ready to reconnect, she would go back. 

Everybody needs their cornfield.

Perhaps that doesn’t apply to you if you live alone. Now with this quarantine, you feel isolated and in need of some diversion and socialization, but if you are cramped into a house with a large family, you might need a cornfield. That girl needed a baby goat.

You need someplace to hide where you can recharge your batteries. As I have mentioned, my truck (my office on wheels) is my cornfield, although I didn’t call it that until I read of Mrs. Jensen. Sometimes, I need to get out, but I still want to work, so I take my materials, my dog, and I drive and park someplace green and beautiful, and while the dog sleeps, I center myself.

I feel that we, as an earth-people, have just experienced a factory reset.

Things will never be the same, but I hope we will emerge more enlightened people. I hope we take some stock while in that cornfield to evaluate what’s important. Perhaps work will change. Companies might decide that much of their work-- via computer-- can be done outside the cubicle. Maybe we will touch the beauty that is our own soul, and become happier. Perhaps we will see that this factory reset allowed nature to take a breath.

I’m impressed with the restaurants in town offering take-out and grocery stores providing delivery. The Olive Garden has it down to a science, with a tent outside for clerks to take orders, send you in your car to a parking place, and wait for your food to be delivered. Someone came up with the glass or plastic shields in front of cash registers. Human ingenuity, I love it. These are the ones that drive evolution in a positive direction.

I’m ready to get back to interaction, however, and please folks let’s not develop a fear of each other.

We, at-home workers, haven’t experienced much change. I work at home, but don’t make a living at it. (In my dreams, and bless Husband Dear.) I have, however, spent the past week on my upcoming novel. I am suffering the “Holy cow, what it, nobody likes it, reads it, and I make a fool out of myself,” syndrome. My shitty first draft should be long gone, but now comes the finishing touches.

Some people like to read about work-in-progress, some don’t. I do. I love to see houses before they are finished, artists painting of sculpting or whatever their medium is, and here I’m talking about a book in process.

One woman explained with self-publishing that she had carefully formatted everything, She had it ready for the press, then discovered she had left out the page numbers. Luckily she found it before press.

What I’m afraid of is that I will find my errors after it is printed. I’ll look like a fool and fall flat on my face. But as Robinhood said, “Faint hearts never won fair ladies.” so I am plunging ahead.

I spent an entire day on the cover. I had a front cover laid out, but then I realized that if I have a print book—my daughter wants at least one hard copy—that I need a back cover, a description, and a barcode. I wanted the background to wrap around from front to back, but where would the book bend, and how large would the spine be (that area where the title is listed vertically)? And the background I choose is limited in size, perhaps it won’t be long enough to cover edge to edge with the front cover laid out the way I want it. I know the book will be cut, and they have what’s called a bleed where the color extends past the cut edges. So, I dinked and experimented and wanted the bird on the front to be in a particular spot.

The Frog’s Song Publishing LLC. is official.

I have two ISBN’s, one for softcover, one for an ebook.

My nom d’ plume will be jewell d.

And I’m waiting for the Library of Congress to give me an official number.

And that’s not even talking about what’s inside. That’s the fun part.

You see, I’m hoping to have Where The Bird’s of Eden Sing out soon. The ebook will be reasonably priced, $2.99, and available while people have time to read, are perhaps tired of Netflix, and can take my book to their cornfield.