Bleep Hitting the Fan

Perhaps these economically oppressed times create more unity than divisiveness. The school of hard knocks has hit everyone I know including moi. But I believe in an outreached hand that serves others, thus serving self. The tribal societies knew how to handle drought and famine. The Amish clans gathered round, villages across the world rely on their seasoned strategies to pick themselves up as a family unit. This is not known well enough in the civilized world; in the United States of America.

I read the Wall Street Journal recently. Detroit Michigan is suffering. 900,000 people and they now have only 4 Starbucks. Dear God, they are forced to make their own coffee! No national grocery chain exists in the city and Borders bookstore is 40 miles away. I won't go into the outrage of crashing employment at 22.8% via the auto industry in Detroit. Thirty percent is on food stamps. These statistics, I've read, are the highest in our United States. Will these people move like caravans out of their home state? Or will they learn to farm and create co-ops? What kind of creativity are they aspiring to in order to offset their calamity? Will they sit and feel hopeless, helpless? What is the plan for these folks? Because all of America looks upon them with great compassion and wonder. How will a new life be created?

I have known many friends who have left their home post and planted themselves near country living in states where rivers and forests still reside. To have the sacred land your backyard playground seems unimaginable to city dwellers, if even to learn how to build, plant, nurture gardens for our birds and bees, for human nutrition. To me, that is returning the trust to Mother Earth, where it should be always given exclusively; not to the corporate collective greed of tearing down nature for more and more housing, roads, strip malls, mega malls.

At least we have control on these issues. There are things threatening the planet we have no control over, like the diminished solar activity which many solar physicists have theorized could be due to the breach in the magnetosphere. Some astronomical societies say their helioseismological equipment registers a jet stream deep inside the sun making it migrate slower. This puzzles them because it has been happening over 2 years. Magnetosphere breach disrupting the coronal holes of the sun? I know, its so hard to look outside of our everyday problems.

Have we entered a new phase of thinking about WHAT we should really think about?

Everything is a circle. Are we returning to our roots? I was raised on a massive farm in New Jersey. I have a deep yen to return to that peace. I was in touch with all of nature. That grounded me. Cell phones, loud pharmaceutical commercials, raging mufflers on the road, long lines to anywhere entertaining, extreme markup on food and necessities, computer addiction and such do not ground me. Was that another life to be reincarnated as the end of the circle? Baby boomers are restless. They basically do not know why until they go to an isolated campsite or a trip on a floating houseboat or a slide down a remote mountain. I used to feel like a bird when I skied at the top of June Mountain. All I could hear was the wind and the shoosh of snow. I remember telling myself, you are one with the mountain as I skied past squirrels in trees.

Am I going to take the dive when the bleep hits my fan? Well, I do know one thing. I will take the @#%& lemons and make lemonade.

Meaningful Lyrics

The Native Americans used to say, "Sound holds this world together". They were referring to the elements of sound, its tone and frequency. I am not a musician, though I would like to be and perhaps will fulfill that before I kiss this planet goodbye, but I do fall into the percentage of the listening public that knows when a certain sound resonates within. I go further. I believe in the lyrical component. What do the words really say and where is the emphasis?

Parents are outraged by certain rap verses and right they are because what changes the internal mindset or construct of a person, child, is the language that accompanies the beat of the drum. Now that we are blessed with internet, lyrics are easily obtained for any song. Youtube watchers can pick out a video that has lyrics flashing across the screen as well. Very cool for us baby boomers who strain to hear "huh? what was that word?" Now its in print because often, lyrics are not in the CD jacket anymore. And why not?

Just for fun I will list some of my favorite lyrics, and sorry you will have to just hum the tune of the song. Stop and Stare by One Republic: "Stop and stare, I think I'm moving but I go nowhere, yeah I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be, Stop and Stare, you start to wonder why you're here not there and you'd give anything to get whats fair, but fair ain't what you really need, oh you don't need." Our kids trying to grow older may be pushed to think this way. Its a window into the soul of that kind of kid.

Praying for Time by George Michael: I must admit I also enjoyed the Carrie Underwood rendition on American Idol. "These are the days of the open hand, they will not be the last, Look around now, These are the days of the beggars and the choosers, This is the year of the hungry man, whose place is in the past, hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses, the rich declare themselves poor and most of us are not sure, if we have too much but we'll take our chances cause God stopped keeping score . . ." Wow, well that packed it in didn't it? It finished with " Its hard to love, there's so much hate, hanging onto hope, when there is no hope to speak of and wounded skies above say its much too late." And to think this song was composed long before we experienced the downshaft of economy in our nation/world.

Remember Into the West by Annie Lennox (credit roll Lord of the Rings )? "What can you see, on the horizon, why do the white gulls call? Across the sea, a pale moon rises, the ships have come to carry you home. Dawn will turn to silver glass, a light on the water, all souls pass, into the west." Okay, this is a 3 hankie song. Sometimes I feel it was written to memorialize a soul making its transition to the next world.

There is a new one now that stirs the soul. A Note To God by Charise. She didn't compose it but her mighty voice is startling. " Give us the strength to make it through, help us find love cause love is overdue, and it looks like we haven't got a clue. Need some help from you, grant us the faith to carry on, give us hope when it seems all hope is gone, cause it seems like so much is going wrong, on this road we're on." Whew! I guarantee whoever hears this will be stopped. The momentum it creates rocks the inside of your chest wall. I sit back and think about lyrics that are the cause and eruption of what resonates as truth within my heart. I think it is a way for us to re-think our living and believing. I bow before any musical composer or singer who can translate this language of the soul to the people of this world. I think the most unfair experience is to be deaf. The deaf community is exempt from the beauty of song. How is their world held together?

Change Your Mind, Change The World

One of the important risks we take in life is expressing ourselves in print; a greeting card, a discussion forum, a script or a book, a school essay, the Q and A of the local newspaper's editorial column, a letter to someone we love ( or hate ), a poster or sign, a journal or diary we keep in our drawer, or an internet blog. There is where I will begin.

Why blog? Why not? We all have something to say or spit saliva about. But for those who think not, it may not necessarily be the end of the journey. Musicians express through chords. Singers express through song. Painters through art. Sculptors through sculpting. I just may be the person who has always thought that writing evokes emotion that feels more lasting and complete. A way to sum up our thoughts in a more concrete way that is ours, not shared or copied or capitalized on.

Beginning with the idea of changing your mind captures the essence of progression and growth and its exactly the surprise we can give ourselves that ignites our flame. Whatever that flame is.

Here is the interesting thing most people may not know about mind. It is not part of the brain which resides in the confines of the skull in the human frame that receives and sends messages. Mind is quantum and exists where only quantum can exist; outside the human body, in the electrical field. Wow. Now that puts a whole new slant on things. Could it be that mind can access the knowledge of the cosmos? Could it be that mind could possess the particles of all healing as it resides in the grid of light? Wow again.

I learned something about the DNA. We were all taught that DNA is in the nucleus of the cell. It is the protein making ( synthesizing ) machine of our bodies. Here is where it becomes fascinating. By drawing transcendentally on the Quantum Potential residing in the electrical field ( black hole, white hole) through the idea of perception/belief, we can change how the cell membrane changes shape and how the DNA will respond. Read the book THE BIOLOGY OF BELIEF by Dr. Bruce Lipton and further, VIRUS OF THE MIND by Richard Brodie.Bottom line, what you believe changes your mind and changes how you perceive something. All translates to health and how the cells respond.

Do I believe by changing an energy frequency changes the world? I do. Each particle washes over many particles that are privy to our touch, our vision, our exhanges. One thread of many interweaving in the giant grid.