psalm 150: praise God in whatever way you can with whatever musical instrument you have.

Money brings happiness to me; if there’s a surplus, I give some to one who needs it.

my son brings little kittens from next door and breaks up food into smaller chunks to feed them.
At a beach, it was very windy and I found a butterfly wedged in the rocks. I thought it was dead until I picked it up, so I walked over to a fence, on the other side it wasn’t windy at all so I let it climb onto it in safety. I go back to the beach and a table was set up, little kids sitting and someone sitting a little ways playing the guitar, singing, “open your heart chakra. . . open your heart chakra. . .”

water puts out fire which melts metal which can be forged to cut wood which breaks up Earth which absorbs water.

dear dad,
I’m trying to find the right words but thoughts go in circles within my head, like an eagle looking for thermals.
The first thing I should point out is the same old thing: house. Do you know how much money went into our landlords’ pockets in the past 6 years? Approximately 43 000. Too bad we weren’t paying rent to you.
Where we live, the real estate is more reasonable than in the city. . . selling pieces of Mother Earth goes against my “religion”, ethics, values, whatever you want to call it, however, it’s a whole other story. Before you sigh, chuckle and shake you head at my being, I implore you to look within your soul; not what your dad taught you or what your wife wants; look at the logic and what our position in history shows you. By history, I mean that when you were my age people were buying houses with relative ease. Yes, you worked hard; you “fit in” and mom took care of you with all the housy things.
I’m not like mom, and the parts of me that are, I’m trying to erase or reprogram. I’m a lot like you in the sense that I like inventing, being creative and emphasizing on healthy lifestyles (recycling, putting my 2 cents to the local papers, brown bread, fresh food) your son in law has the same interests. He is also willing to work if he found the opportunity. So am I. We don’t like working low wages just to give 75% of it to some stranger that owns the house we live in. We’d rather work our butts off paying you “rent”.
I don’t know how to verbalize this because I feel like I’ m begging and I hate doing that. Did my brother’s new wife have to beg her parents for their house?
Don’t blame me for being poor, for not wanting to be an accountant or bank teller or secretary. Don’t blame me for being around at a time when real jobs are scarce. Fast food doesn’t count as a real job. I applied at a salmon smoking place that paid a dollar more than minimum wage (which prompted this letter) but after one week the head lady let me go . . . my first day on the job, a bird had flown in the bay doors, flew back out but too high and it smashed against the windows above. I knew this job wasn’t for me and the people there knew too.
Don’t you think I would have saved up for a down payment if I could? My hopes of getting an awesome art job seems as improbable as winning the lottery. We need help. You like investing; good lord, you invested $30 000 in unpopular video tapes. Why couldn’t you invest in your flesh and blood? Do you think I’ m retarded? Do you think I’ ll ruin your investment?
I don’t like being on welfare more than you hate it. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s been the same since high school and home ended.
Ten years ago I was ill prepared to find my niche. I’ve tried, dad, don’t you think I’ ve tried to find an artistic job? For some reason it’s unrealistic for me.
We’re looking for a bigger house; I need a private area to do art, your grandson needs a rumpus room, your son in law needs a workshop to fix bicycles.
We ask you, again, to invest in a house on the sunshine coast and have your daughter and her small family as tenants and fixer-uppers. We won’t blow it up. We fix up.
I‘m tired of feeling hopeless, we want something to work for, namely a real home. Maybe helping your flesh and blood daughter will bring you closer to that elusive god you seem to be searching for. Believe it or not, I have a lot of ideas and answers towards our culture’s development and art is an integral part. I ask you to be honest with me about any reasons why you’re against helping us.

I feel mentally ill because I can’t hold a decent job. Because I cry all the time. Because I’ m always poor. Because I’ m not social. Because I feel like a loser. . . Forget about getting a job, because at the wage people think I deserve, it’s not worth it.

Why does the garbage depot guy want to buy the recycling business? If he wins the tender then the town loses another piece of it’s soul. A recycling facility shouldn’t become a mere investment for one guy. The recycling depot was started by moms who were tired of the waste. As usual, bureaucracy crept in and now the whole recycling operation is in danger of being privatized for profit. . . profit and community haven’t been able to mix, especially when the profit goes to one or two little piggies.
The recycling facility is run by environmentally conscious people who recycle out of love for Earth. The garbage depot guy wants to own the “business” out of love for money. If it becomes an investment, you can be sure that the community exchange and magazine bin will be eliminated. He’d have his own stock of workers whose wages will come out of everyone’s pockets as recycling “fees”.
Public services must be community-owned.
this is a typical example of women starting something good and beneficial then greedy men taking it over and turning it to their advantage.
The ultimate answer to the garbage question is personal responsibility. Our trash culture stems from the post-war boom of convenience; since then we’ve been bombarded by plastic throwaway items. Convenience has an accumulative price that gets steeper with each generation. If we don’t take responsibility about our own “trash” (90% of trash is recycling material) then some rich guy is going to do a half-ass job and charge us for it too! People have no excuse to make so much landfill.

a page of wands (high aspirations)
crossed by four swords (obstacles of overhanging fears)
to the left is the Empress (pagan - natural)
to the right is the Hierophant (christian - formula “bible”)
want to reconcile the two sides with two cups
have the inaction and stagnation of death reversed

The Star has high hopes and realizes them through friends or chance meetings.
The world around sees me carrying a load with ten wands (fervent questioning of Truth)
Afraid and hopes to ever improve with the balance of two pentacles.
Outcome is sharing my “wealth” (art) with six pentacles, influencing others to do same is my goal.

Some statements do not create the future such as, “if I’ m not happy with this studio, I’ ll forsake my art? Fall in a hole of despairing blandness?” Some statements do create the future such as, “if I get nervous I’ll fall”, then, being already nervous, you fall. Why? Because the first statement has to do with one’s own will. The second statement is dependent upon the various laws of physics. So there.

What’s my ultimate goal? To create a positive change within my culture. To enlighten as many people as I can and inspire them to pass on the Consciousness to others.
What’s the Consciousness? It’s the awareness of the interconnected web of Life, the rejection of corpirate lies. The Consciousness is reducing material needs, no, reducing the need for status symbols. it’s recycling “disposable” material. The Consciousness is imaginative thinking. It is artistic expression. It is hand craftsmanship.
The Consciousness is keeping a mind, a home and a body as natural as possible.

What’s the positive change? I’ m not sure but it’s got to do with the God of the Christians, Yahweh, Jehovah, Jah, Allah, and the Goddess of the pagans, Gaia, Great Mother, Innana.
The God and the Goddess must be wed once again. They have been separated for too long.
Their differences must be resolved.

Topic at a short lived philosophy club: what are thoughts and where do they come from? They come from desire, from having a need.
A developing thought resembles a flower opening. The thought-flower must come from a thought-seed which came from previous “flowers”. Thoughts and ideas grow from the seeds of previous thoughts.
These words are so limiting; what I just wrote sounds childish and obvious. Words are so clumsy.

Topic at philosophy club: is evil necessary? First of all, the Judeo-Christian cultures emphasize on opposing forces being “good” versus “evil”. What used to be considered a trickster got translated and blown into ridiculous proportions as the devil. The trickster that is known to Earth people - Pan, Faunus, Raven, Loki can catch you unaware and trick you into learning. Tricksters represent annoyances or delays; when events become unpredictable, especially when the events lead up to a desirable end after all and you laugh and laugh. . .
In our common culture, any opposing force is considered evil.
Yeah, but is it really necessary?
For some reason, it seems that humans invent more stuff for war than peace time, then after the wars they have these nifty gadgets to market into the mainstream. The Internet is an example of that.
Do humans have to be such total buttheads before they learn?
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