Truthfulness, Justice, Freedom, Respect…

Category: Miscellaneous

When We Wonder Why

When things go wrong we may feel
“It’s my fault… is something I’m doing causing this?”

If this feeling is true,
it may be that we really are the cause.

Whether moving, speaking, listening, eating,
breathing, seeing, touching, smelling,
thinking, wishing/wanting, feeling, etc.
It may be that we are
doing the right thing the wrong way or for the wrong reason,
doing the wrong thing for any reason,
or (not) doing for no reason…
while, in addition (and perhaps more importantly)
often forgetting that we choose to do
this or that thing,
this or that way,
for this or that reason.

07/04/17 – SprinklinThoughts

Watching or Walking

Ever heard the expression “we are all actors upon the stage of life”?

Well… Before I get into this, for those of you who are into the neutering thing, according to Websters Dictionary an actor is “one that acts”…. notice that no gender is implied? Good.


It seems to me that if we are all actors on the stage of life, and I happen to be a member of the audience (or acting as such) and I truly do not like or agree with the acting on stage, then as an audience member, the civilized thing to do is get up quietly and just walk out (of the particular play, not life). Of course this is assuming that nothing of harm is going on. So why is the audience arguing & fighting instead of watching or walking?


Horse Power

Stuck here in the prison of my mind,
finding all that I could find.
Standin’ in my room, with nothin’ to do;
but plenty t’be done, and still be true.
Got a PC, it’s called an HP…
Horse Power on the wire, that’s for me.
Not enough HP to go a walkin,
so today fav spot is not talkin’.
Life in the city, could be a crime,
with too many people lookin’ for a dime.
The spot for today, where I’ll be,
is in my room, takin’ in some scenery.


Journeys of Zender — Dealing With the Bad Guys

It was almost dawn. Zender, older now, more experienced, and with spirit ascending, was out much later than he normally liked, but it had been necessary.

As he walked through the cool, autumn fog that was forming in little pockets along the road, a car came up from behind him and drove by. But further on it turned around and came back toward him.

“Oh, oh,” thought Zender.

Despite his uneasiness, he was awed by the beauty of the sparkling reflections of the lone street light in the droplets of fog upon the hood of the moving car. That is, until the car stopped across from him on the other side of the street.

A young man jumped out, ran up to Zender, and waving a knife, he barked, “Hey you! Give me all your money! Right now! Or I’ll do ya!”

“Whoa now! Just let me get my wallet out, K?” replied Zender, calmly.

“Hurry up man! Do it!”

“Yeah… Look, I can see you’re kind of desperate here so let me see if maybe I can help a bit, K?”

The mugger hesitated a fraction of a second, looking at Zender with a fleeting quizzical expression. Then he hollered, “What? What the fuck you talkin’ about! Just hand over the money!”

Slowly, Zender reached for the wallet in his left back pocket. “I’m getting it see? Moving slow so’s you don’t get rattled, K? Listen, I have a proposal for you.”

“What the fuck is a pro-pos-al? Just give me you’re fuckin money man!”

“Almost there, K? Look… you can mug me and risk going to jail for what, maybe a few bucks I might have in my wallet? Or, what if instead, I give you some money… free and clear… as a gift. That way you get the money without robbing me. And if you think about it, that’s a heckuva better deal than going to jail.”

“Huh? What the fuck you talkin about asshole?”

“Just that you can mug me or you can accept a charitable gift and get the cash without mugging me… or…”

“Or what? You gonna a-rrest me? Just shut the fuck up and hand over the wallet!”

“Nope, not just yet… like I was saying, or I can just look you in the eye, like this… and inform you that you should notice…” In his peripheral vision, Zender watched a small bluish light, like a miniature star, come shooting down from the sky toward them. “…notice right about now…” as the shooting star touched the hood’s hand. ”…that your hand and the knife are immobilised.”

As a realization formed in his mind, the young thief’s expression changed from anger to a rising unsurety. A moment later he tried to move his hand. Nope. Neither his hand nor the weapon would budge. He tried stepping forward. His body and arm moved, but the hand did not – as if it were frozen fast to an immovable pole. He tried backing up. Couldn’t. Then he tried twisting his body around his hand… his body moved but his hand would not budge and all he managed to do was produce a sharp pain in his wrist.

“Careful bud, you might hurt yourself. You see, your hand, and the weapon of course, are anchored in space. Nothing you can do will make it move… sort of like being a solid part of a massive invisible rock wall. Get it? So if you try to move too hard, you might actually break your wrist… or maybe worse, accidentally tear it right off… so I’d be careful, K?”

“I’m gonna kill you you sick fuck!”

“Really? K… How? And perhaps if you try, something else may happen…” Another bluish-white shooting start glided in and touched the thief’s chest. “…like your lungs could freeze up… making it very difficult to breathe. K?”

A slight gulp, a look of fear, and then a nod… while slight tremors shimmered over his body.

“K, good. Now here’s the deal. You can stay here, stuck like this for a very long time, or you can maybe have your hand cut off so you can go home. Gory, I know… definitely not a great scenario. Or… to alleviate your present difficulty, like I said, you can accept my charitable cash donation and you go home. End of episode. Which would you prefer?”

The kid gulped again and said, “OK! Whatever you want you crazy fuck! Hey look, you can even keep your money… just let me go!”

“K… So here’s oh… I don’t know… how about two twenties? That good? Yeah, that should do it. K, here you go. No not that hand, not yet. It won’t move remember? Try the other one. Now, while I have your attention… if you believe in God… or if you don’t… I suggest you think about why and what that means… especially in light of what’s happened here.”

Then, having never touched the hoodlum, Zender released him, and sent him on his way, “K, now go… and hey! Remember what Jesus said, ‘go and sin no more’.”

The kid’s jaw was slack and his mouth hung open loosely… as if he had some extra empty space between his ears. But he managed to nod and turn away, walked back to the car, eased in, and drove off slowly.

Zender took a deep breath, serenely exhaled, and whispered, “Well I guess that’s one way to ‘nourish the people’… thank you Father. ” Then he turned and continued on his way home, the light fog swirling gently around his feet.


Fair Warning

He was once a tall oak tree
Standing, one hundred years bold.
Now he seeks air to breathe
Decrepit and old.

Look at what you’ve done
Hey! Look what you’ve done.
You beautiful people
So mean and so cold.

He was once a clear blue stream
Clear, cold, and clean.
Now he’s just a hole
So dirty and mean.

Look at what you’re doing
Look at what you’re doing
You silly ol’ people
So stupid and mean.

Well now He’s a comin’
A comin’ to see.
And He’ll start you a goin’
To follow that dream.

Look at what’s a comin’
You people so crazed
‘Cause now He’s a comin’
Comin’ to collect whats due.


A Micro Macro Universal Mini

His hands in motion glowing energy exude
move small molecules from there to here
as if just ping pong balls, floating in the air…
his task for healing to promote is.

Galaxies and universe, planets and suns
places he more ping pong balls somewhere
radiant energy becoming through his hands…
an exercise for lessons to learn it all is.

The small, the large, and the in between
moves he each then, now, at same time
every one time and he becoming one…
spinning eternal loop sphere, burst of life.

Wrapped this all in gift ribbon he did
then gave to us it, as secret thus
of an is to come, was, and yet still is…
yet untie the knowing knot is the skill.


Just a Thought

When I was young, about 17, I found myself out of high school, with no dad (divorced & moved 3,000 miles away), a mom who was recovering from abuse while trying to survive (without alimony/child support), and three brothers.

I was also broke.

I lacked any special talent such as music or art, college was out, and it seemed I had no real options other than work… to the point that I didn’t even think about it. (That in itself may have been the reason I didn’t see any other options. Whatever, that’s what happened.)

But, I did like to learn; liked to see what was going on and how things worked. To learn about cars, I ‘apprenticed’ at a garage by pumping gas for free, in return for being able to hang out, help a bit, and train or explore. I learned a lot.


I just went and got a job.

I looked for the best of whatever was available and that I could do. If the job was just for the money or in a bad environment – whether managerial, physical, or social – I’d look for the next best one and switch as soon as I could.

When I stopped learning or moving upwards on the money scale as needed, I found another job. This process was not always easy but I survived.

During these 46+ years, 50+ jobs, and 3 arguably successful business ventures, I found out a few things…

– I don’t like being told what to do. Shown what to do, yes. But not told as in “obey orders”.
– I don’t like working for people for money… which tends too much to reinforce the ‘obey me’ syndrome.
– And I found out I’m not very good with people; especially talking, though I have had some really great experiences.

I also found that for reasons that exist on many levels, I ‘had’ to be around people. I tend toward solitary, but apparently a hermit existence was not to be as I was always put in people situations, both work or social, even in the more solitary jobs. I believe that for some reason it was necessary for me to learn some things about people.

Eventually I discovered computer programming which agreed with me… and came with better pay. Besides, I didn’t really like some of the factory environments anyway and figured physical/manual work could be tricky when I got older. So, once again, since I did not have the resources to survive, learn the skill, or to support myself (alone) in this field, I kept working but switched tracks from factory/manufacturing to IS/IT.

Starting out as a cook in 1966 at the $1.20/hr minimum wage, in 2003 I peaked at $80,000/year as an IS/IT manager and Director of Warehouse Operations in a Natural Food Distribution Co-op with annual revenues of $150 million. I was responsible for close to 200 people, the computers, inventory, warehouse infrastructure, plant safety, and more. The job had its good points and its bad ones… good: totally cool!… bad: lots of time & stress.

In 2012, I finished off as a programmer (what I really liked to do, with minimal people interaction) at a local college (5,000 students), maintaining the course/students/grades/financials database, related software & its attendant operating system, with support for the hardware.

Through all this and as a result, I kept learning and growing in many different ways. Parts of the process really sucked but overall I’d say it was a good and mostly happy experience. Worth it…

Besides, that’s what life is about anyway, isn’t it?…

surviving, supporting oneself, keeping busy, and having some joy?

Just a thought

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