A Great Lakes Summer Storm Haiku
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adrift, clouds repast
before, an azure blue sky
adrift, clouds pour forth
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breakers, restless wind
caps whitened by stormy seas
freshwater rushing
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grey, dark Lake Huron
observed from the northeast dunes
lulls me to sleepward
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when I wake, freshened
lit inordinately bright
I Rush! Take A Dip!
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diving a breaker
headlong, stretching out, reaching
clear as I surface
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drying on the sand
gazing skyward toward heaven
azure clouds float by
–Stephen A. Brown
© 2012 Stephen Andrew Brown, All Rights Reserved.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
A Propositional Amendment to the United States Constitution
PROPOSITION
An
amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America
“The
states shall not enact any law that prohibits the legal possession of
a firearm or other weapon for personal self-defense.”
This
amendment applies primarily to, but is not limited to:
- A handgun, rifle, or shotgun.
- A non-lethal, less-than-lethal, or other such device, also known as a 'stun gun,' 'tazer gun,' or other such device.
- Knives, dirks, daggers, swords, or other blades.
- CN 'Tear Gas' launchers, Mace, Oleoresin Capsicum or other 'pepper' sprays or aerosols.
- Flare guns.
- Batons, clubs, bats, or other impact weapons.
- Any object, either of the natural environment or of man-made or other artifice that could be effectively used in self-defense.
PROVISIONS
- No state, county, township, or municipality, or unincorporated area, or any other entity may prohibit it's citizens from carrying a concealed or openly carried handgun, rifle, or shotgun for personal protection.
- Personal protection means the protection of one's own person, family, friends, or government, either persons or property.
- A citizen may carry a handgun, rifle, or shotgun outside of one's personal home or domicile for personal protection.
- A citizen in good standing and of legal age may carry a handgun concealed upon one's person or in plain view for personal protection in any area generally accepted to be public property.
- A private owner of a business may not prohibit his customers from carrying concealed weapons within the business or on the grounds.
- The above will not apply if the business is a manufacturer or seller of fireworks, explosives, or other incendiary items. This does not apply to stores that sell small bundles of fireworks for personal use in states that allow them.
- A person may have a firearm in one's vehicle, loaded or unloaded, so long as the vehicle is parked far enough away from buildings so as not to be a hazard. (Author's Note: Consider distances.)
- The above will not apply if the business is governed under certain provisions of the National Security Act.
- Any elected public official may carry a concealed handgun upon one's person within a governmental chamber for personal protection from outside attack while the government is in session.
- No post-secondary university, college, or school of trade, either public or private, may prohibit any student of legal age from carrying a handgun, either concealed or openly carried, persuant to the rules of this amendment.
- No public or private university, college, or trade school official, whether teacher, administrator, or other staff, may affect a student's academic record, through the use of intimidation, either express or implied, socially or professionally, in any fashion with respect to this amendment.
- Any act of aggression toward a student carrying a concealed handgun for personal protection, on the part of any hired or retained school police or security force, except in the case of a criminal act (the mere carrying of a handgun on school grounds shall not be deemed illegal), such as a robbery, act of rape, or other assault, etc., shall be deemed an offense under this amendment, and the school shall be held liable for such damage or losses as may be incurred by an incident or incidents.
- In addition to the above, if a student is being aggressed by any police or security official in a manner that is a danger to the student's life and limb, and the security or police official will not respond to attempts-at-communication by the student, the student may use deadly force, either express or implied, to halt the aggression as a last resort.
- No person desiring to attain or hold public office may make compaign promises, introduce any bills, or support any statute that would violate the terms of this amendment.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Narrowing It Down To Three New Career Paths
I've been researching new career paths. I've narrowed it down to three.
1. Cartographic Science/GIS/GPS electronic mapping.
2. Computer Programmer
3. Writer, Fiction; Writer, Copyeditor; Writer, Technical
1. Cartographic Science/GIS/GPS electronic mapping.
2. Computer Programmer
3. Writer, Fiction; Writer, Copyeditor; Writer, Technical
Friday, May 11, 2012
My Facebook Response To Mike Whaley
Dear Mr. Whaley,
I respectfully submit these responses for your perusal, refusal, understanding, misunderstanding, handling, mishandling, or any other such element of use or abuse. The choice is left distinctly up to you.
Now, to begin...
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Quote: "Mr. Brown, I find your arguments, while presented well, to be legalistic and built upon the acceptance of some things as "fact". "
Mr. Whaley: Thank you for saying I was well-presented. Might I also extend the courtesy.
Relating to some of my views being 'legalistic,' perhaps so. However, as I see it, no more so than anything modern Christianity pro ponders, which may also be considered as a form of legalism.
Quote: "Homosexuality is NOT equal or equivalent to marriage. It cannot be no matter how many people think it is."
I would tend to agree with this statement. Marriage is not equal or equivalent to homosexuality in any way; this is due to the fact that homosexuality is not marriage; it is, instead, a Sexual Orientation, one in which two people of the same gender are attracted to one another, primarily sexually, but also emotionally and spiritually (or non-physically, which I'll expound upon toward the end of this response to you.)
Quote: " It is clear that you are hostile to the notion of absolute truth, and that since Biblical truth represents an absolute moral base, then you aren't in a position to understand the issue from my side."
So, tell me. Are you saying because I'm not Christian that I can't possibly understand your side of things? Admittedly, I'm not Christian, I follow no specific religious code or belief system.
I find Christianity's so-called 'absolute truth' quite hostile to my own personal psycho/spiritual makeup; in fact, I find it reprehensible! This is because I do not define my fellow sentient beings as 'sinful.' To me, sin just doesn't, and never did, exist!
I find the concept of sin to be antithetical to my own psycho/spiritual makeup. To me, to be 'sinful' and thinking for any justification of a Precious Life's Moment that I am in any way 'spiritually inferior' due to some 'mistake' someone else made years ago, is--bringing along with it--a complete hegemony of allusions, lore, and fantasies that, if/when implemented, cause nothing but the viewpoint that I 'must needs consider myself an object of pain, suffering, reproach, slothfulness, and utterly irredeemable!'
I have but one thing to say to the foregoing: STIFLE THAT NONSENSE!
No human being is sinful. If sin is defined as 'incorrect action,' fine. However, the term 'sin' is usually applied to religious elements, and not merely used in the above view, in my own personal experience.
That is, to be 'sinful' is to be, as the Bible says, 'separated from God.' Horse feathers! How can I, as a human being, be separated from someone who is purported to be my Creator? How can I, as a living, breathing, learning, Loving, caring, other-respecting human entity even consider such concepts?
Have you ever had an out-of-body experience, Mr. Whaley? I've seen what my etheric body looks like. I've floated in my own room! I understand the 'Inherent Nature' of my Very Being, sir! I don't purport to understand the underlying mechanics, but I tell you that I have a pretty good idea that "I'm More Than My Physical Body," thank you very much!
Let's tackle another quote. I'll get back to the 'non physical, psycho/spiritual element of this discussion later.
Quote: "Majority doesn't create truth, though it can create law. I thank God for creating a nation where we are free to talk and debate and speak freely, but ultimately the fact that you reject God and what He says, no matter how "logical" or popular your opinion may be, is where your argument lies. "
The majority isn't always right. It may get laws passed, but there were laws segregating blacks from whites in the 'deep south' years ago. Look what happened to them. They were beaten, denied the right to keep arms, bullied, lynched, and killed. Still, this was 'law' up until the late sixties. And ol' Martin Luther got his head blown off for his trouble! Whatta Country!
Homosexuals are going through a similar situation in society--at least in those places not recognizing gay marriage. However, it has a more evil face to it: gay people are being discriminated against, relative to their being able to be with their loved ones at their deathbed and funerals! You watched my link, I assume. What kind of people were those folks of Tom's in Indiana that they had to react so belligerently? I mean, the guy's own father threatened him with a gun and physically attacked him, for pete's sake!
That isn't tolerance. That is unbridled hatred for an otherwise bright, alive young man! Until he fell from the building! Then his partner's mother--may she find no joy in mudville--came all the way out to California, playing upon her dead son's lover's emotions, essentially utilizing his downtrodden emotional state to effectively efface her son's partner from having anything to do with the funeral. Gads! She even took all of her son's personal belongings, and, due to his grief, Shane allowed that to happen!
I see a lot of problems with both people here, both the parents of the deceased, and the deceased's partner. Basically, one used someone emotionally, and the other had no emotive control and became her co-dependent enabler. That's just ugly, for it shows people in their worst state-of-mind: lack of controlling one's own momentum through life.
This is what I mean by saying that I am emotively conservative. The fact is, if it were me, she would've had a restraining order from the local prosecutor's office hand-delivered to her door, especially after having threats made by her husband.
My decision wouldn't even have had much emotion in it, save for being on the defensive a bit. The decision would have been made within a day!
How disrespectful for Shane's and Tom's feelings and lifestyle. Their son found love, just 'not the right kind?' And also to suggest that he needed 'medical help?' As if you can 'un-gay' a person. And please, I'm already familiar with so-called 'reparative' therapy, in spades! I tell you, I'm not in the least NARTHcissistic! No, not at all :-P. ...Okay, to continue...
Quote: "I'm sad that you are buying into the false notion of moral equivalency for all lifestyles but clearly you have and I don't know how to convince you otherwise so long as you can't accept that the only possible true source of truth comes from a higher and unchangeable source."
Moral equivalency for all lifestyles is fine with me. Let me be specific here, so there is no misunderstanding of my views: I promote moral equivalency for any lifestyle that promotes Love, the fostering of understanding between sentient beings (self-aware folk, in other words, those who are capable of making their own decisions and are aware of themselves making them), and anyone who wants to promote the element of 'familiy.' (Granted, my definition of family may be different than yours.)
I promote moral equivalency among people of all creeds, colors, nationalities (really political constructs, nothing more; we all live on one planetary biosphere, you see!), and I really don't care where on Earth you're from. (Don't care what planet, either, so long as your biomass is compatible with mine, I welcome you to our world! Mr. Whaley, if you were to understand God, perhaps you might try to envision yourself as such. You don't have to be ridiculous, just be understanding and be willing to 'think like a Creator might think.' Who knows? God might even smile at you from within, giving you 'that warm feeling.'. ;-])
As for 'unchangeable sources,' again I have to remind you that the current Bible you're holding in your hand has, indeed, changed over time. The book simply isn't for non-bronze-age people, and last I checked, that era went out with the bathwater years ago.
You feel you need a modern 'bible?' Try Cosmos, by Carl Sagan. Read a physics journal. Go to a poor part of America and build orphanages and homeless shelters. Plant crops for a summer. Go on a motorcycle journey for a year, chronicling all the different people you meet. Want to learn about possible spiritual life and how it interacts with a physical body? Try a week at The Monroe Institute in Faber, Virginia! Been there myself, back in October of 2004.
Do what Jesus Taught! Stop gay bashing and Start To Live! Hanging on to outdated, outmoded methodologies of thought is what is killing advancement in academia, especially the social sciences. Social! That's what this is about: being sociable to others who are different than yourself; promoting moral equivalency for my neighbor, as I do so for myself. Hmm...wonder where I remember reading that? ;-)
As for ' truth coming from higher, unchangeable sources,' that is one way to get it. I can easily accept truth from a changeable source, as well. It depends on the the 'truth.' Truth...Is...Relative.
Now, some things held to be true are pretty dependable. Gravity, for one. Arbitrary, gravity is, unless you are in an airplane or helicopter. However, it's effect is still there. I would consider gravity to be true, but gravity can come through nature or it can be artificially generated. Two sources, both true. Hmmm...
Quote: " The wisdom of the world is but foolishness to God. Personally, I'd rather trust the one who created the universe over any human every time, no matter how unpopular that makes me."
How do you know? 'Because the Bible says so?' As an experiment in thought, think like God for a moment. Wisdom is foolishness? George Orwell had his 'freedom means slavery' in 1984. To me, that statement implodes on itself. How can the world exist in foolishness if God created it?
Perhaps you're referring to the planetary inhabitants known as humans? That's quite possibly it, I gather.
Isn't it also a tenet of Christianity to learn everything one can about one's Creator? To understand one's own existence, empirically, directly, Knowing, not 'merely believing?' To me, that is the crux of anyone's delving into the Mysteries of the Universe. Where, in fact, 'do we come from?'
Mr. Whaley, Consciousness is the key, I believe, for the answer to this conundrum. No old moldy book (oh, sorry, I mean that nice leather volume you just bought from Barnes and Noble) can substitute for 'Direct, Personal Experience.' When you've experienced consciousness expansion, one is imparted with a--call it 'A Degree of "KNOWING."
I'll concur with you regarding one element of something I would term, 'absolute,' although I think the term 'personally empirical' is a better moniker for the describing of the experience.
I had a 'communicative experience' once, just after I'd fallen asleep. This was different from a standard dream state. I was extremely relaxed, close to 'dead weight' in my bed, and was physically exhausted. I was researching out-of-body consciousness full-bore back then, and wanted to try an experiment. So I did. (Note: the 'tiredness' wasn't related to any type of spiritual work, I had just had a long day.)
I cleared my mind of mental detritus, breathed deeply a few times, then put out the request that "if there is any legitimate source, that being for my higher good, that feels a need to communicate with me tonight, this is the time to do so. I am surrounded and protected, and do not allow negative or non-essential information to pass." Or something like that, it's been a long time.
Not soon after, I was out like a light. The thing is, I was also awake, mentally. Before me was a still-life type 'picture' of me, kneeling on a wood floor. To my right, there was a Christmas Tree, with gifts underneath it. Those to the immediate right of tree were not open, some towards the middle were partially open, and some to the left--especially those around and near me--were already open.
The answer came very directly, in a manner I can only call 'Direct Understanding.' I said to myself, "Oh, I see what this means. Some gifts (of the spirit and mind, inherent ability, physical capabilities, etc.) aren't ready to be opened yet, some are in the process of being opened, (unfolding abilities, etc.), and still others are already opened. (Maybe being able to process a checkbook balance, what-have-you, the ability to deal with general life issues, etc.)
The scene then shifted, like a slide show or PowerPoint presentation, to the left.
Above my head in the first 'slide,' there was a picture of an evergreen tree. This next 'slide' was a close-up of that tree. Upon that tree, I was drawn towards the noticing of two things: The trunk and little things that were moving along that trunk, much like looking down on cars from a jet liner.
I noticed that the top-most part of the trunk--where it went into the top of the evergreen--was really bent. The movement represented working energy, I assumed, of consciousness, or just 'living the life.' The thought immediately came to me: "Oh, I see, 'some alignment is needed.'"
That was the end of the experience.
So, what did I experience? Myself, I know it to be an empirical (to me), absolutely accurate communication with my inner mind. Essentially, it was "me, communicating with higher consciousness." There was no 'evil' involved. I know evil. I've had it directed at me where it was palpable. Happened to me my senior year in high school, but that's another story.
I am quite Aware, as it were, about my spiritual life. To me, human beings are two-fold: IE, we have both a physical, and non-physical existence, all going on at the same time. The brain acts as a transducer, combining the two forms, making interaction possible. Making UNDERSTANDING possible. Making LEARNING possible.
This, Mr. Whaley, can not be had from the Bible. It's too direct! Consider what Jesus said about 'going into your prayer closet when you pray.' What did that mean exactly? Going within? What else could it mean, sir? Please consider this.
A bit more on this subject, then I shall retire for the night. I'm getting a bit lightheaded typing this, but I wanted to give you a fair and equitable response.
Again, I find that our existence incorporates a variety of elements, meaning parts. The physical has the usual arrangement of limbs, brain, torso, legs, feet, and the like, depending on the animal. Humans are considered, biologically, part of the animal-mammalian kingdom, so I won't go into detail on that here. It's not germain to the theory, anyway. What is germain, however, is what exists *within* the human being, and what is going on at any given time.
You want to understand why you're not separated from anything? Because, if you were, you'd fizzle out and not be able to be around anymore, that's why! Ever hear of the 'silver cord?' It's a metaphor for a metaphysical connection to the information center of the Universe. Take it or leave it, it's just like computer networks, Mr. Whaley! And we're 'all connected to the Galactic Internet!'
We're constantly sending...call them 'Signals of Experience'..., and, using your vernacular, 'back to God,' where he/she/it/etc. is assimilating (though not like the Borg, mind you) data, learning as we learn, growing as we grow, Knowing More as soon as we Know More. Know more from the Direct Experience of Learning.
Now, what binds all this mess together? Love. It's not just an emotion, it's like glue, binding each one to another, keeping things from spinning apart. Ever try to keep a thought together? Tell me this: What is easier to remember, a thought made of hate, or one of Love?
To me, the answer's rhetorical. To you, I hope it's obvious.
Much Love, Light, Peace, Joy, Experience of Mystery, and Bewilderment at the Glory of It All, Mr Whaley.
Or, to coin a phrase, "God Bless You and Yours! Amen!"
----SOME GENERAL MUSINGS----
Moral Absolutism...may be defined as..."the ethical belief that there are absolute standards against which moral questions can be judged, and that certain actions are right or wrong, regardless of the context of the act. Thus, actions are inherently moral or immoral, regardless of the beliefs and goals of the individual, society or culture that engages in the actions. It holds that morals are inherent in the laws of the universe, the nature of humanity, the will of God or some other fundamental source.
It is the opposite of Moral Relativism, the position that moral propositions do not reflect objective and/or universal moral truths, but instead make claims relative to social, cultural, historical or personal circumstances. It is related to, but not the same as, Moral Realism (the position that certain acts are objectively right or wrong, independent of human opinion), and to Moral Universalism (the position that there is a universal ethic which applies to all people, regardless of culture, race, sex, religion, nationality, sexuality or other distinguishing feature)."
Source: Mastin, L. (2008). Moral Absolutism - By Branch / Doctrine - The Basics of Philosophy. Retrieved May 11, 2012, from http://www.philosophybasics.com/branch_moral_absolutism.html
Response: I do not favor this view. To me, to ascribe that there are absolutes in Nature simply defies logic. Nature is forever changing, even creating mutations to alleviate suffering in a particular environment over time, making it easier to live in said environment.
The Universe-at-large (ala Hubble) is shown to be churning forth stars at galactic centers and inside of nebulae. Absolute? Change is all around us, nothing is static. This may be oversimplifying the matter, but I think it properly reflects my views. How can there be moral absolutes in a constantly changing environment? Even the Bible has gone through revisions and re-translations.
If you're going to use the Bible as a reference, please do so as a scholar would. Learn the original languages, consult with top scholars in the field, and learn it! There are more quandaries than absolutes in languages and how they change from generation to generation.
How I treat others is not determined by any kind of absolute law or rule, either. Essentially, I treat people kindly. If they don't treat me the same way, at first, perhaps they had a bad day. If later, the matter is the same, I just don't talk with them.
How I respond depends upon the situation. If I'm physically attacked, I protect myself. Same as anybody else would. If I'm threatened by anyone, I respond in kind, making it clear that consequences will ensue if the threat is not immediately removed. I make my decisions to act based on the relative position I am within a given context. Sometimes it isn't good to defend, until one has the upper hand. That is a relativistic position, not an absolute one.
Etc.
Moral Relativism: "Moral Relativism (or Ethical Relativism) is the position that moral or ethical propositions do not reflect objective and/or universal moral truths, but instead make claims relative to social, cultural, historical or personal circumstances. It does not deny outright the truth-value or justification of moral statements (as some forms of Moral Anti-Realism do), but affirms relative forms of them. It may be described by the common aphorism: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”.
Moral Relativists point out that humans are not omniscient, and history is replete with examples of individuals and societies acting in the name of an infallible truth later demonstrated to be more than fallible, so we should be very wary of basing important ethical decisions on a supposed absolute claim. Absolutes also tend to inhibit experimentation and foreclose possible fields of inquiry which might lead to progress in many fields, as well as stifling the human spirit and quest for meaning. In addition, the short term proves itself vastly superior in the ethical decision-making process than the relatively unknown long-term.
Relativistic positions may specifically see moral values as applicable only within certain cultural boundaries (Cultural Relativism) or in the context of individual preferences (Ethical Subjectivism). A related but slightly different concept is that of Moral Pluralism (or Value Pluralism), the idea that there are several values which may be equally correct and fundamental, and yet in conflict with each other (e.g. the moral life of a nun is incompatible with that of a mother, yet there is no purely rational measure of which is preferable)."
Source: Mastin, L. (2008). Moral Relativism - By Branch / Doctrine - The Basics of Philosophy. Retrieved May 11, 2012, from http://www.philosophybasics.com/branch_moral_relativism.html
Response: See Above.
For a definition of Marriage, I offer the following:
mar·riage
noun
1.
a. the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc. Antonyms: separation.
b. a similar institution involving partners of the same gender: gay marriage. Antonyms: separation.
3. the legal or religious ceremony that formalizes the decision of two people to live as a married couple, including the accompanying social festivities: to officiate at a marriage. Synonyms: nuptials, marriage ceremony, wedding. Antonyms: divorce, annulment.
To me, this is all marriage is, a joining of two people who love each other, who want to live together in a manner in which their society recognizes their legitimacy as a couple, and confers upon them essential legal rights. In the crucial manner of understanding presented here, this is meant to mean that homosexual couples be afforded the same rights and privileges as heterosexual couples:
One, that they are allowed to "marry" and have that union called "marriage" and nothing else.
Two, that they are afforded the exact same legal rights that heterosexual couples receive.
So tell me, Mr. Whaley, what is wrong with this? Are you to tell me that "the God of the Hebrews" is dictating how my life is to unfold? Let's see...I'm not Hebrew. Don't speak a word of it. Nor Aramaic. Nor Arabic. My ancestors aren't even from that part of the world. I'm of Northern European stock with a smattering of Cherokee thrown into the mix.
To say that a Hebrew Bible represents any aspect of my ancestral history is simply ludicrous! I'm not of any aspect or creed of the Jewish faith. However, neither am Christian, nor Muslim. I was raised in the Episcopal church growing up, so I certainly have some exposure to Christianity. I've also attended, in my younger days, the Evangelical Free Church, Four Square Church, Society of Friends/Quakers, and Seventh Day Adventists.
I survived my "Independent Bible-Belt Baptist Church Experience" Relatively Unscathed! I mean this only semi-literally. That particular church was as "hellfire and brimstone" as one could get. Thankfully, I only lasted six months, as did my then-girlfriend. Even she got sick of it.
Now I 'know better.' ;-)
----Finis----
I respectfully submit these responses for your perusal, refusal, understanding, misunderstanding, handling, mishandling, or any other such element of use or abuse. The choice is left distinctly up to you.
Now, to begin...
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Quote: "Mr. Brown, I find your arguments, while presented well, to be legalistic and built upon the acceptance of some things as "fact". "
Mr. Whaley: Thank you for saying I was well-presented. Might I also extend the courtesy.
Relating to some of my views being 'legalistic,' perhaps so. However, as I see it, no more so than anything modern Christianity pro ponders, which may also be considered as a form of legalism.
Quote: "Homosexuality is NOT equal or equivalent to marriage. It cannot be no matter how many people think it is."
I would tend to agree with this statement. Marriage is not equal or equivalent to homosexuality in any way; this is due to the fact that homosexuality is not marriage; it is, instead, a Sexual Orientation, one in which two people of the same gender are attracted to one another, primarily sexually, but also emotionally and spiritually (or non-physically, which I'll expound upon toward the end of this response to you.)
Quote: " It is clear that you are hostile to the notion of absolute truth, and that since Biblical truth represents an absolute moral base, then you aren't in a position to understand the issue from my side."
So, tell me. Are you saying because I'm not Christian that I can't possibly understand your side of things? Admittedly, I'm not Christian, I follow no specific religious code or belief system.
I find Christianity's so-called 'absolute truth' quite hostile to my own personal psycho/spiritual makeup; in fact, I find it reprehensible! This is because I do not define my fellow sentient beings as 'sinful.' To me, sin just doesn't, and never did, exist!
I find the concept of sin to be antithetical to my own psycho/spiritual makeup. To me, to be 'sinful' and thinking for any justification of a Precious Life's Moment that I am in any way 'spiritually inferior' due to some 'mistake' someone else made years ago, is--bringing along with it--a complete hegemony of allusions, lore, and fantasies that, if/when implemented, cause nothing but the viewpoint that I 'must needs consider myself an object of pain, suffering, reproach, slothfulness, and utterly irredeemable!'
I have but one thing to say to the foregoing: STIFLE THAT NONSENSE!
No human being is sinful. If sin is defined as 'incorrect action,' fine. However, the term 'sin' is usually applied to religious elements, and not merely used in the above view, in my own personal experience.
That is, to be 'sinful' is to be, as the Bible says, 'separated from God.' Horse feathers! How can I, as a human being, be separated from someone who is purported to be my Creator? How can I, as a living, breathing, learning, Loving, caring, other-respecting human entity even consider such concepts?
Have you ever had an out-of-body experience, Mr. Whaley? I've seen what my etheric body looks like. I've floated in my own room! I understand the 'Inherent Nature' of my Very Being, sir! I don't purport to understand the underlying mechanics, but I tell you that I have a pretty good idea that "I'm More Than My Physical Body," thank you very much!
Let's tackle another quote. I'll get back to the 'non physical, psycho/spiritual element of this discussion later.
Quote: "Majority doesn't create truth, though it can create law. I thank God for creating a nation where we are free to talk and debate and speak freely, but ultimately the fact that you reject God and what He says, no matter how "logical" or popular your opinion may be, is where your argument lies. "
The majority isn't always right. It may get laws passed, but there were laws segregating blacks from whites in the 'deep south' years ago. Look what happened to them. They were beaten, denied the right to keep arms, bullied, lynched, and killed. Still, this was 'law' up until the late sixties. And ol' Martin Luther got his head blown off for his trouble! Whatta Country!
Homosexuals are going through a similar situation in society--at least in those places not recognizing gay marriage. However, it has a more evil face to it: gay people are being discriminated against, relative to their being able to be with their loved ones at their deathbed and funerals! You watched my link, I assume. What kind of people were those folks of Tom's in Indiana that they had to react so belligerently? I mean, the guy's own father threatened him with a gun and physically attacked him, for pete's sake!
That isn't tolerance. That is unbridled hatred for an otherwise bright, alive young man! Until he fell from the building! Then his partner's mother--may she find no joy in mudville--came all the way out to California, playing upon her dead son's lover's emotions, essentially utilizing his downtrodden emotional state to effectively efface her son's partner from having anything to do with the funeral. Gads! She even took all of her son's personal belongings, and, due to his grief, Shane allowed that to happen!
I see a lot of problems with both people here, both the parents of the deceased, and the deceased's partner. Basically, one used someone emotionally, and the other had no emotive control and became her co-dependent enabler. That's just ugly, for it shows people in their worst state-of-mind: lack of controlling one's own momentum through life.
This is what I mean by saying that I am emotively conservative. The fact is, if it were me, she would've had a restraining order from the local prosecutor's office hand-delivered to her door, especially after having threats made by her husband.
My decision wouldn't even have had much emotion in it, save for being on the defensive a bit. The decision would have been made within a day!
How disrespectful for Shane's and Tom's feelings and lifestyle. Their son found love, just 'not the right kind?' And also to suggest that he needed 'medical help?' As if you can 'un-gay' a person. And please, I'm already familiar with so-called 'reparative' therapy, in spades! I tell you, I'm not in the least NARTHcissistic! No, not at all :-P. ...Okay, to continue...
Quote: "I'm sad that you are buying into the false notion of moral equivalency for all lifestyles but clearly you have and I don't know how to convince you otherwise so long as you can't accept that the only possible true source of truth comes from a higher and unchangeable source."
Moral equivalency for all lifestyles is fine with me. Let me be specific here, so there is no misunderstanding of my views: I promote moral equivalency for any lifestyle that promotes Love, the fostering of understanding between sentient beings (self-aware folk, in other words, those who are capable of making their own decisions and are aware of themselves making them), and anyone who wants to promote the element of 'familiy.' (Granted, my definition of family may be different than yours.)
I promote moral equivalency among people of all creeds, colors, nationalities (really political constructs, nothing more; we all live on one planetary biosphere, you see!), and I really don't care where on Earth you're from. (Don't care what planet, either, so long as your biomass is compatible with mine, I welcome you to our world! Mr. Whaley, if you were to understand God, perhaps you might try to envision yourself as such. You don't have to be ridiculous, just be understanding and be willing to 'think like a Creator might think.' Who knows? God might even smile at you from within, giving you 'that warm feeling.'. ;-])
As for 'unchangeable sources,' again I have to remind you that the current Bible you're holding in your hand has, indeed, changed over time. The book simply isn't for non-bronze-age people, and last I checked, that era went out with the bathwater years ago.
You feel you need a modern 'bible?' Try Cosmos, by Carl Sagan. Read a physics journal. Go to a poor part of America and build orphanages and homeless shelters. Plant crops for a summer. Go on a motorcycle journey for a year, chronicling all the different people you meet. Want to learn about possible spiritual life and how it interacts with a physical body? Try a week at The Monroe Institute in Faber, Virginia! Been there myself, back in October of 2004.
Do what Jesus Taught! Stop gay bashing and Start To Live! Hanging on to outdated, outmoded methodologies of thought is what is killing advancement in academia, especially the social sciences. Social! That's what this is about: being sociable to others who are different than yourself; promoting moral equivalency for my neighbor, as I do so for myself. Hmm...wonder where I remember reading that? ;-)
As for ' truth coming from higher, unchangeable sources,' that is one way to get it. I can easily accept truth from a changeable source, as well. It depends on the the 'truth.' Truth...Is...Relative.
Now, some things held to be true are pretty dependable. Gravity, for one. Arbitrary, gravity is, unless you are in an airplane or helicopter. However, it's effect is still there. I would consider gravity to be true, but gravity can come through nature or it can be artificially generated. Two sources, both true. Hmmm...
Quote: " The wisdom of the world is but foolishness to God. Personally, I'd rather trust the one who created the universe over any human every time, no matter how unpopular that makes me."
How do you know? 'Because the Bible says so?' As an experiment in thought, think like God for a moment. Wisdom is foolishness? George Orwell had his 'freedom means slavery' in 1984. To me, that statement implodes on itself. How can the world exist in foolishness if God created it?
Perhaps you're referring to the planetary inhabitants known as humans? That's quite possibly it, I gather.
Isn't it also a tenet of Christianity to learn everything one can about one's Creator? To understand one's own existence, empirically, directly, Knowing, not 'merely believing?' To me, that is the crux of anyone's delving into the Mysteries of the Universe. Where, in fact, 'do we come from?'
Mr. Whaley, Consciousness is the key, I believe, for the answer to this conundrum. No old moldy book (oh, sorry, I mean that nice leather volume you just bought from Barnes and Noble) can substitute for 'Direct, Personal Experience.' When you've experienced consciousness expansion, one is imparted with a--call it 'A Degree of "KNOWING."
I'll concur with you regarding one element of something I would term, 'absolute,' although I think the term 'personally empirical' is a better moniker for the describing of the experience.
I had a 'communicative experience' once, just after I'd fallen asleep. This was different from a standard dream state. I was extremely relaxed, close to 'dead weight' in my bed, and was physically exhausted. I was researching out-of-body consciousness full-bore back then, and wanted to try an experiment. So I did. (Note: the 'tiredness' wasn't related to any type of spiritual work, I had just had a long day.)
I cleared my mind of mental detritus, breathed deeply a few times, then put out the request that "if there is any legitimate source, that being for my higher good, that feels a need to communicate with me tonight, this is the time to do so. I am surrounded and protected, and do not allow negative or non-essential information to pass." Or something like that, it's been a long time.
Not soon after, I was out like a light. The thing is, I was also awake, mentally. Before me was a still-life type 'picture' of me, kneeling on a wood floor. To my right, there was a Christmas Tree, with gifts underneath it. Those to the immediate right of tree were not open, some towards the middle were partially open, and some to the left--especially those around and near me--were already open.
The answer came very directly, in a manner I can only call 'Direct Understanding.' I said to myself, "Oh, I see what this means. Some gifts (of the spirit and mind, inherent ability, physical capabilities, etc.) aren't ready to be opened yet, some are in the process of being opened, (unfolding abilities, etc.), and still others are already opened. (Maybe being able to process a checkbook balance, what-have-you, the ability to deal with general life issues, etc.)
The scene then shifted, like a slide show or PowerPoint presentation, to the left.
Above my head in the first 'slide,' there was a picture of an evergreen tree. This next 'slide' was a close-up of that tree. Upon that tree, I was drawn towards the noticing of two things: The trunk and little things that were moving along that trunk, much like looking down on cars from a jet liner.
I noticed that the top-most part of the trunk--where it went into the top of the evergreen--was really bent. The movement represented working energy, I assumed, of consciousness, or just 'living the life.' The thought immediately came to me: "Oh, I see, 'some alignment is needed.'"
That was the end of the experience.
So, what did I experience? Myself, I know it to be an empirical (to me), absolutely accurate communication with my inner mind. Essentially, it was "me, communicating with higher consciousness." There was no 'evil' involved. I know evil. I've had it directed at me where it was palpable. Happened to me my senior year in high school, but that's another story.
I am quite Aware, as it were, about my spiritual life. To me, human beings are two-fold: IE, we have both a physical, and non-physical existence, all going on at the same time. The brain acts as a transducer, combining the two forms, making interaction possible. Making UNDERSTANDING possible. Making LEARNING possible.
This, Mr. Whaley, can not be had from the Bible. It's too direct! Consider what Jesus said about 'going into your prayer closet when you pray.' What did that mean exactly? Going within? What else could it mean, sir? Please consider this.
A bit more on this subject, then I shall retire for the night. I'm getting a bit lightheaded typing this, but I wanted to give you a fair and equitable response.
Again, I find that our existence incorporates a variety of elements, meaning parts. The physical has the usual arrangement of limbs, brain, torso, legs, feet, and the like, depending on the animal. Humans are considered, biologically, part of the animal-mammalian kingdom, so I won't go into detail on that here. It's not germain to the theory, anyway. What is germain, however, is what exists *within* the human being, and what is going on at any given time.
You want to understand why you're not separated from anything? Because, if you were, you'd fizzle out and not be able to be around anymore, that's why! Ever hear of the 'silver cord?' It's a metaphor for a metaphysical connection to the information center of the Universe. Take it or leave it, it's just like computer networks, Mr. Whaley! And we're 'all connected to the Galactic Internet!'
We're constantly sending...call them 'Signals of Experience'..., and, using your vernacular, 'back to God,' where he/she/it/etc. is assimilating (though not like the Borg, mind you) data, learning as we learn, growing as we grow, Knowing More as soon as we Know More. Know more from the Direct Experience of Learning.
Now, what binds all this mess together? Love. It's not just an emotion, it's like glue, binding each one to another, keeping things from spinning apart. Ever try to keep a thought together? Tell me this: What is easier to remember, a thought made of hate, or one of Love?
To me, the answer's rhetorical. To you, I hope it's obvious.
Much Love, Light, Peace, Joy, Experience of Mystery, and Bewilderment at the Glory of It All, Mr Whaley.
Or, to coin a phrase, "God Bless You and Yours! Amen!"
----SOME GENERAL MUSINGS----
Moral Absolutism...may be defined as..."the ethical belief that there are absolute standards against which moral questions can be judged, and that certain actions are right or wrong, regardless of the context of the act. Thus, actions are inherently moral or immoral, regardless of the beliefs and goals of the individual, society or culture that engages in the actions. It holds that morals are inherent in the laws of the universe, the nature of humanity, the will of God or some other fundamental source.
It is the opposite of Moral Relativism, the position that moral propositions do not reflect objective and/or universal moral truths, but instead make claims relative to social, cultural, historical or personal circumstances. It is related to, but not the same as, Moral Realism (the position that certain acts are objectively right or wrong, independent of human opinion), and to Moral Universalism (the position that there is a universal ethic which applies to all people, regardless of culture, race, sex, religion, nationality, sexuality or other distinguishing feature)."
Source: Mastin, L. (2008). Moral Absolutism - By Branch / Doctrine - The Basics of Philosophy. Retrieved May 11, 2012, from http://www.philosophybasics.com/branch_moral_absolutism.html
Response: I do not favor this view. To me, to ascribe that there are absolutes in Nature simply defies logic. Nature is forever changing, even creating mutations to alleviate suffering in a particular environment over time, making it easier to live in said environment.
The Universe-at-large (ala Hubble) is shown to be churning forth stars at galactic centers and inside of nebulae. Absolute? Change is all around us, nothing is static. This may be oversimplifying the matter, but I think it properly reflects my views. How can there be moral absolutes in a constantly changing environment? Even the Bible has gone through revisions and re-translations.
If you're going to use the Bible as a reference, please do so as a scholar would. Learn the original languages, consult with top scholars in the field, and learn it! There are more quandaries than absolutes in languages and how they change from generation to generation.
How I treat others is not determined by any kind of absolute law or rule, either. Essentially, I treat people kindly. If they don't treat me the same way, at first, perhaps they had a bad day. If later, the matter is the same, I just don't talk with them.
How I respond depends upon the situation. If I'm physically attacked, I protect myself. Same as anybody else would. If I'm threatened by anyone, I respond in kind, making it clear that consequences will ensue if the threat is not immediately removed. I make my decisions to act based on the relative position I am within a given context. Sometimes it isn't good to defend, until one has the upper hand. That is a relativistic position, not an absolute one.
Etc.
Moral Relativism: "Moral Relativism (or Ethical Relativism) is the position that moral or ethical propositions do not reflect objective and/or universal moral truths, but instead make claims relative to social, cultural, historical or personal circumstances. It does not deny outright the truth-value or justification of moral statements (as some forms of Moral Anti-Realism do), but affirms relative forms of them. It may be described by the common aphorism: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”.
Moral Relativists point out that humans are not omniscient, and history is replete with examples of individuals and societies acting in the name of an infallible truth later demonstrated to be more than fallible, so we should be very wary of basing important ethical decisions on a supposed absolute claim. Absolutes also tend to inhibit experimentation and foreclose possible fields of inquiry which might lead to progress in many fields, as well as stifling the human spirit and quest for meaning. In addition, the short term proves itself vastly superior in the ethical decision-making process than the relatively unknown long-term.
Relativistic positions may specifically see moral values as applicable only within certain cultural boundaries (Cultural Relativism) or in the context of individual preferences (Ethical Subjectivism). A related but slightly different concept is that of Moral Pluralism (or Value Pluralism), the idea that there are several values which may be equally correct and fundamental, and yet in conflict with each other (e.g. the moral life of a nun is incompatible with that of a mother, yet there is no purely rational measure of which is preferable)."
Source: Mastin, L. (2008). Moral Relativism - By Branch / Doctrine - The Basics of Philosophy. Retrieved May 11, 2012, from http://www.philosophybasics.com/branch_moral_relativism.html
Response: See Above.
For a definition of Marriage, I offer the following:
mar·riage
noun
1.
a. the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc. Antonyms: separation.
b. a similar institution involving partners of the same gender: gay marriage. Antonyms: separation.
3. the legal or religious ceremony that formalizes the decision of two people to live as a married couple, including the accompanying social festivities: to officiate at a marriage. Synonyms: nuptials, marriage ceremony, wedding. Antonyms: divorce, annulment.
Source: the definition of marriage. (n.d.). Dictionary.com. Retrieved May 11, 2012, from http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/marriage?s=t
To me, this is all marriage is, a joining of two people who love each other, who want to live together in a manner in which their society recognizes their legitimacy as a couple, and confers upon them essential legal rights. In the crucial manner of understanding presented here, this is meant to mean that homosexual couples be afforded the same rights and privileges as heterosexual couples:
One, that they are allowed to "marry" and have that union called "marriage" and nothing else.
Two, that they are afforded the exact same legal rights that heterosexual couples receive.
So tell me, Mr. Whaley, what is wrong with this? Are you to tell me that "the God of the Hebrews" is dictating how my life is to unfold? Let's see...I'm not Hebrew. Don't speak a word of it. Nor Aramaic. Nor Arabic. My ancestors aren't even from that part of the world. I'm of Northern European stock with a smattering of Cherokee thrown into the mix.
To say that a Hebrew Bible represents any aspect of my ancestral history is simply ludicrous! I'm not of any aspect or creed of the Jewish faith. However, neither am Christian, nor Muslim. I was raised in the Episcopal church growing up, so I certainly have some exposure to Christianity. I've also attended, in my younger days, the Evangelical Free Church, Four Square Church, Society of Friends/Quakers, and Seventh Day Adventists.
I survived my "Independent Bible-Belt Baptist Church Experience" Relatively Unscathed! I mean this only semi-literally. That particular church was as "hellfire and brimstone" as one could get. Thankfully, I only lasted six months, as did my then-girlfriend. Even she got sick of it.
Now I 'know better.' ;-)
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Wednesday, May 09, 2012
To Shane: A Two-Fold Response with A Personal Story
To Shane: A Two-Fold Reponse (Forum Response from Huffington Post & YouTube)
LEGISLATIVE AND LEGAL
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1. The so-called "Defense of Marriage Act" should be litigated to the U.S Supreme Court, where, hopefully, it can be negated, being found unconstitutional.
2. Federal Anti-Discrimination Law: This should be revised to include the rights of those living under the auspices of Domestic Partnerships, and language inserted to provide same-sex partners the same rights--all 1000 of the missing ones, as well--as opposite-sex partners.
3. Same-sex couples--on an individual level--need to "get tough" with themselves, and not become emotionally bereaved if their families do not find favor with their orientation. I think this sums it up best: "One Must Be Strong Within One's Self!"
No one is ever 'looking out from behind another's eyes' at any given time. The only eyes we have with which to see are the ones that we are looking out from behind at the present moment.
PERSONAL
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A Short Story of My Own
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I once made a decision that has affected me for a long time, but I am better off for it. It had to do with a stupid argument with my brother-in-law, on the eve of my father's funeral. He had just passed away from a congenital brain disorder, and I had traveled 65 miles to my hometown, where my sister's family had been living--in the family house--and had been taking care of him up to the time he had to go to the convalescent home, where he eventually died. I had made trips to see him in the home, and just had a bit of bad luck to be in my own locality when I got the bad news.
I had to make a trip to get some money--family money--and was on my way when I got the call that "you've got to go home right away." This was from the family's estate manager who lived about two hours to the north of my then-locality; again, this was a prelude to inheritance funds, dispersed months after my father's passing. This wasn't a 'grab for money,' but was an agreed-upon amount--$1000.00--that both my sister and myself were being allowed, prior to estate settlement. This had been agreed upon weeks before.
Let me outline this: I was living on an $800 a month stipend from my family's estate. My rent was $600, all utilities paid. I had $200 net per month to live on. With gasoline, it went fast, let me tell you. I was dependent on this money, being out of work at the time. I had $20 in my pocket, and needed the $1,000.00. I needed it to be able to secure a hotel in my hometown, and deal with the weekend's doings as eldest representative of my family's children, *away from my sister's family and friends* for the sake of my own sanity.
So I finished my journey to the town where the estate manager was, got the money, and then headed back along a back route--giving me time alone to think. I had asked if the manager could drop it off in my hometown, but he had his own family and couldn't do it just then. As it was a Friday, I had no choice but to go up there and get it. The gas issue was the deciding factor, at any rate, as $20 wouldn't have lasted very long. I asked him not to think less of me, but informed him about the criticality of my situation, and went ahead and got the money. He left it for me at a teller window, where I signed for it and picked it up.
So I drove. I took a long time to get to my hometown. My father had just died. I wanted to think about that for a while. I was emotionally numb, and just 'wanted to drive,' as that was how I often de-stressed back then when life threw it's various curveballs at me, and gas was cheaper. When I finally arrived, it was late-afternoon, probably around four o'clock or so.
Now when I arrive at a family gathering, I expect to be treated civilly at the very least. I don't tolerate teenager-level mentalities to be present in adults, unless I'm in their own home as a guest, where I am equally civil in being silent. However, considering my own family, I expect a bit more alacrity in acceptance and consideration. I don't care what anyone does with their own spare time, but our father had just passed on, and I expected, at least, a little decorum on the parts of my sister and brother-in-law.
Alas, this wasn't to be. When I arrived, everyone was in a pissy-hissy fit of an attitude. It was so thick, it was palpable; a veritable plethora of emotional detritus hung in the air! I wondered to myself how long each adult in the house had been fuming over my 'monetary decision,' before they finally stopped fuming over it, and tried to get back to the business at hand, but keeping their anger "on the sidelines, ready to go," when I arrived. I greeted everyone congenially, expressing my concern for our father and asking about the kids, etc., how they were taking it 'at the loss of Grandpa,' and such. All the things one normally does in that kind of situation, at least, the ones I grew up with. (Please understand that I am not so vain to think that they wasn't a lot on their minds, outside of my own situation. It's just that I ended up being the brunt, as had happened in past years, so my assessment of the situation remains, as is, based on after-the-fact occurrences which will soon come to light.)
I could feel the tension the most in the kitchen--where one of my brother-in-law's friends--evidently visiting from his old hometown downstate-- was in attendance. Imagine, if you will, a guy with greasy, stringly hair, dirty clothes, a somewhat offensive odor, and narrow eyes that seemed to glance sideways at you, then you'll have an idea of this guy. A 'real winner,' as they say. (If had been my choice, he wouldn't have been allowed anywhere inside of the home where I grew up. However, he was my sister's family's friend, an acquaintance of my brother-in-law, and was their guest, not mine. So I behaved accordingly. I'm just glad the guest had the common sense to stay out of the business that was to follow.)
When my parents entertained guests, my sister and I were expected to be courteous, gracious, and respectful to the visiting adults. We usually were 'out in the neighborhood,' visiting with other friends, riding our bicycles, etc., when they had visitors, but we were there sometimes, especially during the evening, and definitely home on school nights. We didn't throw tantrums, or threaten anyone. I often served refreshments--or at least offered them if the get-together was informal. This did not happen that day at my sister's and brother-in-law's. (The genteel atmosphere that used to be my family home was no more, telling me that our parent's generation knew how, at least, to be polite and courteous to guests.
Now, I am not responsible for the way other people think. So long as no one accosts me physically, or is overly vulgar--although I can forgive utterly any verbal 'indiscretion' at will--I don't care what a person thinks, believes, or advocates. However, it becomes a problem when I am physically aggressed, which is what my brother-in-law proceeded to do, after I had opened the fridge and inquired about whether or not I might have a soft drink out of one of the two-liter bottles in the door.
As my sister has four boys, I didn't want to drink their pop (or soda, for those in southerly climes.) Well, that one question was evidently enough to set my brother-in-law off the deep end! He said "I've had enough!" and began to close distance with me, threatening to 'beat the crap out of me!' I was forced to shut the fridge door and take up a defensive posture.
First, he cordoned me at the inside-garage entry door. This is a narrow foyer just off the kitchen, and leads to the two-car garage. I opened that door, shutting it, actually locking it before I shut it. This gave me a few seconds time to press a wall button, opening the large door. I was out on the driveway quickly, and stopped just outside the door perimeter, waiting to see if my brother-in-law had calmed down.
Well, his anger wasn't curbed, and he began to close distance with me again. The large door was open by now--I had ducked under it when it was only about 1/4 of the way up--and I was trying to let him know that I'm heading to a hotel, but he kept aggressing me, forcing me to--as I did not want to engage him in a fight--head back toward my truck, parked in a family-owned vacant lot across the street. He'd advance, I'd retreat farther away. It went on like that until I finally had to take some kind of stand or end up doing this stupid thing all night; at the very least, I needed to be able to get safely inside my truck cab to leave.
Well, he ended up chasing me around my truck, me keeping him always on the opposite side. Finally, my sister--who had been at a neighbor's--came running out and positioned herself in the middle between us--There was at least six feet distance between her and me, and her and my brother-in-law, and I had been maintaining a healthy distance; she didn't really 'break anything up,' relative to coming to blows--the reason I was keeping my distance. She hadn't seen anything, either, but had heard what was going on, and only ran outside of the neighbor's house when she saw us running around the truck.
I finally had to tell my sister: "If this is the way your family's going to act, I'm 'not going to be here!'" At All!! She said "I guess so, then!" Or something similar. So I left. Without a second thought or word. Insulted. Berated. And assaulted by my brother-in-law.
****And Did Not Attend My Own Father's Funeral!****
I went back home, to my own locality, and stayed away during the time the funeral was going on. I wasn't concerned at that point. I had visited my father at his bedside, and expressed my love to him, hugged him, kissed him, then went home in previous days. I knew he was dying--we all did! I was more concerned when my cousin--who's family lived in the same town as I was then living in--pounded on my door the day after.
I have a deep respect for my cousin--although I and their family are not really "in sync" with each other. They, as I like to say "do the Christian dance," and I don't. Haven't for years. I find it tough to deal with people who believe themselves to be morally superior 'just because they're Christians," and espouse fear when presented with something new that they just do not understand. That day was one of those cases.
Now, normally me and my cousin do not talk about church and spirituality. I was then, as now, a practitioner of neo-pagan spirituality/wicca/new age (etc.), they knew it, but didn't really understand it. I finally just decided, as a rule, not to broach the subject when my cousin was around. His wife had some surface interest--at least so far as...probably...wanting to understand it better--and we dicussed it occasionally when her husband wasn't at home and I was visiting for lunch or the like.
However, the day after my dad's services, he was in one of those 'morally superior moods.' He was also bereaved, and angry that I did not confide in him, as well. He made statements like "you could have called me," and "our family has always stood up for each other." Etc. He accused me of displaying, in his mind, "the ultimate act of conceit" and was, to a point, livid. (He also had a valid point, but at that time I was beyond forgiving anyone at that juncture.)
Well, I was 'all that and a bag of chips' in my mind, as well. I had just been physically assaulted by my sister's husband the previous day, basically was not in a frame of mind to do anything except tend to my own emotional wounds and mindset, and basically just wanted to be left alone. I didn't ask him to come over. If he had come with a little bit more concern for me, instead of displaying anger, I probably wouldn't have become so defensive. If he had been of a mind to 'let me along for a few days' I might've been more receptive.
Nope. No dice.
+++SUMMARY+++
So, in the end, it's like this, as it is, as I see it, for anyone who is dealing with unfairness, ill-concern for feelings, and oppression and suppression, whatever the subject: YOU HAVE TO BE TOUGH! All the while maintaining the ability to "be vulnerable," "be considerate in the face of insult," and "do what's right." (This last one is, of course, in league with Common Sense.)
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Now, I didn't care what people thought about what I had to do for my family business. I had visited my father a day before he died, and spent some time by his side. If anyone knew, or didn't know, that was fine with me. I've always been a private person, had been teased mercilessly all the way through my early school years--right up to my graduation date--and knew how to suppress overtly-emotional responses that could escalate a situation.
I had been forced to be a loner for my own protection, and also to keep me out of the trouble other kids my age were getting into. I never smoked, 'did drugs,' or bullied others. I have always enjoyed easy-listening music (Carpenters/Air Supply), when others enjoyed rock (Van Halen/Alice Cooper.) My hobbies tend toward the individual, rather than the group or team variety. I've also held what I've consider to be 'egalitarian' viewpoints, whilst others I've listened to have espoused doctrines of intolerance and hate, although not outwardly tending toward aggression. The members of certain unnamed congregations--the least educated ones usually--usually 'followed up and did the rest.' Ergo, they 'filled in their own blanks with the intolerance and hate expected of them.' (By their preachers, etc.)
I tried to be as polite as I could, with both my peers and teachers, in school. I have learning problems which still remain with me to this day. If I had been a sports-achiever, or an academic-achiever, this probably wouldn't have been an issue. However, I did horribly in school, graduating with an 'Honest "C"', but this didn't help when I was growing up and being bullied and teased by others. I did play on the track team my Senior Year, but was out with my parents, visiting prospective colleges and schools when my meets occurred, so I was only able to attend a couple during the course of the entire season; in short, looking for ways to advance my education, for boon or bane.
So far, it's been for bane, overall, although I continue trying. That is, I have more educational failures than successes. I haven't given up yet, and others tell me that's not failure, and that persistence will win out in the end. Well, persistence has paid off in some ways. Because I haven't given in to my emotions, I'm still alive. I'm happily married to a wonderful woman, and this year we celebrated our Sixth Wedding Anniversary. I'm able to walk outside, breath the air, and look ahead to my future. Life can be difficult, at times, but I have my own Resolve, and I am, by golly, Resolved As Hell!
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+++MY THOUGHTS AND ENERGIES TO OUT TO YOU+++
The following are some assumptions I'm making about you and your beloved partner:
Losing your partner of so many years is grueling, fate throwing you a curve-ball, in the worst-possible way. He was egalitarian, like you. Cosmopolitan, world-traveled. His parents probably didn't get outside of that Indiana town, let alone overseas--like you and your partner. You and he saw Machu Picchu and the Eiffel Tower. I doubt his folks saw anything taller than the local oil refinery stacks! You are Internet-savvy, as was your partner. I doubt his parents even know how to use a computer, let alone use it for understanding better the people from around the world, making it a more tolerant, peaceful, and loving place for all mankind--like you and your partner did.
I'm estranged from the bulk of my relatives. Still, at 46, I have to conclude that this is what was meant to happen. I have not been contacted by my brother-in-law since that time, nor have we spoke to each other. My sister and I have made contact via Facebook, and that's it. We communicate in only the most cursory of fashions. Her oldest is now out of high school. I did not see my nephews growing up, and do not expect to see any of the younger ones do so, either. I do not have any disregard for them, but I will absolutely not be threatened by their father ever again. Period!
Your partner's parents are not loving people. They are among the worst sort of bigots that exist. To threaten you with an attack is criminal, and intolerable. They are the reason for why sensitive people need to strengthen their resolve. To suggest that homosexuality is a sin and that your partner needed medical help is outrageous; it's also bad psychological science! Of the one's that are the most offending, mainstream religions refuse to acknowledge the majority view of mainstream psychology--that homsexuality is not deviant, is found in all of Nature, and is not something that one can be 'treated for.'
It's a legitimate lifestyle for some people who happen to be attracted to people of the same sex. It can't 'be cured.' As one poster put it, "...If you want to whip yourself and believe in the literal truth of an obscure bronze-age mythology, fine. But quit poisoning things for everybody else."
Instead of intolerance for their own son, they should have, instead, ispired Love, Kindness, Consideration, Vulnerability (for without the latter, how are we to learn Love?), and Understanding.
It's not fair, at times. This wasn't fair to either you or your partner. It wasn't fair to your family--who were egalitarian and accepting. Midwest vs. West Coast. Hmmm....Might have something there we in the middle states don't get, eh? Well, I mean, I do, but I'm in the middle-south, where prejudice is rampant in most small towns. Still living in that bronze age, they are!
Well, Shane, I leave you with my Heartfelt Condolences on your loss. Please know that you and yours are in my thoughts and energies. I bid you Love, Light, and Bright Blessings in your dimmest hour. Please, though. Let Your Own Light Shine! Isn't that they way your partner would've wanted it? Shining atop from Macchu Picchu?
In Loving Respect,
Firefishe
LEGISLATIVE AND LEGAL
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1. The so-called "Defense of Marriage Act" should be litigated to the U.S Supreme Court, where, hopefully, it can be negated, being found unconstitutional.
2. Federal Anti-Discrimination Law: This should be revised to include the rights of those living under the auspices of Domestic Partnerships, and language inserted to provide same-sex partners the same rights--all 1000 of the missing ones, as well--as opposite-sex partners.
3. Same-sex couples--on an individual level--need to "get tough" with themselves, and not become emotionally bereaved if their families do not find favor with their orientation. I think this sums it up best: "One Must Be Strong Within One's Self!"
No one is ever 'looking out from behind another's eyes' at any given time. The only eyes we have with which to see are the ones that we are looking out from behind at the present moment.
PERSONAL
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A Short Story of My Own
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I once made a decision that has affected me for a long time, but I am better off for it. It had to do with a stupid argument with my brother-in-law, on the eve of my father's funeral. He had just passed away from a congenital brain disorder, and I had traveled 65 miles to my hometown, where my sister's family had been living--in the family house--and had been taking care of him up to the time he had to go to the convalescent home, where he eventually died. I had made trips to see him in the home, and just had a bit of bad luck to be in my own locality when I got the bad news.
I had to make a trip to get some money--family money--and was on my way when I got the call that "you've got to go home right away." This was from the family's estate manager who lived about two hours to the north of my then-locality; again, this was a prelude to inheritance funds, dispersed months after my father's passing. This wasn't a 'grab for money,' but was an agreed-upon amount--$1000.00--that both my sister and myself were being allowed, prior to estate settlement. This had been agreed upon weeks before.
Let me outline this: I was living on an $800 a month stipend from my family's estate. My rent was $600, all utilities paid. I had $200 net per month to live on. With gasoline, it went fast, let me tell you. I was dependent on this money, being out of work at the time. I had $20 in my pocket, and needed the $1,000.00. I needed it to be able to secure a hotel in my hometown, and deal with the weekend's doings as eldest representative of my family's children, *away from my sister's family and friends* for the sake of my own sanity.
So I finished my journey to the town where the estate manager was, got the money, and then headed back along a back route--giving me time alone to think. I had asked if the manager could drop it off in my hometown, but he had his own family and couldn't do it just then. As it was a Friday, I had no choice but to go up there and get it. The gas issue was the deciding factor, at any rate, as $20 wouldn't have lasted very long. I asked him not to think less of me, but informed him about the criticality of my situation, and went ahead and got the money. He left it for me at a teller window, where I signed for it and picked it up.
So I drove. I took a long time to get to my hometown. My father had just died. I wanted to think about that for a while. I was emotionally numb, and just 'wanted to drive,' as that was how I often de-stressed back then when life threw it's various curveballs at me, and gas was cheaper. When I finally arrived, it was late-afternoon, probably around four o'clock or so.
Now when I arrive at a family gathering, I expect to be treated civilly at the very least. I don't tolerate teenager-level mentalities to be present in adults, unless I'm in their own home as a guest, where I am equally civil in being silent. However, considering my own family, I expect a bit more alacrity in acceptance and consideration. I don't care what anyone does with their own spare time, but our father had just passed on, and I expected, at least, a little decorum on the parts of my sister and brother-in-law.
Alas, this wasn't to be. When I arrived, everyone was in a pissy-hissy fit of an attitude. It was so thick, it was palpable; a veritable plethora of emotional detritus hung in the air! I wondered to myself how long each adult in the house had been fuming over my 'monetary decision,' before they finally stopped fuming over it, and tried to get back to the business at hand, but keeping their anger "on the sidelines, ready to go," when I arrived. I greeted everyone congenially, expressing my concern for our father and asking about the kids, etc., how they were taking it 'at the loss of Grandpa,' and such. All the things one normally does in that kind of situation, at least, the ones I grew up with. (Please understand that I am not so vain to think that they wasn't a lot on their minds, outside of my own situation. It's just that I ended up being the brunt, as had happened in past years, so my assessment of the situation remains, as is, based on after-the-fact occurrences which will soon come to light.)
I could feel the tension the most in the kitchen--where one of my brother-in-law's friends--evidently visiting from his old hometown downstate-- was in attendance. Imagine, if you will, a guy with greasy, stringly hair, dirty clothes, a somewhat offensive odor, and narrow eyes that seemed to glance sideways at you, then you'll have an idea of this guy. A 'real winner,' as they say. (If had been my choice, he wouldn't have been allowed anywhere inside of the home where I grew up. However, he was my sister's family's friend, an acquaintance of my brother-in-law, and was their guest, not mine. So I behaved accordingly. I'm just glad the guest had the common sense to stay out of the business that was to follow.)
When my parents entertained guests, my sister and I were expected to be courteous, gracious, and respectful to the visiting adults. We usually were 'out in the neighborhood,' visiting with other friends, riding our bicycles, etc., when they had visitors, but we were there sometimes, especially during the evening, and definitely home on school nights. We didn't throw tantrums, or threaten anyone. I often served refreshments--or at least offered them if the get-together was informal. This did not happen that day at my sister's and brother-in-law's. (The genteel atmosphere that used to be my family home was no more, telling me that our parent's generation knew how, at least, to be polite and courteous to guests.
Now, I am not responsible for the way other people think. So long as no one accosts me physically, or is overly vulgar--although I can forgive utterly any verbal 'indiscretion' at will--I don't care what a person thinks, believes, or advocates. However, it becomes a problem when I am physically aggressed, which is what my brother-in-law proceeded to do, after I had opened the fridge and inquired about whether or not I might have a soft drink out of one of the two-liter bottles in the door.
As my sister has four boys, I didn't want to drink their pop (or soda, for those in southerly climes.) Well, that one question was evidently enough to set my brother-in-law off the deep end! He said "I've had enough!" and began to close distance with me, threatening to 'beat the crap out of me!' I was forced to shut the fridge door and take up a defensive posture.
First, he cordoned me at the inside-garage entry door. This is a narrow foyer just off the kitchen, and leads to the two-car garage. I opened that door, shutting it, actually locking it before I shut it. This gave me a few seconds time to press a wall button, opening the large door. I was out on the driveway quickly, and stopped just outside the door perimeter, waiting to see if my brother-in-law had calmed down.
Well, his anger wasn't curbed, and he began to close distance with me again. The large door was open by now--I had ducked under it when it was only about 1/4 of the way up--and I was trying to let him know that I'm heading to a hotel, but he kept aggressing me, forcing me to--as I did not want to engage him in a fight--head back toward my truck, parked in a family-owned vacant lot across the street. He'd advance, I'd retreat farther away. It went on like that until I finally had to take some kind of stand or end up doing this stupid thing all night; at the very least, I needed to be able to get safely inside my truck cab to leave.
Well, he ended up chasing me around my truck, me keeping him always on the opposite side. Finally, my sister--who had been at a neighbor's--came running out and positioned herself in the middle between us--There was at least six feet distance between her and me, and her and my brother-in-law, and I had been maintaining a healthy distance; she didn't really 'break anything up,' relative to coming to blows--the reason I was keeping my distance. She hadn't seen anything, either, but had heard what was going on, and only ran outside of the neighbor's house when she saw us running around the truck.
I finally had to tell my sister: "If this is the way your family's going to act, I'm 'not going to be here!'" At All!! She said "I guess so, then!" Or something similar. So I left. Without a second thought or word. Insulted. Berated. And assaulted by my brother-in-law.
****And Did Not Attend My Own Father's Funeral!****
I went back home, to my own locality, and stayed away during the time the funeral was going on. I wasn't concerned at that point. I had visited my father at his bedside, and expressed my love to him, hugged him, kissed him, then went home in previous days. I knew he was dying--we all did! I was more concerned when my cousin--who's family lived in the same town as I was then living in--pounded on my door the day after.
I have a deep respect for my cousin--although I and their family are not really "in sync" with each other. They, as I like to say "do the Christian dance," and I don't. Haven't for years. I find it tough to deal with people who believe themselves to be morally superior 'just because they're Christians," and espouse fear when presented with something new that they just do not understand. That day was one of those cases.
Now, normally me and my cousin do not talk about church and spirituality. I was then, as now, a practitioner of neo-pagan spirituality/wicca/new age (etc.), they knew it, but didn't really understand it. I finally just decided, as a rule, not to broach the subject when my cousin was around. His wife had some surface interest--at least so far as...probably...wanting to understand it better--and we dicussed it occasionally when her husband wasn't at home and I was visiting for lunch or the like.
However, the day after my dad's services, he was in one of those 'morally superior moods.' He was also bereaved, and angry that I did not confide in him, as well. He made statements like "you could have called me," and "our family has always stood up for each other." Etc. He accused me of displaying, in his mind, "the ultimate act of conceit" and was, to a point, livid. (He also had a valid point, but at that time I was beyond forgiving anyone at that juncture.)
Well, I was 'all that and a bag of chips' in my mind, as well. I had just been physically assaulted by my sister's husband the previous day, basically was not in a frame of mind to do anything except tend to my own emotional wounds and mindset, and basically just wanted to be left alone. I didn't ask him to come over. If he had come with a little bit more concern for me, instead of displaying anger, I probably wouldn't have become so defensive. If he had been of a mind to 'let me along for a few days' I might've been more receptive.
Nope. No dice.
+++SUMMARY+++
So, in the end, it's like this, as it is, as I see it, for anyone who is dealing with unfairness, ill-concern for feelings, and oppression and suppression, whatever the subject: YOU HAVE TO BE TOUGH! All the while maintaining the ability to "be vulnerable," "be considerate in the face of insult," and "do what's right." (This last one is, of course, in league with Common Sense.)
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Now, I didn't care what people thought about what I had to do for my family business. I had visited my father a day before he died, and spent some time by his side. If anyone knew, or didn't know, that was fine with me. I've always been a private person, had been teased mercilessly all the way through my early school years--right up to my graduation date--and knew how to suppress overtly-emotional responses that could escalate a situation.
I had been forced to be a loner for my own protection, and also to keep me out of the trouble other kids my age were getting into. I never smoked, 'did drugs,' or bullied others. I have always enjoyed easy-listening music (Carpenters/Air Supply), when others enjoyed rock (Van Halen/Alice Cooper.) My hobbies tend toward the individual, rather than the group or team variety. I've also held what I've consider to be 'egalitarian' viewpoints, whilst others I've listened to have espoused doctrines of intolerance and hate, although not outwardly tending toward aggression. The members of certain unnamed congregations--the least educated ones usually--usually 'followed up and did the rest.' Ergo, they 'filled in their own blanks with the intolerance and hate expected of them.' (By their preachers, etc.)
I tried to be as polite as I could, with both my peers and teachers, in school. I have learning problems which still remain with me to this day. If I had been a sports-achiever, or an academic-achiever, this probably wouldn't have been an issue. However, I did horribly in school, graduating with an 'Honest "C"', but this didn't help when I was growing up and being bullied and teased by others. I did play on the track team my Senior Year, but was out with my parents, visiting prospective colleges and schools when my meets occurred, so I was only able to attend a couple during the course of the entire season; in short, looking for ways to advance my education, for boon or bane.
So far, it's been for bane, overall, although I continue trying. That is, I have more educational failures than successes. I haven't given up yet, and others tell me that's not failure, and that persistence will win out in the end. Well, persistence has paid off in some ways. Because I haven't given in to my emotions, I'm still alive. I'm happily married to a wonderful woman, and this year we celebrated our Sixth Wedding Anniversary. I'm able to walk outside, breath the air, and look ahead to my future. Life can be difficult, at times, but I have my own Resolve, and I am, by golly, Resolved As Hell!
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+++MY THOUGHTS AND ENERGIES TO OUT TO YOU+++
The following are some assumptions I'm making about you and your beloved partner:
Losing your partner of so many years is grueling, fate throwing you a curve-ball, in the worst-possible way. He was egalitarian, like you. Cosmopolitan, world-traveled. His parents probably didn't get outside of that Indiana town, let alone overseas--like you and your partner. You and he saw Machu Picchu and the Eiffel Tower. I doubt his folks saw anything taller than the local oil refinery stacks! You are Internet-savvy, as was your partner. I doubt his parents even know how to use a computer, let alone use it for understanding better the people from around the world, making it a more tolerant, peaceful, and loving place for all mankind--like you and your partner did.
I'm estranged from the bulk of my relatives. Still, at 46, I have to conclude that this is what was meant to happen. I have not been contacted by my brother-in-law since that time, nor have we spoke to each other. My sister and I have made contact via Facebook, and that's it. We communicate in only the most cursory of fashions. Her oldest is now out of high school. I did not see my nephews growing up, and do not expect to see any of the younger ones do so, either. I do not have any disregard for them, but I will absolutely not be threatened by their father ever again. Period!
Your partner's parents are not loving people. They are among the worst sort of bigots that exist. To threaten you with an attack is criminal, and intolerable. They are the reason for why sensitive people need to strengthen their resolve. To suggest that homosexuality is a sin and that your partner needed medical help is outrageous; it's also bad psychological science! Of the one's that are the most offending, mainstream religions refuse to acknowledge the majority view of mainstream psychology--that homsexuality is not deviant, is found in all of Nature, and is not something that one can be 'treated for.'
It's a legitimate lifestyle for some people who happen to be attracted to people of the same sex. It can't 'be cured.' As one poster put it, "...If you want to whip yourself and believe in the literal truth of an obscure bronze-age mythology, fine. But quit poisoning things for everybody else."
Instead of intolerance for their own son, they should have, instead, ispired Love, Kindness, Consideration, Vulnerability (for without the latter, how are we to learn Love?), and Understanding.
It's not fair, at times. This wasn't fair to either you or your partner. It wasn't fair to your family--who were egalitarian and accepting. Midwest vs. West Coast. Hmmm....Might have something there we in the middle states don't get, eh? Well, I mean, I do, but I'm in the middle-south, where prejudice is rampant in most small towns. Still living in that bronze age, they are!
Well, Shane, I leave you with my Heartfelt Condolences on your loss. Please know that you and yours are in my thoughts and energies. I bid you Love, Light, and Bright Blessings in your dimmest hour. Please, though. Let Your Own Light Shine! Isn't that they way your partner would've wanted it? Shining atop from Macchu Picchu?
In Loving Respect,
Firefishe
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
RL RIF Cache -- Final Log Entry
9 March 2012 - Holographic Log
Temporal Journal Entry -- The 'Present'
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Continuing from my last entry in the RL-RIF cache log at The Library, I managed to find the volume that has now lead me here. Arcane Geography has been my passion for two years now, and it has finally led me to where I will soon find solace...as well as provide the means for me to exact my revenge upon the entity that, so many years ago, swallowed the life out of four of my fellow time-cachers, on that cold fall evening in the wilds of Michigan.
I am hopeful that my efforts, should they succeed, will re-align the time-stream enough, so that my friends: Dewey, Cheatem, AndHow, and TheBrick!, will once again grace the presence of General Existence!
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Temporal Journal Entry -- The 'Past'
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The forest foliage caresses its thick leaves around me. I'm barely able to move forward, the ferns are so thick. What has brought me to this place? What is the 'prime mover' that keeps me plodding on ahead, anxious to do what I need to do, then be done with it? I have not sought after revenge, as a rule; I much prefer to live peacefully, traveling along the temporal highways, always arriving secretly, in out-of-the-way places, dressed in period costume, before I make an appearance in any public areas.
Even when I go to solitary places, I still follow the same rules, mimic the identical patterns that have kept me safe and secure as I travel in this arcane manner. This has kept me safe. Safety, however, has finally run out for me. I can't run from my own memories any longer! I must alleviate my suffering of the last two years! Remove from existence that thing that removed the lives of my four friends two years ago.
I remember the day well: We had materialized in an area of gorgeous hardwoods, with a patch of birch thrown in for good measure. The white bark with black flecks set off the rest of the primeval elements surrounding us; it seemed like we had landed in a Shakespearian fairy tale, and at any time Pan would appear, playing his pipes, and we would dance, joyfully, with him, cherishing the forest's dreams and allowing ourselves to succumb to its spell.
Unfortunately, what we found in the dried-out clearing of that northern Michigan forest waylaid any Pan-laden dreams we may have had. The fact is, I barely escaped with my life, let alone danced upon a forest floor strewn with pine needles, dead leaves, and moss, with the sound of pipes in my ears. It was sheer good fortune and blind luck that allowed me to touch the control that sent the quite familiar hollow sound associated with our type of temporal momentum up to my tympanic membrane, and with it, the energetics that moved me, quite securely, to a place of safety.
(When traveling, we don't really feel much. It seems as if a hollow-sounding wind of low pitch moves us along on our travel; the scenery goes black, then the sound, then a new patch of scenery. It isn't altogether unpleasant, but can be a little unnverving to the uninitiated. Still, we had all discovered the secret during our collective scientific experimenting, piecing together a little here and there, and finally coming up with a solution that would finally satiate the wanderlust that all of us craved.)
After getting our bearings--using the time-enhanced GPS technology we had invented, termed GhostSat, we got our positions and proceeded toward an area that showed some type of unusual natural energy flux. Assuming a natural conjuntion of Ley Lines--which we can use to achieve teleportation within a given local temporal instance--we thought we might give it a go. Would to the High Heavens we had not been so blind to the danger, so quick to 'rush in where angels fear to tread!'
(Animals. There were many in the forests we had visited. Squirrels rushed from tree to tree, jumped from branch to branch. Various birds flitted from maple, to oak, to ash. The occasional skunk would make an appearance. And, if we were very very fortunate, we might glimpse a view of a mother bear and her cubs. So long as we stood still, kept the safety fields up, we basically registered as 'not there' to whatever animal life was around us. Quite useful for the larger animals. Quite the opposite--as we would find--for the type of life form we encountered next!)
I have stated that we had materialized in a clearing of hardwoods and birch. The clearing, itself, was almost completely round, save for a small notch in the trees to the northeast, where a path--it was too wide for a game trail--seemed to lead away from the area. Focusing our area scanners--a feature of the Temporal Displacement/GPS Unit--we found a high-yield energy signature to the northeast, right along the course of the path!
We had never run into anything dangerous when pursuing Ley Lines. They were just lines of geomagnetic force that coursed through the earth and were part of its general electromagnetic structure; in short, a natural phenomenon we had learned to harness for certain, helpful tasks in local travel. We could travel without the Ley Lines, but the mag-flux diameter of each was so close together, to not use them would simply be a waste of energy, and we had all decided to pursue time travel, maintaining as much of a conservationist approach as we could.
So we headed northeast!
TheBrick! was the first to feel it, as he was in front. (Note: We all use nicknames, and never reveal our true identities to anyone we meet, for utterly obvious reasons!) What it was, he couldn't quite place, even though he described the feeling thoroughly to the rest of us behind him on the trail. We decided to put the safety fields up, and used our close proximity to enhance each other's individual protection area. Although this practice is standard under normal circumstances, it seemed to exacerbate the 'problem' we would soon meet.
Dewey, Cheatem, myself, and AndHow were following along, single-file, behind TheBrick!, and we were moving carefully forward. TheBrick! was doing a foward-scan with his handheld, moving the unit horizontally across his front field-of-view, and looking quite purplexed by the readings he was observing. Grabbing my unit, I mimicked him, and even I was purplexed. Ley Lines didn't usually move, and something up ahead was moving!
Moving forward again, as soon as we cleared the trees, it was upon us! What it was is anybody's guess. The thing moved so swiftly, it could hardly be described in human terms. It seemed to be part of the air, or part of the environment. Had we not been time travelers, we might not have had the practical experience to give it a name, however simplistic.
Temporal energy? Etheric energy? It was hard to describe just then, and it didn't give us time to consider its aspect, physical or otherwise.
The thing hovered about eight feet off the ground. It seemed a golden color, very light, and very thin. As soon as TheBrick! touched the edge of the clearing--which resembled an old, dried-out winter rye field--it moved from the center immediately to our location, as fast as an eye blink. Well, TheBrick! didn't know what hit him! The thing hovered for a split-second, just that long! And it took just that long for the whatever-it-was to extend part of itself outward, touch TheBrick!, and...and...
--Journal Paused--
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--Journal Resumed--
(..Sorry for the long delay. I had to go splash my face with cold water and grab a sandwich. I'm still responsible for finalizing this record for our travel archives, but I still can't seem to shake off the result of what that--dare I call it a creature?--whatever-it-was can do. It was simply, quite honestly, the most singularly horrible thing I have ever witnessed in my life!)
As I was saying earlier, we had come to the edge of the clearing, seen the thing, and TheBrick! put one foot into the dried, dead rye of the field, and it was upon him, in half a second! I watched on, loathing the sight! First, TheBrick! was frozen, stock still! His bodily posture stiffened, and he appeared to become thinner. Imagine a living, breathing man--all three hundred sixty pounds of pure, gym-developed muscle!--change from that to a wan-looking, worn-out parody of a nutcracker!
At this stage, his body seemed to become cylindrical, smooth-edged from top-to-bottom, longwise, and round on the ends. Then his shape seemed to come back to normal for a moment, as though his now-cylindrical form were being permitted to resume its natural shape. And it stayed like that, right up until Cheatem, AndHow, and Dewey all rushed together to go get their friend!
Well, the same thing happened to them in a smaller time then it takes me to form this sentence in my mind, and have it appear on this screen! What was left appeared to be a hollowed-out shell of a human body, exact in externalities, with the sharpest point of detail being the outward facial features. The rest looked like a bloated balloon, filled with helium, hovering eight feet above the rye field.
Myself, I stood stock still at that point. The thing had gone behind a large boulder--lord knows how it got there, maybe a glacier--and was not seemingly interested in me. I got an itch just then, and sought to readjust... Man, that thing was fast! It popped up from behind the boulder, and careened headlong toward me, presumably ready to do to me what it had done to my friends just momements before.
My immediate reaction was born out of months of practice, efforts to which the others thought were eccentric on my part. Simply put, what I put myself through were safety drills. These drills I practiced with the mind to getting my finger on a small button on my belt--wirelessly remoted to the usually-in-hand Travel/GPS unit--a feature none of the others felt they needed. However, I felt I could use an 'edge' if I ever had to leave a specific temporal locality immediately, without preparation.
My system allowed me to instantly appear in my Home Area, a place not even the others knew existed. It existed in an aircraft hangar at a location which I will not specify, even now, and contained a single turboprop cargo plane, a light helicopter, two motorcycles, one jeep, a small 4x4 pickup truck, and a years supply of dry food, along with a few weapons in a locked vault. To myself, I affectionately called this place my--pardon the colloqialism--The Cozy Hole.
(Everyone needs a place of security and solitude where one can retreat. Time travelers, especially!)
Getting back to the aformentioned scene: I have said that the thing had popped up from behind a large, glacial boulder when I had sought to eliminate an itch that had developed on my right thigh; as soon as I moved, so did 'it!' My body shook 'just a little' as I repositioned my feet--and touched the edge of the clearing! That's what did it! Apparently, this thing this...let's just call it a Genius Loci, for that seems to describe it well.
This 'guardian,' this 'spirit of its place,' seemed to act only upon anyone entering the rye field. It's a wonder the clearing appeared dead! This thing must've had something to do with keeping any and all nutrients from being absorbed into the soil, all of it being absorbed into itself, instead!
Anyway, as soon as part of my boot touched the edge of the field, it was aroused, and took off like a shotgun from behind the boulder, straight to me!
My training is what saved me. I lay no claim to superhuman strength, agility, or prowess. I practiced the motion two hours a day, in a holographic simulator, thinking up every kind of weird, strange, arcane scenario after scenario I could program into the system. The closest that this incident came to resembling was the one I entitled "Firefishe Meets The Blob!" Although not exact in appearance, this thing was about as close as one could get in the 'real' world.
My finger, a finger long-practiced, slid the emergency cover off the button on the side of my belt, and pressed the button. I could feel my entire body being somehow compressed as the thing came directly over me. Was this how the others had felt initially? I didn't want to know. I would read their accounts much later, after the incident that brought them back to me, but I digress."
I was ripped, literally, out of the thing's spatio-temporal locale, and thrust forward in time, straight to my 'Cozy Hole,' where I materialized in a rush of low-toned, hollow rushing wind, as the lights came up--activated by my transport--in the hangar, and I was held in a stasis field for a few moments while the temporal flux around me died down a bit before returning me to normal, local spacetime.
As soon as the stasis field shut off and set me down on the ground, I went to my office, grabbed a legal pad and a pen--some things simply require an old-fashioned, simple touch--and began to plan the 'renew event' that would, hopefully, bring my friends back. The plan took me an entire two years to complete, as finding history about that area was almost non-existent. Apparently, it was in an area cut off by thick swampland and dense foliage and tree cover. Happenstance had, apparently, been the only reason we had even found the place, as not one person I interviewed in the nearby towns and villages could tell me a hoot about where the clearing was, let alone what was in it, taking up residence there.
My GPS/Time Unit (GTU, incidentally) had been taking readings all the time that I had been standing by the clearing. Using the raw data, I was able to determine the likely makeup up of the entity, and formulate a plan for a weapon which could be used against it. Peaceful though I may be, I could, at the time, only consider the safety hazard such a thing meant for any unfortunate hiker or hunter who just might happen upon the place.
The thing had taken my friends, and I was going to kick its ass!
One year and ten months later, I found an old atlas. It was a leather-bound affair, well-used, but hardly in need of restoration. When I asked the freemason who owned it from where he had gotten it, he said I probably wouldn't believe it, but it was rumored that it was a special atlas, penned by the hand of a fourteenth century time traveler, and listed a whole slew of 'dangerous spots' along the Earth's Ley Lines.
Dangerous? No kidding! He must've run afoul of 'the thing,' and lived to tell about it. Must've observed it for some time on the edge of the rye field, which seems to have existed in his time, as well, according to the atlas. I'm just glad I could read Latin!
To pull off my 'feat of rescue,' it was imperative that I not 'be visible' to anyone, and that no one pick up my spatio-temporal signature. Also, keeping in mind the aspect of 'two things cannot occupy the same space,' it was also necessary that I be at least a semi-dimensional state 'out' from the area in which I was going to be traveling, at least for this trip.
I remember a first trip Dewey had taken, met up with another 'self,' and had, somehow, equalized both of their bio-electric fields in such a way, that each became 'dimensionally suspended' and couldn't move anywhere. It took an entire three-days-relative to resolve the problem, and it taught us that we needed to add a little quantum mechanics into our applications. That's when we took on Cheatem as the final addition to our group, who's hobby just happend to be quantum physics.
Well, finishing up this journal entry.
I pondered for two months before I hit upon a tactic I thought would work to get my friends back into the time stream, and back into my waking life. They had appeared to me in fevered dreams, beckoning me with bodies that compressed and uncompressed, as they moaned with haunting aggression. Up until the time of my rescue mission departure, I hadn't slept a wink in two years, hence the necessity to eliminate permanently the entity responsible for my night terrors.
I materialized in a thick section of trees, just outside the rye field's perimeter. The glasses I wore contained a head-up display, and I could measure distance clear out into space if I desired. As it occurred, I found I only needed a few hundred feet. I had surmised the thing lived by compressing and contracting a living physical body's spatio-temporal energy field, and fed off it. I figured I'd induce that same element, interally, within the entity, creating a feedback loop that would cause it to feed upon itself.
I was tired of waiting. I threw an old shoe full of lunchmeat I had brought along for the purpose, out into the field! As soon as the shoe hit the physical perimeter--still three feet in the air--the thing zoomed to it in an eye's wink, trying to devour it. As soon as it was where I could see it, I let loose the energetic wave from my GTU, aiming it directy at the center of the entity.
The result was nothing short of catastrophic to the entity. The result was so full and complete, it hardly even registered until the event was over. As soon as I pressed the screen of the GTU, the thing reacted violently, stretching and morphing into a plethora of myriad faces, shapes--was one a deer?--and forms. I saw Dewey's face in there, and had to observe all of the hideous changes completely. The bottom line was I was not, absolutely not going to take my eyes off of it for a second!
The end came suddenly, and yet, after, it seemed as though all was well and always had been. What happened was the thing stretched out, looking like a diagonally-compressed ball, stretched to a super-thin, elongated oval shape, then disappeared, while, simultaneously, the scenery shifted, and I could feel the influence of a thousand-plus years lift away from the timespace around me, where birds chirped, squirrels jumped from tree-to-tree, and deer, elk, and bear, came to feed in the midst of a lush, cool, autumn field of winter rye.
I was able to see, just before I winked out, back to my 'Cozy Hole,' a group of five individuals, meandering their way through the trees, stopping thoughtfully at the edge of the lush, green rye field to observe the wildlife.
End Journal Entry - Holographic Log Entry Complete
9 March 2012
© 2012 Stephen Andrew Brown a/k/a "The Humble Fishe" (Please Cite This Page When Quoting. Any Acceptable Web Page Citation Style (APA, MLA, Etc.)
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Temporal Journal Entry -- The 'Present'
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Continuing from my last entry in the RL-RIF cache log at The Library, I managed to find the volume that has now lead me here. Arcane Geography has been my passion for two years now, and it has finally led me to where I will soon find solace...as well as provide the means for me to exact my revenge upon the entity that, so many years ago, swallowed the life out of four of my fellow time-cachers, on that cold fall evening in the wilds of Michigan.
I am hopeful that my efforts, should they succeed, will re-align the time-stream enough, so that my friends: Dewey, Cheatem, AndHow, and TheBrick!, will once again grace the presence of General Existence!
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Temporal Journal Entry -- The 'Past'
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The forest foliage caresses its thick leaves around me. I'm barely able to move forward, the ferns are so thick. What has brought me to this place? What is the 'prime mover' that keeps me plodding on ahead, anxious to do what I need to do, then be done with it? I have not sought after revenge, as a rule; I much prefer to live peacefully, traveling along the temporal highways, always arriving secretly, in out-of-the-way places, dressed in period costume, before I make an appearance in any public areas.
Even when I go to solitary places, I still follow the same rules, mimic the identical patterns that have kept me safe and secure as I travel in this arcane manner. This has kept me safe. Safety, however, has finally run out for me. I can't run from my own memories any longer! I must alleviate my suffering of the last two years! Remove from existence that thing that removed the lives of my four friends two years ago.
I remember the day well: We had materialized in an area of gorgeous hardwoods, with a patch of birch thrown in for good measure. The white bark with black flecks set off the rest of the primeval elements surrounding us; it seemed like we had landed in a Shakespearian fairy tale, and at any time Pan would appear, playing his pipes, and we would dance, joyfully, with him, cherishing the forest's dreams and allowing ourselves to succumb to its spell.
Unfortunately, what we found in the dried-out clearing of that northern Michigan forest waylaid any Pan-laden dreams we may have had. The fact is, I barely escaped with my life, let alone danced upon a forest floor strewn with pine needles, dead leaves, and moss, with the sound of pipes in my ears. It was sheer good fortune and blind luck that allowed me to touch the control that sent the quite familiar hollow sound associated with our type of temporal momentum up to my tympanic membrane, and with it, the energetics that moved me, quite securely, to a place of safety.
(When traveling, we don't really feel much. It seems as if a hollow-sounding wind of low pitch moves us along on our travel; the scenery goes black, then the sound, then a new patch of scenery. It isn't altogether unpleasant, but can be a little unnverving to the uninitiated. Still, we had all discovered the secret during our collective scientific experimenting, piecing together a little here and there, and finally coming up with a solution that would finally satiate the wanderlust that all of us craved.)
After getting our bearings--using the time-enhanced GPS technology we had invented, termed GhostSat, we got our positions and proceeded toward an area that showed some type of unusual natural energy flux. Assuming a natural conjuntion of Ley Lines--which we can use to achieve teleportation within a given local temporal instance--we thought we might give it a go. Would to the High Heavens we had not been so blind to the danger, so quick to 'rush in where angels fear to tread!'
(Animals. There were many in the forests we had visited. Squirrels rushed from tree to tree, jumped from branch to branch. Various birds flitted from maple, to oak, to ash. The occasional skunk would make an appearance. And, if we were very very fortunate, we might glimpse a view of a mother bear and her cubs. So long as we stood still, kept the safety fields up, we basically registered as 'not there' to whatever animal life was around us. Quite useful for the larger animals. Quite the opposite--as we would find--for the type of life form we encountered next!)
I have stated that we had materialized in a clearing of hardwoods and birch. The clearing, itself, was almost completely round, save for a small notch in the trees to the northeast, where a path--it was too wide for a game trail--seemed to lead away from the area. Focusing our area scanners--a feature of the Temporal Displacement/GPS Unit--we found a high-yield energy signature to the northeast, right along the course of the path!
We had never run into anything dangerous when pursuing Ley Lines. They were just lines of geomagnetic force that coursed through the earth and were part of its general electromagnetic structure; in short, a natural phenomenon we had learned to harness for certain, helpful tasks in local travel. We could travel without the Ley Lines, but the mag-flux diameter of each was so close together, to not use them would simply be a waste of energy, and we had all decided to pursue time travel, maintaining as much of a conservationist approach as we could.
So we headed northeast!
TheBrick! was the first to feel it, as he was in front. (Note: We all use nicknames, and never reveal our true identities to anyone we meet, for utterly obvious reasons!) What it was, he couldn't quite place, even though he described the feeling thoroughly to the rest of us behind him on the trail. We decided to put the safety fields up, and used our close proximity to enhance each other's individual protection area. Although this practice is standard under normal circumstances, it seemed to exacerbate the 'problem' we would soon meet.
Dewey, Cheatem, myself, and AndHow were following along, single-file, behind TheBrick!, and we were moving carefully forward. TheBrick! was doing a foward-scan with his handheld, moving the unit horizontally across his front field-of-view, and looking quite purplexed by the readings he was observing. Grabbing my unit, I mimicked him, and even I was purplexed. Ley Lines didn't usually move, and something up ahead was moving!
Moving forward again, as soon as we cleared the trees, it was upon us! What it was is anybody's guess. The thing moved so swiftly, it could hardly be described in human terms. It seemed to be part of the air, or part of the environment. Had we not been time travelers, we might not have had the practical experience to give it a name, however simplistic.
Temporal energy? Etheric energy? It was hard to describe just then, and it didn't give us time to consider its aspect, physical or otherwise.
The thing hovered about eight feet off the ground. It seemed a golden color, very light, and very thin. As soon as TheBrick! touched the edge of the clearing--which resembled an old, dried-out winter rye field--it moved from the center immediately to our location, as fast as an eye blink. Well, TheBrick! didn't know what hit him! The thing hovered for a split-second, just that long! And it took just that long for the whatever-it-was to extend part of itself outward, touch TheBrick!, and...and...
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--Journal Resumed--
(..Sorry for the long delay. I had to go splash my face with cold water and grab a sandwich. I'm still responsible for finalizing this record for our travel archives, but I still can't seem to shake off the result of what that--dare I call it a creature?--whatever-it-was can do. It was simply, quite honestly, the most singularly horrible thing I have ever witnessed in my life!)
As I was saying earlier, we had come to the edge of the clearing, seen the thing, and TheBrick! put one foot into the dried, dead rye of the field, and it was upon him, in half a second! I watched on, loathing the sight! First, TheBrick! was frozen, stock still! His bodily posture stiffened, and he appeared to become thinner. Imagine a living, breathing man--all three hundred sixty pounds of pure, gym-developed muscle!--change from that to a wan-looking, worn-out parody of a nutcracker!
At this stage, his body seemed to become cylindrical, smooth-edged from top-to-bottom, longwise, and round on the ends. Then his shape seemed to come back to normal for a moment, as though his now-cylindrical form were being permitted to resume its natural shape. And it stayed like that, right up until Cheatem, AndHow, and Dewey all rushed together to go get their friend!
Well, the same thing happened to them in a smaller time then it takes me to form this sentence in my mind, and have it appear on this screen! What was left appeared to be a hollowed-out shell of a human body, exact in externalities, with the sharpest point of detail being the outward facial features. The rest looked like a bloated balloon, filled with helium, hovering eight feet above the rye field.
Myself, I stood stock still at that point. The thing had gone behind a large boulder--lord knows how it got there, maybe a glacier--and was not seemingly interested in me. I got an itch just then, and sought to readjust... Man, that thing was fast! It popped up from behind the boulder, and careened headlong toward me, presumably ready to do to me what it had done to my friends just momements before.
My immediate reaction was born out of months of practice, efforts to which the others thought were eccentric on my part. Simply put, what I put myself through were safety drills. These drills I practiced with the mind to getting my finger on a small button on my belt--wirelessly remoted to the usually-in-hand Travel/GPS unit--a feature none of the others felt they needed. However, I felt I could use an 'edge' if I ever had to leave a specific temporal locality immediately, without preparation.
My system allowed me to instantly appear in my Home Area, a place not even the others knew existed. It existed in an aircraft hangar at a location which I will not specify, even now, and contained a single turboprop cargo plane, a light helicopter, two motorcycles, one jeep, a small 4x4 pickup truck, and a years supply of dry food, along with a few weapons in a locked vault. To myself, I affectionately called this place my--pardon the colloqialism--The Cozy Hole.
(Everyone needs a place of security and solitude where one can retreat. Time travelers, especially!)
Getting back to the aformentioned scene: I have said that the thing had popped up from behind a large, glacial boulder when I had sought to eliminate an itch that had developed on my right thigh; as soon as I moved, so did 'it!' My body shook 'just a little' as I repositioned my feet--and touched the edge of the clearing! That's what did it! Apparently, this thing this...let's just call it a Genius Loci, for that seems to describe it well.
This 'guardian,' this 'spirit of its place,' seemed to act only upon anyone entering the rye field. It's a wonder the clearing appeared dead! This thing must've had something to do with keeping any and all nutrients from being absorbed into the soil, all of it being absorbed into itself, instead!
Anyway, as soon as part of my boot touched the edge of the field, it was aroused, and took off like a shotgun from behind the boulder, straight to me!
My training is what saved me. I lay no claim to superhuman strength, agility, or prowess. I practiced the motion two hours a day, in a holographic simulator, thinking up every kind of weird, strange, arcane scenario after scenario I could program into the system. The closest that this incident came to resembling was the one I entitled "Firefishe Meets The Blob!" Although not exact in appearance, this thing was about as close as one could get in the 'real' world.
My finger, a finger long-practiced, slid the emergency cover off the button on the side of my belt, and pressed the button. I could feel my entire body being somehow compressed as the thing came directly over me. Was this how the others had felt initially? I didn't want to know. I would read their accounts much later, after the incident that brought them back to me, but I digress."
I was ripped, literally, out of the thing's spatio-temporal locale, and thrust forward in time, straight to my 'Cozy Hole,' where I materialized in a rush of low-toned, hollow rushing wind, as the lights came up--activated by my transport--in the hangar, and I was held in a stasis field for a few moments while the temporal flux around me died down a bit before returning me to normal, local spacetime.
As soon as the stasis field shut off and set me down on the ground, I went to my office, grabbed a legal pad and a pen--some things simply require an old-fashioned, simple touch--and began to plan the 'renew event' that would, hopefully, bring my friends back. The plan took me an entire two years to complete, as finding history about that area was almost non-existent. Apparently, it was in an area cut off by thick swampland and dense foliage and tree cover. Happenstance had, apparently, been the only reason we had even found the place, as not one person I interviewed in the nearby towns and villages could tell me a hoot about where the clearing was, let alone what was in it, taking up residence there.
My GPS/Time Unit (GTU, incidentally) had been taking readings all the time that I had been standing by the clearing. Using the raw data, I was able to determine the likely makeup up of the entity, and formulate a plan for a weapon which could be used against it. Peaceful though I may be, I could, at the time, only consider the safety hazard such a thing meant for any unfortunate hiker or hunter who just might happen upon the place.
The thing had taken my friends, and I was going to kick its ass!
One year and ten months later, I found an old atlas. It was a leather-bound affair, well-used, but hardly in need of restoration. When I asked the freemason who owned it from where he had gotten it, he said I probably wouldn't believe it, but it was rumored that it was a special atlas, penned by the hand of a fourteenth century time traveler, and listed a whole slew of 'dangerous spots' along the Earth's Ley Lines.
Dangerous? No kidding! He must've run afoul of 'the thing,' and lived to tell about it. Must've observed it for some time on the edge of the rye field, which seems to have existed in his time, as well, according to the atlas. I'm just glad I could read Latin!
To pull off my 'feat of rescue,' it was imperative that I not 'be visible' to anyone, and that no one pick up my spatio-temporal signature. Also, keeping in mind the aspect of 'two things cannot occupy the same space,' it was also necessary that I be at least a semi-dimensional state 'out' from the area in which I was going to be traveling, at least for this trip.
I remember a first trip Dewey had taken, met up with another 'self,' and had, somehow, equalized both of their bio-electric fields in such a way, that each became 'dimensionally suspended' and couldn't move anywhere. It took an entire three-days-relative to resolve the problem, and it taught us that we needed to add a little quantum mechanics into our applications. That's when we took on Cheatem as the final addition to our group, who's hobby just happend to be quantum physics.
Well, finishing up this journal entry.
I pondered for two months before I hit upon a tactic I thought would work to get my friends back into the time stream, and back into my waking life. They had appeared to me in fevered dreams, beckoning me with bodies that compressed and uncompressed, as they moaned with haunting aggression. Up until the time of my rescue mission departure, I hadn't slept a wink in two years, hence the necessity to eliminate permanently the entity responsible for my night terrors.
I materialized in a thick section of trees, just outside the rye field's perimeter. The glasses I wore contained a head-up display, and I could measure distance clear out into space if I desired. As it occurred, I found I only needed a few hundred feet. I had surmised the thing lived by compressing and contracting a living physical body's spatio-temporal energy field, and fed off it. I figured I'd induce that same element, interally, within the entity, creating a feedback loop that would cause it to feed upon itself.
I was tired of waiting. I threw an old shoe full of lunchmeat I had brought along for the purpose, out into the field! As soon as the shoe hit the physical perimeter--still three feet in the air--the thing zoomed to it in an eye's wink, trying to devour it. As soon as it was where I could see it, I let loose the energetic wave from my GTU, aiming it directy at the center of the entity.
The result was nothing short of catastrophic to the entity. The result was so full and complete, it hardly even registered until the event was over. As soon as I pressed the screen of the GTU, the thing reacted violently, stretching and morphing into a plethora of myriad faces, shapes--was one a deer?--and forms. I saw Dewey's face in there, and had to observe all of the hideous changes completely. The bottom line was I was not, absolutely not going to take my eyes off of it for a second!
The end came suddenly, and yet, after, it seemed as though all was well and always had been. What happened was the thing stretched out, looking like a diagonally-compressed ball, stretched to a super-thin, elongated oval shape, then disappeared, while, simultaneously, the scenery shifted, and I could feel the influence of a thousand-plus years lift away from the timespace around me, where birds chirped, squirrels jumped from tree-to-tree, and deer, elk, and bear, came to feed in the midst of a lush, cool, autumn field of winter rye.
I was able to see, just before I winked out, back to my 'Cozy Hole,' a group of five individuals, meandering their way through the trees, stopping thoughtfully at the edge of the lush, green rye field to observe the wildlife.
End Journal Entry - Holographic Log Entry Complete
9 March 2012
© 2012 Stephen Andrew Brown a/k/a "The Humble Fishe" (Please Cite This Page When Quoting. Any Acceptable Web Page Citation Style (APA, MLA, Etc.)
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
IN LOVING MEMORY
"GRACIE"
Beloved Friend and Family Member
2003 - 2011
-
You Gave Each of Us Your Furry Face
And Helped Us All to Find Our Place
You Gave Us All Your Unselfish Love
And Brought Us Closer To Spirit Above
You Were There When We Were Ill
And Slept By Our Side Til' We Were Well
You Ran And Jumped and Barked For Joy
You Loved To Squeak Your Favorite Toy
When You Sat Up, You Looked Like Little Bear
And Were So Cute, You Made Us Stare
Curled Up By Our Feet at Night
We Then Knew We'd Have No Fright
You Went So Fast, We Hardly Knew Thee!
This Special Soul, Four Footed Beauty!
Goodbye Gracie! From Me To Thee. . .
You Slept On My Head, One Year After Oh-Three
And Made Me Well...
This Memorial Is All For Thee!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Science History In A Nutshell
Newton was a mad man, laden with gravity; Einstein burdened by quantum uncertainty; Both knew Schroedinger who knew where it was at.....All three were torn to pieces by Schrody's non-existent cat!
--FduJ
Monday, July 04, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Thursday, June 02, 2011
A New Story Emerging
My story isn't quite completed yet (not that anyone's is complete, ever, as we're all experiencing the NOW at any given time), that is, not all of my long-term goals have manifested fully yet. Still, there are signs that things are getting closer, so I thought I'd share.
I'd been trying to become a commercial truck driver for a long time. I have some problems that have kept me from succeeding in a college atmosphere for all of my life, and I thought that over-the-road trucking might be a viable choice. Some call them 'learning disabilities,' and I can say that, although I don't like to admit to it, that moniker has, more or less, been true; especially in mathematics, where my other interest in computer science is seriously hindered due to my lack of numerical knowledge and processing ability.
Well, I went to a total of four trucking firms, all of whom paid for my bus ticket to get there. The most recent was in Arkansas. I signed up for a very expensive employment contract, whereby the company would pay for a three week refresher course at a nearby truck driving school, and then I'd be employed by them for a year.
Well, I take the course, and pass. So far, so good. Two weeks later, I find myself going to the company's orientation program in Arkansas, which I also pass.
So I go home for week and a half, then get a call that a trainer is available, and I get on a bus and go back.
Well, I'm weary to death of bus travel at this point. I'm experiencing fatigue the likes of which I've never experienced before, and mostly from dealing with the 'Dawg (Greyhound Bus Lines.) I've never been so tired or worn-out by travel in my life. (Since then, I'm determined to never, ever use the bus again; only flight or ground-vehicle.)
Well, I get assigned my truck, and after waiting for three days to get a load, I head out on my first training assignment, and Oh! What a doosy! Nearly 80,000 pounds of steel wire. The trainer wants me to drive the thing out of the yard, but I can't seem to get out of the passenger seat. Something's dogging me, something I can't stop fighting with inside my head.
Alarms, Bells, and Whistles are going off, and my stomach is doing flip-flops; anxiety is forming and is head-rushing me like a center against a quarterback in the playoffs! Something is nagging me, saying: 'do you really wanna do this, do you really wanna do this; what do you really wanna do, what do you really wanna do?'
Knowing what I'm responsible for--80,000 pounds of rolling steel, aluminum, and fiberglass--and seeing that I'm having all sorts of problems with doing all the paperwork--as well as not really liking all the rain/hail/wind that is currently hitting the windshield--I finally arrive at a decision.
All this time, the anxiety's been mounting while I'm sitting in the cab, my 'future' passing before my eyes, and my ability to focus on the NOW is completely shot. The thing is, I hate the profession, I can't stand it! Why I spent so much time doing something I continually fail in, is completely beyond my reason at this point.
So I calm down, and focus on the NOW. I make a decision to go home. All of a sudden, many things stop. The anxiety for one.
I've made a decision, and it feels right. I know I'm probably going to have to face my father-in-law's outrage at my 'quitting' this job I've put so much effort toward (my wife and I have been living in their basement for a year, now, and he--and his wife--desire us to move; I feel the same, as we have no real privacy there.)
Coming to the point: I got home, faced the father-in-law, was forced to sleep in my car in the driveway for an evening (I wanted to throttle him for that ;->), and was allowed in the house after a couple of day's, thanks to my wife's efforts, God/Dess Bless Her! (Luckily, I spent a good amount of my waking hours with my wife at our local Internet hot spot, which is a local 24/7 grocery store; it's practically our second home, as well as where I'm typing this right now.)
I knew I had made the right decision as my actions were showing forth what was up-and-coming--and I'm in the process of manifestation right now as I type this, even though it's still early in the process.
Now, on to the meat of the matter:
I've always wanted to be a computer service technician. I already do contract employment with an out-of-state placement agency that works in all fifty states, and have had reasonable success with them. All of the jobs I've been on have been challenging, interesteing, engaging, and have kept my scatterbrain from becoming too scattered. (I have ADD and some other nuisances.)
During the course of these assignments, I've never had a single, solitary symptom. I just have trouble in college, with math, and some study habits. Well, that's all going to change! Since I got back from the trucking fiasco, I've been in contact with a local disability services agency, who has, in turn, contacted an outsourced employment services agency that works with those with learning issues, such as myself.
I was also motivated to do my taxes (they've always been late), which didn't seem to be as hard as I thought, fill out my FAFSA student aid form, and apply to the school of my choice for Computer Networking classes, which are to start in the Fall of 2011. (I'd already been there in 2008, and had similar issues as in the past, but I feel different about the entire matter now.)
I find I love, absolutely love working with computers, especially laptops. I'm also a GNU/Linux Operating System nut, and use it on a daily basis. I'm a strong advocate of open sourced and free software, and find I align with the philosophies of most of the Linux world. Add to the fact that most of the Internet uses Linux, and I find myself all that more pumped to learn more!
So, summarizing the above, we have:
1. I quit a job I hate
2. I 'get through' some issue with a relative with whom I'm living.
3. I'm going to be working with a dynamic woman from the employment agency.
4. I'm going to college in the Fall.
5. I'm learning to re-focus my efforts to obtain jobs that matter.
6. I've learned that I can be strong, deal with life, and survive.
7. I believe that I will be wealthy beyond my wildest dreams, and CAN SEE IT HAPPENING VERY SOON!
I Can See It Happening NOW! That's me, on my Suzuki Burgman 650 Executive Motor Scooter, driving out of the posh campground that my New Custom NuMar King Air Motorhome is located, where my wife is happily surfing away on her New Custom Macintosh computer. (My wife loves Macs!).
All this and My Taxes Are Paid, My Bills Are Gone, and I'm Living My Dreams, Giving My Wife All Of Hers, and Have Already Paid Off The In-Laws Mortgage and Sent Them On A Cruise! :-) Imagine All Of This!! I Certainly Am!
Will get back to you as future NOWS unfold....
Warm Regards,
Stephen
I'd been trying to become a commercial truck driver for a long time. I have some problems that have kept me from succeeding in a college atmosphere for all of my life, and I thought that over-the-road trucking might be a viable choice. Some call them 'learning disabilities,' and I can say that, although I don't like to admit to it, that moniker has, more or less, been true; especially in mathematics, where my other interest in computer science is seriously hindered due to my lack of numerical knowledge and processing ability.
Well, I went to a total of four trucking firms, all of whom paid for my bus ticket to get there. The most recent was in Arkansas. I signed up for a very expensive employment contract, whereby the company would pay for a three week refresher course at a nearby truck driving school, and then I'd be employed by them for a year.
Well, I take the course, and pass. So far, so good. Two weeks later, I find myself going to the company's orientation program in Arkansas, which I also pass.
So I go home for week and a half, then get a call that a trainer is available, and I get on a bus and go back.
Well, I'm weary to death of bus travel at this point. I'm experiencing fatigue the likes of which I've never experienced before, and mostly from dealing with the 'Dawg (Greyhound Bus Lines.) I've never been so tired or worn-out by travel in my life. (Since then, I'm determined to never, ever use the bus again; only flight or ground-vehicle.)
Well, I get assigned my truck, and after waiting for three days to get a load, I head out on my first training assignment, and Oh! What a doosy! Nearly 80,000 pounds of steel wire. The trainer wants me to drive the thing out of the yard, but I can't seem to get out of the passenger seat. Something's dogging me, something I can't stop fighting with inside my head.
Alarms, Bells, and Whistles are going off, and my stomach is doing flip-flops; anxiety is forming and is head-rushing me like a center against a quarterback in the playoffs! Something is nagging me, saying: 'do you really wanna do this, do you really wanna do this; what do you really wanna do, what do you really wanna do?'
Knowing what I'm responsible for--80,000 pounds of rolling steel, aluminum, and fiberglass--and seeing that I'm having all sorts of problems with doing all the paperwork--as well as not really liking all the rain/hail/wind that is currently hitting the windshield--I finally arrive at a decision.
All this time, the anxiety's been mounting while I'm sitting in the cab, my 'future' passing before my eyes, and my ability to focus on the NOW is completely shot. The thing is, I hate the profession, I can't stand it! Why I spent so much time doing something I continually fail in, is completely beyond my reason at this point.
So I calm down, and focus on the NOW. I make a decision to go home. All of a sudden, many things stop. The anxiety for one.
I've made a decision, and it feels right. I know I'm probably going to have to face my father-in-law's outrage at my 'quitting' this job I've put so much effort toward (my wife and I have been living in their basement for a year, now, and he--and his wife--desire us to move; I feel the same, as we have no real privacy there.)
Coming to the point: I got home, faced the father-in-law, was forced to sleep in my car in the driveway for an evening (I wanted to throttle him for that ;->), and was allowed in the house after a couple of day's, thanks to my wife's efforts, God/Dess Bless Her! (Luckily, I spent a good amount of my waking hours with my wife at our local Internet hot spot, which is a local 24/7 grocery store; it's practically our second home, as well as where I'm typing this right now.)
I knew I had made the right decision as my actions were showing forth what was up-and-coming--and I'm in the process of manifestation right now as I type this, even though it's still early in the process.
Now, on to the meat of the matter:
I've always wanted to be a computer service technician. I already do contract employment with an out-of-state placement agency that works in all fifty states, and have had reasonable success with them. All of the jobs I've been on have been challenging, interesteing, engaging, and have kept my scatterbrain from becoming too scattered. (I have ADD and some other nuisances.)
During the course of these assignments, I've never had a single, solitary symptom. I just have trouble in college, with math, and some study habits. Well, that's all going to change! Since I got back from the trucking fiasco, I've been in contact with a local disability services agency, who has, in turn, contacted an outsourced employment services agency that works with those with learning issues, such as myself.
I was also motivated to do my taxes (they've always been late), which didn't seem to be as hard as I thought, fill out my FAFSA student aid form, and apply to the school of my choice for Computer Networking classes, which are to start in the Fall of 2011. (I'd already been there in 2008, and had similar issues as in the past, but I feel different about the entire matter now.)
I find I love, absolutely love working with computers, especially laptops. I'm also a GNU/Linux Operating System nut, and use it on a daily basis. I'm a strong advocate of open sourced and free software, and find I align with the philosophies of most of the Linux world. Add to the fact that most of the Internet uses Linux, and I find myself all that more pumped to learn more!
So, summarizing the above, we have:
1. I quit a job I hate
2. I 'get through' some issue with a relative with whom I'm living.
3. I'm going to be working with a dynamic woman from the employment agency.
4. I'm going to college in the Fall.
5. I'm learning to re-focus my efforts to obtain jobs that matter.
6. I've learned that I can be strong, deal with life, and survive.
7. I believe that I will be wealthy beyond my wildest dreams, and CAN SEE IT HAPPENING VERY SOON!
I Can See It Happening NOW! That's me, on my Suzuki Burgman 650 Executive Motor Scooter, driving out of the posh campground that my New Custom NuMar King Air Motorhome is located, where my wife is happily surfing away on her New Custom Macintosh computer. (My wife loves Macs!).
All this and My Taxes Are Paid, My Bills Are Gone, and I'm Living My Dreams, Giving My Wife All Of Hers, and Have Already Paid Off The In-Laws Mortgage and Sent Them On A Cruise! :-) Imagine All Of This!! I Certainly Am!
Will get back to you as future NOWS unfold....
Warm Regards,
Stephen
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Some Blogs Deleted
I've deleted the following blogs:
http://18wheeledadventures.blogspot.com/
http://nobletruckershaiku.blogspot.com/
After many a long year of trying to be a professional truck driver, I'm calling it quits for good! No if, and, or buts! I'm done. Forever!
Warm Regards,
Firefishe
http://18wheeledadventures.blogspot.com/
http://nobletruckershaiku.blogspot.com/
After many a long year of trying to be a professional truck driver, I'm calling it quits for good! No if, and, or buts! I'm done. Forever!
Warm Regards,
Firefishe
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A Long Look Ahead
The last few months have found me talking over a variety of things with educational professionals, and the results have been nothing short of miraculous.
I've come a long way, and contribute this to 'following spirit' (no religious elements should be inferred), calming my emotions (always a challenge in this world), and pursuing my spirit-led dreams, which, at length, are at the behest of my own true desires, anyway.
I'm finally pursuing my 'means to the ends' of what I desire; for me, my wife, and my family.
It's a great feeling :-)
Warmest Regards,
The Humble Fishe
Monday, October 11, 2010
Saturday, December 19, 2009
HumFisheKu For December
Love, sometimes I see...
Can be hard to find, unless...
One loves one's Self well.
Can be hard to find, unless...
One loves one's Self well.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sprint, The Palm Pre, and Tethering
First, let me speak frankly: I Am A Palm Pre User and Sprint PCS Customer! I'm on a plan that includes everything for about a hundred bucks a month, enjoy using my Pre, and am loathe to switch to any other carrier at this time because of the quality of the service I currently have.
That said, I think it's imperative to understand that there is a basic functionality that the Pre is lacking, which, in The Humble Fishe's opinion, needs to be remedied.
That is the ability to 'tether' the Pre to a computer, either via a USB cable or a Bluetooth wireless connection. The Pre has the technical ability to do these things, as it--like all data devices--has an internal modem that connects it to the network for using all the wonderful features--like the Pre's great web browser--that are so data-intensive.
Still, Sprint hasn't developed something like a simple add-on plan to provide for tethering on the Pre. This doesn't make sense from a marketing perspective or a technical perspective. Sprint has a device one can buy and use on a special plan that allows for five computers to connect to it via a localized, short-area-coverage, wi-fi connection.
Five computers! So if Sprint is worried about all those Pre users out there who might use tethering on their devices (Hypothetical) clogging up the data network, then why offer a device that can do it for five?
The Humble Fishe's Gentle Suggestion for Sprint: All of your customers who use the Pre understand about marketing, for most of us are very savvy at understanding cellular networks and handhelds, and the limitations of both.
What we don't always comprehend, is why such a basic feature like tethering--either via USB or Bluetooth--is unavailable on such an advanced device like the Pre?
Answering this question would help a lot of us--both technical users and laymen alike--comprehend where Sprint--our chosen carrier--is going with their thoughts. It also would help if you'd ask us--on the forums, especially--what we'd like to see and what features we'd like to use.
The way The Humble Fishe sees it, based on what I've read on the forums, as well as my own personal thoughts on the matter is this: Tethering Is Needed On The Pre.
That's all I'll say on this matter, out of politeness and respect. I've shared my Humble Thoughts on the matter. Sprint...The Rest Is Up To You.
Thanks for reading...THF
That said, I think it's imperative to understand that there is a basic functionality that the Pre is lacking, which, in The Humble Fishe's opinion, needs to be remedied.
That is the ability to 'tether' the Pre to a computer, either via a USB cable or a Bluetooth wireless connection. The Pre has the technical ability to do these things, as it--like all data devices--has an internal modem that connects it to the network for using all the wonderful features--like the Pre's great web browser--that are so data-intensive.
Still, Sprint hasn't developed something like a simple add-on plan to provide for tethering on the Pre. This doesn't make sense from a marketing perspective or a technical perspective. Sprint has a device one can buy and use on a special plan that allows for five computers to connect to it via a localized, short-area-coverage, wi-fi connection.
Five computers! So if Sprint is worried about all those Pre users out there who might use tethering on their devices (Hypothetical) clogging up the data network, then why offer a device that can do it for five?
The Humble Fishe's Gentle Suggestion for Sprint: All of your customers who use the Pre understand about marketing, for most of us are very savvy at understanding cellular networks and handhelds, and the limitations of both.
What we don't always comprehend, is why such a basic feature like tethering--either via USB or Bluetooth--is unavailable on such an advanced device like the Pre?
Answering this question would help a lot of us--both technical users and laymen alike--comprehend where Sprint--our chosen carrier--is going with their thoughts. It also would help if you'd ask us--on the forums, especially--what we'd like to see and what features we'd like to use.
The way The Humble Fishe sees it, based on what I've read on the forums, as well as my own personal thoughts on the matter is this: Tethering Is Needed On The Pre.
That's all I'll say on this matter, out of politeness and respect. I've shared my Humble Thoughts on the matter. Sprint...The Rest Is Up To You.
Thanks for reading...THF
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