Good Morning

 

What happened to Thursday?

 

I try to write publish or at least write my blog on Thursday. Suddenly it was Friday, and Thursday was gone. 

 

Oh, I saw the day; I just didn't give it a name. Neither did I see it come or go. I completed my book on Vision Training (Hello Beautiful, The Art, and Science of Vision Training Using the Bates Method), created a cover, went to town, took a walk with daughter number one, her dog, and mine, and carried home Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner. Oh, that's more than you want to know.)

 

I do want to thank all of you who asked for more on Vision Training. I didn't think I had more to say, but I did.

 

And writing that little booklet has made me more aware of taking care of my eyes. I now frequently look up from my computer. I look near to far to rest my eyes, and for relaxation, I palm them. That's easy and restful. No sweat.

 

When I was looking up jokes from my 11-year-old-grandson, I found this one that rather pertains to what I am writing about: "Why was six afraid of seven?"

 

"Because seven eight nine."

 

Yeah, he might think it's corny too.

 

I'm concerned with all of you out there who are in this morass of craziness with masks. Indeed, wear them; I'm just worried about all this "Social distancing," lay-offs, and businesses closing. 

 

Are you Okay?

 

Don't you feel a bit odd that some people practically run when they see you coming, or they can't cast an eye in your direction? Will this fear of each other carry over after Covid19 is over? My Chiropractor said, "I have never seen so many people frightened over a flu."

 

I had a flu from hell a couple of years ago, so my druther is not to get one. However, we're social beings, and making us fear each other is a big problem. And what's it doing to kids? I feel that they should stay home and virtual school than go into a classroom and wear masks and "Social distance."

 

Well, people have lived through covering their windows at night, so bombers don't see the lights of houses (Britain during WWII), so I guess this flu epidemic is minuscule compared to that. 

 

We can do it. 

 

Here is something my youngest daughter brought home to me:  

 

Did you know we once had a woman President? 

 

President Woodrow Wilson had a stroke while in office, and encouraged by Wilson's doctor, his wife Edith Wilson took over. 

 

Edith Wilson was the First Lady of the United States from 1915 to 1921. Mrs. Wilson, a widow herself, met Wilson when he was grieving his first wife's death.

For Wilson, it was love at first sight. And although the cabinet tried to squelch Wilson's budding romance, thinking it would harm his chances of being reelected, Wilson and Galt married anyway.

 

Mrs. Wilson remained devoted to her husband until his death at age 67. 

 

Edith Bolling Galtin, coincidentally, was a direct descendent of Pocahontas (I love that), had honed skills of taking care of herself and managing her previous husband's Jewelry business after his death. She became wealthy enough to regularly travel to Europe and become interested in fashion.

 

Despite her wealth and what one rogue dubbed "kittenish" good looks, Edith was barred from high society's echelons simply because she earned her wealth instead of inheriting it. (Horrors.) And she shocked high society by driving around town in an electric car. 

 

All that changed one chilly day in the early spring of 1915. when she met Woodrow Wilson. 

 

As it turned out, she was quite capable of stepping into her husband's footsteps as President. She managed the office of the President from October 1919 until the end of his term in 1921. This role she later described as a "stewardship." 

 "I myself never made a single decision regarding the disposition of public affairs," she later said, "The only decision that was mine was what was important and what was not, and the very important decision of when to present matters to my husband."

 

In 1921, Joe Tumulty (Wilson's chief of staff) wrote: "No public man ever had a more devoted helpmate, and no husband more dependent upon her sympathetic understanding of his problems ... Mrs. Wilson's strong physical constitution, combined with strength of character and purpose, has sustained her under a strain which must have wrecked most women."

 

During WWI Mrs. Wilson followed the protocol of rationing of food along with the rest of the country by observing wheatless Mondays and meatless Tuesdays. To save manpower she had sheep grazing the lawn of the white house. The herd numbered 48 at one point, and made $52,823 for the Red Cross through the auction of their wool.  

 

President Wilson is remembered as an advocate for democracy, progressiveness, and world peace, including winning the Nobel Peace Prize. Wilson left a complicated legacy that included re-segregating many branches of the federal workforce. Wilson was a college professor, a University president, and the Democratic governor of New Jersey before winning the White House in 1912. Once in office, he pursued an ambitious agenda of progressive reform that included establishing the Federal Reserve and Federal Trade Commission.

 

Wilson tried to stay neutral during the First World war, declaring that "To fight, you must be brutal and ruthless, and the spirit of ruthless brutality will enter into the very fiber of our national life."

 

He was forced into the War when American ships were repeatedly bombed.

 

Though Wilson's legacy on world peace, women's rights, and labor reform are exemplary, his record on race was dismal. Perhaps it was his Southern upbringing, or maybe he was just a product of his times when most Americans considered racial inequality normal.

 

After a private screening in the White House of the movie, Birth of a Nation, Wilson is reported to have said, "It is like writing history with lightning, and my only regret is that it is all so terribly true." (Birth of the KKK and such.) Later, he reportedly called the film an "unfortunate production" and hoped the film would not be shown in Black communities.

 

"When we know better, we do better."—Maya Angelou.

 

"Here on the pulse of this new day You may have the grace to look up and out and into your sister's eyes, Into your brother's face, your country And say simply, very simply With hope, "Good morning."—Maya Angelou.

Pie in the Sky, or Crab in the Bucket?

I know, I used this picture earlier on, but I thought it was pertinent.

Good morning dear readers,

You know how much it tickles me when you sign up, comment, or follow?

Enough to make me roll on the floor in a fit that makes the dog think it’s playtime.

 

Last night I opened a couple cans of clam chowder, turned on a Netflix cooking channel and told my husband that at least he got a visual feast. 

 

Don’t they say that part of our pleasure in eating is visual? 

 

How are you doing with feeding the family? Now that my husband is home all the time, I feel more pressure to fix meals, and I’m running out of ideas, and inclination to prepare them.  I’m happy to have food, but its ongoingness is daunting. My attitude is, “Just go to the refrigerator and get something to eat, what’s with silverware, salt, and pepper, napkins?” (Although I do like being civilized once in a while.)

 

Speaking of food, one of my favorite foods is crab meat. A weekend ago, my niece, husband, and two little children rented a beautiful house on Oregon’s coast, and invited us.

 

The house had windows the full length of the house and within a stone’s throw to the beach where an expanse of coastline ran the length of our vision, right and left. The surf did what surfs do, rolled in and out, a continual sloshing and white capping. And when the wind caught the top of a wave, it sent a skiff water off in a mist to evaporate. There were a few rocks offshore and we watched the waves slap them, then throw themselves into the air, to laugh and do it again.

 

The second day there, my daughter, son, husband, and I sat with my niece in the sand on the beach and talked about life. We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

 

And at lunchtime, there beside the windows, what did we have on the table? Freshly cooked crab, butter, lemon, pliers, picks, Caesar salad. There was enough crab to fill six adults, two kids, and have some leftover.

 

El Yumo.

 

This has been a week of miracles with some trauma thrown in so I wouldn’t become too spoiled. The trauma was me trying to sell on Amazon. I was so tickled when I sold some items until I discovered that the Amazon fees, drop shipping fees, mailing fees, ate up my profits—and then some.  It’s been a learning curve, so don’t buy the hype that you can sit on the beach and rake in the dough. It takes a particular strategy.

 

Daughter dear and I are ever investigating life’s persistent questions and attempting to figure out this manifesting thing. How is it that some folks work their butts off with little to show for it, while others do rake in the dough?

 

I decided to test manifesting (start small, they say), so I said I would manifest a red rose. “Not the orange-red one such as we have growing outside our window,” I said, “but a crimson- red one.” Well, I asked for it, then left it alone without giving it much thought. The following day, I heard a “Bing” on my phone, and when I opened it, it was an Instagram picture of a red rose.

 

“Is this my rose?" I screamed over the messaging system to my daughter.

 

She assured me that it was.

 

We put out the order, but do not know what form it will take in answering. If you decide to try this, let me know your results.

 

I’ve spoken before about the Conscious Mind and the Subconscious Mind, how the Conscious Mind is the censor, the logical one. It’s into survival. The Subconscious Mind is the creator, and it doesn’t know the difference between real and imagined. The reason imagining works is that you have given the Subconscious the look, feel, and smell of your heart’s desire, and it goes okay; “If that’s what you want, I’ll, find a way to give it to you.” And she will if the Conscious Mind doesn’t thwart the process by convincing her that it’s crazy to think that way. “You can’t create out of thin air. Besides, that’s not the way the world works.’

 

“Haha. We’ll show you otherwise. You’ve been reading the wrong science books.”

 

Neville Goddard says the Conscious Mind is like the male energy, the Subconscious is the female. And they speak different languages.

 

Given that idea, the universal trick is learning to communicate.

 

Okay, here’s some fun:

 

“Have you heard about a new restaurant named Karma?

 

There’s no menu; you get what you deserve.”

 

 

My two hottest blogs so far are “How to Blog When You’re Broke and Clueless,” and “Hello Beautiful, Check Your Eyeballs.” 

 

Regarding the ladder, I’m expanding that information into an ebook that will be coming soon. I hope it can help people who have asked for more on that subject.

 

If you're a writer or blogger, you might check my other blog, “The Best Damn Writer Blogger on the Block” (Hee hee, I’m the only one.)

 https://www.bestdamnwritersblog.com

 

Carry on,

I am happy to visit with you. Let me know what you think. I welcome input.

Jo

Our Mission

 If We Choose to Accept it. 

But first, A rainy morning at Dutch Bros, and a free Pupaccino for Sweetpea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."—Martin Luther King Jr.

 I don’t want this site to be political. However, I was riled yesterday when I heard—see news come to you whether you watch it on TV or not—that the President of the United States, a country that stands for equality and justice for all, would not condemn white supremacy. When pressured, he hemmed and hawed and finally said they should “Stand down and stand by.”

What!

 That sounds like he wants to use them later on.

 The news today is that he has the virus. 

 That changes his health, not his political bent. 

 Where to go from here?

I’m going for the thought that feels best. Hope, trust, belief in the goodness of people. Believe that people want a brighter day, believe that the color of one’s skin is simply a matter of melanin—the pigment in our skin responsible for color. White Supremacy?! That’s a crock. Let’s believe that it’s time our children were “judged not by the color of their skin, but the content of their character.”

 Remember who said that? Or, is it just old folks like me?

 How did our society breed dissent and bigotry?

People believe what is drummed into their heads, day and night, repeated over and over. And like it or not, all being equal, positivity or negativity, negativity wins. (Initially, not ultimately.) Why do you think they tell us bad things over and over? 

Our mission, if we choose to accept it, is to overcome negativity bias. 

(Negativity Bias is the phenomena that negativity has an emotional component that makes it REMEMBERED. Perhaps noticing the negative, the fearful, could have had survival value long ago when we evolved into upright beings. The ones who were always on the alert for danger escaped that danger and survived to procreate more fearful human beings. (That's a simple answer. I don’t really know.)

So, it’s back to fear again. It’s the thing to guard against. Daughter dear presented this to me today: “What if human beings were given a powerful gift, and they were too stupid to know it?”

One might say we didn’t know we had it. One could say that it was frightened out of us. Perhaps it was withheld from us, or taken from us. Old mythology tries to explain our lack of knowledge by giving us this story: After the Creator created man out of mud, he placed him and his mate in a beautiful garden, then forbid him to eat of the Tree of Knowledge. When they did take a bite (inquisitive kids), they were kicked out of the garden and made to work for their living. (I won’t even go into that they blamed the woman. (Yep, we’re the inquisitive ones. And any wise parent knows that in time the kids would eat of that tree.)

 The Mayas (from the Popol Vuh) say that after creating man out of maize, (the first try, making man out of wood, broke), the man, thankful for life, said, “Let us give thanks to the creators, for now, we can see what is near and is far.” The creators mumbled among themselves and said it is not good that our creation can see near and far, for then they will be as powerful as us. So, they blew mist in their creation’s eyes so they could only see what was near.

 It would appear that someone knew that the human being was more powerful than commonly thought and that somewhere along the line, he lost it.

 What if we find it?

 Daughter Dear’s investigation, the Law of Attraction, for want of a better word, says that we have the power within us to create. The brain doesn’t know what is physical and what is imagined. For example, a study where one half the people exercised their index finger, the other half visualized exercising their finger. The ones who envisioned the exercise had the stronger finger. Daughter dear is gearing up to do a book and enrolling me. It would be a simple book. Perhaps an activity a day.

 “People don’t like exercises,” I said.

 “But these would be easy and fun.”

 “You think people would want something like that?

 “Fifteen minutes a day to change your life. who wouldn’t want that?”

 “I would.”

 And I began the day with nothing to say.

 

 

 

Yesterday I wrote Volume 5 of Where the Tiger Belches. I will mail it on Oct 21, 2020. Anyone who signs up will get Vol. 1-5 plus one a month until May 21, 2021. (The first was free.)

 

Intro:

After I read the last line of vol 4 (“Where’s my place?”), I turned the page looking for the answer.

Oh, I didn’t write it.

 No answer came from the blue. As with life, it expects you to find your own way. Sometimes, though, we get a little help from our friends, as here with the jungle lady.

 Let’s see what she has to offer:

 Onto Vol 5…

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“What is your name?” I asked my blind seer.

 “I’m known as Momma Kai.”

 “I’m Jo,” I said.

 “Yes, Jo, I’ve known you since the beginning of time.”

“You have!” I exclaimed and then thought, Okay, really? Now I have a demented old woman on my hands. Maybe I better be on my way.

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