Monday, November 27, 2023

Is Our Society Cuckoo?


First:

Wish on White Horses is back! 

 

I missed the memo that my domain was about to expire. Of all the auto-pay sites I get and don't want, it would have been wise to turn this one on.

 

The white horses stampeded over the hills and through the woods and found a hidden valley where no human put ropes on them or hampered their slumber.

 

After feeling I had walked across the Sahara to fix my blog, I found it in my own backyard, uh, computer, plus a hefty fee to get it back. It was like when my dad tore apart the water heater only to find the fuse was burnt out. See why I need two blogs with the same content?

 

Which brings me back to the age-old question: Why am I here? Why am I writing this? Remember what Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books, you just can stop just reading them." The same with this.

 

Crap-po-la!

 

I'm tired of the junk we're hearing. I'm tired of people bowing to the ones with riches, thinking they have the answers. Like, yeah, they know how to make money. Do they know how to live, love, laugh, and be happy? Those are the ones we need to follow. And why are we followers anyway? When did we lose our internal guidance system?

 

Do we want a savior? Well, the savior I choose isn't a despot, narcissist, liar or cheat. 

 

My mind is boggled. I'm frustrated, disenchanted, disappointed, and when I tell my daughter of this, she says that others feel the same way. 

 

 


The above picture struck me. It's of our yard, a Japanese maple, a fig tree, a St John's wort. (The one with red berries.) Yet where did our eyes go? To that one little dead leaf up high in the fig tree. That's the way of people. We can't help it, we are built to find the broken, the moving, the different. It has had survival value.  

 

The earth is some 6 billion years old. Billions folks. I can't fathom a billion years. Our lifespan is 100 years if we're lucky. And then we came as humanoids upon this planet maybe 200,000 to 300,000 years ago. When I was a kid, folks through humans came about 5,000 years ago. And we fought to defend the lineage of humans as specified in the Bible. See how far we've come? Now, we are studying consciousness, our soul, our spark of life. That's what we should have been studying all along, but we didn't have the tools. 

 

After all my grumbling, complaining, and ineptitude, I couldn't stand the News. I was tired of reading novels where I had to trudge through pain, anguish, and grief to get to the happy ending. I was tired of movies that made me sad and publishers that wanted tension between lovers and angst because we have no story without it. I remembered a time when we were proud to be Americans, and when GI Joe was a good guy.

 

 

Divine guidance said, "Enough Joyce," and pushed my Kindle to Louise Hay's book You Can Heal Your Life.

 

She speaks of Affirmations. Well, Affirmations and I have a long history. I remember getting assignments to write an affirmation 100 times before bed. That really made me love them. No, that was penance. 

 

Think of an affirmation this way: Every thought is an affirmation. 

 

(Come on, I know we have unwanted thoughts; don't beat yourself up. Be kind to yourself. We have a screwy brain. Notice the dead leaf, for heaven's sake, and climb up there and pluck it out, or wait, it will fall. It's doing its cycle like everything else—making the way for the new.)

 

And remember, every moment is new.

 

"If we choose to believe we are helpless victims and that it's all hopeless, then the Universe will support us in that belief."

 

“Every cell in our body responds to every single thought we think and every word we speak. Continuous modes of thinking and speaking produce body behaviors, postures, and eases or dis-eases. (Mental causes run 90 to 95 % true.)” 

 

"Being relaxed and centered and peaceful is really being strong and secure. 

 

Many of us think money is the most essential thing in our lives. It is not.

 

OUR BREATH IS.

 

Our breath represents our ability to take in and breathe out life. "If the power that created us has given us enough breath to last as long as we live, shall we not trust that everything we need will also be supplied?

 

"If you wonder if your mission on earth is over, and we're alive it isn't."

–Richard Bach (Illusions)

Tuesday, November 21, 2023

On An Edge or On Edge--Our Times?


 

Holy Moly

This is more to my liking.

Both of these pictures are of Singapore.

When I Googled Singapore I found the top photo, the pool on the edge. It reminded me of a documentary my husband and I watched only last night. The was an expertly photographed and put together film titled Buried: the 1982 Alpine Meadows Avalanche.

The Avalanche occurred at Lake Tahoe in 1982 when a storm roared in and dropped 90 inches of snow in 24 hours causing three Avalanche areas to join together forming one horrendous Avalanche beyond the ability of the Avalanche patrol to contain.

Who hasn’t heard of Lake Tahoe? It is touted as a fun place, A party waiting to happen. I did not know that it was situated at the bottom of a bowl with Avalanche prone mountains encircling it. I felt that same horror when I saw that swimming pool hanging out over a city in Singapore.

From that Avalanche film I learned that the ski patrol keeps the Avalanches at bay by skiing up to the Avalanche prone areas and throwing dynamite at them. Normally the blast stabilizes the area, but not when a killer storm arrives and links three such areas together.

I could see a parallel with those and our times now. 

Back to Singapore. Somehow my blog hit there, and for a couple of weeks I had a hardy readership, then it tanked. I knew little of Singapore, thus the google, prompted by the pond pictures that popped on my screen from Bing.

I see that Singapore is incredibly beautiful.

Singapore ranks highly in key social indicators: education, healthcare, quality of life, personal safety, infrastructure, and housing, with a home-ownership rate of 88 percent. Singaporeans enjoy one of the longest life expectancies, fastest Internet connection speeds, lowest infant mortality rates, and lowest levels of corruption in the world.

Wow.

I have mostly tried to keep positive on my blog, for I think the world has enough negativity without me pointing out more. However, I have been disenchanted of late.

Chiropractor to the rescue. He called today to say he had a cancellation at 12 noon. I could have it.

On my way to have my back adjusted, I had an attitude adjustment. I had popped a tape into the car player. See, sometimes we get stuck and need a little kick to get out of our funk/ worry/concerns. It is so easy to play the ain’t it awful game. What is happening to people? Why are we so discontented, why do we mistrust most everything, the law, the laws, the government, politics, politicians, the pharmaceutical companies. We have been lied to. We have been manipulated. But our attitudes are compounding the problem. We are allowing our light to dim. We are griping. While we think our complaints are letting off steam, it leaves us feeling bad. That isn’t who we are. We are divine creatures, and deep down we know we are good, and want good for our fellow human beings. We want to be connected to Source. Some are antithesis of that, but let them have their skirmishes in the parking lot and leave us out of it. Let your light shine.

Way back in my youth, I saw a TV commercial. Commercial? It was more like just a cinematic spot.  It was an animated line drawing of a couple. She was throwing all sorts of exclamations toward him via talk bubbles. Yet back from him, from his mouth slowly drifting through the space between them came flowers.

Lovingly, she crawled into his lap.

 The “cartoon” ended.