Edgar Blaire

2021-07-19T11:12:00.000-07:00

Robert "Lefty" Grove was a Major League Baseball pitcher in the late 1920s and 30s. I'm not going to get into his biography because I don't know much about him, you can check out Wikipedia for his full bio. I was researching ERA leaders throughout the years for an ongoing investigation into spin rates, sticky stuff and related stats when I noticed Lefty Groves' name in a long stretch of years. From 1929 until 1939 Robert "Lefty" Grove won the ERA title a whopping eight times! including 4 straight years from 1929 until 1932! He plkayed for the Philadelphia Athletics during those four years. The ERA title was won by Mel Harder in 1933 and as I read the ERA winner for 1934 I thought Wikipedia made a mistake because the name was Lefty Gomez, assuming it was supposed to be Lefty Grove, yet I continued reading the list and noticed that the other Lefty, Gomez, actually won it again in 1937, snapping the original Lefty, Groves' streak of consecutive titles while with the Boston Red Sox in 1935-36! I also realized that Gomez played for the Yankees. That must have been some rivalry! The original Lefty, well at least for me, Grove, went on to win the ERA title again in 1938 and 39! He ended his career with 300 wins and 141 losses, a lifetime ERA of 3.02 and 8 ERA titles in an 11 year span! I should also note that in 1931 while with the As he won the American league MVP. His stat line for that year is unbelievable. I will share a few of them that I found courtesy of Baseball-Reference.com:

41 Games started 27 complete games 4 shut outs 175 strike outs 61 Base on balls issued

31 Wins 4 Losses 2.06 ERA

Those numbers are staggering! Especially if you compared them to todays standards. His 27 Complete games are more than the entire League, both American and National leaders have had in a five year span from 2017-2021! The American League leader for Complete games last year had 2!

Robert "lefty" Grove won three world series' with the A's and had a stellar Major League Baseball career. I went from researching spin rates to finding a pitcher worthy of mention. I am going to end this piece on Lefty Groves and start doing some research on Lefty Gomez. This is yet another reason why I love Baseball so much, it is rich in history and full of great personalities from every walk of life. I love the fact that even with a pretty extensive knowledge of the game I can learn something new about it or one of it's many stars every single day. I truly am a student of Baseball and will be my entire life.

A few last notes on Lefty Grove that I discovered over at Wikipedia, he owns the record for striking out the most in a 9 inning game, he whiffed in all 5 of his at bats in one game!

He won the Pitcher's Triple Crown 2 times. He was elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1947.

and last but certainly not least, He was voted the starting left handed pitcher for Baseball's 100th Anniversary all time team.

2020-03-10T11:02:00.001-07:00

VICTORIA WOODHULL: FIRST FEMALE TO BE NOMINATED TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT.

(Sorry Hillary, you lose again).

Hello and welcome to another edition of my blog. Since yesterday was International Women’s Day, I figured I’d introduce a very unique and amazing female from a time when women didn’t have nearly half of the rights they have, in the Western Hemisphere, anyhow. I will not get into the atrocious living conditions for women in most Middle Eastern counties. Look into it yourself, it’s disgusting but it is how most women were treated up until just less than 100 years or so. Just a few years ago Saudi Arabia allowed women to get driver’s licenses, just a FEW YEARS AGO! Of course most women still cannot or won’t drive over there because of the overt sexism and I’m sure their penalty for speeding is 100 lashes or some insane medieval crap like that but I digress. I am going to stick with the positive and tell you about the first Woman to run for the United States Presidency and no her name does not start with an H and that is one of the reasons I am writing this blog on International Women’s Day, well the day after. It is so I can rectify this major historical error that has been swirling since the first time that lady that starts with an H ran fro president, SHE WAS NOT THE FIRST FEMALE TO RUN OR BE NOMINATED FOR THE PRESIDENCY. There have been a few but none as interesting or as accomplished as my subject today. Her name was Victoria Woodhull. She was the first publisher of the “Communist Manifesto” in the US and on 2 April, 1870, Ms. Woodhull became a candidate for the presidency, running on the ticket of the National Radical Reformers. (YES, folks, we had many different political parties in the 17-1800s. Why just 2 now)? Her Vice Presidential running mate was none other than Frederick Douglass, the famous African-American orator and abolitionist. When she showed up to vote on election day she was of course turned away because women wouldn’t get the privilege to vote for another 50 years! You want to talk about courage? Could you imagine what she must have gone through on a daily basis? Campaigning everyday, being verbally abused and heckled constantly. I got the above facts from the book I am currently blogging about, The Best, Worst and Most Unusual, by Fulton & Fowler. Circa, 1976. As I went over to Wikipedia to see what they say about MS. Woodhull, I was of course not shocked to see that those biased writers

for wikipedia turned her story into just that, a widely speculated story. The dates don’t match and some of the Historical information is skewed. For starters the page claims Ms. Woodhull’s Presidential nomination was a scam, as she wasn’t old enough to run. They then attack the party she was in and mix up a few more dates. The article doesn’t take her claim of being the first nominated Female very seriously because they wanted that woman who’s name that starts with an H to have that honor. The wikipedia page has been changed numerous times in the last few years, with MS. Woodhull’s page even being edited as of 20 February 2020. Why would wikipedia still be changing the page of a woman long forgotten? Unless a certain woman who’s name starts with an H, is thinking about running for president again, then her cronies would be all over that page again, trying to erase an important piece of American History or at least bend it to their own historical guidelines. Just as my last post proved that History can be re-written this post is doing just the same. It wasn’t even my intentions on this post but the manipulation is easily seen. My advice to you would be to go check out your local library one of these days, find a book about Victoria Woodhull and see how historians portrayed her 150 years ago to now. Today’s historians (if that’s what you can call these people who type up a wiki page) have diminished and even tarnished Ms. Woodhull’s historical achievements because it doesn’t line up with the History they want to write or fabricate.

Women and men today should know who Victoria Woodhull is without having to find every flaw that today’s “historians” associate with her. Her wikipedia page is fairly lengthy yet only a small paragraph or two cover her presidential run(S), she ran again twice more. The page then goes on to talk about her three failed marriages, her experimentation with free love, her thoughts on abortion (she was anti-abortion), her ties to prostitution and of course how she and her sister were bribed to move to England by Cornelius Vanderbilt because he was afraid they’d testify against him about real estate abuses. This poor woman has been railroaded more by progressive historians than by those who wrote about her 150 years ago. They have turned a courageous, free spirited, liberated woman into a whore and criminal so their modern day messiah can have that spotlight on her, a clear 150 years after the fact. It is disgusting and just another example of how fragile our real history is. I began this blog post earlier today ready to talk about a driving force in Woman’s Suffrage only to be derailed by the greed and selfishness of those people whom desperately crave power in our society. It is a true shame that Victoria Woodhull will never get the full respect she deserves just because some women now want what she already had? How can we truly evolve as a species when we keep taking three steps forward then four steps back?

Seriously though, do yourselves a favor and do some research on Victoria Woodhull, just don’t do it on line. Soon books will be a thing of the past and the words written in them will be replaced with inferior or untrue content slapped together to make someone’s history sound better or worse than it really was. Hoard your books, especially history books, protect them and for God’s sake use them! We are living in a time when the history can be re-written and the past can be forgotten. That is a very scary thought for me.

Ok, well thanks for tuning in again and sorry if I didn’t stay on topic today. Please research this stuff for yourselves, draw your own conclusions. Be aware of what is happening and most importantly never give up on the truth. No matter how hard it becomes to find.

Until Next Time……..PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2020-03-03T17:58:00.000-08:00

The Shortest Presidency. This man was President for 24 hours and you probably don't know it.
He would have been the 12th President, after Polk and before Tyler. Yet your history says differently, here is the story and my hypothesis as to why. Please enjoy.

When it comes to Presidents of the United States, we Americans can name quite a few. Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Reagan, Obama and yes of course the 45^th, Trump. This isn’t about any of them, as a matter of fact this blog is about a President that I would care to bet a very small fraction of Americans know who about at all.

Well folks I’m about to introduce you to the shortest termed and most unknown American President ever. His name was David Rice Atchinson, A Senator from Missouri who holds the distinction of being our shortest lived and most forgotten President.

The information I will be sharing with you comes from the book: The Best, Worst, and Most Unusual. Noteworthy Achievements, Events, Feats & Blunders of Every Conceivable Kind. Written or more appropriately compiled by, Bruce Felton & Mark Fowler. Galahad Books 1976, reprinted in 1994.

As I stated last week I was going to be using this book as reference for some material for my blog. Well I have found it. Lots of it. I cannot wait to share. Now back to our shortest tenured President. Mr. Atchison. Before I indulge what Wikipedia or other sources on the net say let me show you what was written in the book first. This next portion of the blog is word for word from the book.

MOST UNUSUAL PRESIDENT: (U.S.) At noon on March 4, 1849, (note, I didn’t even notice the date until now! WoW!!!) Zachary Taylor was scheduled to succeed James Polk as president. But March 4 was a Sunday and Taylor was a very religious old general who refused to violate the Sabbath by taking the oath of office. Thus, under the Succession Act of 1792, Missouri Senator David Rice Atchinson, as President Pro Tempore of the Senate, automatically became president of the

United States

. Atchinson is said to have taken his high office very much in stride. Tongue in cheek, he appointed a number of his cronies to Cabinet positions, then he had a few drinks, and retired to bed to sleep out the remainder of his administration. On Monday at noon Taylor took over the reins of government, but Americans can look back on the Atchinson presidency as a peaceful one, untainted by even the hint of corruption.**

So after reading the book version I hop over to Wikipedia.

Here is an excerpt from their page:

Inauguration Day fell on March 4—fell on a Sunday in 1849, and so President-elect Zachary Taylor did not take the presidential oath of office until the next day. Even so, the term of the outgoing president, James K. Polk, ended at noon on March 4. On March 2, outgoing vice president George M. Dallas relinquished his position as President of the Senate, at which time Atchison was elected President pro tempore. In 1849, according to the Presidential Succession Act of 1792, the Senate president pro tempore immediately followed the vice president in presidential line of succession. As Dallas's term also ended at noon on the 4th, and as neither Taylor nor Vice President-elect Millard Fillmore had been sworn-in to office on that day, it was claimed by some of Atchison's friends and colleagues that on March 4–5, 1849, Atchison was Acting President of the United States.

Of course Wikipedia goes on to dismiss the whole claim citing various different rules, etc.Feel free to follow any of the links or search it yourself. also check out the Succession act, it has been mentioned a time or two recently.I think the real reason no one wants to claim his one day Presidency was because of Mr. Atchinson’s Biography: Here is an excerpt from Wikipedia about his past:

David Rice Atchison (August 11, 1807 – January 26, 1886) was a mid-19th century Democratic^[1] United States Senator from Missouri.^[1] He served asPresident pro tempore of the United States Senate for six years.^[2] Atchison served as a major general in the Missouri State Militia in 1838 during Missouri's Mormon War and as a Confederate brigadier general during theAmerican Civil War under Major General Sterling Price in the Missouri Home Guard. He is best known for the claim that for 24 hours—Sunday, March 4, 1849 through noon on Monday—he may have been Acting President of the United States. This belief, however, is dismissed by nearly all historians, scholars, and biographers.

Atchison, owner of many slaves and a plantation, was a prominent pro-slavery activist and Border Ruffian leader, deeply involved with violence against abolitionists and other free-staters during the "Bleeding Kansas" events.*

Clearly, no one wants to admit that a prominent slave owner and anti-abolishment Confederate General was president, even for a day, but it’s true. This book came before Wikipedia and it wouldn’t have claimed the title unless it was true. This is just another case of history being erased, changed or completely ignored. I am not condoning slave ownership or Confederate Generals being president, I am pissed that the establishment or whomever is in charge of writing history is ignoring or re-writing the parts they don’t like. That is censorship, it is a breach of the 1^st amendment.

George Orwell wrote about the Ministry of Truth re-writing and changing history to support the State’s agenda. Don’t think they don’t do it know. Wikipipedia is a State sponsored “information source”. It is constantly being updated and rewritten. Check any relevant person or event on wikipedia and you’ll see it has been edited, a lot. I have written blogs about it before.

The main point I am trying to make with today’s post is that this book from the 1970s declares this man president for a day, it went through fact checking editors to make the list. It was a fact up until someone decided that this very interesting fact about the

presidents was too sensitive for some people. I don’t know to me that seems like censorship.

Anyhow, this book is full of great knowledge like this. The next one is about the real FIRST WOMAN to run for president. (Hint it happened over 100 years before that other lady who lost twice).

So stay tuned, read, share, comment, critique, love it, hate it, whatever. Thank you so much for reading…..PEACE!!!!!!!

*Wikipedia: David Rice Atchinson

** The Best, Worst, and Most Unusual. Noteworthy Achievements, Events, Feats & Blunders of Every Conceivable Kind. Written or more appropriately compiled by, Bruce Felton & Mark Fowler. Galahad Books 1976, reprinted in 1994.

2020-02-24T13:10:00.001-08:00

Two years. That's how long it has been since I have posted on this blog. Well I have some great news! I am planning posting again at least once or twice a week! I have no idea what I will be posting but I can tell you that this blog is my artistic one. I will not post anything related to current politics. I will cover conspiracy theories, historical observations, and just my usual poems, short stories, etc. The first few post are going to be commentary on excerpts from a book entitled: THE BEST, WORST, & MOST UNUSUAL, noteworthy achievements, events, feats & Blunders of every conceivable kind.
Published in 1976. I've read and referenced excerpts from this book before and I'm excited to fo it again. There are some great lists, etc. in here. You'll be surprised how differently people perceived the world even just 40 years ago.
I look forward to blogging again and hope you'll enjoy it.
Peace!!!

2018-03-27T07:34:00.001-07:00

Winter

By Homer MakGill (Jan 2012)

Cold unsheltered coat of white

penetrate your soul on a moonless night.

Ice clogged veins refuse to work

silently pleading as death begins to lurk

Starless canvas in the darkened skies

cold bitter wind no one hears your cries

Frozen peace invades your mind

as patiently the reaper bides his time

Numb and lost with no hope in sight

the chill has sapped the will to fight

Slipping closer to the haunted end

quietly wishing fate would bend

Hardened tears stay locked in place

while your broken soul quits the race

Whitewashed world spins loosely by

where your body falls your grave will lie

Realization grips your frostbitten heart

life is over, eternity now starts.

Peace!

2018-03-26T09:01:00.003-07:00

Thursday, October 13, 2011

I took this one with the color selector mode on the camera. I like the blue because it just screams at you to look at it. It draws your eyes right to it. I should say that I am not a photographer and I don't want to be the next Ansel Adams, I like to write, I call myself a writer bought I really haven't written much. I have ideas, lots and lots of ideas. Stories that I know would blow a readers mind, I can see them all as clear as day. I spend roughly thirteen to fourteen hours a day thinking, not average everyday normal life stuff, I am imagining new worlds, or traveling back in time to witness the evolution of man. I don't see our world for what it is I see it for what it should be or what I wish it was. I am probably the closest to actual full blown crazy then anyone else in my family. Not the hack my neighbors into pieces, cook them and feed them to you kind of crazy, the Ernest Hemingway, Kurt Kobain crazy. I am not an egomaniac by any means but I do truly have the feeling that there is something really awesome inside my constantly whirling mind. It's zinging and banging back and forth desperately trying to burst out into the world. I love to tell stories, I love to make people laugh and I love to be different, but sometimes it isn't so easy. I get so caught up in my fantasy worlds and my mind slips further away from reality that I sometimes forget that I have to be part of that reality because it's going on with or without me. I have lost a lot, I have been in the deepest pit of hell. I've had a fully loaded shotgun to my head with the finger on the trigger, I have swallowed a bottle of pills. I was battling crippling depression and horrible pains of regret and guilt. I was surrounded by darkness and despair yet somehow I came out of it. I am a better person than I was 5 years ago and I will continue to get better. Anything you've ever felt I've felt, except for childbirth and being shot, and that is not something to brag about. Betrayal is a very old friend of mine. I have gone from having everything to spending almost five years of daily drinking. Those years still haunt me and they don't go away. I see the way people look at me sometimes and I know they think about who/what I was back then, I have lost more friends than most people have ever had, I've ruined more lives than you could ever imagine and I’ve had more knives stabbed in my back then Julius Caesar. Back then the alcohol effectively blocked out my overworked mind and my crippling depression, I know had it been working like it does now I wouldn't be sitting here today. In a way being a raging alcoholic probably saved my life, even though it made me someone I am not it was better than real life, yet that me is dead. I happily buried that Homer in a steel vault under 259 tons of concrete three years ago. For the first time in a very long time I am me now, the crazy, funny, solitary semi-evil genius that is actually happy to be alive. I'm not certain were I was going with all this. My writing is like my thinking, sorry for that. Oh I think I was whining about being an alcoholic low life. I hate thinking about those days, I lay in bed at night and cry sometimes because I'm finally out of that life. I honestly didn't think I was going to make it and sometimes I'm afraid this is just a dream and when I wake up I'll be sleeping on somebody's floor with an empty bottle of vodka surrounded by the dark cloud of despair again. That is my worst fear, even worse than being covered in spiders in a confined space while listening to Nickelback. I have begun to define myself as a person, an interesting fun to be around (yet very solitary), I'd never betray him kind of person and as scary as it is it's fun as well. I'm smiling more now not from being drunk but for being happy...Happiness ,it's been so long, oh how I've missed thee, I like life. I cringe and lose my breath when I think of how close I was to pulling that trigger all those years ago. Happiness, love, family, friendship I've missed them way too much to let them go again, ever. The chair in the picture, that's me, scratched up and used but still going strong and even standing out from the crowd, whether that’s good or bad I guess we’ll have to wait and see…PEACE!!!!!!!!!!

2018-03-21T08:04:00.004-07:00

I woke up to the doorbell going berserk. Someone was holding it down and the buzzing was beginning to get to me. I was still half asleep as I fumbled for my phone. I grabbed it and squinted through my sleep encrusted eyes trying to get a clear reading on the display. It read 7:35, “Oh man!” I yelled through my parched throat, I didn’t have to be up for another three hours, who the hell was waking me this early. I was still groggy because I had taken my sleeping pill less than four hours ago, so I was moving rather sluggishly. The constant metallic drone of the doorbell was starting to irate me as badly as fingernails on a chalkboard. “I AM COMING! JESUS! RELAX!” I yelled as I dragged myself toward the front door. It was while I was zombie walking down the hallway that a few realizations hit me, the first was the fact that my apartment didn’t have a doorbell and the second more important fact was I was certainly not walking down my hallway. Somehow my tiny apartment had turned into a massive white marble hallway with intricate designs and paintings of an alien origin were peppered along the walls. I wasn’t walking either I was being ushered forward by a moving sidewalk like in the airports. Obviously I was dreaming I thought to myself as I enjoyed the ride toward the front door, trying hard to see some of the decorations on the wall but everything was still blurry from my half-sleep. I pinched myself, it hurt so I tried again, pain. I was positive I was dreaming and to prove the pinches were just a fluke, I wound up and cracked myself across the face. “Son of a Bi..!!” I yelled as I instantly started stroking my stinging face. How could I be awake on a moving sidewalk sliding through a marble hallway toward an unseen doorbell that won’t stop? I had many more questions than answers but figured I was just deep asleep due to the sleeping pill so I just decided to see where this was taking me. The moving sidewalk began to slow down as a large white door appeared a few feet ahead of me. It looked like it was made out of a huge marshmallow or a small cloud, with one small gold handle placed right in the middle at about waist height. I stopped completely less than a foot from the door and finally the doorbell ceased as I gently jerked the door open.

If the strange hallway and moving sidewalk weren’t enough, the scene that befell my sleepy eyes almost did me in completely. Right there just a few feet from me was Jesus Christ himself. I knew it was him immediately seeing as I have personally met him two times prior to this. He flashed a big toothy grin and embraced me in a big bearhug. I hugged back as he spoke, “It’s Obi Wan’s bachelor party and he wants you and me to take him to the arcade. I will pay for everything dude, you just need to bring a smile and a positive attitude.” We held the hug for a minute or so, there is a very peaceful feeling when Jesus touches you and his hugs feel like the warm embrace of a hot summer day. It is very hard to let go of him at all, anyway back to the story.

I agreed instantly and before I could even blink my eyes Jesus, Obi Wan Kenobi and myself were in the arcade I used to go to when I was a kid, it closed in 1989. I was still swooning from the Jesus touch and a tad bit drowsy, I felt drunk. I closed my eyes for a second to gain some sense of balance and when I opened them up I was standing next to Jesus eating a foot long corn dog while Obi Wan was playing Pac Man. Jesus touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “You okay dude?”

I grinned like a little kitten getting pet as his warming touch flowed through my body, “No dude,” I said sleepily, “I think I am just tired and maybe a little confused. Where am we?”

Jesus chuckled a little and took his hand off of my shoulder to point to the wall in front of us. My heart sank as his hand left my shoulder but it plummeted to my feet when I read the sign on the wall.

WELCOME TO PURGATORY. PLEASE ENJOY THE GAMES AS YOU AWAIT YOUR FINAL JUDGEMENT.

THANK YOU

THE STAFF OF THE AFTERLIFE INN

THE END….

Peace!!!!!

2018-01-12T07:59:00.001-08:00

Project Wormy, my thoughts on a multidimensional wormhole generator.
oriinally posted on this blog in January 0f 2012

This is an alien embryo I have started growing in my basement. Ha just kidding I don't have a basement! This is a prototype of the energy cell that I am working on for my time machine, it's a solid/liquid stabilizer that houses the fuel that runs it. The fuel is a mixture of gases and liquids trapped in a semi-cyrogenic state that begins to slowly seep into the propulsion system as it heats up. The main propulsion system is actually just a few large magnets that are constantly bombarded by both positive and negative atoms which make the magnets move in very erratic patterns. As the magnets gather more and more charges they start to vibrate uncontrollably it's at this point that the solid/liquid stabilizing fuel mixture is seeped into the engine which causes a catastrophic and violent reaction which literally rips open a hole in space and time. It essentially opens up a wormhole into either a different time or dimension. This of course is only theoretical as I have yet to actually try to use the Entropic Magneto Drive, or build it. This is all just a product of my over-imagination, although my theory is viable I have neither the resources nor the laboratory I would need to build my time machine.

I have put a lot of real time and energy into developing this highly improbable and very unlikely piece of science-fiction but it is so fun to think way outside of the box! I truly believe that anything is possible and this is the year to do it. Don't not try something or make excuses for trying something on the bases that it isn't possible or probable because if it crossed your mind the thought has some sort of meaning. I know there really isn't a leprechaun at the end of a rainbow, but since I have never actually chased a rainbow to the end I can't say that for certain. Who knows what's at the end? Ever dream of discovering Atlantis? Do it. What's stopping you? My point is just because the Entropic Magneto Drive isn't real doesn't mean it can't be, or better yet I have invented a fully functional time machine in my mind in less than an hour. The power of your mind and imagination can make anything possible as long as you believe it. Trust me as we usher in the year of the mind start thinking more outside of the box and you will see results immediately. By telling myself nothing is impossible the mundane everyday trappings of real life seem so easy by comparison. Free your mind and watch the fun begin. So until I can actually get the EMD going I will continue to create wonderful and improbable things in my head because anything is possible when you put your mind to it. By the way the picture is of a lava lamp. PEACE!!!!

2017-05-03T11:06:00.000-07:00

Jupiter Brain, the Black knight satellite and the Moon. My theory of Everything in one blog post.

A Jupiter Brain is a Supercomputer the size of a planet. Rather than being as dense as a planet, the far more reasonable engineering proposal would be a low-density lattice structure. It would thus be the size of a large planet, but only as massive as a moon or planetoid. The lattice structure would also allow it to radiate out waste heat. In other words, it’s just a massive computer. The Black knight satellite on the other hand is a mysterious piece of something that has been observed orbiting earth as long as 13,000 years ago. I can wait a minute if you want to stop and Google or Wiki this, it is worth reading about. Anyhow even the greatest inventor of the modern era, Nikola Tesla described the Black Knight in some of his interviews, he even claimed that it was even sending out some sort of signal. Of course mainstream astronomers and NASA has disputed such a satellite exists but that won’t stop me or millions of others from believing and we surely don’t have the technology to make and run a planet sized supercomputer so where am I going with this you might ask. Well that question is simple, I believe that the Moon, our own planets satellite may indeed be a giant supercomputer used to run the simulation that we call Earth, using the Black Knight satellite as some sort of monitoring or sensory equipment. It is the belief of myself and many others that the Moon is actually artificial and placed perfectly into our orbit. I won’t get into the hundreds of anomalies on the Moon that back up the fake story but again I don’t want to spend my time on things that can easily be researched for yourself. Needless to say if the Moon were actually a Jupiter brain built by a very ancient and very advanced species it would have enough power to run the greatest simulation in the History of the Universe, us, Humankind, the Earth and everything on it. The holographic planet would solve a lot of our most pressing mysteries as each could be just a glitch in the system. Mandela Effects, déjà vu, out of place artifacts and most paranormal events could all be explained by this theory. As for the Black Knight, I believe the alien programmers left the mysterious black hunk of metal as an orbiting observation station, constantly orbiting the planet scanning for anomalies or other problems that may come with running a gigantic supercomputer. Interestingly enough there is a proposed supercomputer even larger than a Jupiter Brain, one that could actually run an entire HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE! These monstrous supercomputers named, Matrioska Brains would actually be the size of a solar system or maybe even galaxy, each planet would be a massive computer layered with Dyson Spheres (Giant metal and electronic shells placed over the planets to capture, store and use all of the planets energy) drawing immense power from not only the systems sun or suns but also from the planets themselves. With a Galaxy worth of energy and millions of years of technological innovation who’s to say a super advanced species couldn’t have done this already in a lab. Our universe could very possibly be nothing more than an ancient life simulation programmed by aliens in a real galaxy composed of Matrioska Brains instead of actual planets. Look what humans have accomplished with technology in just the last hundred years, we ourselves can create holographs and VR, what will technology be like in a hundred, thousand or million years from now?

In closing I just want to reiterate this is just my theory and I’m not a physicist, astronomer or anything else that would make my opinion valid, I am just a curious person with a passion for research and trying to solve unsolvable problems. I do hope you will spend a few extra minutes soon looking into the various brains, the holographic universe theory, the artificial moon theory, Dyson Spheres and whatever else piques your curiosity. That is all for now, have a great day and as always……………………….PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Image is purportedly of the Black Knight.

A rendering of a Dyson Sphere encapsulating a planet.

2017-04-24T11:08:00.005-07:00

Ancient Copper mining in the UP of Michigan and where did it all go?

About 5000 mines have been discovered, in an area that is roughly 200 kilometers long and five to ten kilometers wide. The area mined on Isle Royale measures sixty to eight kilometers. If all mines were placed in one consecutive row, it would measure eight kilometers, eight meters wide and ten meters deep. Every mine that was opened in the past 200 years, showed some previous, prehistoric mining activity. This included mines where the copper ore did not protrude to the surface – showing evidence of the advanced knowledge which allowed the prehistoric miners to identify subterranean ores. Carbon dating of wood timbers in the pits has dated the mining to start about 2450 BC and end abruptly at 1200 BC. Officially, no one knows where the Michigan copper went. All the “ancient copper culture” tools that have been found could have been manufactured from just one of the large boulders. A placard in London’s British Museum Bronze Age axe exhibit says: “from about 2500 BC, the use of copper, formerly limited to parts of Southern Europe, suddenly swept through the rest of the Continent”. No one seems to know where the copper in Europe came from.
Ancient mine pits, extending from the Porcupine Mountains north along the Keweenaw Peninsula and on Isle Royale have been found over hundreds of years. The extent of the work meant that tens of thousands of people must have been involved over the course of millennia, but they left no structures. No skeletal remains. Just thousands of rocks used for mining and some copper spear points, beads and other trinkets. The reason no bodies were discovered may be because the mines were only worked in the summer months. Again there is rampant speculation as to where they could have camped or originated from with many researchers pointing South to the ancient mound builders city of Aztalan in southern Wisconsin. There have been over 70 burial mounds examined and mining hammers like ones found on Isle Royale have been found. This is a good indication that the miners lived here. Interestingly enough I began this research actually looking at the mysterious underwater pyramids in a lake three miles from Atzalan and somehow got to the ancient copper. The Minoans were a Bronze Age trading civilization who were very good at sea-fairing and trading and back when they were at the height of their power bronze was the metal which all weapons and ship fittings, etc were made from. The chief ingredient for bronze is copper. The era around 3000 BC saw more than 500,000 tons of copper being mined in the Upper Peninsula. The largest mine was on Isle Royale, an island in Lake Superior, near the Canadian border. Here, there are thousands of prehistoric copper pits, dug thousands of years ago by ancient peoples unknown. The Minong Belt on Isle Royale has a distance of one and three quarter miles in length and is nearly four hundred feet wide. The copper pits range ten to thirty feet deep with connecting tunnels; one archaeologist estimated that their digging would take the equivalent of 10,000 men working for 1000 years.
It is clear that with a vast workforce – possibly as many as 10,000 people – some must have died. It is also likely that at least some laborers came with families. In short, there must have been a number of dead people, but where are the burials? The answer: nowhere. Where the dead were taken is another good question, as there is no evidence of cremation or burial near any of the sites or the Upper Peninsula in general. The only thing that was left behind, were their tools – millions of tools, and this suggests that the workforce, though not necessarily from Europe, was most likely not local either.
But that it could very well be Europe, was given a boost when in 1922, William A. Ferguson discovered a harbor on the north coast of Isle Royale. Ships could load and unload, aided by a pier that measured 500 meters in length. This suggests that the type of ships that anchored here, were large ships – and that there were many. The most likely explanation as to the purpose of this harbor was that they formed the point where the copper was loaded… to be transported to other regions. The presence of the harbor further shows that the people working the mines were not local, as the local Indians only used small canoes.
Many researchers, myself included, believe that the ancient Minoans were the ones who at least started the mining. Michigan copper which is the purest natural copper found at 99.5% has been found in Egyptian tombs and on shipwrecks in the Mediterranean. Some even speculate that the Temple of Solomon in Jerusalem was built using Michigan

ore brought from the Minoans.

The only piece of “hard evidence” so far uncovered is statue discovered in ca. 1660 by a missionary, Allouez, who travelled through the region and stumbled upon a 30 cm copper statue, depicting a man with a beard – the native Indians did not have beards.

The Menomonie Indians of north Wisconsin possess a legend that speaks about the ancient mines. They described the mines as being worked by “light skinned men”, who were able to identify the mines by throwing magical stones on the ground, which made the ores that contained copper ring like a bell.
This practice closely resembles a similar practice that was used in Europe during the Bronze Age. Bronze with a high concentration of tin indeed resonates when a stone is thrown against it. The legend might have confused the start of the process with the result of the process. Even so, S.A. Barnett, the first archaeologist who studied Aztalan, a site near the mines, believed that the miners originated from Europe. His conclusion was largely based on the type of tools that had been used, tools which were not used by the local people.

The real mystery though is where did the 500,000 tons of copper go? Only about 1% has been located in North America. If Vikings were in North America during the first millennium I don’t see how a very intelligent seafaring people like the Minoans couldn’t have gotten here as well. They could have established a colony at Aztalan and shipped the ore down lake Michigan to many other various rivers, including the Mississippi. It was claimed that the copper was shipped through

Mexico

and into South America and I will make the bold claim that it was in fact shipped in large quantities to the Mediterranean area and the Minoan home. The mysterious disappearances of both the miners in the UP and the civilization at Aztalan may be further proof that they were connected. It should also be noted that the Minoan civilization ceased around 1100-1200 BCE, the same time the mining stopped and nearly the same time Aztalan was abandoned. So I end this with who mined 500,000 tons of pure copper from Michigan 6000 years ago and where did it go?

I plan on doing a follow up piece on Aztalan and the Underwater structures very soon.

Thanks for reading and as always………………….PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2017-04-04T10:46:00.002-07:00

Chapter One: My first experience with the mandela effect

I have always been an explorer and researcher. As a child I would spend countless hours pouring over encyclopedias and atlases searching for lost treasures, places, etc. This was a time before the internet and the world wide web, back when all or most independent research was done by actually scouring books, maps, letters, or whatever else might have been available at the local library or university. When I finally got into the technological age a few years back I discovered how awesome exploring and researching could be by accessing the entire wealth of the internet. I’ve spent countless hours combing Google Earth exploring far away places in the comfort of my own home. I often look back and wonder how different my education and schooling would have been had I had the internet to help me through my high school and college years but I digress.

One of my favorite topics to explore is unsolved mysteries and last September I finally decided to check out the plethora of YouTube channels and internet articles that dealt with my favorite subject. After going through a few dozen videos I asked myself why one of my favorite unsolved mysteries growing up wasn’t on any of the lists, The Lindbergh baby kidnapping. I had read a lot about the mysterious kidnapping of aviation hero Charles Lindbergh’s two year old son and up until that fateful day in September I was certain I knew everything about it, until I Googled it. Imagine my utter shock and surprise when I began to read about the terrible kidnapping and the eventual result. It appears that just a few months after the baby was kidnapped a truck driver found the poor infants body decomposing in a ditch. I had to stop and re-read the line a few dozen times because that is not how I had remembered it at all! I kept reading and the shock kept expanding. In the story I recall the baby was never found but Bruno Haupmann was arrested and convicted of the kidnapping (and presumed death) of the baby. Many, myself included believed that Haupmann was a patsy and the real perpetrators were never captured, but what I remember the most was the fact that this case was and always had been classified as an unsolved mystery because the baby was never found and because of Haupmann’s conviction and eventual execution. Many believe Lindbergh, who was a Nazi sympathizer and proponent of eugenics had his own son kidnapped and killed because the baby was ill and would never become a truly functioning member of society especially being the son of a famous American hero. I had always held that belief to be at least practically true, especially after reading about how oddly Lindbergh and his wife responded to the whole situation, including not getting the police involved until way too late, but again I digress.

The idea that I had been wrong about this incident my entire life doesn’t sit well with me because I am a thorough researcher and remember details about my favorite mysteries very well. I went back and dug through every book, magazine, TV show or youtube video on the kidnapping and was getting pretty irritated that it seemed as if a lot of my memories about the details of this Solved crime didn’t add up with everything I had ever read or watched. Something wasn’t right and after a few more days of research the answer came to me in big bold letters: The Mandela Effect. After reading what this effect supposedly was the Lindbergh kidnapping was making more and more sense. The further I dug into the M.E. the more frightened and intrigued I got. As I stated in my opening paragraph, I am an explorer and a researcher who loves unexplained or unsolved mysteries and here while searching one of my favorites I found the biggest mystery in the entire universe. It is my intentions to delve as far deep into this rabbit hole as possible to find out who or what is manipulating my, no our realities. This isn’t a joke, this is not a case of mis-remembering things or places, this is a clear case of our realities being altered for some reason or another. It is my intentions to post an article or two a week to keep you all informed and updated. In the next few weeks I will expose more of the manipulations and I will throw some possible theories to explain it all to you. My goal isn’t to convince you that this is real only to open your eyes a bit and to let you know that there is way more going on out there than you or I can possibly imagine. The M.E. has proven that multiple universes exist or that God/Satan exists or that we are all just programs in a 2 dimensional holographic universe experiencing some glitches, whatever the reason it should excite and frighten you to know that something beyond our control is happening right before our very eyes.

So please stay tuned, keep researching and feel free to reply either in the comments below or email me at: Punishedpoet74@gmail.com. I look forward to this journey and I hope you all do as well. Until then, PEACE and be diligent……………………..

2017-03-31T10:16:00.002-07:00

Imagine waking up one day and realizing that the world has been changing around you without any reason. At first its little things like company logos or brand names changing. Maybe a letter is gone from a popular air freshener brand that you’d used a thousand times before or maybe an entire word was replaced by initials or perhaps the last name of some famous authors who penned books about bears you grew up reading had changed mysteriously overnight. The problem is once you recognize these changes they seem to be everywhere and at a much larger scale than just name changes. Our entire geography has changed; continents have shifted west or north by hundreds of miles, islands are way too close to land and an entire pole of ice vanished, replaced by a vast Ocean of ice chunks. Human anatomy has also radically changed for those suffering from the Effect. Your favorite movies and songs have also changed, “Life IS like a box of chocolates.” Isn’t correct and in this reality Darth Vader never said “Luke, I am your Father.” C-3P0 had and always had a silver leg and Chewy never received his medal at the end of New Hope! Books are not immune either and the most famous and book in the world, The Bible has been impacted as well as words and even whole verses have been altered or re-written yet the church swears the way they are now is the way they have always been, the biggest example is in Isaiah 11:6 the word lion was replaced with wolf. If you have experienced this than you are suffering from the Mandela Effect and it has impacted millions of people. The name comes from the fact that many, many people swore that Nelson Mandela had died in prison in 1989, not of old age in 2012 as this reality showed. From that revelation more and more “mistakes” or alternate facts were being recognized. No one knows when exactly the “effects” started but it seems to have picked up steam on line about 5 years ago (2012) and has been gaining notoriety at a breakneck speed in the last few months.

Let’s go back to the opening, and take a closer look at the products I mentioned: Febreeze is now and has always been spelt F-E-B-R-E-Z-E, the BERENSTEIN BEARS has and always has been THE BERENSTAIN BEARS. There are thousands of examples out there for you to see for yourself. Some of the more well known differences for those experiencing the effect are: Ford logo, Kit Kat, Meyers’s Rum, Oxi Clean, etc. Of course nay-sayers and disbelievers try to debunk the effect by saying people are just misremembering facts or are suffering from mass hysteria or that the companies simply changed the logos and people forgot yet that doesn’t explain the fact that the changes are really there or that the companies themselves swear the changes never happened. Febreze has always been Febreze, not Febreeze, why spell it wrong on purpose? The movie lines are another strong indication that there is real proof to alterations or alternate memories. I could literally spend hours and hours on this topic and that is my intention, I am starting my blog again but I am only going to be focusing on the Mandela Effect. I will explain the effect in more detail a lot of the changes and the suspected reasons for it. Here are just a few of the theories being floated around to try to explain what is happening, in no particular order: CERN’s LHC and the atom smashing experiments are creating mini-black holes accessing parallel universes or melding us with them, Satan and his minions are ushering the end of days and these are subtle signs that something is happening, quantum computers are integrating with other computers in other universes, time travelers are messing with the past, we are all dead and our consciousness was placed in a large computer that has simulated our world, the CIA or other shadowy government agency (maybe the Illuminati) are brain washing the masses and some are experiencing side effects or can’t be fooled. There are many more and in the coming days, weeks, months maybe even years I will dive deeper down this rabbit hole trying to uncover a true life mystery that has earth shattering consequences. This is the kind of thing I was meant to research and I hope you all enjoy the journey and perhaps become a little more enlightened along the way. In the meantime I implore any of you reading who haven’t heard of this effect to take a few minutes out of your days to give it a Google (or a You Tube, I suggest you Tube).

In closing, I apologize for the sloppiness of this my first entry in the Mandela Blogs, I haven’t written in a while. Don’t worry I will get smoother and more reliable as I continue so bare with me and enjoy…………….

2016-07-13T11:38:00.003-07:00

So what I've been doing is just grabbing a random memory card popping it in the computer and then as the pictures are loading I'll search the internet for quotes. Lately I've been searching photography quotes in general. After I find a quote or two I'll go back to my pictures and scroll through them until I find one or more that I feel embodies the quote best. It can take a few minutes or it can take a few hours, it depends on the quote and which card I grabbed, etc. Today that wasn't a problem, this quote fits just about any picture I've ever taken so I decided to just randomly pick an image to pair it with. I couldn't have been happier when my mouse stopped on this one. I took this a few Autumns ago, it is a picture of Basswood Island (on the left) and Madeline Island that I took from the shoreline in Bayfield. The water was so calm and clear that day and the weather was unseasonably warm, it was the perfect day to be at one of my favorite spots. I always say there is beauty in everything and this picture reminds me of that, it also reminds me that I can take a minute away from freaking out about the state of the world we live in and just appreciate the beauty that surrounds us everyday. It doesn't have to be a picture and honestly as much as I want you to look at my pictures and like them I want you to go outside and see for yourself. I say this all the time, just ten minutes outside in the fresh air with nothing on your mind but to capture the beauty of the moment is not only relaxing and refreshing, it is revitalizing. When I step outside and breath the air in I let all my anger, hate and frustration escape and fly away into the breeze. I forget about all the pain and suffering that is happening throughout the world and selfishly concentrate on enjoying the smells and sights of nature, even if it is only for a few minutes it is enough of a moment to remind me that Nature is our ally and the Earth is our Mother.
.............................................................................PEACE.................................................................

2016-07-11T12:51:00.001-07:00

Today I used one quote for three pictures. These three images real encapsulate the quotes so perfectly. All three of these above moments would have been lost from my cluttered and confused mind had it not been for my camera. Being able to see a moment of beauty caught in time, a moment that would have otherwise been soon forgotten or maybe not even seen at all, is the entire reason I began taking pictures in the first place. Even though the world is going to pieces and ugliness is ruling the day, there is always beauty somewhere and I want to capture as many examples as I can while I have the opportunity. Stay safe and more than anything Love one another because Love creates more beauty which creates more awesome moments in time I can capture and share with you.
......................PEACE...................................................

2016-06-30T10:11:00.000-07:00

I was walking along the Lake Front one stormy day and came across this flower. To me it looked like a little sun against the grey sky so I knelt down, focused and snapped this picture. I think it looks more like a sun in the picture than it did when I was taking it. That is what taking pictures has done for me, it has shown me beauty and art in places that I probably wouldn't have normally seen or even looked for it. Now when I go anywhere my camera comes with me and I look at the world through the eyes of an artist looking for the next shot I can share with people.

"The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera." Dorthea Lange.
That is exactly how I feel, Mrs. Lange couldn't have said it any better. Ever since I started treating photography as an art and not just a thing to do I can most assuredly say that I see the world differently......................PEACE.......................................

2016-06-29T10:40:00.002-07:00

     I couldn't sleep one night about four years ago (well truth be told, I can't sleep every night) so I decided to go for a walk at 430 in the morning. I made my way to the Lake, like I always did when I lived in Ashland, and decided to watch the moon, my favorite celestial object, sink lower and lower in front of me. I took all the color but the moons own light out of this picture and this was the result. I can easily say it is one of my favorite pictures. I was mesmerized by the straight almost road like make up of the reflection, it was as if the moon was beaming that light directly at me and only for me. I sat and watched that thing for another half hour before she finally disappeared below the horizon. I have always felt safer and more alive at night and having that Zen moment with the moon really recharged me. I'm glad I re-discovered this old picture yesterday because I needed that memory and that feeling of purpose.

     "Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second." Marc Riboud. I couldn't agree more. Most of my pictures are just that, a single second that I experienced and wanted to capture forever. Anyone can take pictures now a days with hd cameras, smartphones, etc. But there is a big difference between taking pictures because you can and capturing moments of beauty to share. I am not a photographer, I am an artist that just happens to use a camera to create images of beauty. The natural world is my muse and this blog is my canvas......PEACE..........

2016-06-28T11:14:00.003-07:00

This is a picture of my hometown, Bayfield. I've shared numerous pictures and memories of the town and my deep connection to it. I spent so many summers fishing from the exact spot I took this picture. I used to have that view everyday. Of course I neglected to notice how beautiful it truly was. In my defense I was just a kid and was more worried about catching fish than seeing things for their true beauty. AS time changes so do our priorities and even our outlook on life. I miss my summers in Bayfield just as much as I miss my youth but time moves forward and so must we. I will say that Bayfield in the summer is my heaven and even though it is overrun with tourists I still and always will consider it home.
"When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice." Robert Frank
I want my pictures to be more than just me snapping a picture in time to remember. When I take a picture, edit it and post it somewhere or print it I'm doing it because I want people to see or feel the moment. I want them to be as moved by the beauty as I was, I want them to look at it more than once. I want them to visualize themselves in my moment. When I share a picture I am sharing a piece of me, a thought, a feeling or an action that I felt compelled to share. I have said this since day one, I'm not looking for fame or fortune from doing this (sure a few bucks here and there wouldn't hurt), I am looking to share the beauty of an ugly world with anyone who wants to share it.
......................PEACE.....................................

2016-06-20T09:51:00.003-07:00

Happy Summer Solstice to all! Today is one of my favorite days of the year. I love summer, the heat, the thunder storms and no snow! It is my second favorite season but today is special for being the first day of summer, Litha, as we Pagans call it. Its one of the Wiccan Sabats (holy days) and for the first time in 70 years there will be a full moon tonight. Litha is already a day full of magick but for a full moon to fall on the Solstice, now that is truly a magickal event! I will be taking advantage of all the magick in the air tonight for sure. The best spells to cast today are luck or love spells. ps: I spell magick with a k because that is the original way to spell it. Ending it with a c is for fake magic like Harry Potter or Dungeons and Dragons.

Todays quote fit for a few reasons, the butterfly obviously but also the mention of summer. I read this quote and it made me think about a butterflies short but awesome life. They live for three days, that is the life they know. Three days of existence in such a huge and beautiful world. I wonder if they are aware of their short life spans or if time moves differently for them, after all it was us humans who invented time in the first place. Maybe three days to them is like fifty years. If I only had three days I would want to learn as much as I could and be close to my loved ones. It kind of makes me think a little, I shouldn't bitch about knowing that I will die some day, I should embrace every day with a new sense of wonder and happiness and approach each day as if it could be my last. I need to use the time I have instead of wishing for more. I need to stop taking what precious time I do have for granted. Three days to a butterfly is a lifetime.....................PEACE................

2016-06-15T11:10:00.001-07:00

Happy Wednesday! For those who may be new to this (although by the numbers it seems as if there is no one reading these) I absolutely love taking pictures of flowers, they are my favorite. Most of the time they are pretty good about me invading their private space for a few minutes to get some good pictures. These guys in this picture were growing up, through and around a very heavily used walk way and even as some of their buddies were being trampled, picked or cut, these three just kept on going. I always felt as if the one in bloom were holding the other one up as both yelled encouragement to the guy on the ground. You can see his stem is a few inches off the sidewalk so he just may have pulled himself up and bloomed just like his friends. At least that is how I see this story ending.
"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it." Moliere was a French Playwright and actor and he hit the nail on the head with this quote. I'm sure there has been something in each one of your lives that can relate back to this quote. The point of this post today is simple; Never give up. If you have enough courage, commitment and willpower you can accomplish anything you set your mind to and the harder that task may be the more rewarding it is when you finish. Even if you try and can't get over the hump take solace in the fact that you gave it your all but if something is worth it, you can and will find a way to make it happen just like the flowers in this picture did. With encouragement from your loved ones you too can find the strength to conquer whatever holds you back. If you try hard enough, if you don't back down and if you give it everything you've got you too can grow and blossom even in the harshest of conditions...PEACE............

2016-06-13T10:43:00.003-07:00

Good Monday to all. This is a top three all time picture of mine. I took this three years ago in between Bayfield and Washburn Wisconsin at the Sioux Flats. I call it Avalon, after the mythical Island where legend says King Arthur was buried. I should also mention this isn't black and white, this was the actual picture, color untouched. The clouds where thick and the fog was very heavy and I sort of felt like I was seeing a ghost Island when I was taking the picture. I could hear the Earth's music that day and it was a calm soothing ballad of magic, mystery, life and beauty.
George Santayana was indeed correct when he said that the Earth has music for those who listen and today that music isn't very happy, today the Earth's song is a sad, melodious tale of hate, destruction, fear and anger. As we kill each other for Natural resources and religious ideologies our Earth weeps, not only from her own pain but from the sadness of seeing one of her most magnificent creations, humans, destroy themselves and her. We need to help write a new song for Mother Earth, one of Peace, Love and Understanding. We need to open our eyes and our hearts to the suffering and plight of every individual and every living thing on this planet. We need to unite in Harmony and become the hero not the villains in our Earth's Opera.........PEACE...............

2016-06-10T09:36:00.001-07:00

Happy Friday!
"Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it." Ralph Waldo Emerson.

No truer words have been spoken. Today most people are too busy working, worrying or playing on their phones to actually stop and look around. I have said it numerous times, there is beauty everywhere in the world and you'd be surprised at how easy it is to find it if you just open your eyes for a minute. Have a great weekend and I shall return next week, until then enjoy, be careful, be wise and take a second out of your day to find a little beauty around you.
.........................PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2016-06-09T12:20:00.003-07:00

Happy Thursday! I am going to keep this one short and sweet today just like the quote but first I must mention that I took this picture in 2014 and this is the first time I have ever posted it. I love getting pictures right after it rains.
I truly believe that Nature is our true God(dess) and we should be treating her with respect and reverence. We should not be stripping her of all her minerals, trees, animals or water just for profit. The Earth is our home, our planet and our Mother, we should treat her more like a Mom and less like some giant rock that we can use for whatever purpose we want. This giant rock has been around about 5 billion or so years compared to human's measly 200,000 years and it was this giant rock that gave us life. We need to stop destroying our planet and start recognizing her for what she really is, because she is the whole reason you and I are alive!
........................................PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2016-06-08T09:10:00.003-07:00

“Life is for the living, Death is for the dead, Let life be like music and death a note unsaid.” Langston Hughes.

I don’t think I’ve ever found a more spot on quote than this one for one of my pictures. Honestly I know very little of Langston Hughes’ work but these words ring very true for me and I don’t think I could have found a better quote to fit to this picture. This was one of the very first pictures I took when I started out on my quest to photograph nature and it is one of my favorites. I have posted this image before but never with this quote and I can be very confident that the short verse captures this photo perfect. The live flower vying for the attention of you the viewer, while the dead flower in the background starkly reminds you that the flower in the front will succumb to the same fate as it did and yet the live flower keeps on blooming. Mr. Hughes’ words echo in my mind as I look at the two flowers, Life is for the living, keep blooming, keep being beautiful and keep on growing even though the end is inevitable it is how we live and grow while alive that will follow us to the grave. Be remembered for being alive, for living not for merely surviving. Let life be like music and death a note unsaid. Keep on playing your music of life and don’t fear the end of the symphony look forward to the way your loved ones play your song when you are gone.

…………………………..PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2016-06-07T13:06:00.001-07:00

Happy Tuesday! To start off the second chapter of my new improved blog I am going to take a couple of days to post a few of my all time favorite pictures and add quotes to them. Yes, I did do this a few times over the years but this time around I am going to spend a little more time on them and maybe print some out for sale. I have 24 memory cards which hold anywhere from 400-2000 images on them, they are all full or very near full. Six years of wandering into the woods or around town snapping pictures and each picture has a story. Now there is no way I can tell the story of all my pictures and frankly well over half of them don’t make it past my eyes because of poor quality, bad focus, etc. So far I’ve highlighted maybe 600 or so in my 900 plus posts over the last five years and that isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. I want people to see Nature the way I see it, always beautiful and always full of wonder. I can look at the same tree everyday for the rest of my life and find something new or interesting about it each and every time. A single blade of grass has many sides of beauty to it as does a spider web, which is the theme of today’s picture. I’ve posted a few spider web images but not many for one reason, they are harder than Hell to get a good picture of and I know I’ve said that before as well but it’s very true. This particular photo which I took back in February or March of 2014 at the Apostle Islands Marina in Bayfield, Wisconsin took well over a half hour and 100 attempts to capture. It may not be perfect but it is these kind of shots that I love to take, the angles, areas and items that most people take for granted or ignore at all. I never knew a spider web could be so intriguing; the shape was so typical of a web yet so original. I knew the little eight legged arachnid that did it was doing it for survival but to me it was a work of art and I thought he was pretty cool that he had the talent and ability to do that everyday if he wanted, every millimeter of his web a silk strand connecting a masterpiece.

That’s why I put this quote from Picasso with it: “The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place, from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”

Thank you Mr. Picasso for the inspiring words and thank you very much Mr. Spider for making this picture possible. Have a great day.

…………………………PEACE…………………………………

2016-06-01T09:35:00.004-07:00

I haven’t written a blog post in so long. I hope you can all be patient while I get back in the swing of things. So much has happened in the year and a half that I have been gone and I plan on getting to a lot of it in the coming months but right now I just want to re-establish a few things. I normally write how I feel and as many of you know I am very opinionated and very resolute in my beliefs. I am spiritual and I believe in something bigger than man and the universe I just don’t know what it is and I most assuredly do not believe in organized religion, again that is a topic for a later date. I am an activist, an animal lover and a humanitarian. I believe very strongly that all humans are created equal and that we are all here on this planet for a reason. I don’t think that the US government cares about the middle or lower class and I feel as if we live in an oligarchy not a Democracy, don’t get me wrong, I love my country, It is the government I loathe and fear. America is turning into a bully and a tyrannical empire, we are becoming the bad guy and we must stop it before it is too late. I am an artist,a writer, a poet, a thinker, a black sheep, a former alcoholic, an asshole, an inventor, a treasure hunter and photographer. I have made huge mistakes and I live with heart wrenching regret and guilt. I have learned how to see my mistakes for what they were and always will be, building blocks for my future. My motto is EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. Despite common misconceptions I do experience all human emotions not just anger. I am extremely sensitive and my heart aches for all the living things on this planet in pain or despair. I cry, sometimes more than I should, I love but I don’t show it and it is hard to see but trust me I am capable of it. I hurt, from regret, guilt, lost chances, past actions, betrayal and loss, yet I carry on. I feel fear also, quite a bit. I fear being alone, I fear death and I fear that our days on this planet are numbered if we don’t start acting now. In conclusion after almost a year and a half of silence I want to speak again and I want you to listen again. I want to make a better world for my children, your children and their children. I don’t want to be afraid of the things I can’t control and I want to take control of the things I can, if that makes sense. I truly hope that I can educate, entertain or offend you all just like I never left. Have a great day and as always……………..PEACE!!!!!!!!!!