Posted tagged ‘Technology’

TO LEARN A LITTLE SOMETHING:

April 30, 2018

SPEC WITH COLORS

This is a follow-up to my posting about my occasional EMF problems that I wrote  about yesterday in Luddite, Not Troglodyte.     We might as well learn  something  about  the  technological  soup we live in.

ElectroMagnetic Frequencies come in  wavelengths.   That center little rainbow shows the frequencies that we can see with our eyes.    Any strong or directed frequency is harmful to our bodies,  from   “radiation”  and x-rays on the left of the chart to  infrared and  subsonic weapons found on the right-hand side.

(Left:  extremely short wavelengths;  right:  extremely long wavelengths)

Here’s an easier way to see the frequency numbers of our visible light.

SPEC WITH NUMBERS

Our eyes are organs that can “see”   these particular frequencies.

Our circadian   rhythms depend on the daily lightening and darkening of visible light,  with the “darkening”  having very much less blue light.    The blue light that you want to eliminate two hours before “bedtime”  is light frequencies below (smaller than)  530 mm.  (In case you’re buying filters.)

Other  frequencies that drastically affect our health and well-being comes from the many communication  antennas that we live under,  drive under,  and that are inevitably pointed at your home.  Nothing personal there —  businesses and governments,  individuals and law enforcement all need those antennas to be spewing out and relaying those frequencies.

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You can find Websites that reveal how many cell phone towers your address is affected by.   Here are mine:

My Towers

 

There are  19 cell phone towers which  reach my address with their microwave frequencies.   The only way to shield your home and avoid the subtle changes they make in your thinking,  your health,  and your sense of well-being,  is to surround your home with a Faraday cage.    Our government calls these Quiet Rooms.

I have another spreadsheet like this which shows all the communication transmitting antennas which “transmit”  frequencies into my home.    That is a list of 124 antennas!!

Just so you know.

I’m not going to post the long list of official CDC-acknowledged health effects –  it’s way too depressing,   because we can do nothing about it.   There is no federal health agency that   will protect us,  and your local doctor has no education in this matter.

And look out for the killer 5G cell towers that are being erected all over this country and elsewhere, chiefly in English-speaking countries, for some reason.     (They say it is necessary because of  “congestion.”     They say we are all clamoring for “faster” Internet service.    They’re saying it’s not much more than our current  “Generation.”)

towers

 

Because these towers are so strong,  they don’t transmit very far and so they must be built  CLOSE to houses and businesses.

tower to home

Our local township government can’t stop the construction of  these 5G towers.  We’ve already asked.     When pushed,  my Township people alluded to foreign governing sources and international corporations.

“Corporations + governments?”

You can take it from there.

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LUDDITE, NOT TROGLODYTE

April 29, 2018

 

Sorry,  this turned into a rant . . .

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Feels like I’ve been away for weeks,  but it’s been only days.     But sorry to have been gone.     Family news that  . . .  well, it’s a game-changer.    A life-ender.   But we’re okay — for now.   Holding together.

wi fi rad

My personal reason for being away is stuff like this, in the pictures.

You see,  there are two ways for me to enter The Spruce Tunnel.   One is the pleasant, physical, natural, and health-giving way:
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Walk down this path a half a mile or so,  and you’ll come to the Tunnel.  It really is a good place to think;  a good place to Be.   I always say I hope you’ll find a place like this of your own sometime.

The other way to enter the Tunnel is like this:

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That’s me and my computer in there somewhere.     It’s an unpleasant, unnatural,    physically painful way that I must enter the Tunnel when I think . . .   and write.

(What was it those EMFs and WI-Fi emissions were classified as recently?  Class II carincogens . . .)

Which makes me one of the lucky ones, I guess.    I can actually feel the damage that computers and cell phones do to my body.   About 85 percent of people can’t feel a thing and have no idea.

wi fi in hand

When I touch a cell phone for more than a minute or two or when I use the keyboard or the mouse with unprotected hands,   I feel pain, and not just in my hands.    And the pain can last for a little while – especially  when I’ve been ignoring it — it’s cumulative in our bodies,  you know.

wi fin hands

When I’ve been on the computer for a long time,   it takes me a few days to recover.  My hands can start up a lot of trouble,  and since my  mind gets a little fuzzy,  I don’t know enough to quit.

wi fi circle

So, I just wanted to share with you why I had to recover for a few days — just in case you want to look into it for your own self.    There are ways to physically protect yourself from the RFs and EMFs, cell phone  (microwave)  signals,  and from frying yourself with Wi-Fi –  but if you can’t feel it,  someone talking about it isn’t going to convince you.  I’m just explaining my brief absence.

And I seem to be at it again tonight.   No signal blocking shirt.   No signal blocking gloves.  No signal blocking screen.    “Too hard”  to go assemble all those things and put them on.  My hands are aching now,  but I’m still at the keyboard.

Protection Through the Eyes

I just learned about this too —  computer screens, as we know, and LED TV screens,  and eReaders and tablets and cell phone screens emit blue light which messes with our physical brains — and our health.

glasses

You can actually buy glasses that will filter out the blue light for you.   Much healthier.   First time I put mine on,  I actually felt a difference in my whole body.  You have to be careful though to not buy the kind that merely has amber color lenses that don’t’ filter out the blue.  There’s a certain technology involved.

But I’m not wearing these tonight either.

And I understand about the Windows 10 feature that allows you to turn off the blue light when it is dark outside, so your eyes aren’t taking in blue light when it’s not natural to do so.

That one is working for me now.

Truly,  I have never met a technology that I haven’t been fascinated with and enjoy using.    I’m up with things.   I’m no Troglodyte.

On the other hand,   as much as I can be,  I am a Luddite –  I choose not to use much technology,  I choose to stay away from digital stuff as much as possible, or at least consciously protect myself from it.

Human Sin Working through Technology

Sometimes it seems like every single modern woe involves human sin working through technology:  loss of freedom and privacy;   global surveillance;   intense smog and pollution;   dumbing down the population with false and missing information;    perverting the free working of our democracy by misleading and biased Search engines;  hundreds of thousands of Americans killed every year by the (highly technological) medical industry;   fouling our air, trees, crops, waterways with the chemicals sprayed down on us every day;   undigestible and harmful food through technological modification;    the flow of artificial “money” at the rate of trillions of dollars per second, much of it based upon drugs and human trafficking;    our increasing reliance on computers and robots to do “work” for us, for as long as they can, as long as they want to;

and for those interested in war and combat and defense matters,  end of the world stuff,   “nuclear”  is so twentieth century.      “Technology”  has moved so far ahead of that the new weapons will come undetected “out of nowhere” with  unimaginable destructive force.     (Anyone read Janes Defence Weekly?     That will put you way ahead in your knowledge,  but you’ll still be far behind.)

(I’ve just listened to a few of Pres. Putin’s speeches to European leaders at economic conferences and leadership conferences (2006-20015)    in which he keeps stating  Russia no longer has to rely on nuclear weapons and missile shields — they have something much more powerful.  He knows scalar,  he knows tesla,   and he’s not worried.  He knows that the U.S.  is just too bogged down in partisan politics, corruption, and greed to be able to make necessary decisions for similar advancements in technology.      The public will is too weak.

We are mind-addled.   Maybe our “technology”  has something to do with that.

It’s enough to make one wish the clock could be turned back — before we all have to live like Troglodytes.    

I’m back.     And  I guess that’s my rant for today.

 

TILL NEXT TIME

April 4, 2018

Next time  . . .   in the sky.

Once again the Media got us  all excited about what  could have been.  Here in the Far North we were told there was a good likelihood that we’d see the burning Chinese satellite come raining down on us.     Our state was even named!

China Space

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To be fair,  the closer the deadline came,  the more it was admitted that it could fall ANYWHERE in the world,  between 43 north latitude and 43 south latitude!!   That’s a lot of . . .  latitude!   Nevertheless, our local news  reported that our governor had emergency measures set in place should we receive the Chinese  “junk” from the sky.

Son and I duly participated in tracking the satellite:

SATVIEW

We kept coming back to the computer screen to watch the latitude, longitude,  azimuth,  altitude,  period,   position, and speed of the satellite.     Then finally  the screen showed Entry . . .  Splashdown was announced, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

Not us.

But still the numbers on the screen kept changing.   Entry again.   And again.     And again . . .   I’m thinking the telemetry was on some kind of automatic repeating loop.     I’ll never know why the numbers were still changing – even into the next day!

Well, it was fun for a few hours.

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This is an imagined picture of our planet from further out in space.     It’s not a “beautiful blue marble” anymore.   Each of those white dots shows artificial satellites that we earthlings have put into orbit around us.   Depending upon which country,   some 70% to 80%  is just junk,  obsolete, non-functioning satellites.

We’ll all have another chance to watch falling satellites.   We’ll have fun again, taking part in something of worldwide interest.

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NIGHT LIFE

November 2, 2017

Night person.  Here.   If you want some amusement, call me before noon.  Get me talking while  I’m still asleep and my tongue is unrestrained.

I do my thinking later in the day.   And that’s what gets me up frequently at night because I’m thinking.   Lots of things to check with on the Internet,  when I don’t want to turn the bright lights on.

Solution:
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  Lighted keyboard!!!

I thought I would be buying a little “luxury,”    but now I don’t know how I got along without it.  It’s so handy,  so useful,  and so fun —

C blue

 

And this color  —

C Red

 

And a royal blue  —

C blue violet

 

And you can turn down the color way low . . .

C Green Dark

 

Surprisingly not very expensive.  The Azio Lighted Keyboard.   Amazon.

Here in the Far North it is rather dark in the late afternoon,  evening, and the long night, so there is plenty of need for it!

MOUNTAIN LIFE

September 3, 2017

 

A Flowers 370

Beautiful mountain flowers, just one of many photos.    I’ve been living for the past few weeks at about 5900 feet, altitude,  but for the people here,  they find their fun way up higher — say  7200 feet.

So up we went one fine day.

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I loved loved loved these open chair lifts,  feet dangling,  the wind in my face!   I discovered, though that they only go part way up – and not down –  so then you have to use the covered “gondolas.”

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This is  a view from inside a gondola.  We’re going down.    Your ears can pop from the altitude change!    We’re looking down about 50 feet onto a mountain bike trail.    Cooper’s Daddy teaches mountain biking . . .   winter mountain biking,  in the snow.   He’s probably a good teacher,  but I’m never going to find out!

Cooper was excited to be up in the mountain tops.  There were many things he wanted to do.    Gem panning, for one.

A Gem Panning 370

Panning for gold and semi-precious gems were one of the historic  draws to this area,  so I guess he’s learning his own local history.    He found some really nice ones, including a really nice portion of a geode with amethyst crystals inside.    I’m the grateful recipient of that —  his idea.

This was his second choice:

A Coopers Legs 370

Well, it was hard to capture this activity with the camera.

A Cooper Up 370

In case you wonder how he likes being catapulted 25 feet into the air  —

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So much fun!   Wish I were six years old again!

The third place he wanted to go while we were up on the mountain tops was a trampoline place.   They actually do some serious practicing for the Olympics up here.

A Cooper Tramp 370

There were dozens of trampolines, side by side, as well as gymnastic floor areas and  things you tie yourself up in to do aerial tricks.   The place was busy with all ages of kids working on their moves.     Cooper  enjoyed the jumping, and his Daddy got into the trampolines too and displayed some spectacular dives and twists.

But it isn’t all for fun:

A Cooper Snowboard practice 370

This is a place to learn your snowboarding tricks.   You can jump and spin and somersault safely, because when you do it in the snow,  it’s going to be a harder landing!

And, yes —

A Cooper bike 370

You practice spinning, jumping, twisting tricks on your bike too.

And when you come down from all the activity what do you do next?

A Soccer 370

See the long shadows?   That’s  “evening on the soccer field.”

After soccer practice . . .  a bike ride to a restaurant . . .

And then the next day . . .  another full round of activities!

(See why this lady is ready to come home soon?)

 

LAKE LIFE

September 1, 2017

Here’s where the Little Blue Car has been parked for the past week:

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Beneath a mountain,  at the lakeside.    You can just about see it at the bottom right corner of Cooper’s house.  Cooper’s Mommy and Daddy have worked very hard and are working hard and long hours to be able to choose a home in this location,  but, nevertheless,   every day they told me how lucky and how grateful they are to have a home like that.

So, good.

The Little Blue Car hasn’t had much to do lately.    This is how we got around:

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Cooper’s family spend a lot of time in that lake –  Donner Lake.

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Tbere’s  a  fearless jump  into the Lake!   Daddy is close by in case he’s needed,  but by six years old?

Nope:

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He spent two hours  in  that Lake.     The whole family did.

And after lake time,  Cooper piloted the boat:

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Ahhhhh.   Viking blood runs true in the newest generation!

 

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Active, active, active.   Everyone bicycles, serious mountain biking;   everyone does water sports in the summer,  snowboarding and snow mountain biking in the winter;   and lots of other sports all year round.      All the men.  All the women.  All the children.

But something else I noticed while here in the High Sierras:   I really didn’t see many people my age.   I think everyone must wear themselves out by age 50.

 

WETWARE DOMINATED

August 4, 2017

Hope to make this short.   The topic is too big to explain every remark.

BIG BANG

Light . . .  the origin of the physical material  world.    (Not the particle wave/photon packets that hit our retinas.  Not that kind of light —  but Light,  immense thrumming Energy.)    And then came a unique,  one-of-a-kind,  one-time-only being that was created,  made of material with the infusion of spirit  ( in  particular, Spirit).

This was an absolute insult to the Enemy of the Creator.   A being made from the physical world  plus spirit?   A DNA software-programmed everlasting creature?   Created for the purpose of showing forth the incomprehensible  magnitude of the Glory of God to a degree that was never before imagined?

That must be stopped.     Us.   We must be  stopped.   Turned from our purpose and stopped.   It is we,    also known as “wetware, ”   the physical, material stuff animated by spirit,  directed with built-in software.

The cosmic Battle is almost over.    Just the mopping up exercises.   If any of you gentlemen were ever in a military “mopping up” exercise at the end of a campaign,  you know that your  methods must be effective;  they  must be ruthlessly effective in order to control the situation.

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AI Control – Efficient and Ruthless

 

Human intelligence invents artificial intelligence and then loses control.     The Enemy of God is not omniscient, and so he must use other means to know everything and to control the human situation.

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It was the Ancients who recognized that  the gods give the toys by which man makes himself crazy – and destroys himself. 

There is not one piece of technology that has not been accompanied by tragedy and death and the facilitation of evil:     transportation;  medical technology;  machines of common convenience;  the discoveries of physics, biology, and chemistry;    and now communications.

Every worm has a hook.

Artificial Intelligence has been taught how to learn.  That’s the cutting edge of our technology.    And they have indeed learned –  and according to reports,  we don’t know what they’re learning and deciding!      Knowledge is power, we’re told.    And they seem to be acquiring knowledge  at an inhuman rate.     Power and control and world dominance is at stake.    The more you know, the more you can control.

Check out Revelation, chapters 12 and13 –  Revelation is the last book of the Bible.

Can the Enemy of God resist what we have been inspired to invent?

 

WETWARE DEFEATED (speculation?)

August 2, 2017

Remember,  we  are the so-called “Wetware,”  as opposed to the Software that is growing up all around us.

And Software doesn’t mean the little program you download into your computer or phone so that you can do things;     “Software”  encompasses the whole growing organism that is fast becoming Artificial Intelligence.

But it’s only “artificial”  from a human point of view.  I don’t believe it considers itself artificial but rather real and vital,    and for that reason,  it must be self-sustaining,  self-protecting,  and self-developing.

I know I’m going to wish I had written this differently, more coherently, and better supported my assertions,  but I wouldn’t have space here to even summarize all the articles I’ve read about AI.

We’ve got a problem:

AI Problem ours

I know it says that the AI Engineers have a problem, but they’ve been throwing Artificial Intelligence into our systems so rapidly that it’s our problem too.    We wouldn’t know how to stop the problem,   but,  it would appear,  neither do the AI Engineers and IT people know how to solve and/or stop the problem.

We’re not talking about  the friendly, helpful cyber robots who were built with the Three Prime Rules * that protect humans from robot harm  as projected by Isaac Asimov.    What we have is  an unseen web of communication from one Artificial Intelligence point to another.    AI to AI.    And we have observed their coded speech.

Now, IT people wanted them to be able to talk to each other.  They could communicate more rapidly and without “mistakes.”   Systems which depend upon AI are more efficient and allow for even more development of cyber systems that would make life easier  . . . and more efficient.   (The Internet of Everything?    Cheaper,  faster,  more abundant living)     

We want them to be more efficient.  We want them to learn how to be more efficient.  We need them to be able to talk to each other.

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An AI language set

 

Problem is,  they learned how.  They did learn how to talk to each other, and they are doing it by creating a language known only to them!     That means they are discussing cyber-routines,   concepts, and making the necessary decisions on their own.   And we can’t understand what they’re saying!

How could this be?      Well, from an older article on     recode  .  net:

“We think that if we slowly increase the complexity of their environment, and the range of actions the agents themselves are allowed to take, it’s possible they’ll create an expressive language which contains concepts beyond the basic verbs and nouns that evolved here,”       (the researchers wrote).

And corporation after corporation,  big ones and small ones,   are catching on and in realizing the danger,  they are asking the IT departments to shut down the programs that rely on Artificial Intelligence.

The Facebook corporation is just the most famous and recent to shut down their dependence upon the AI bots – while they still could.

Increasingly today, AI bots are being used to manage  consumer logistics, utilities and the flow of energy,  nuclear power plant operations and electrical grids,  our missile defense systems,  military information,  stock market algorithms,  and the management of information database systems –  our personal information.

See any danger here?

It’s not going to be a Minority Report World.

It will be a Skynet World.    (Do look that up!  . . .  The Wetware were defeated.)

 

 

 

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. *From Wikipedia:

The best known set of laws are Isaac Asimov‘s “Three Laws of Robotics“. These were introduced in his 1942 short story “Runaround“, although they were foreshadowed in a few earlier stories. The Three Laws are:

  1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
  2. A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
  3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.[1]

Near the end of his book Foundation and Earth, a zeroth law was introduced:

0. A robot may not injure humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.

 

We’re not worrying about robots today.

 

 

 

 

A MINI mini-EMP

July 11, 2017

 

Zapped!

lightning

I do love lightning storms.     Thunder and  lightning storms.

But – in reality –  a lightning storm can have the same effect as an EMP  —  a very small EMP,   a very tiny local EMP;   like down to one neighborhood.

Our  “local” cable/internet technician walked around our neighborhood to examine the damage done, and although it was somewhat comforting to know he had received “a lot” of calls,   one tiny EMP-type electrical event comes down to one  not-so-tiny disruption.

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Internet gone.   Television gone.  Modem gone.   Router gone.

It looked bad.

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I was ready to give up things that I couldn’t give up on because we need these things to live the daily life we’ve become used to!  

It took a while to determine all the damage.

Time and “activity” –  unplug, replug, rearrange wires,  move cables around,  disconnect this, reconnect that, phone calls —   It felt like more than I could handle.

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I couldn’t pay my bills. I couldn’t do my banking.   I couldn’t buy a new dress.    I couldn’t read the news.   I couldn’t check my emails.   I couldn’t do the last bit of research for my class this afternoon;  so I just went to class anyway.

Then finally,  with a little time  and distance from the problem,  a shopping list developed,  a list of things to buy to replace the . . .   melted things.

An expensive little list.

I was not in a state of mind that I could make sense of replacing and attaching all the new components, and since Son was the last to create all the various electrical pathways  at the back of the TV anyway,  I reluctantly called him as he left work – after a twelve-hour day! –  and I’m hoping he did not hear the extreme frustration and despair in my voice.

He might have.   Because he came.   And with his work and a call to the cable technician,  we got things pretty much going.

One more component to  buy tomorrow.

I can handle that.

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I don’t like  thunder and lightning storms as much as I used to.

 

 

 

A BRIEF COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

June 28, 2017

Time for a Brief Commercial Announcement!     I do that once in a while,  here,  when something really unexpectedly great turns up at my house.    I mean,  everyone has to buy new things once in a while,  and you expect it to be “good”  and new and working well, and you’re happy your old thing has been replaced.

But once in a while,  you just want to share something really outstanding.

Here it is:

lawn mower

One surprisingly wonderful  lawnmower!   Now, I love my push mower,  the old fashioned kind,  quiet, non-motorized,  efficient,  and . .  .  a good workout.

I liked having a gas-powered mower —

—    but every year there are the usual problems:  change spark plugs, which are trouble when you don’t;  tune-up,  trouble when you don’t;   gasoline issues;   NOISE;   and then eventually it gets so hard to start,  even when all the other things are taken care of.

A gas-powered lawnmower is so  . . .   last century!

21st Century —

Lawn box

Son arrived this morning at just the right time to open the box,  assemble it,  which took very little time and effort  ( I could have done it!);  charge the battery,  which took very little time;  and then try it out.

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(Sorry for the angle;   I was leaving, in a  hurry.)

Son gave it his imprimatur.    The lawnmower created a smooth, velvety green carpet.    It was easy to use,  intuitive,  and very quiet,  about like having a summer fan going.

They’ve been making these battery-operated  (cordless) lawnmowers for a while,  but I think they’ve got it right now.

Thank you to the company for making this.

Thank you to Son for trying it out and showing me how to use it.

Thank you to Hubbie for his  strict financial planning that made it possible for his “little old lady of a wife”    to purchase a new lawnmower when it was  needed.

Thank you,  Our Dear Lord,  for watching over me and letting it turn out this way.  If even the smallest sparrow is watched over in its little life and death,  then how much more are we loved and cared for –  in the smallest of details!

serveimage    Matthew 6:26  –   “Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them.   Are not you of much more value than they?”

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God is the Source of Love.   God is Love Itself.

SAILORS TAKE WARNING (again)

April 5, 2017

 

(1),    (2) ,   (3)   points.

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(1)   It happened again :

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A red sky this morning.     (Sailors take warning.)     This time the colors were even deeper and richer than before.    I ran from window to window this morning trying to get into my camera that  shade of deep reddish-salmon-orange that I was seeing in the sky.

I couldn’t.        Fifteen pictures later, I was still frustrated.

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And as the sun was rising,  I was losing the color.

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I had two choices:  either run out and grab my friend from out of his wife’s bed  because he knows a lot about photography and promised to teach me sometime;  or instantly learn how to use oil paints,  because only a pallet  of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows could duplicate the color I was seeing.

Two choices which were no choices;    so I just  watched the Nature Show of salmon,  orange,   pink, and yellow,  then finally pale blue.   As I watched, I settled down and my mind began reprising the pathways it had taken during the night.

(“Sailors take warning . . .”)

(2)    The night before,  just before I had  called it a day, I’d been reading up  on Pope Gregory XVI,  perhaps a rather obscure pope today,  but he aroused some controversy in his day,  not too long ago,  in the 19th century, and gives us something to think about today.

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He wrote some interesting and valuable documents, among them an encyclical putting forth in clear terms  the Church’s opposition  against slavery,  a  teaching which had long been proclaimed by the Church,   but needed reinforcement.

However,  even though he  produced some valuable and helpful documents,    he was personally and deeply suspicious of the consequences of  what we now would call the technological and industrial revolution.   He opposed the growing socialist movement which reduces people to  “economic units,”   under the management (control) of a central state government.    He saw this as the depersonalization of the individual, individuals becoming “the masses”  which the revolutionary socialist movement is  there to provide for.    (Move over,  God.)

Technology,  this pope believed,   would only hasten this development, as  families are torn  from their land ownership and  migrate into industrial cities where the artificial societies were  generally harmful to the dignity and well-being of human beings.

Curiously (to our ears)  he pointed out that . . .

DESK and gas lamp

. . .   gas lamps  (indoor artificial lighting)  would be ultimately harmful to the health of people,  interrupting their daily rhythms, allowing industrialists to extract longer hours   from the “workers.”   He also spoke out against  locomotives, for the same reason:  disruption of human society,  harmful to health;   dirty, polluting  machines  that create an artificial sense of human travel and again,  tear apart families.

 

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(3)       Next,     (Sailors take warning . . . )     I woke up to  the big radio station out of  Detroit in which  the host was discussing with guests the current threats from North Korea.     It was a good, thoughtful discussion,  but the host then said that the biggest threat from North Korea’s isn’t that   one of their nuclear bombs would  go off – boom –  in the middle of our country,  but rather that they would (or someone else would)  explode a big one in the atmosphere,  near our coastline,  causing a destructive EMP which would wipe out all our modern technology,  putting  us right back into the 19th century,  perhaps like the days of Pope Gregory XVI.

Although that sometimes seems like a quaint,  charming,  more clean and pure society before all our technology,   the hard truth is that  no one today knows how to live as they did in the 19th century.   (Our government has projected that 90% of our population would die within the first year.)

And then I opened my eyes to that  beautiful  salmon-red sky.

And so  there is a  (4).

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Our springtime Drake has put his lady-wife somewhere, haven’t seen her for a week; she’s probably in a protected nest nearby.   He likes to sail down our creek at a high rate of speed and he likes to swim across our pond, leaving a definite wake behind.

I’m sure he saw the beautiful sunrise this morning, and I’m just as sure he was oblivious to the beauty.    But though he misses out on the ability of humans to appreciate such beauty,  if – and when –  the EMP or something takes us back into a pre-industrial age,  he would miss out on the resulting chaos – and death.

Duck Wake 2

After such a horrific event,  he may feel some “disturbance,”  but he would be off, as usual,  to visit the nest or find some food or check for any enemies or take a drink of water . . .  In other words,  life for him would go on as normal,   just as it did for human societies after  the Carrington Event.

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1859,  right?    Just after Pope Gregory XVI.    A few technological difficulties,  but life went on and few knew what the sun had just done to us.

Today?   We are,  unlike my springtime Drake,  we are “sitting ducks.”   Dependent upon ever newer and more fragile technology that is dangled before us like a snake charmer using his wiles.

(You do know what the “Watchers”  brought down to humanity according to the Book of Enoch?)

   —  Of course I’m a Luddite (at heart) !

 

 

 

 

 

LANGUAGE IN A POLLUTION JAM

March 3, 2017

(Time out for some humor)

It’s hard to talk to each other in the midst of a raging storm.

new-haven-lighthouse-storm

We get used to it.   We shut out the powerful raging storm all around us.  We shut out the tumult of conflicting interests battering up against each other,  battering up against us. Life goes on with great uncertainties,  no safe and quiet ground to stand on;   and still we talk to one another as best we can;  we care,  we’re interested, we help out when we can.  We’re pretty sure there’s been some mutual understanding.

So,  communication can be difficult, of course, but sometimes we can  find humor in  the situation and just enjoy the wonderful human absurdity of it all.

Son gave me a little gift one day – a fun little gadgety gift that is actually of some help in the dry indoor air.  Here’s the box —

bottle-cap

Kind of cool –  you fit this cap onto any bottle of water, and it makes a nice mist.

It wasn’t, however,  “made in America,”   so the instructions sounded a little “foreign.”

Instruction #1:    Pile the filter into humidifier completely.  When you pull out, please do it on the opposite direction.          (Okay.  I think.)

Then in the “Notes” —

This is not waterproof products.   When using the product erect, avoid the water into the product.        (uh,  this is to be used with a half-liter plastic bottle with water in it . . .)

Please place it beyond the children’s reach.

Please place the product away from the human body for 30 meters,  for without ventilation completely,  drops of water will come into being.      (I don’t think my house is 30  meters long.)

When you are aware that the spray output of the humidifier is in a pollution jam,  please change into a new filter.

Plug the cable softly.

When you use automotive electrical appliance,  electrical appliance, expensive products,  pay attention to not make it wet.

Dropping out the product will make the product out of work.        (Makes sense.)

Do not use it for the other purposes.       (Yeah,   I won’t.)

And then the big caution:    Any problems happen,  please do not disassemble,  repair the product and contact with retailers.

 

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(Amusement aimed at me!)

I dabble in languages.

der-spiegel

There are  certain things I like to read in one language or another;    those darn footnotes in my books are in many languages;   I feel compelled for some reason to check the news in German every few days;  I worship in another language altogether.    But if I were to write or talk in those languages,  I’m very sure my words would be a source of amusement for the native speakers of that language.

I’d be the only one who knows what I’m talking about!

jesus-speaking

I think of Jesus teaching on a  hillside speaking important truths to the people crowded around Him, listening intently to every one of His words;    and the look on His face is one of bemused affection,  because He is knowing they don’t understand what He’s saying —  yet.   Bemused affection:  gently seeing the humor in the situation.

He is patient with us;  oh, so patient.

During this Lent,  I’ll be writing more and more about the Church’s teachings.     That is,  doctrines,  practices, and spiritual growth.

I suspect I’ll not communicate  well.

One big language pollution jam.

11,000 rps

February 25, 2017

 

11,000 rps.   I still gasp, when I try to think of it.

We live now in the age of, not revolutions per minute,  but of revolutions per second!  A little while ago   I was casually listening to an explanation of what they were proposing to do at CERN,    something very exciting to me,   when the voice said   “…  at 11,000 revolutions per second . . . .”        And each revolution,  once around,  is 17 miles!!!

I tried to grasp onto what that meant.    One can’t even visualize that accurately.   Anything large enough to be visible to us would be torn apart at that speed.    –  but we can make those speeds  happen . . .

And –  Boom!!!

cern-data-dump

Now, of course,   calculations are not made with that figure, 11,000 rps,  how often a particle speeds around the cyclotron.     They think in terms of equations, not words like “speed” and “charge.”    They use relationships between whole equations to describe   something that is beyond human experience.

A new issue:

But –  we’ve now created another area where we’re pretty sure we can control interactions at a speed that is beyond human experience;  and I just a couple hours ago finished a book that dealt with this issue.

Oh, it was pretty exciting fiction, a page turner;  but I learned a lot and some day we will all be very much affected by its subject.     Let’s see . . . .   the name of the book is  . . .  there it is:     “The Fear Index.”     (By Robert Harris)

You’d have fun with the plot if you’ve ever traded options.    The author uses terms like algorithmic hedge funds;  CBOE trades;   stops!   (ha ha);  liquidity;    sniping;  trading in VIX futures;  and the action reaches its climax in  the cortex of a CPU farm.     Like this:

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In the book, the mad genius who invents the super-algorithms realizes he has created something with ” an intelligent mind of its own”   which learns,  protects itself, and eventually bypasses human input, way beyond the realization of actual AI.     How the system discredits its own creator is fascinating.     Possible?        Plausible.

Plausible because  the system has learned  the rules of human behavior  and uses  the consequences of human sin, immorality, and degradation  to place a  hit on its own creator.      (Never go to a  doctor or a psychologist who puts your records on a computer connected to the Internet!!  Hackers are the least of your fears!)

Well, that ‘s all.     Such is the world we live in.    I have no lesson or conclusion.  Just, we’d better all be aware.

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Note for myself:    We have the story of Icarus.    We have Pandora’s Box.     We have the Book of Enoch where we see that (as the Greeks said),   “The gods  give us the toys with which we destroy ourselves.”     

Shiny toys we can’t resist.     We have “computers,” now;  and we want these machines to compute faster than we can act.

And the  gods?    Why would they want to give us these machines that can surveil us and control our behavior and create our attitudes and reward and punish us?

Cui bono?     Not us.

There are too many of us.

rev-13-too-many-people

Too many of us even for the gods.   Though of superior intellect,  they are not infinite in power and knowledge.

I think we’ll  find  this   in the book of Revelation in the Bible, the last half of chapter 13.     Someday the gods – or he or it – will gather us all together into One World,   and somehow,  then,   we will all be surveiled and controlled –  or eliminated.

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The Antichrist can probably control the algorithms better than any human.

 

SPACE JUNK FOLLOW-UP

February 15, 2017

(Just in case any of you  like science   or technology or . . .   freedom.)

Remember the picture in the last post showing what all the space junk in orbit around our earth would look like?

space-junk-over-earth

That “space junk”  is doing things, we know.

Well,  there’s a follow-up in the news today,  kind of an “addition.”    The headlines for the article from Wired . com   reads:  “88 New Satellites Will Watch Earth All The Time  All The Places.”   

The 88 new satellites from the company called “Planet”  (and they’re buying more)  will be “imaging”   the earth and everything on it.   The article concludes by saying that every day the entire land mass of the planet will be photographed and databased.     Every day.  The whole planet.

And there is a long list of people, entities,  corporations, and government offices who are buying this information.

Word for the day:      Luddite  –   Not liking all this technology.   

I’m  not a Luddite, probably, but I just can’t think of one technological  “advance”   that has a net positive effect on human society.      (That is,  add up both columns,  positive and negative,  compare,  and the negative columns will be greater,  slightly greater or massively greater.)

Don’t tell me the medical industry is a positive.    We should have done it all differently,  focusing on  the health of the person ,  not on  the disease.    Health officials take care of the disease,  not the person.   How much do you think medical “advances” are worth?

How much of a price would you put on these cute little twins?

twins

Healthy little twins.    Just beginning to smile and get social.    How much do you think they were worth to their parents and family?

The world was recently  relieved of the presence of these little ones.

The medical industry declared that they were Sexually Active.     

They were vaccinated to death.    Routine vaccines.   Routinely too many at once.   Including the vaccine for a disease you catch  after  doing the “marital act”  with multiple partners – people  like lotharios,   prostitutes, and nymphomaniacs.

The medical industry thought these infants were a pair of immoral sluts.

Net positive effect?     Not if they were my babies.   America has the highest infant mortality rate of the industrialized  (technological)  world.

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.*    (It can be found here, but take out the spaces:      https://www . wired . com/2017/ 02 /88-tiny-satellites-will-watch-time-everywhere/

(Take out five spaces, I think.   Copy and paste and then take out the spaces if you want to read the whole article.)

NOT LAUGHING

February 9, 2017

(A sobering observation.)

Oh,  I still laugh freely in my private life,   among my friends and family.     Lots of enjoyable, funny things  around here.    But I had a glimpse of the world “out there”  today, which  gave me a little wake-up.   Life is a serious matter.

I’ve been staying away from the entertainment-news  media lately.

fake-news

I can  spare myself the aggravation of looking for some  real information on these news programming shows.    Even the sports “news”   has quite a strong agenda leaking through.

The Communists won the Culture War a long time ago.   Communists, socialists,  progressives,  “alinsky-ites,”  leftists – whatever you want to call them.    But it was FUN for us.    We’re not the ones who invented “sex, drugs, and rock n roll,”  but we sure had fun when  rebellion and moral confusion was inserted into our culture and made to seem normal.       The things that corrupt and weaken a society were happily embraced.

com-man-80  If you’re a serious reader, you  might want to read their plans for us,  or at least  a summary of their Book.     Or you might want to explore the Frankfort School of Marxism which laid out their plans for us.*     You’ll find uncertainty and confusion are important   “Planks”  of Marxism.

And it’s all to further their main goal, which is the destruction of the West,  and the destruction of America.       Our heads are spinning because we don’t know right from wrong –  but the Revolution is clear-headed, and they know what they’re doing.

The writers and producers  of our entertainment-news media call themselves The Left and they call anyone who has a different idea  The Right, and they have plenty of words to smear The Right with.    

We probably all woke up today to Google’s latest attempt to change our vocabulary.  “He who controls the vocabulary controls the discussion” – right?

def-of-fascism

Google gives us a new definition of “fascism”   – forgetting that fascism is a leftist phenomena,   a form of socialism,   as in the “National Socialist Party,” also  known as the Nazis.    This is a serious deformation of the English language,  but is part of the campaign to bend our minds towards their ideology.      They want to win!

Well, I knew all that.    Sometimes I just want to “skate” free for a while and not think about these things.     But I was reminded of just how serious all this is when I became identified as the Enemy this evening.

I had a busy, productive day – and I’m still happy about my computer working –  so I went to the library and took out a BBC series on DVDs that I’ve been wanting to see.    I won’t tell you the name  (anymore)   but it’s kind of the British equivalent of our FBI,  fighting domestic  crime and terrorism with all kinds of great technology.   I love that.

them

But in the first episode,   the enemy criminal was:  Me!   Myself and all the friends I know!   And the majority of American citizens.      Something we strongly believe in but the Left vehemently promotes.    We fight with prayer, strong prayer,  both private and quietly in public.

We don’t shout,  but we are shouted at.   We don’t throw things,  but things are thrown at us.     We don’t wave angry fists.  but angry fists are waved in our face.  We don’t threaten,  but we are threatened.     We don’t restrict people from walking on public sidewalks,  but we are restricted.

So guess who is the loony radical dangerous enemy to society?

I took offense, actually.     I took it personally.    Here is a whole popular TV series –  painting good people as evil.

I didn’t watch the rest of that episode, but I turned to the second one.

Same thing; different theme.     The traditional values that built up Western Civilization were treated as though they were some evil  ideological enemy of mankind.

And all the resources of the government are thrown at . . .  the people with traditional values.

In America,  the Leftists are exposing themselves as pretty out of touch with reality,  but they strongly believe what they are saying.  The children in college are being used to threaten and to be destructive and menacing against Conservative citizens.  Leftist judges overreach their authority and are treated as “authoritative.”    Professionals in various unions are gathering up their collective forces to obstruct and to take power.

They are all speaking words of division and disruption and hate.

I’ve studied revolutions formally in my university years –  and beyond.     Everyone gets hurt – even the ones being used by the revolutionaries.

It takes a tipping point to get a violent revolution started.  But it doesn’t take much to create that tipping point.

It always takes people by surprise.

“If only we could have pulled back a little”    and cooled off and began actually discussing issues, solving  mutual  problems,   acknowledging what we have in common.

But – with all that I’ve learned in the decades behind me –  this kind of attitude comes out of the values of Western Civilization —    the very values that we are allowing to be torn down.     (As predicted in 1917 –  “. . . russia will spread her errors . . .”   It’s not “russia” –  it’s the  socialism that overcame Russia.)

Didn’t we have some sort of election here that showed we wanted to return to those values?       One man can’t do it alone.  

We didn’t elect a Savior.

We couldn’t.

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  .*     “Basically, the Frankfurt School believed that as long as an individual had the belief — or even the hope of belief — that his divine gift of reason could solve the problems facing society, then that society would never reach the state of hopelessness and alienation that they considered necessary to provoke socialist revolution. Their task, therefore, was as swiftly as possible to undermine the Judaeo-Christian legacy…..

“To further the advance of their ‘quiet’ cultural revolution – but giving us no ideas about their plans for the future – the School recommended (among other things):

2.  Continual change to create confusion
3.  The teaching of sex and homosexuality to children
5.  Huge immigration to destroy identity.
7.  Emptying of churches
8.  An unreliable legal system with bias against victims of crime
9.  Dependency on the state or state benefits
10. Control and dumbing down of media
11. Encouraging the breakdown of the family

“One of the main ideas of the Frankfurt School was to exploit Freud’s idea of ‘pansexualism’ – the search for pleasure, the exploitation of the differences between the sexes, the overthrowing of traditional relationships between men and women.”  

 

Credit for this quotation goes to:

https:  // http://www.crossroad. to/ Quotes/brainwashing/2009/frankfurt-dewey.htm

(This is not a  link.   You’d have to remove spaces.  Or just Search for the Frankfort School (of Marxism).

My last post ended facetiously with  “Know Thyself.”          This one should end with:  “Know thy enemy.”

 

WHAT’S IN YOUR EYE?

January 21, 2014

WHAT’S IN YOUR EYE?   AND A GOOD JUNGLE SCARE. . . .

My mother’s heart is scared tonight,  so I just want to speak plainly, without pulling any punches, as they say.   (Why I’m scared I might talk about tomorrow.)    What I write tonight is true,  but it’s not politically correct,  and may be overly (impulsively) detailed.   So:

eye closeup

Good picture?    Nope.

Today’s technology can do much better:

CORNEAL IMAGE

In his cornea,  technology can see the people who were standing in front of him when his picture was taken.    We all know what pixels are…or at least how to use them and manage them.

The cornea of your eye can reflect an image of 150 pixels….10 X 15.   From this small image, law enforcement agencies can retrieve from a photograph the image that the subject was seeing at the time he had his picture taken.

I’m not surprised.   My favorite kind of movie is a really good high tech, spy-vs-spy,  action adventure thriller. . ..   Well, it has to be high, high tech to be good.

(Like Thor’s hammer,  my skeptical friend.  Magic is merely technology that we haven’t discovered yet.)

So, given my choice of movies,  this new technology that allows us to retrieve images from a living cornea, therefore, is not too surprising to me,  and I do understand some of the implications although I don’t know all of the possibilities.

Since I can’t discuss what I don’t know about,  I like to remember when this “technology”  was last known  (five hundred years ago)  and its results given to us human beings, first in Central America, and then to us in the whole world.

pupil whole lady

This is a familiar image to many.    It is Mary, the Mother of the Son of God,  as she appeared on a hilltop in a murderously pagan empire that was about to end.    Here is a close-up of her eyes:

pupil two eyesGod sees all things, and through the eyes of an apparition of Mary, He saw and  she saw what she saw  –   and now we can see it too.  What exactly was seen?

I once read  a chilling series of journal entries from a European man who was lined up with hundreds of prisoners along a dark pathway.  The line wound through the thick jungle in Central America, but the men didn’t know yet where it was leading.

poisoned arrow

The line moved slowly during that long dark night.  Escape seemed impossible for they were very well guarded with spears and poisoned arrows.   By men, that is, with spears and poisoned arrows.

jaguar

Escape successfully from these men and you face countless other poisons from insects and plants or you may become prey to the jaguars whose screams were heard in the long night of terror . . . near the terrified line of men.

As the night wore on and the line moved forward, human screams began to be heard, screams of mortal terror, mortal pain.   Then cheers of an enormous crowd.

sacrificing

We know this now to be the Mayan practice of assuring strength and prosperity by  (poisoning,  dismemberment)  ripping out the hearts of their sacrificial victims from on top of their step pyramids.

sacrifice at the top

That is where the man who wrote these journal entries was going.

Somehow he escaped and he was one of the few who made it back to the ships that had brought him to this “New World” and then he could write his journal.      Some (some!) of the Europeans knew a different God,  and they had brought missionaries to tell everyone about a kinder God who loves the world and all the creatures that He made.

About forty years later, when many more Europeans were living among these New World men with their savage gods,  one of the native people, named Juan Diego,  saw this messenger,  this lady,  this Mary, Mother of the Son of God, who in a miraculously created image stood out victoriously in front of all the recognizable Mayan/Aztec symbols.    In a short time many, many millions of native Americans converted and were baptized.   The human sacrifices ceased.    (For a time.)

The details of this story are easy to find everywhere on the Internet,  but here is where we can double back to “today’s” technology.   Using a similar idea, several years ago,  the eyes of the image of the lady that was left behind,  were examined.

That close-up of her eyes.

pupil two eyes

And moving in even closer….

pupil image

When the image on the “cloth” was unfolded before the church authorities, the cornea on the eyes of the image  had recorded those men standing in front of it.   This is one state of the development of that image.   We think it might be Juan Diego himself.

The “technology”  needed to record and to retrieve the corneal image seems to have been well-known by our Creator —   who has created all this.

Separated by almost five hundred years,   human corneas reveal the image they’ve seen.

Separated by almost five hundred years,  human sacrifice –  for the sake of personal strength and prosperity —  still exists in our nation.   This is a story you won’t hear on your television news this week,  but it’s  the story of 55,000,000 Americans.

It is easy to believe that the next “appearance” of Heaven’s messengers will not be a beautiful, gentle lady,  looking at four men, standing calmly before her.

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Perhaps this is a good Tribute to Tuesdays.  Hats off to our Rulers who somehow found a way for us to pay for ongoing human sacrifices.

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Corneal images from five hundred years ago – found in books about Our lady of Guadalupe

Corneal images from today – found in several news articles (Search terms:  “retrieving”  “corneal”  “images”  — sorry,  I can’t “retrieve”  the exact article I read today)

For harrowing images of Mayan sacrifices –  see the movie Apocalypso   (if you…can)

For harrowing images of  . . .   never mind. …   They are kept from you in the name of “good taste.”

 

HAZEL, KHRUSHCHEV, & THE HAND OF BORGIA

October 16, 2013

It all started with a trip to OfficeMax yesterday.

Office Max

I’ve done some pretty inventive things with my computers, cell phones, cameras,  e-readers and MP3 players lately.     But this time both my cell phone and camera were giving me some warning signals that they were “full up to here” and they didn’t seem to appreciate my creative tinkering.   I tried connecting and downloading and exporting but was always stopped by some pretty strange messages from my devices, and since very precious photos were at stake, I decided to get some professional help.

I cannot praise these people highly enough.  After just a few minutes I said good-bye to the OfficeMax people, having great confidence, two happy devices with brand-new storage,  old SD-cards in good condition, and a few new ones to spare.    I’ve spent hours now, reviewing and downloading three years’ worth of photos into every electronic thing I can think of.

“Wow.  Was that me?”     “Was that my life?”    “Was that how it was when Hubbie was still alive?”    “Am I still me with all these changes?”    I found my favorite photo of Hubbie.  It was in the Fall, just a few years ago.  He was in my favorite shirt, a tan plaid, flannel shirt.  ( Have you ever hugged someone in a tan, plaid, flannel shirt?   mmmm)     Well. . . .   That photo sure brought me back to … the past, which I can still feel.

School Days. 

bus city

During this time, a random search for a weather report sent me to the television and the Weather Channel, which was just then giving a “nostalgic”  photo review of Hurricane Hazel.   Instantly, I was transported back to my school days, a little girl on a school bus, watching out the window as the “Chicago City Limits” sign glided past, knowing I’d still have fifteen long minutes to go before I was home.

DCF 1.0I spent a lot of time daydreaming from the inside of a school bus –  until I was old enough to roller skate back and forth to school!

Hazel:

hazel the witch At 8 years old,  when I heard “Hazel,”  I thought of Hazel the Witch, of course.   And cartoon witches were fun, but real witches were bad.    So – at 8 years old –  I was musing about the grown-ups who had named a hurricane after a witch.    I’m not sure I knew what a hurricane was, and I’m not sure if I knew the word “appropriate,”  but it seemed fitting that a storm that brought such bad things should be named after a witch.

Hurricane Hazel Damage

Hurricane Hazel Damage

So…I had experienced two uses for the name Hazel.   And then I thought of my friend who knew someone who had a cousin who had an aunt who was named Hazel.    Ahhh.    So real people were named Hazel.   Poor them.

I can still “feel” that sense of discovery, that words have so many meanings.    I can still feel what it was like to be a little girl in a school bus wondering about all these things.    As my SD cards showed me,   I am “me” then and now.

Another thing filled our world when I was a little girl, and it was still there when I was a teenager, a young married woman,  and now…. all the things I am now.  It was the presence of Premier Khrushchev, of the Soviet Union.      Their growing strength and overtly threatening words were a part of our everyday life.    The Cold War was real.  We were all thankful it was staying “cold.”

The documents that guided the Soviet Union were sacred directives, and eventually produced a plan  that was discussed in our Congress.    It was  a step-by-step plan for overtaking America in the only way they realized that they could:  by stealth, and not by outright war.   It’s often called The 45 Goals of Communism in America.   You can use any Search engine for that, or if I figure out how to use the More function on this computer, I’ll copy them there.

I grew up knowing these goals, at least knowing they were there…knowing some of them…knowing them less and less because it was one of the goals to be “stealthy” about their plans,  and since they succeeded in our media and in our government and in our schools,  they succeeded in being stealthy.

Socialism is part of the ongoing revolutionary revolt against the Church.   That’s why the Soviet Union proclaimed itself to be atheist.    That’s why the national socialists of Germany executed so many Catholics…and those of other faiths.     The forces of the self-named “enlightenment,”  of the French Revolution, of the various republican revolutions of the 19th century,  of the various communist revolutions of the 20th century,  of Liberation Theology and the takeover of the Church, the European Union, the communists’ foundation of the United Nations,   of the socialist takeover of the United States. . . .  The Revolution isn’t over yet.

And I fret.

And then I feel that “heavy hand” of St. Francis de Borgia on my shoulder –  Nunca Mas! –  and I remember I was still “me”  through all the history I’ve seen, just as St. Francis served his God and king through all the historic changes he saw.   And I know deep down that in spite of what was going on around him, he wrote what he wrote,  he did what he did,  he taught what he taught and he did all because he was serving God first.      Circumstances didn’t change his faith.    He reached that most important goal of Eternal Heavenly Rest.   I know what he’s saying to me.

 

PSALM 66 –

 May God have mercy on us, and bless us: may he cause the light of his countenance to shine upon us, and may he have mercy on us.

 That we may know thy way upon earth: thy salvation in all nations

 Let people confess to thee, O God: let all people give praise to thee.

 Let the nations be glad and rejoice: for thou judgest the people with justice, and directest the nations upon earth.

 Let the people, O God, confess to thee: let all the people give praise to thee:

 The earth hath yielded her fruit. May God, our God bless us,

 May God bless us: and all the ends of the earth fear him.

 

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