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The other day I was looking at some still pics I took on February 26, 2012…
I didn’t expect to see the blue orbs you can see in the photos… and I do not know what they are! I didn’t see them as I was taking the photographs…
I made a video of the various shots I took… If you look at the video, you’ll see the blue light moves around…
Here’s the link to the video:
so many layers to peel back
so many seasons to adjust
so many moods to center within
the rainbow’s reflected in the dust.
(I had one of those dreams this morning…)
It seems to be the only type of dream I remember these days…
I found myself in a world that so closely resembled this one, I wasn’t sure it was different.
But it was.
(If you’ve read any of the His Dark Materials series by Phillip Pullman, you know what I mean)Buildings there began spontaneously bursting into flames (no one was being hurt, thankfully… and no smoke… how cool!), and I knew that meant my time and work there were finished, and it was time to go.
So I called 911 on my mobile, and began to gather my things together, making sure I had the essentials:
…my journals, my bag with my pendulum-making supplies, and my bicycle…
I was done with the phone… no need for it any more.
In the past, in these dreams, I’ve always fretting about making sure I had my wallet as well. Not this time. No need.
As I walked up the hill, I remembered that my son was with me in this world, too.
And he looked exactly the same. Except his name was Wisco.
I found him at the transfer point, looking for me in the crowd. He had my bike! Good man!!!
We met amidst the bustle of confused people scurrying about, turned to walk together, and the dream ended.
It was a good dream.
Sometimes the delivery kills the message.
I can’t tell you – personally – the message that Fox News delivers, because I can’t stand to listen to or watch it.
I’ve been meditating (regularly) for 12 years – maybe longer. One thing I’ve learned from that practice is that anything that delivers aggressively disturbs my mind, and is not worth my time and energy.
I guess I’ve gotten pretty sensitive. If I walk into a room, even if the TV volume is muted, I often know right away if Fox News is playing. And I want to leave – immediately.
It’s kind of a shame, because I do know this: Fox News broadcasts people talking. And these people really – REALLY – want to be heard. But I’m not hearing them…
When someone gets in my face, I tune it out.
I figure that if they feel they have to brutally accost me with a riot mentality, then I’m probably better off not hearing what they have to say.
And the world – my world – is far better off without that energy.
Our world arises from our minds. What we absorb and pay attention to… that’s what manifests our world.
I want a world filled with thoughtful, considerate, well-researched objective journalism, that presents facts and credits the populace with the intelligence to reach their own conclusions.
I’m happy to consider anyone’s point of view; I just don’t like being bullied, so I refuse to participate.
When it’s all over but the shouting, the shouting tends to drown out the answers. When Fox News stops yelling, I’ll start listening.
