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UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.  |
Blog City Prompt: It wasn't going to be easy but some one has to tell her/him... Make it your own... LETTER TO EVANGELINE Everything you read here is a lie, but I know you'll never believe that. But if I tell you the truth, what good will it do me? You think you can out guess me every single time…well, don't believe it! Our Mother lied to us about Father's connection to the bank in Morocco. He really did have a position on their Board of Directors. He was a stock holder in two or three companies that sell specialized drugs for aging prevention that were distributed through the black market in Libya. Evangeline, do you get it yet? Our Father was a first class liar, and Mother covered for him right up until he disappeared with the 600 million. So, with all that going on, what should I tell you? I know you were upset, but all that crying and screaming at me only made you lose your voice, and you looked awful with red, weepy eyes. Really. Everyone at Wilma's engagement party though you were on some kind of drugs. Mother lied, Father lied. That's the truth. Believe it or not. Now, the missing millions are slowly turning up in Idaho and western Wyoming. Somehow the Feds have a tracking on the numbers. I think our Father has changed his name and is living the high life somewhere in the mountains. And he's not alone. There have been a lot of credit card charges for very expensive lingerie and women's beauty products. It's either that, or Dad has finally gone off the deep end and is having the sex change he always joked about. Mother is a different matter. She has taken Father's position on several of those drug companies and is currently in Paris having some kind of special treatments to preserve her youth. She looks more like your sister than your parent, believe me. She claims she's running out of money, but I think she is blackmailing Father threatening to reveal his hideout in Wyoming. And that certainly doesn't stop her from playing around with those college boys over at the university. Ha, didn't know about that did you? So how would you like to have all your dear friends learn that you are related to that embezzling thief and a cradle-robbing dilettante? You did notice that your monthly check from the trust keeps coming? The money for that just popped in like it always does. There is your choice: accept the money that comes from criminal activities or disown the family. So, Evangeline, my dear sister, if you don't want to accept all this terrible behavior of our Mum and Dad and all the lies, I suggest you change your name, move to Florida and disappear like I have done. Of course, I wouldn't be caught dead in Florida. Your loving brother, John Smith Someone had to tell her...>>>iggy  ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable **   |
| Today's prompt is outside my experience of the American and British media world, which is centered around television programs. As I've written before, I do not have television on the sailboat, and have not really watched television since I left Iran (one & a half years ago). And that was not a lot of Western TV. Connection here is by Internet, and that is limited by bandwidth, which means even YouTube often has a difficult time loading. Like two seconds of video requires one minute of the maddening 'loading' signal. I'm not complaining. Been without it for long enough to not miss it. It is just the way it is. Of course satellite cable television is here and available for a price, if there is a cable installed. I have friends who have big screen and some program is always on. However, I'm aware that they rarely watch or listen. They talk over the programs all the time. A group of friends have a loud, lively conversation with an unnoticed background of loud movies, news, sports, etc. I'm always trying to split my concentration to see what's going on the TV. It was the same in Tehran. No one ever paid any attention. The opposite is the personal attention given to their phones, and this behavior seems to be universal. Conversation comes to a dead stop when a new text or social network contact call arrives. Total priority is given to the phone no matter where they are or what they were doing. Go figure. On the positive side, it does require a mind to be active, not passive. I see very small children, a little over one-year old, able to manuver a phone touch screen. And as they grow, they do have to learn how to type and spell to get a correct response from a computer. I wonder if they will ever learn how to hand write and print? Or is that destined to be an artistic skill? I guess the idea to to adapt...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: "If you don't don't know where you are going, any road will take you there." George Harrison Do you agree? But what about where you don't want to go? Or is that even a consideration? Peer group influence and dominant friends are hard to say no to. Big trouble could happen, or is the risk worth it? George also says: But oh Lord we pay the price With the spin of the wheel and the roll of the dice Ah yeah you pay the price And if you don't know where you're going Any road will take you there. If you're ready for the consequences? Sometimes you're way down that road before you cry why me? George is right. Become a victim and make no decisions. The road is always open. Some of us know...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: "When life offers you a dream so far beyond your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end." DREAM is a word that means so many different things that a specific dream must have a detailed description. A dream is connected to hope, A dream is a wish, A dream is a yearning, A dream is desire, A dream is a fantasy, A dream is a possibility, A dream is a vision, A dream is an ideal, A dream is salvation, A dream is survival A dream is the opposite of REALITY. Dream on, but remember you are still responsible for your reality. Is it not a waste of energy to grieve for a lost dream? I believe when a dream becomes a plan of action toward a goal, the dream disolves into something much more real and possible! Dream on...>>>iggy PS: Yesterday my mind did not wander, but my Internet did. Dependability is not Wi-Fi in Belize! ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: Do you think music has a magical effect on the mind? How? I don't think the effect is magical, although sometimes it appears so. I believe we are wired to respond to sounds of all kinds. They are finding that even our DNA contains the structure of language, the basis of all communications. Music, especially rhythms, effects human kinetic senses and demand that the body responds. As you see in almost all cultures there is dance or some kind of rhythmic movement. The use of instruments and human voices is developed to an extraordinary level of complexity. The Western world is different from the Eastern worlds as far as sounds and styles. Comfort depends where you grew up. As children learn language(s) at a very early age, they also develop nerve pathways that are strengthened for the music they hear everyday. It's possible that infants still in the womb are responding to music and sounds. My experience includes years of piano lessons, then years of composing background music for theater productions, then television production. When I moved I had to give up my keyboards. (miss them) When combined with images the effect is where the magic happens. In good films, one is rarely aware of the music although it is enhancing the emotional or dramatic effect on your mind. Of course for the composer, it is a calculated, designed intention that it will have that effect. For producers, directors, composers, choreographers---music is one of the most powerful tools. Listen to the sounds...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: Do you remember the thrill of meeting the person you thought was right for you? Do you think your story stands the test of time or are the circumstances locked in the moment when it happened? Was their ultimate joy or sadness with this experience.? Here's a first meeting that could be love at first sight. an excerpt from Knights of Sparrow, The Wedding for Peace Finally the music and voices reached a prayerful suspense which sustained as the assembled hundreds strained to see the glittering, veiled figure of Princess Eleanor Dorvean. Her cape and train, also pure white, bore the filigree-bordered sunburst of God’s Light in countless diamonds and rubies. Eleanor’s walk seemed stiff and uncomfortable. Belline realized the slight girl was pulling the excessive weight of the cape and train. Her face was hidden by the veil, but Belline knew the expression, like her father, would be determined. They’ll never break her, but what an education she must have received from old Rudegund once they knew the treaty and marriage were possible… and certainly inevitable. It's not fair to her. She’s so young! Kneeling beside Adrian, Eleanor looked straight ahead. High Priest Petroc stood to begin the ceremony. In the oppressive heat of candles, the silent crowd---Carfanians and Nostromians alike---focused their hopes and imaginations on visions of peace. Belline hoped with all her being that the promise could be fulfilled. She tried to see everything to remember the moment. Petroc’s voice sang in prayerful chant, echoed by the chorus. Finally, after the last chorus of "Divide Not Our Love", the High Priest signaled for the royal couple to stand. The ladies Dean and Julie rushed forward to readjust Eleanor’s heavy garments, and then gently remove the veil. A mass of dark, auburn hair flowed down her back, crowned with tiny white flowers woven into the diamond coronet. Belline couldn’t hold back her tears when Eleanor and Adrian finally faced each other, reaching to hold hands. She could see Adrian’s expression when he saw his bride for the first time. He looked stunned. Eleanor carried the best traits of both her mother and father which blended into breathtaking perfection. Adrian repeated the vows of King-to-take-a-wife in a loud, strong voice. Eleanor spoke her vows in a barely audible tone. Once again the chorus sang of love and devotion. Belline could feel Ludger shifting uncomfortably beside her, and once, Angus groaned. The High Priest stood above them on the step of his throne, arms spread wide. “As husband and wife, as King and Queen, as bringers of peace to the world, may the blessing of God’s Light fall upon you in all its glory!” On his words, the huge dome covers pulled away in a roar of canvas rollers. The full brilliance of a bright, sunny day at noon flooded the platform transforming the white and diamonds into a blinding vision. Bells rang merging with a choral crescendo joined by the cheers from those inside and the multitudes outside. Belline and Ludger followed King Rudegund and Queen Celona into the blinding sunlight to embrace the new couple while Petroc and his priests stood smiling benevolently. A political wedding where the bride and groom had never seen each other before. Will it be love or a disaster? Write on...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
I've asked you before about being stranded on a desert island, but what I've not asked you... Would you thrive in solitude or would you focus all your time on returning civilization? In the early days, before I got the snowmobile, I had to walk the two miles home to my Earthship home on Casper Mountain. Winter at 8,500 feet started in late November and lasted until sometime after May 1st. The road was plowed to a parking area, and beyond that it was groomed for snowmobiles on top of the snow pack. Nice to walk on. If you stepped off the edge it was soft snow about three to four feet deep. Not fun. I worked in town and had to travel home after dark. You know there are no street lights in the wilderness. Part of the snowmobile track ran through a very dark pine forest. Walking alone, bundled up in boots, snow pants and a hooded parka, the only sound is the swish-swish of the clothing as one walks. This was solitude of a certain kind. Another was leaving the groomed track and stepping down onto my own snow trail through the trees that led to my home. Narrow, but packed down from daily trips, it wound around the pines into the Aspens that surround the Earthship. The open areas of show were much deeper with side trails where I'd dragged in cut timber for the stove. In front of the house the snow pack was way over the top of my little car. Maybe six feet or more. The entrance to the house was down into a canyon of shoveled snow to reach the door. Happiness was that first cup of coffee and watching the TV news, if I remembered to knock the snow off the satellite dish. I lived two winters up there. The second year I had a great snowmobile that waited beside a barn near the parking area. I zoomed home in fifteen minutes instead of the forty-five minutes to one hour it took by foot. Solitude is OK if you're ready for it. Now in Belize, I have warm memories of my solitude it Wyoming. Stay warm everyone...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: "Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together." Eugene Ionesco. Playwright How do you feel about this? The ideology of an ideologue can be quite idiotic. Sometimes they are idealistic, other times they are an idolator. Being identical is important or it's to be avoided at all costs. Dreams are what we wish we were: the idyllic vision. Anguish is an identification with the failure of idealism. The separation of ideologies is one of the causes of war. It doesn't matter once they have reached the refugee camp, there is only anguish. Peace...>>>iggy I'm sorry I never completed the lavender sunset. The outdoor restaurant where I had diner last evening had a view of a soft pink and lavender sunset that glowed among the clouds. Quite beautiful. ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: Do you think wishful thinking, dreams, and illusions for what’s to come might spoil future happiness? Or, on the other hand, is it the dreams and positivity that ensure future happiness? I believe that wishful thinking, dreaming, and having illusions about the future have NOTHING to do with happiness now or in the future. A truly happy person knows who they are. They like themselves and are satisfied with what they do, where they are, and what they have. To top it off they love someone and are loved in return. You notice that the Media keeps plugging away at the impossible illusions that many people turn into dreams of future happiness...if only... Our consumer culture pushes for what you don't have. Many unhappy dreamers have lots of stuff and if only they had more... Hair, face, body---iif only it all could be different. Do you like yourself? Or is the illusion better? Clothes, cars, houses, girlfriend-boyfriend, neighborhoods, if only... Notice the real world once in a while...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
Blog City Prompt: What do you think of water? What are the impressions it brings to your mind? California culture includes much water as an expression of wealth and lifestyle (maybe hidden behind a mortgage?) It seems that every rich person's home includes a swimming pool. The swim in it, they sun bathe beside it, it is the place of entertainment, drinking, and eating. In the past I house-sat for several years with a pool. I can tell you that pool maintenance is not a joke---constant cleaning, skimming, chemicals, filtering and worrying about the robot that is scrubbing the bottom. Then the racoons insisted on using the pool to clean their food. Living in the Wyoming wilderness on top of a mountain depended on the winter snows for the water supply. A large cistern had to be filled with clean, fresh snow. There always was a ready supply, often four to six feet deep. Shoveled into the cistern it melted slowly and provided water until the next winter. Filtered and boiled for consumption, and a solar heater provided hot water for the bath and laundry. The abundance of water came with heavy physical effort. The first time in Belize, we lived in a rural estate that had a well. Only half mile from the ocean, the well water was sweet, but with a high concentration of sediment. Again filtered and boiled to drink. The second time in Belize (now) I live on a sailboat surrounded by the saltwater of the Caribbean. In the marina we get city water that is chlorinated and carrying some sediment. So once again it is filtered but becomes the best drinking water I've had for a long time. Go figure. The tides rising and falling every day are always present. Our marina is connected to an inland lagoon so it flushes all the water in and out every day with a strong current flowing flowing at the marina entrance. Sometimes ;the manatees come in to visit, plus some really big fish. And right now my nose ;is peeling from sunburn. The sun reflects off the ocean waves when sailing, making the ocean into a giant sun reflector. (coconut oil reduced the damage) I'm trying four glasses of plain water on an empty stomach when waking before coffee and food. It's beneficial if you wait an hour before that first cup of java! Water is a constant in my life...>>>iggy ** Image ID #1264233 Unavailable ** |
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