Archive for November, 2010

Emotions Rock the World
November 27, 2010

I guess I’ve noticed this before, but I hadn’t realized this fact in its present context. I’m watching an old  video of  Def Leppard, called ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’. The crowd in the live performance recording is expressing their emotions in a unified theme, to the music. And, it’s powerful! This 80’s music has provocative innocence laced with suggestive expectations. The energy in expectation is overwhelming.

All this emotion unleashed in one spot in one moment it time. When you consider the world we live in and think of the endless emotions unleashed every second, where do you think it ends up? And, what do you think is the result of all this emotion on a daily, monthly and yearly basis. It must go somewhere. There must be a reaction from the cause. Does it come back to us in kind? Or is up there circling around us in the ethers waiting for its balance to happen?

Does this emotion drift back to us and re-enter our subconscious and make us who we are?

 As I look around the room I feel the gaze of another person whose seductive eyes say more that his words. People though out the room are emotionally bound to their places and are expressing moments of awe, laughter, depression, sadness, joy and love. All different emotions, all justified and all perfect for their owners.

This moment is a nice place to be. And, this world rocks!


November 26, 2010

There is that part of us that never changes or will ever change.


It’s like it’s embedded into our DNA. We liken it to breathing. Something we do but are unconscious of its existence until someone trys to change what we are.

 Why do we rebel at even the slightest suggestion of change? We like where we’re at and whether or not something is better for us, we want the status quo.

Who’s right? The person who can see our frailties and weaknesses, or, our ineptness? Why do we insist on that, which keeps us out of the loop?

Is it fear? Or, is it change?

Whatever it is, we should open ourselves to accepting a different view.

We’d probably be a lot happier.

November 26, 2010


It’s the morning after Thanksgiving and Eberhard and I are lying in bed reminiscing over last evening’s dinner. Our neighbor begins his daily routine of singing his scales. He does this every morning without fail and is very dedicated in his endeavors to enhance his voice. We both enjoy opera. Not that I’ve studied a lot of its makings or purpose, but I have enjoyed its feelings.

All of a sudden, part of last nights afterglow erupts from Eberhard’s behind. Not to be overshadowed we synchronize our farts to our neighbor’s voice. The show is not over until the fat lady sings, they say. We’re not fat, but this show ends quickly.

We’ve made our first  f’opera.

November 20, 2010

It’s not really our fault. Ever since we were young, we’ve been rewarded for acts that we accomplish. As children we learned that if we did things to please another person we got rewarded. Our minds took it further and said “how can I get that reward again?” We then set out on a path to be rewarded again, and again. That’s where motives begin.

Our motives in the beginning are simple. As babies we smile. We’re rewarded with love from a parent. We take our first step and we learn excitement. We speak our first word and we learn amazement. We develop a sense of how to obtain rewards by thinking of something we can do to please another. This process is called motive.

As we get older and our reasoning skills develop more and more, we put more thinking into how to achieve our goals. Our purity of thought is lost in our quest to achieve and be rewarded.  Purity in the sense of doing something with no reward in mind outside of the purest form of giving through love.

Soon, our motives permeate every single act we do. We’ve become corrupted and unconscious of the fact. If we stop and think ‘why am I doing this?’, we’ll find a motive. Whether or not it is altruistic or selfish, depends on you.

To break this pattern, it takes a conscious effort.

But, it can be done.

November 19, 2010

Appreciation is a strange feeling. It depends on whether or not it is given or received. I think we all love when we receive appreciation for some act we’ve done, in work , or in our daily duties. We also tend to take appreciation for granted. With those close to us or those we work with. When nothing is said to remind the giver or receiver it tends to make our acts fruitless.

Think of something you would like to receive as appreciation, and give it to someone close.

November 13, 2010

It’s evening, I’m walking home and I look up. Above me is the heavens, silhouetted in the foreground with white wispy clouds. All around there are stars. I see the little dipper. I stop to take in the vastness and all of a sudden I feel insignificant and so do my thoughts and feelings. We’re all specks of infinitesimal smallness nesseled in a universe of love.

Why can’t we see it?

November 12, 2010

Thank you for checking on my Blog. I’ve been extremely busy and work has left me exhausted. Will blog soon. My appreciation for your patience.


Impatience Brought Down The House
November 2, 2010


You may think it was this party or that party, or the economy. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t change. And it wasn’t the administration and it’s policies. These are surface modes of transference disguised as answers.

It was impatience!

For too long there has been an expectation of instant gratification in most things we do in our lives, in America. We still haven’t let go of that fixation. Look around you and look back over the last year or two. Haven’t you been rushing here and rushing there to do this and do that. You have an unending stream of accomplishments to be made. And what has been the outcome? They’re never finished and you are no further ahead than when you started two years ago. Impatience permeates America. It’s in every news cast, every shopping trip, every drive to work, every moment at work and every moment in your life.

We want things the way they use to be. We had money to spend, time to spend it, less work and more time with our families and friends. The time has been taken away, as has the money and the freedom to enjoy its pleasures. Not having, getting no where in our endeavours and constant struggle has made us impatient.

There’s a red light ahead and speeding up to it, just to stop, is not going to make things change any faster.

Take a deep breath America. There’s a long way to go.

One Minute Thirty Seconds
November 1, 2010

We decided we’d have schnitzel. We walked down to Johannes to have their schnitzel special for twelve dollars at the bar.  It was Saturday and the restaurant was busy and the bar was full. They told us it would be twenty minutes, so we went for a cocktail and said we’d be back. When we returned we waited to be seated. On a chair at the end of the bar was a client that had obviously consumed more than he needed in alcohol. He had dropped his credit cards on the floor and I went over, picked them up and placed them in front of him. Also, on the floor was a substantial amount of food remnants that hadn’t made it into his mouth. At this point in time he was resting his head on the bar counter. Three chairs were available between him and the couple that took up the last two chairs closest to the wall. The staff motioned us to sit down and I took the chair next to the intoxicated man.

He was in the process of paying for his meal, when I took my seat. With some fanfare he showed me his selection of credit cards he was choosing from his bill fold. Apparently looking to impress. He was young, in his mid twenties, I guessed. The next minute and a half encompassed six separate scenarios.

Looking in his eyes, I could see a great amount of pain.  I sent a connection, and when I felt we were connected, spontaneity and intuitiveness guided the rest of this short moment in time. “Is it a big problem”, I asked? He responded with a single slow nod and a questioning look. Then I did a short thirty-second synopsis of ‘Invisible Shield’. I told him to step back from the glass and take a hard look at what he already has in his life. I finished with “you have a lot going for yourself”. He was listening intently as I spoke and he nodded twice during my conversation. He got it. His right hand reached out to me, with a thank you, and we shook hands. As we shook hands, I looked in his eyes again and peace had replaced the pain. “Your cab is here”, I said. He got up and left peacefully.

Now the other five scenarios. While my conversation was going on, Joe was prodding me to make sure he left a tip, before he signed the credit card receipt. Joe’s concern was based on money. Eberhard was telling me to stop talking to him. Eberhard’s concern was for the restaurant staff. He wanted them to take care of the problem. The waiter who pushed the final receipt in front of him with disgust, just wanted the moment over. The waitress and two hostesses who were on the other side of the guest were motioning to me to stop talking, with a great amount of bravado. Their hands, arms and heads were swinging and their hair was moving from side to side . The two people sitting at the table behind us were hoping for an end to what they perceived as an embarrassing situation.

Even if there had been another ten or fifteen people involved, there would have been another ten or fifteen different scenarios and opinions to deal with.


Everyone was coming from the place we call ’emotion’. And all of them were buying into that emotion based on past history. I was addressing the solution. Alcohol wasn’t the problem. His pain was the problem. The thing to remember here is to act, not react. Buy the solution, not the emotion.

Maybe it was just the night, but the schnitzel was over done, also.

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