Imagine a concert with Aretha Franklin, Tina Turner, and Patti LaBelle singing songs together. That will never happen now.
Imagine a show with Robin William, Jim Carey, and Howie Mandel improvising together. Again, it will never happen.
(It’s still possible for Tina Turner and Patti LaBelle to do a comedy show, and Jim Carey and Howie Mandel to sing songs at a concert.)
No disrespect to Aretha Franklin, but the world did not end when she died. Yet the media would have us believe that the music industry is finished because of her passing.
It was the same when Robin Williams died on August 11, 2014. (Has it been 4 years already?) And it’s the same when any famous person dies. The media go on and on and on as if the world won’t go on.
As the old saying goes, “The cemeteries are full of people the world could not do without.”
I once read about a man who communicated with an elf. The elf could not understand why the man had books. The man explained that the books were for knowledge. The elf said that the books were not necessary because all knowledge was available from within.*
Many times I have received knowledge from within—even for simple practical purposes. Recently, I was not sure how to do certain functions on my cell phone. As a fumbled about, the right things to do just came to me. All I knew about cooking quinoa was the two-to-one water-to-quinoa ratio. I did not know how to cook it and was unable to get online. I followed knowledge from within and later discovered that it was the same as the instructions online. Wow!
The above are just two recent examples. There have been many including spiritual wisdom and guidance coming from within.
Trusting knowledge from within strikes fear in those who need black-and-white instructions from outside authorities. These people do not trust themselves, and they do not trust Nature. They would never do anything without the rigid rules from an expert. They plan everything with no room for improvisation. To each his or her own.
I love not knowing and then discovering things on my own! It’s like the thrill of a roller coaster or jumping from a plane. It’s scary, but fun.
I love books, but I agree with the elf that they are not necessary. Oh, the treasures that await us when we access the knowledge from beyond by going within.
* I am not sure, but this story may have been in The Magic of Findhorn by Paul Hawken
On October 17, 2018, Canada will legalize marijuana. Here’s a quote from the Liberal government’s election platform:
“To ensure that we keep marijuana out of the hands of children, and the profits out of the hands of criminals, we will legalize, regulate, and restrict access to marijuana.”
The government already regulates and restricts access to alcohol. Has this stopped underage drinking? Has this stopped people from profiting from the illegal sale of booze?
The government already regulates and restricts access to tobacco. Has this stopped underage smoking? Has this stopped people from profiting from the illegal sale of cigarettes.
Why doesn’t the government give the real reason for legalizing pot?
“We envy criminals who make lots of money from selling marijuana, and we want a piece of the action.”
If the government honestly believes that legalizing marijuana will keep it away from children and stop criminals from profiting, then smoke has clouded the government’s thinking.
I received a text on my cell phone:
Gouv Canada: There was money missing on your last tax refund, claim the funds at: http://validation-s3cure.info/%233hz [sic]
This link is a “Deceptive Site.” Deceptive sites are designed to get you to reveal personal information such as passwords or credit card numbers.
Nice fucking try! The government can keep the money and use it to investigate scams.
Unfortunately, I deleted the text before making note of the telephone number.
“Where do words come from?” That question popped into my mind when I awoke from my afternoon nap today. I was not sure what to blog about and asked for inspiration before my nap.
I remember part of the dream I had during my nap. This dream had something about me taking a memory course. That’s all I remember. Then I awoke with the thought, “Where do words come from?”
Here’s what I think:
Words are ideas, but ideas are not always words. So, words come from the same place that ideas come from.
At the center of the Universe is the Idea Generator. The Idea Generator runs on creativity of which there is a never-ending supply. The Idea Generator transmits ideas throughout the Universe just like radio waves. This is why two or more people can have the same idea thinking that they’re being original. They do not realize that they tuned into the same radio station as the others who received the same idea.
So, words are ideas, and ideas come from the Idea Generator at the center of the Universe. Thus, words come from the Idea Generator at the Universe’s center. You won’t need a memory course to remember this.
I love shaving! I used to hate it until I started using a shaving mug and brush. What fun using the mug and brush to whip up a rich lather! What pleasure applying this rich lather to my face and head! Every time I shave I feel like a little boy playing with his daddy’s shaving stuff.
There is one thing I love about shaving and I don’t know why. I love looking at the clumps of hair and lather floating in the sink each time I rinse my razor. The bigger the clumps, the more I love looking at them.
The only thing I don’t like about shaving is when I have to empty the sink. How sad to see the clumps of hair and lather disappear down the drain. But, how comforting to know that soon I will have to shave again.
I made it! I kept breathing, and eating occasionally, and I made it!
I have blogged before how I played with a Ouija Board in 1973. It said that I would die the first week of August, 2018. It is now August 8th and I am not dead. What a relief!
I worried a lot about the Ouija Board’s prediction as the first week of August got closer and closer. Family and friends told me that I should not worry about it, but I could not help it. I worried. It is easy for people to lecture me on how I should feel rather than simply accept me and my feelings.
When I awoke on August 1, I had the feeling, “It’s not going to happen.” I did not worry as much about dying, after August 1, because of this feeling. Still, I knew I would have complete relief at 12:01 am on August 8th.
Now, I am born again. This second birth is easier because I can walk, I can feed myself, and I am toilet-trained. My days, my hours, my moments are full of hope! I give thanks that the Ouija Board was wrong.
So, why was the Ouija Board wrong? My sources tell me that the spirit that possessed the Ouija Board, in 1973, was once a human being who worked as a weather forecaster.
Another violent act. The media are calling this one, “The Deadly Danforth Shooting.”
On Sunday July 22, around 10 p.m., Faisal Hussain shot 15 people near Danforth and Logan. The area is also known as “Greektown.” Two people died and the rest are in the hospital.
I would like to hear what my smug Canadian friends have to say. In the past they have said, “We don’t have the mass shootings here because our gun laws are better than the laws in the United States.”
So, how come our superior gun laws did not prevent Faisal Hussain from getting a gun? He had mental health issues. What is he doing with a gun? How come our superior gun laws have not stopped the spike in shootings? (Isn’t it ironic that this shooting happened the first weekend the police had extra patrols to stop the surge of gun violence in Toronto?)
No matter how many laws you pass, you won’t stop crazy people from committing violent acts. I am not implying that you do nothing, but there is only so much you can do. If people want to get guns and do damage, then the law may slow them down. It won’t stop them.
As I wrote this at the Northern District Library, I watched a man gnaw an empty coffee cup. He did not eat the whole cup. There was still a quarter of the cup left. Perhaps he saved the rest of the cup for later.
Will this man, one day, go into a coffee shop and lose it because people are not eating their empty coffee cups? Will he pick up a chair and start beating people, killing some and injuring others? Then, will the government pass a law banning chairs in coffee shops to prevent such acts from taking place in the future?
The first week of August is getting closer. Many years ago, a Ouija Board predicted that I would die the first week of August, 2018. I am still borrowing library books, so part of me thinks it will not happen.
“What does it all matter?” This question pops up when I think about my life and the possibility of dying soon. I know my life matters to family and friends. I know my life matters to the income-tax people. But will my life matter when family and friends and the income-tax people are long gone? Years from now, will it matter that I lived and died, and died with library books due?
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- – Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)
When I was a child, the Toronto Dominion Bank had a slogan: The bank where people make the difference. I was the only one who thought this slogan was silly. People would shrug their shoulders when I said so. Would there be a bank if it was not for people?
Fast-food restaurant A & W has a slogan: Home of the Burger Family. The original Burger Family was Baby Burger, Teen Burger, Mama Burger and Papa Burger. A modern-day Burger family could also be Baby Burger, Teen Burger, Mama Burger and Mama Burger, or Baby Burger, Teen Burger, Papa Burger and Papa Burger.
Whatever members form the Burger family, it’s a huge family to keep up the supply of hamburgers for customers to eat. Either it’s a huge family, or the Burger family can infinitely clone itself.
What family would choose a place to live where it constantly gets eaten by carnivores? I asked several people this question. They shrugged their shoulders.