Karma & 2010
One hour and 15 minutes away–Houston TX time is 2010 on the New York Five Points Falling Ball.
Pronounced Twenty Ten just like Nineteen Ten when my dad was eight years old.
Got it?
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010.
Time to edit this. Sorry, I wrote this while consuming a fifth of excellent Austrian Monopolowa Vodka. Can you tell?
May the muse, the news, the blues, the chills, the thrills, the spills be with you.
Grace, Peace, Love surround you like the ’60’s.
The alive filled with purpose and a pure heart for change of the 70’s.
The decadent hot tub innocence of the flagrant 80’s.
The money grubbing grabbing of the ’90’s
And the struggling beginning of the 2000’s birthing of all things new:::
LIKE:::::::::::::
A second, third or even fourth chance at success and the decade of the 2010’s in the newness of the new century:::::with only one new foot on the ground.
The FORCE be with you now and forever more.
In the guidance of peace, love and hope we remain::::::::::
Dr. Paul E. Malone PhD (psychology, physics, and humanities) That would be degrees from Rice U. and UofH in “All about YOU: Mr. and Ms. Human.”
Gaylee Humbert Malone: Degree from VCU along with CPE the required three semesters from hell and the BEST part: (Teenage beginning but 42 years delayed late life love of Dr. Paul E. Malone).
Madame Genevieve Rouseleaux (my alter ego)–seer into your future with understanding and peace into your past by passing all of the ‘I shudda, coulda, woulda dones.’ I am blessed or cursed with this crazy, unexplained knowing. No names, no situations, just the essence of life as life pertains to you as you walk it.
If you never ask you will never receive.
Paul and I have lived enough of life (both separate and together) to be able to help, at least a little, long enough to get your personal FEET back on the right road for YOU. It is all about YOU !!! So, check us out.
Ask one of us or both of us a question and we will give you an answer: (with all the usual disclaimers and pussy footing around the law as it requires).
Can you tell that Madame Genevieve Rouseleaux (Gaylee’s alter-ego) has had a half of a 5th of New Year’s Vodka in the past 4 hours????????? My sentence structures sound like Yoda talking to Luke.
HAPPY NEW YEAR:::::::::::::2010:::::::::::::::
My BLOG: a gift from Paul two years ago tonight is still a gift and hopefully I am spreading the gift of freedom of thought and the printed word around.
God bless us every one, Tiny Tim. C. Dickens had it right.
I am posting the totally unedited beginning anyway…………….later
Monday, January 4th, 2010 I have recovered with enough of a clear head to begin the editing process.
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Final re-write New Year’s Eve 2009.
I am thinking my end of the year slump is caused by/from all the negative energy in the air at this time in our history: I am able to feel all the hatred and dissension in the air.
This damn war in the beginning thought essentially to be a ‘get back war’ about who has the correct God with the correct name and who is going to get killed first because they picked the wrong one is going to make me crazy.
This political religious power hungry zealot mind set will destroy any dome of any rock or signifying buildings or just random mayhem without rhyme or reason such as school buses, parked cars, and open markets. The zealots are self contained and feed upon themselves at the expense of others. One side calls them heroes. The other side calls them terrorists. Unaffected on-lookers hope they don’t come their way.
How on this planet will we ever have peace?
Imbeciles, full grown imbeciles: doesn’t it make more sense to get it out in the open and say it is all about an oil pipeline. Early on in this new century we had killed as many of them as they killed of us in the Trade Towers. Then we set out to make them ‘do right’. Tribes always unite to defeat a common enemy. We became entrenched as their common enemy. The enemy leaves or is defeated and the tribes go back to fighting each other.
Over these past ten years this has become a circle of cause and effect, effect and cause. The hula-hoop of vengeance and retaliation.
There is only one maxim here: Tribes Fight.
Of course, the Dark Ages prove that history repeats itself because history is created by humans, and humans do not change.
If humans cannot fight over land and what it produces, they will fight over the correct name of the correct god and that god’s correct intentions toward the world. This is some kind of an adrenalin rush which feeds upon itself.
We humans stockpile weapons because we know we will use them. Humans know they will use the weapons because they are already built. It is the circle of wars upon wars.
Thomas Jefferson is sitting in the ‘neither-land’ re-reading the declaration of independence and wondering how we got to where we are from what he wrote back then. He was a died in the wool agnostic as were most of the signers of his now famous treatise. They had all had it ‘up to their asses’ with the pilgrims. All that freedom of religion verbiage in the document was the Jefferson Franklin Adams Nelson crew wanting not to be on the pre-McCarthy black list, shunned, stoned, or killed by the black clad overly righteous religious right. No one ever says this. Why?
Just try to live in
How do you deport the guy that was there first? Although we do stop to thank Old World
Tribes is Tribes. Where is Lawrence of Arabia when we need him?
Yesterday I started a new political party.
Cynical Realist Agnostic Party
C.R.A.P.
The symbol will not be a donkey or an elephant. Just a pile of what they produce.
Sorry about the ranting. But thoughts is thoughts. And WordPress beats Valium. Gaylee
Mystic-Mind Sees, Dreams & Knows
The Mystic-Mind is a very difficult entity to maintain in a calm manner. The Mystic-Mind seems to flow in some of us like the moon floats above our planet and in our bodies. The water content of the both of us, planet and person, are effected by that huge and lovely sphere above us. We are one with our planet and pulled by our moon. Women are pregnant for ten moons; that is probably the most recognized lunar pull of all.
The Mystic-Mind Moon Watchers, like myself, actually believe we know what is next, around the corner, in the clouds. It is more than a hunch. It is the inner knowing. It is for me the mystery. Some Moon Watchers also howel at the moon. I do. It seems as though my entire body wants to pay homage to the moon.
Last night the golden orb danced above the Houston Skyline; no crops to grow or harvest below its silver streams of reflected light. Oil derricks are our Money Trees. Pipelines are the chosen irrigation system of nourishment. The farmers wear hardhats bearing the insignia of the commercial competitive fields. Mammoth ships anchor close by to ferry the produce to nations, both near and afar.
The drilling rigs, much a-kin to vampires, suck earth’s blackened blood to the roots of the Money Trees for easy drinking. This practice has been on going since Spindle Top blew in the first gusher in 1901 New Year’s Day in Beaumont Texas; just up the road and over a piece from Baytown’s water route to the gulf.
We are told that the energy and mass of this planet is never extinguished or lost. Matter merely changes form and reintroduces itself into some new form. I work hard on assimilating this information dogma. My Mystic-Mind feels, dreams and sees things in the happenings around us all. I am at a loss to explain this unlikely energy shift, even to myself.
What does crude-oil become? Choking smoke and ashes is not the answer. What is the answer? Since we kill, fight, grab, threaten, price, compete, wager, and justify all the a-fore mentioned human skills, we might take the time to observe exactly what we are doing to both ourselves and our planet in the name of industrial progress and humanitarian endeavours.
Believe me! My hyphothesus will not sit well with most any member of any industrialized nation. The means to power the equipment, machinery, cars, planes, implements of war and heat the energy sucking monster buildings we erect in the name of progress only invites them that have not to want what we have and wipe us out to acquire it all in the name of evening out the playing field.
Is there an Oil God?
Every opposing side seems to believe that that their God is the only God and (He/She/It) is on their side. (They/We/Them) will fight to the death, believing what is believed is theirs because it was (He/She/It) gave whatever they dreamed up as theirs to them.
So on this moon lit night I raise the idea that we simply must re-create ourselves every hundred years or so. Our economies would seem to be on a much faster road to change. Twenty to thirty years is now the norm for a mild money shaking turn over of the local financial markets. The really big shakes are still in the seventy to one hundred year cycle.
These cycles are the birth pangs of new orders. The tremors are in direct proportion to what needs to be accomplished, hopefully by a humanistic society with good intentions for all. But intentions are all too often in the hands of malice, greed, gain, and mayhem. We are now in for one of these return to the middle ages so called holy wars, more revolting than revolutionary. More slash and burn looms on our future history’s horizon. It took a plague to end the last revolution. We have the boiling pot ready.
It all works like this: It took a war to end the industrial shift of the money in world’s societies and it took a plague to end the war. We do not seem to be able to elevate ourselves out of this circle of death.
Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and God Bless Us Everyone. Love and Hugs, Tiny Tim
WELCOME: Twenty-Ten. NOT Two Thousand And Ten. The Tweeters will cut down to a simple TT.
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