Trickle Down to Grandma and Grandpa

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Good Morning,
This is Tuesday, a very nice Spring Day and almost type of summer day. I feel good and mom is off today.She is surfing online at the moment and I am about to go out on the deck and enjoy the morning and a cup of coffee.

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Changing Your Mind

The society we live in is fast paced.

So I have found it necessary to change my mind from time to time.

After work I usually head home, I move right to the bathroom.

In the lower left hand drawer is where my extra minds are stored.

My work mind is filled with water tables, rainfalls, three day predictions,

"Yes sir, can we help you?", and other factors that let the river flow free.

My home mind, cleans up around the house, talks to cats,

pleases or not pleases Laurel, watches the latest ball games, etc.

My space mind wanders around the house looking at

fish tanks, doorknobs, empty bowls, sunrises and sunsets.

This last mind is by far the most pleasurable, since pleasure finds its

way to the most discreet areas of my body just

by laughing and thinking good thoughts.

***

Peace

I am constantly looking for a rush of words that will bring my emotions to a heightened state of euphoria.

So I read a book, go out and view the early morning, scan the Internet. I am chasing a dream.

I am constantly finding that peace, that state of being, that euphoria.

Every morning I awake, every morning I search.

Sometimes there is a moment where I just see like a child lost in a dream, Tomas did you hear me?

The teacher comes by and says, “ Tomas did you hear the question?”

Someone please tap my shoulder.

Awaken me from this moment of peace.

Nothing would be done if we all found that moment of peace.

No wars could be fought if we all found that moment of peace.

Some of us can carry that moment thought-out the day.

An aura of bliss carried on our shoulders like a comforting knapsack.

We can dig the weeds, assemble the work, draw the painting, and write the word.

All we need is the awakening moment, the reminder, the warm chill that emanates deep in our

being to come forward like the blood that flows to our brain.

We are constantly showing others our moment hoping that they will see it.

Share it be part of it.

It is a good vibration; a warm movement of blood; a good state of mind; it is peace.

Peace

***

A package of Christmas cards came in the mail in my dreams.

They were signed in large sweeping illegible script.

I awoke with a start, completely confused.

The package provided no clue as to where or of whom they were from.

The return address provided no clue as to where they had come from?

I am totally confused.

Today is the seventeenth of December and that dream is very disturbing.

Not in a dangerous way but in the pile of mud it places before me.

Life is very clear, clean and crisp.

The light shines in though the windows giving life.

And that package of thought plowed to the top of my sleeping mind and awoke me.

Do we all see thoughts like these and do people really spit on our thoughts?

This is certianly not a thought that should be put online.

This is almost as disturbing as watching the war on television.

Where should my mind go?

There are clear places on the earth where life is simple, crisp and clean.

And there are places that are encrusted with hate and

that cancerous hate burns at the earth.

Will water and good sense heal the wounds?

Will the power of the Holiday Spirit stop the violence?

Is this Holiday only a day marked on the calendar to cease the violence?

Can this day of “Peace on Earth” be extended or

do we have more pressing matters to attend too?

The choice seems to lie with the Muslin leaders of the earth.

The choice seems to lie with the Christian leaders of the earth.

Are they going to surrender to god and stand still for peace?

***

Standing Still for Peace.

A man watches the world.

He looks intense, standing still, he is aware.

He looks at every movement before him.

He reads the signs of the day, he has not moved.

There is an internal stillness, he is waiting, patiently, standing watch.

***

Your thoughts fall like golden oak leaves.

Like golden rain they carpet the ground beneath my feet.

I pick them up and use them.

I paste them on the line with wooden pins.

***

What are the parameters for peace on this planet?

One is the ability for all human beings

to have faith in peace and how that is to be achieved.

To achieve peace we need our

bodies to put the energy created by our adrenaline to good work.

And if our bodies have a desire or rush to harm another human then

there has to be something/or someone stronger to

believe in that will put your body in the correct frame of mind.

***

I sat on the plane writing this thought:

How many of us live in a safe haven? Our protective shell, our home in a nutshell. Peace and safety surrounding our being. How does this cave of modern times differ from the time of bears breaking into our cabin and confronting us? We still deal with earthquakes, rains and tides but our relative safety is quite good. How did we ever get to this place of comfort where the local government does not pry into our being? We hear about the rampage but the flooded waters move elsewhere.

As the plane landed a strange site appeared in my view. People were standing like statues looking like an abstract painting in orange. Some stood on bandanas, some on rifles. They were scattered about like droppings from a plane.

So what is going on I ask? Someone handed me a folded paper with writing on it.

The paper said,

"Orders from a higher authority:

You can go to work and slay beef, fowl or pork. Not to many folks say what you do is evil. You provide a service for the folks in your neighborhood. You can on occasion just decide you have had enough and call work and say, " I won't be in today." You take the day off and enjoy what life gives you. You made a decision, a simple decision.

The folks in this land and that land can lay their weapons down on the ground and stand on them at attention. They can contemplate peace. They can stand thirty soldiers deep. They can stand and think and do nothing but fight for peace in their solitude. They can stand erect until every muscle in there body aches for peace. They can let every killing emotion pass through their system of thought. They can stand still until peace comes over their bodies. Some will want to strangle the veined throat of their neighbor but they must stand still for peace. This is a very painful process as they look down at their killing weapons. They must follow orders they are now soldiers for peace.

They must stand still for peace."

The sun was hot. Heat wavered over the red earth.

The shine of wet skin could be seen for miles.

Our higher authority had given the order.

The earth looked like hell.

For as far as you could see they had come, so there they stood.

Most were in agony.

The physical and mental adjustments were excruciating.

Bodies were shaking internally.

They were ordered to stand still and at attention, so they stood.

Acres of aches stood still.

Emotion reverberated in their minds but they had orders.

They would stand until they got it right.

A lifetime of hate was being forced to the surface.

He was ordered to stand still.

He was told that peace would come.

He was wired like steel.

He had the strength to endure this pain and he would.

He was ordered to do so.

He stood like a statue, with his weapon or bandana under his feet.

Peace and Goodwill Prevail.

They are going to surrender to god and stand still for peace.

These orders came from a higher authority.