Lasers really to change the weather? That’s right. Well, as Mark Twain once famously said, everyone complains about the weather, but no one ever does anything about it. Well, instead of doing a rain dance, we physicists are firing trillion watt lasers into the sky to actually precipitate rain clouds and actually bring down lightning bolts. Go ahead. Well, this is fascinating to me in part because too I remember reading the stories that China had used this during the Olympics. The USSR had used this after Chernobyl to create rain clouds. I mean, did those really work then? We have some of these capabilities now? Inconclusive. Even in the 60s, the CIA used this to bring down monsoons during the Vietnam War to wash out the Viet Cong. Governments have been… Allege to. Allege to, right. We realize that for decades now these governments have been alleged to have experimented with weather control but nothing conclusive this time we’re beginning in the laws of physics rather than simply waving our hands and uttering mumbo jumbo we’re actually using trillion watt lasers now and in the laboratory, sure enough, they precipitate rain out of water vapor sure enough you can actually bring down electricity down the beam firing trillion watt lasers you rip apart the electrons creating what are called ions act like seeds, like dust particles, bringing down rain and even lightning.
I noted yesterday that the radio stations are playing the same regurgitated crap they’ve been playing for decades. Why? There are SO many, better, sounds … from folks who “haven’t” sold their soul.
Dr. Frank Mayfield was touring Tewksbury Institute when, on his way out, he accidentally collided with an elderly floor maid. To cover the awkward moment Dr. Mayfield started asking questions.
“How long have you worked here?”
“I’ve worked here almost since the place opened,”the maid replied.
“What can you tell me about the history of this place?” he asked.
“I don’t think I can tell you anything, but I could show you something.”
With that, she took his hand and led him down to the basement under the oldest section of the building. She pointed to one of what looked like small prison cells, their iron bars rusted with age, and said, “That’s the cage where they used to keep Annie Sullivan.”
“Who’s Annie?” the doctor asked.
“Annie was a young girl who was brought in here because she was incorrigible—nobody could do anything with her. She’d bite and scream and throw her food at people. The doctors and nurses couldn’t even examine her or anything. I’d see them trying with her spitting and scratching at them.
“I was only a few years younger than her myself and I used to think, ‘I sure would hate to be locked up in a cage like that.’ I wanted to help her, but I didn’t have any idea what I could do. I mean, if the doctors and nurses couldn’t help her, what could someone like me do?
“I didn’t know what else to do, so I just baked her some brownies one night after work. The next day I brought them in. I walked carefully to her cage and said, ‘Annie, I baked these brownies just for you. I’ll put them right here on the floor and you can come and get them if you want.’
“Then I got out of there just as fast as I could because I was afraid she might throw them at me. But she didn’t. She actually took the brownies and ate them. After that, she was just a little bit nicer to me when I was around. And sometimes I’d talk to her. Once, I even got her laughing.
One of the nurses noticed this and she told the doctor. They asked me if I’d help them with Annie. I said I would if I could. So that’s how it came about that. Every time they wanted to see Annie or examine her, I went into the cage first and explained and calmed her down and held her hand. This is how they discovered that Annie was almost blind.”
After they’d been working with her for about a year—and it was tough sledding with Annie—the Perkins institute for the Blind opened its doors. They were able to help her and she went on to study and she became a teacher herself.
Annie came back to the Tewksbury Institute to visit, and to see what she could do to help out. At first, the Director didn’t say anything and then he thought about a letter he’d just received. A man had written to him about his daughter. She was absolutely unruly—almost like an animal. She was blind and deaf as well as ‘deranged.’
He was at his wit’s end, but he didn’t want to put her in an asylum. So he wrote the Institute to ask if they knew of anyone who would come to his house and work with his daughter.
And that is how Annie Sullivan became the lifelong companion of Helen Keller.
When Helen Keller received the Nobel Prize, she was asked who had the greatest impact on her life and she said, “Annie Sullivan.”
But Annie said, “No, Helen. The woman who had the greatest influence on both our lives was a floor maid at the Tewksbury Institute.”
Some people have no idea what it means to hurt someone. They think because they didn’t slap them in the face or punch them in the guts, they did no harm.
Emotional and mental abuse creates trauma that must be worked through. A damaged spirit/soul/body complex can only heal if they do it intentionally, and revisiting wounds hurts real bad. This type of abuse literally alters the life path of another.
Some people have no idea what it means to hurt someone, painting themselves as a saint. Surely getting through the pearly gates.
They have to learn what it means to hurt someone. And that means they have to experience it first hand. And if they are already playing the victim, well, it’s gonna be a very rough, long hard road.
I hope they can persevere. And I hope they choose to become kind, rather than vengeful. I hope they learn patience, as so many of their targets had to, while being extremely challenged.
Some folks get cake the first half of life. They get glory, celebration, status and admiration.
Then the illusion dies, and people simply aren’t enamored any longer.
Some folks suffer real bad the first half of life. They wonder why life is so hard. They look around at others sucking on silver spoons.
Some get angry, bitter. They decide that to ‘take’ is the key. They make shady deals to get one up, only one…
Others sing the song of Patience. They don’t become bitter. They are faithful, that in the grand scheme of things, this will make sense. They remain open hearted to love, knowing it may hurt at some point … but ever faithful to love.
Some take. Some wait.
What do you think the actual Big Kahuna is going to say about all of it?
Not much, most likely. Just the facts, and the decree. It won’t be denied.
The body is holy. Sexuality is holy. The imagination is holy. Divinity is immanent in nature; it is within you as well as without. Most spiritual paths ultimately lead people to the understanding of their own connection to the divine. While human beings are often cut off from experiencing the deep and ever-present connection between themselves and the universe, that connection can often be regained through ceremony and community. The energy you put out into the world comes back.
~ Margot Adler, Drawing Down the Moon
Art: Elly Smallwood ~ @ellysmallwood on Instagram
The giant woman here appears as a vision I had not long ago of a giant woman in the waterfall at multnomah falls. She was clear as day, magnificent!!
If you used to toss cigarette butts out onto the land (they don’t decompose) then spend time picking up the ones you see. Pick up as many as you think you threw out. Balance that shit.
If you’ve been opinionated and refused to ever hear or respect another’s perspective or ways, then make it an intentional point and effort to “listen” and to “hear” people, and do your best to see and hear from their perspective.
If you’ve lived a life of addictions … porn, gambling, drugs, alcohol, over-eating .. whatever, be intentional about bringing balance to one-sided and heavy situations.
Undo the negatives. Apologize. Be the bigger person. Let it go. The need to be right all the time.
When I moved in I was not able to get to the apples right away. Many fell and were cooked by the sun. Today, I collected them.
I gathered 2 bags of good apples, some bruises, some worm holes, but all in all good, ripe apples. I also gathered 8 bags of rotten apples.
I was thanking God for the abundance. I was marveling at how all I need do is collect and prep for storage, for future use. How great The Most High God is! And to think I’ve just been blessed with this abundance, right in my own yard.
I began thinking about the Garden of Eden. I consider “the garden” to be this planet, Earth. I’ve been pondering the forest, a desire building in me about FOOD Forests … abundance for all living creatures. I wondered … what if humans are the “apple” of Creator’s Eye? What if, in the beginning, many races and species inhabited this planet (still do BTW). What if Creator told all here that they were permitted to eat of everything except the apple … the apple of his eye … humans. If they did, they would be evicted from the garden.
Well … they did. They’ve been growing, harvesting as food (meat and energy) humans, and many others who were here to love and live.
I was thinking about the separation, as I just did, with the ‘good’ apples and the ‘rotten’ apples. Have some humans turned on their brethren for money and material items? Of course they did. They were warned.
Do they think they will be able to overcome the Most High? Do they believe they will evict Creator from His Realm? Yes, they do. There are those who have inverted the codes and believe they can overcome the original.
Anyway … the apples to me, are an analogy of what is currently happening. I don’t have to see it to know it’s happening. I see what the challengers are doing, and I know full well they are running scared, hoping against all hope that what they were told, what they sold their soul for, is the truth … I have a feeling they know otherwise by now.
God’s picking up apples.
I have a lot of bruises. I have suffered being host for, and food for, parasites. They’ve eaten the soft tissues of my joints, bored holes into my muscular structure.
As I have saved the bruised ones with worm holes, tossing aside the rotten ones, I believe God is doing that right now too. This is why it came to me as I was picking up apples. He may even have been doing His work in tandem with me. Oh how I absolutely LOVE that thought!!
The Harvest is upon us.
The Most High God, He who has been given All Authority has decreed it … “They will get what they deserve.”
And I’m not even going to wonder about what that is … it is clear what they’ve been applying their effort and energy in … creating misery for others, stealing their wealth, abundance, God ordained destinies …
When you put all your effort in creating something that hurts so badly … I’m ‘guessing’ the Universe has ordained them the karma of experiencing their creation.
I’m gathering the good apples. I will carve off the bad portions. They will contribute just as much goodness to the collective (collection) of apples that will be present to enrich the coming months, and years.
To the King, The Most High, He with All Authority I offer my praise and gratitude.
Thank you for the intimate knowing. The lessons in all their forms. Thank you for forging me in the fires. I look forward to the pendulum swing in this experience, a slow exhilarating inhale of blessings to bring balance to what was.
A return to Paradise.
Home.
Update:
A man rang my doorbell. He asked if he could take the 9 bags of fruit I wasn’t able to salvage. I told him it was rotten. He said he wasn’t going to eat it … compost? Feed it to livestock? I was just so thrilled that even the bad fruit was going to be used I said Yes! Yes! Please take it!!
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