Living in Hell

"State of the Planet - 2012: Archangel Ariel channeled by Isaac George by infinitewave

2012-03-11T19:13:00.001-04:00

"State of the Planet - 2012: Archangel Ariel channeled by Isaac George by infinitewave

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Dieting is Like Being in Hell

2008-08-13T10:03:00.007-04:00

I have been trying to lose weight. About 3 weeks ago, I bought a juicer and started juicing. Now after the three weeks, I am starting to lose weight like crazy, I also changed some of my eating habits, eating more organically and eating more whole grains, too. I feel like my metabolism is turned way rather than being way down like it was. In the morning is the best to weight yourself, right after you get up. I go to the bathroom first before weighing.

Juicing is not recommended by all doctors and is seen as being detrimental by some in the medical community. Therefore you are forewarned that you are about to leave the safe harbor called the AMA and venture into good health using Homeopathic methods of treatment. Be aware these methods were formally used in the practice of good health by those who knew these methods worked, but could not answer why they worked.

Ok, I want to give you what I have been doing.

Diet Foods are NOT allowed. We are getting healthy here and not letting the Dr's and Food Industry poison us anymore. The only truly safe sugar substitute is Stevia. Nutrisweet, Aspartame and High Fructose Corn syrup are not good for you and should be avoided. If you must have food with sugar in it go for the Organic brand of whatever you desire.
Breakfast - Coffee with 2% milk and 1 tsp sugar, bowl of whole grain cereal, no added sugar, like Kashi brand has, and milk, and last a boiled egg, salt and pepper. You could add in a fruit like a banana, but they are high in calories. Ignore what the Dr's say about eggs, eggs are a complete food and are good for you. Salt is an essential nutrient, you need to maintain proper sodium and potassium levels, I recommend Himalayan Sea Salt as it contains many trace minerals needed by the body for proper health.
Morning Break - Kashi fruit bar and a glass of chocolate soymilk. If need be maybe yogurt or some other nutritious snack. A slice of good quality cheese won't hurt you, avoid American Cheese products. If the package says Cheese, it is ok, if it says Cheese Food or any of the other coined phases, it is not true cheese and should be avoided.
Lunch - unsalted mixed nuts, natural peanut butter and all-fruit jam sandwich on whole grain organic bread. Avoid regular breads, mayonnaise and cold cuts, if possible.
Afternoon Break - Juice with 2 stalks celery, 2 carrots, a cucumber or zucchini, 4 or 5 leaves of greens like swiss chard, collards or kale, I prefer the swiss chard, 1/2 small beet plus beet greens, 2 apples, or other fruit, 4 or 5 stalks of parsley, 1 clove of garlic and thin slice of ginger. I look to see whatever I have in the refrigerator and will make substitutes as necessary. Nothing is fixed, except the celery, carrots and apples, they make the drink more palatable, so don't leave them out. I use a beer mug and keep juicing until the glass is full. Now there's a drink for ya.
Supper - I have to make something the old-fashioned way with meat, so whatever it is, is ok with me, I limit my portions, especially when the meat is beef origins.
Drinks - No soda or diet drinks, including sports water of any kind. Water is the mainstay or you may need a little chocolate soy milk. Alcohol, at your discretion. Alcohol is hard to metabolize, so be advised before you hang a big one on.

I have been doing this regiment for the last three weeks, more so recently and have started losing weight big time. Have yet to determine how many pounds per day. I have also gone over to eating only organic, when I could afford it. Some organic stuff is very expensive.

This has been the only way I have been able to lose weight. Juicing allows a person to consume more vegetables and fruit than I would normally to able to, using a regular diet. So I believe the fruits and veggies are what is making me healthier and to lose weight at the same time.

Any other foods you desire, in very limited quantities, unless they are organic whole grain foods, with limited sweeteners and limited oil, limit deep fried stuff. Artificial anything is not allowed. If you are diabetic you have to be careful with fruits and root veggies. Monitor your blood sugar and go slowly with juicing. A very good online juicing resource is http://www.juicingbook.com/
There are also good books at the bookstore, such as Juicing For Life by Cherie Calbom, MS and Maureen Keane, MS, CN. This book came to me highly recommended, so it is worth buying and reading.

Psalm 22

2008-08-06T16:40:00.004-04:00

1: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

2: O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

3: But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.

4: Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them.

5: They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.

6: But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.

7: All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head saying,

8: He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

9: But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

10: I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.

11: Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.

12: Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

13: They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.

14: I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

15: My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

16: For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

17: I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

18: They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

19: But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

20: Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.

21: Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.

22: I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.

23: Ye that fear the LORD, praise him; all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him; and fear him, all ye the seed of Israel.

24: For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.

25: My praise shall be of thee in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear him.

26: The meek shall eat and be satisfied: they shall praise the LORD that seek him: your heart shall live for ever.

27: All the ends of the world shall remember and turn unto the LORD: and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee.

28: For the kingdom is the LORD's: and he is the governor among the nations.

29: All they that be fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.

30: A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.

31: They shall come, and shall declare his righteousness unto a people that shall be born, that he hath done this.

Psalms, from The Holy Bible, King James version
Electronic Text Center, University of Virginia Library

The Road Not Taken

2008-07-19T18:59:00.003-04:00

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;  5

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,  10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.  15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.  20

"I Never Promised You A Rose Garden", Garden

2008-07-13T11:49:00.006-04:00

A look at the garden, small but ever changing, I started with planting in to soil and decided the soil was too rocky, so that brought on the concept of an elevated garden using the wooden boxes for the elevated garden frames.

In the center where the weeds are is a lower elevation, the choice is to fill it in or make it a lower elevation for plantings. In my Minds Eye, I want two lower elevations, the lowest would be some sort of pool or water statue, maybe a cherub pouring out the essence of life, Water into a pool of water. The next level would be for plants only, herbs and flowers, maybe plants which grow naturally near water.

The garden itself is going to be like a Garden Oasis, with structure from the planting boxes. I know there will be 4 boxes on the side where they were started, ultimately 6 to 8 boxes. The boxes will house the garden plants for ease of harvest. This is a work in progress, the final outcome is yet to be defined.

This box was the first one to be completed, it houses the onion plants and the pepper plants. There is also parsley, sage and lemon thyme. The peppers were kept too long a period tightly packed waiting for the box to be completed, so they are struggling to recover from their ordeal. About half of the peppers are showing signs of new growth. I do expect all to recover, but the harvest might not be what I would wish it to be.

This box was the latest addition to the Garden, so I have planted herbs in it, basil, chives, thyme, mint, tarragon, rosemary, cilantro and summer savory. Hopefully most of these are perennial.

This last picture shows where the next box will be laid out, actually there will be four boxes on this side. The area around the boxes will be lawn, some of the are has already been seeded, just waiting for the seed to germinate.

As time goes on the garden will grow into Garden Oasis.

Touring The Back Yard

2008-07-09T19:26:00.006-04:00

Picnic and Barbecue area under the shade in the back yard.

View of back yard from the picnic tables.

The swimming pool.

The garden frames.

Rest of the garden area.

Bite The Bullet

2008-06-29T10:39:00.004-04:00

A year ago I was flooded out in NH, my trailer was the one closest the river in the center of the picture. One of the reasons we got flooded out, was the Corp of Engineers opened up the Pittsfield Dam, so that dam would not give way. I don't regret the action taken by the Engineers, they had little choice, but to open the dam.

The problem was and is the same on the Mississippi River, that there is no place for the water to go. If the Pittsfield Dam had not been there or all those levees were not holding the Mississippi in it's banks, the water would have had someplace to go. So you say that is crazy, all those homes and cities would be ruined, well isn't it high time to respect Mother Nature and move those homes and cities away from the edge of the water onto higher ground. Without the levees in place the water would have never come as high as it is doing.

After everything is said and done, everyone is going to want to rebuild in the same location and cry out for stronger and bigger levees. When they should be looking at the river and asking how can we give the river more room, so when the water is high, it has a place to go. What is needed is to remove some or all of those levees and move the homes and cities onto higher ground, so then both the river and the people can live in peaceful coexistence.

Can It Get Any Better

2008-06-02T20:27:00.004-04:00

Well I got the basic remnants of my outdoor kitchen set up. The Smoker, my Worktable which I built myself and a place to sit sipping from my water bottle. It sure is a lot of responsibility running this smoker. Can I really cope with all this stress.

Looks like this smoker needs some adjustment. It sure is making a lot of smoke.

The final result is a plate of Barbecued Chicken. That works for me.

Trees

2008-05-10T22:18:00.005-04:00

Trees
(One of my favorite Poems)

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Patriot's Day

2008-04-21T13:36:00.004-04:00

Paul Revere's Ride
(Dad knew this from memory, he thinks I forgot him reciting it. I always could remember those memorable details.)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay, --
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
Then impetuous stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.

And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height,
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!
A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now load on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,--
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!

For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

Today Was Just Like Any Other Day Or Was It!!!

2007-11-17T20:55:00.000-05:00

I got up this morning, and there was a fine layer of snow on the ground, not enough to hide the grass, but enough to make it icy wherever you stepped outside. The sun slowly came warming the ground just enough to melt the snow and leave everything a muddy mess. The sun was bright and shiny, but the cold north wind kept everything in a deep freeze. It seems this is probably the end of the warm days, after all it is almost Thanksgiving, so we can be thankful that winter has returned.

Well, it looked like a good inside day, so I decided to fix the herb jars. We buy herbs in bulk, so we had bought quilted jelly jars, that come with a label, so I started washing the jars to use for the herbs. From there I went onto finishing the chicken soup I had half made, it would soon be turned into Italian wedding soup.

This was killing half the day, but sometimes I like to just do cooking and such. Maybe it was getting into the Thanksgiving Spirit of getting ready for the big day or the cold outside being a reminder of what lie ahead in the coming winter months.

Well anyways, I had to run to the store and also, swung by the Apple Orchard to pick up some cider and Vermont Cheddar Cheese. The people there, some real Down East folk remembered to tell me they cut the cheese from the big cheese round, as if I needed to know this. The old Farmer had this real heavy Down East accent. Was good to get out, and see some people, the orchard will be closing next Wednesday, so maybe I will get back there for some more cider, apples and cheese. That's about all a body needs in this cold weather. Ahuh!!!

As soon as I got home, I had to make myself some hot mulled cider. With the cider I was able to finish all the things I had started in the morning. Yes, today had turned turned out to be one of those special fall days, when your kind of enjoying the fruits of your labors, but you also are preparing for the Winter months ahead.

In Memoriam to Lee Russell

2007-09-03T10:49:00.000-04:00

I got an email from a friend who had been channeling with Lee, he died July 2006, just before his birthday of July 30th. His passing had been pretty traumatic in that it was sudden and unexpected. A lot of tempers had flared and it was becoming an ugly mess.

Because of hearing that he was up to his old tricks, I have been doing a lot of thinking and the following was a letter that was to be send to my friend and was not. It became something I wanted to say to Lee and I think he has seen it by now. Anyways, he can't stop me from publishing my feelings here, so here it is:

I have been thinking about things. Why Lee came to you rather than me. Seems he is up to his old selfish tricks even from the other side. He always came out on top, no matter what he did, but then there was Nutrasweet which he was addicted to, I told him to give it up and he didn't. We won't even go into alcohol, which he refused to deal with. and of course there was Kia, who was trying to keep him off the stuff. I am sorry she never talked to me, maybe we could have done something to stop his addiction, but only the person can do that. So, we are left with the pieces and the broken hearts to mend. It's not OK that he committed suicide and I can't lighten up over something so devastating and so permanent as that. In the end, it was all a waste and it comes down to the fact, he couldn't live up to everyone's expectations. In reality he was a sweet caring person who tried to be everything to everyone and his downfall was that he could never say no. I was sorry, I could not get down to Connecticut more often to see him, but in the long run, it would not of changed anything. Kia would try to stop his drinking and of course he would fight it and not take his medicine. Most of the time I did not realize what was going on and it was only when it was pretty much to late to save him that I got a good picture of what was going on. I thought when he would come up to NH and we would drink that it was a party that didn't happen everyday. That was what it was for me and made me feel young and free again, but for him, maybe was an everyday occurrence. You know he had an IQ of about 140, so much more than the normal person, I think at times in life he felt out of place, I know I did with just an IQ of 115. We used to sit in Archies drinking beer till 2 or 3 AM, just talking about such nonsense as Lee would say. That was the Lee I liked, he always had money to spend because he worked so hard in New York and we used to do Psychic fairs for several years. Then the fairs seemed to be no more, the truth was that his partners saw how much Lee was drinking and that this was not a good spiritual thing and they broke away. Well after that happened, there was no stopping the drinking. His psychic and spiritual friends were all gone and all that was left was the bottle. Maybe efforts had been made, but I don't know. but the bottle leads you down a path one small step at a time until it takes full control of you and Lee did nothing to intervene. I just am not sure why and that is where the problem lies.

A little ode for Lee:

Robert Frost

Poetry

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

From: everypoet.com

Visitors of Another Kind

2007-07-30T17:29:00.000-04:00

On this quiet and peaceful summer day, we were infiltrated by visitors of another worldly nature. As I gazed out across my back yard, my sight was to be interrupted by these uninvited worldly guests. They were there in bold and brazen view with their hatchlings in the unmowed tall grass.

What was I to do, call Homeland security, after all this was my homeland and I was being invaded, for all I knew they could be terrorists, trained by terrorists to invade and infiltrate my domicile for what purposes I was not sure of.

But maybe, we could accept each other on equal terms and live in peaceful coexistance. This is what I can only hope and pray will be the case.

There was a Crooked Man

2007-07-28T08:34:00.000-04:00

Historical Perspective

The content of "There was a crooked man" poem have a basis in history. The origin of this poem originates from the English Stuart history of King Charles 1. The crooked man is reputed to be the Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie. The General signed a Covenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland. The 'crooked stile' referred to in "There was a crooked man" being the border between England and Scotland. 'They all lived together in a little crooked house' refers to the fact that the English and Scots had at last come to an agreement. The words reflect the times when there was great animosity between the English and the Scots. The word crooked is pronounced as 'crookED' the emphasis being placed upon the 'ED' in the word. This was common in olde England and many references can be found in this type of pronunciation in the works of William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

There was a Crooked Man

There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house

Text and Graphics From: Lost Lyrics of Old Nursery Rhymes

Deserata

2007-07-28T07:37:00.000-04:00

Found in Old St. Paul's Church
in Baltimore, Maryland circa 1692
Writer Unknown

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. AS FAR as possible be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lessor persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many people strive for high ideals.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it transcends time and space.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of Spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the tress and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you , there is no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Take Care. Strive to be Happy.

Terror in the Sky

2007-07-15T21:39:00.001-04:00

The following is what happened to me when I lived along the Suncook River, in Epsom, NH. I have since relocated to the beautiful State of Maine.

Today, I was watching The Weather Channel, watching one of their extreme weather shows. At first I was blocking out the severity of the show, but then started thinking about my recent brush with death(Disaster) and realized that what they were talking about happened to me. I lived in a home, whatever it was, it was my home, my place to live and a storm came through and the aftermath was that my home was destroyed.

When this happens, it's like a certain numbness overtakes you, it's like going into shock, since you can't imagine that what belonged to you has been taken away from you in one way or another. I guess it is so overwhelming that it is hard to comprehend. I guess I am trying to describe how it feels to be struck in such a manner. It is not easy to comprehend. I think I could say you feel like refugee having all your sacred possessions taken away from you. You are stripped of all your possessions except for the clothes on your back.

This is a view of the back yard, the oil tank was tipped over, the oil line kept the tank from floating away. In the background you can see what is left of the screen house that used to sit on the other side of the back yard. Ok, it needed repair, it's now in pretty tough condition. The water is still 10 to 15 feet above normal, so the back yard is still badly flooded.

Ginny is pointing to the water line where the water came up on the trailer. Inside the water measured 18 inches deep. Behind Ginny is where the front stairs used to be. They are just totally gone. Sigh. Very frustrating.

What we didn't know at that time was the muck left by the river was filled with disease organisms. Our dogs were to come down with Giardiasis, a water borne disease spread through contaminated water. If this had not happened, we would of salvaged much more of our belonging. But because of the disease, I have had to abandon most of the stuff we could have saved.

I have brought stuff up to my new place, but will be throwing it out because of the threat of this disease reoccurring.

How did I get from the disaster to this new place. It was mostly due to the efforts of FEMA and other groups, such as Catholic Charities and the Red Cross. What FEMA gave me basically covered what I paid for the trailer, it just worked out that way. The trailer was not worth salvaging or repairing, so I signed it over to the the park manager. He was supposed to destroy it and remove it from it's location. I haven't been back there, so I don't know if that was done to the property.

The new place is high up on a hill. I expect I am safe from future floods, but we do get some pretty strong thunder storms. So am I safe from extreme weather. I hope so, but that is only a guess. Here in Maine the incidence of earthquakes is low, the same for tornadoes, but not for summer thunderstorms. Usually they are not that extreme, unless of course the trailer took a direct hit from lightning. Lightning is a possibility and of course hurricanes are a possibility, too. One thing I am no longer living in a flood plane, I better check that out with the Town of Carmel for the official answer to that question.

One Step at a Time

2007-07-10T10:17:00.000-04:00

Since sometime last year, I have been going barefoot whenever I can. Whatever the merit of it is, I know it feels good and has toughened up my feet. Ok, I have to wear shoes to work, but that was primarily last year. everyone talks about having a better connection with Mother Earth when you are barefoot, something I can wholeheartedly agree with.

Most of the time I am barefoot inside the house, walking on the lawn and driving the car. Not a very rugged undertaking. Some which I read about on the Internet go hiking barefoot and other rough activities. I guess I am still a bit chicken to treat my body in such a harsh way. I think everything has to be in balance and to treat one's feet in such a harsh way is not about achieving balance.

Since I have moved to Maine, I am no longer working and hence almost exclusively barefoot. What a great feeling. I love mowing the lawn in bare feet. You can feel the softness of the lawn beneath your feet, all the while ones foot fits the contour of the terrain. And I am thinking that my foot never bent in these odd ways when shoes held them rigidly in place. And all this while I have not had any complaints from my feet, no tired sore feet or blisters, etc. Back when I wore shoes, I had plantar fasciitis, it lasted for 2 to 3 years with varying pain, soreness and suffering. I had to get special foot inserts to properly support my foot aches to correct the situation.

Today when I go barefoot, I have no pain or suffering from this condition. I believe that going barefoot keeps your feet in the proper condition and actually prevents or heals Plantar Fasciitis. this is from a laymans point of view.

Now there are times when barefoot can't be done or should not be done, such as walking on rough terrain such that you will hurt or damage your feet, remember to keep all things in balance. So at those times I wear sandals, I have a pair of quality sandals which I wear. I have had them for almost two years now, so a new pair will be needed soon. What will I do when winter comes, well I will have to protect my feet in some way. Right now I am not sure what or how I will do it. But in any case it will be done with reverence to Mother Earth and in a way in order to maintain balance with all that exists.

Disaster of 2007

2007-07-01T09:35:00.000-04:00

The following is what happened to me when I lived along the Suncook River, in Epsom, NH. I have since relocated to the beautiful State of Maine.

Once again I have been hit by disaster. Last year in 2006, the water came within 6 inches below the bottom of my trailer. I escaped all damages. But this year was to be different. The water came 18 inches within the trailer. What this meant was that all the flooring and side walls had to be replaced. considering the age of the trailer, meant that this was not possible to rehab this trailer. The water was up to the bottom of the windows on the shed and the bottom of the windows on the trailer.

The aftermath was that everything was covered with this slimy sludge. What we didn't know was that this sludge was filled with disease organisms. The result was that my dogs came down with Giardiasis, which would spread through a kennel where I had my dogs boarded. This reiterated our need to find a new place to stay and to abandon the trailer.

On May 16th, the Town of Epsom, showed up at my doorstep and declared that they were here to inspect my domicile to determine the safety of such dwelling. From the above photo it is easy to see what the end result would be. This meant that we immediately, without further ado, had to move somewhere other than my house. So,we kind of moved in with the relatives. Whomever would tolerate us from moment to moment.

As luck would have it, we had located a place that I could afford, it had to be under $50,000. Only problem it was in Carmel, Maine, a bit of a jaunt from Epsom, but wasn't out of the question. Two acres of land, a relatively new trailer and it's own utilities such as water and septic. The only big problem the trailer was a bit beat up inside, needed new flooring throughout the trailer, but had new windows in the trailer, a big plus. The large windows gave a majestic view of the property which was mostly open fields and lawn. This was a beautiful location for myself and the dogs, I doubted if I could find anything better for the money and time was short, I had to take whatever was available at that moment. Ginny of course had to accept that this was the best we could do, maybe she was delighted at the prospects of moving to Maine. At least we were up on a hill away from any potential flood waters.

So now, we have been here a month, got the floor done in one room, enjoying the peaceful quiet of living in the country with the birds and all the other woodland animals. Yes, there is lots to keep me busy, mowing one and a half acres of lawn, working on the house and just being here is a pleasure in itself. I have decided my working days are over, yes, the extra money would be nice, but I can survive on what I am getting from my retirement and social security, so why the hell not stay at home and putter around the yard. Anyways the apple trees need to be pruned and I am planning a garden for next year. I might even set up a wood working shop for myself. And thats only a start of things that need doing.

What is a hippie?

2007-01-30T23:45:00.000-05:00

I belong to several hippie group lists and was reading some of the hippie yuppie email from the list and was a bit put off by what was said. Yes, yuppies like to pretend they are hippies.

OK, so what is a hippie or what is supposed to be a hippie. Most people would say a hippie is zonked out on drugs, living off of welfare and is a pretty useless item in society. So, if thats not a hippie, what then is a hippie.

I guess one would say that a hippie is one that lives off the land or rather lives in a companionship relationship with Mother Earth. A person who has a spiritual connection to Mother Earth or the Universe and accepts their duties as a caretaker of Mother Earth and All it entails.

To be continued. . . .

I done did it!!! Now what do I do.

2007-01-25T12:41:00.000-05:00

Well I decided I had to stay sober, no more drinking. OK, that is cool, my friend, Lee, died from drinking last July. I still can't figure out why he gave up living so easily. I was here for him and he knew it, but he just couldn't follow through with it. Maybe it was his time to leave Mother Earth and maybe I should just accept that and move on. Deal with it, God Damn It!!!

So I quit drinking and had been a month and three quarters without a drink. So went over to the X's for Christmas Dinner and she gave me some wine at dinner. So that shouldn't count, at least it didn't count as far as I was concerned.

When I talked to my buddy, she said it did count and I had to start all over again. She said maybe I wasn't really ready to quit and maybe I'm not ready. But I don't want to be like Lee was either. So like Lee would have done, I went out to the liquor store and got a bunch of stuff. Damn them. So now I have the house half full of booze again. Put on some more weight, so now have to do something about the weight.

So, now it's back to no booze and dieting, I hate having this extra weight. But this time am not giving up the booze, I may even go out and get some beer to drink. I hear that can be pretty slimming.

Somehow I fear I am back on square one again.

I'll be Damned

2007-01-14T22:39:00.000-05:00

I was cruising around the Internet and discovered that Steve Allen the TV personality of a long time ago was also a Capricorn like me. It just kind of freaked me out.

Calling all Geeks

2007-01-09T21:02:00.000-05:00

Yesterday decided to cleanup up my PC, get rid of all that junk software and give my PC a general tuneup. OK, so here is how it went down. After eliminating all the extra files, found I had less that 5 percent free space, so I went the distance making backup CDs so my data could be off loaded.

Still only 7 percent free space. I needed 15 percent for the defrag program to run properly. So, I reluctantly decide to compress the volume. Several hours later we have everything compressed.

So OK, we can defrag, so I thought. Well, we did anyway. It completed it and said it left some stuff still fragmented. OK, I can live with that. But this morning when I booted PC up, the screen resolution was terrible.

After all it wasn't so terrible, I reloaded the video driver and all was almost normal again. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be too thorough when it comes to fine tuning PCs.

Suddenly Last Summer

2007-01-08T01:36:00.000-05:00

I have been reviewing and updating and revising my life. I read a post in this blog. It just says way too much about me, it also talks of our forgotten friendship. I wanted to delete it from existence. Not that I can delete you from my presence though that is what you attempted to do to me.

I guess I am going to keep it, though deleting it would be much easier. I will keep it because I thought we were friends. Friends do not betray each other. Friends are true to each other no matter what. Friends are friends eternally. I know whatever was, was and is gone from existence. Maybe it never existed. Was I such a fool as to be tricked in such a way.

Dark thoughts run rampant through me, I desire to raise the Sword of Truth against thee, compel you to spill the Truth out upon the blood drenched ground. The ground is crimson with suitors blood, how many does it take to satisfy. Is this but a game you play. A hand without truth. Motives without reason. So, be it.

Is this the way it will be. So it is. I trust a Power greater than I, will see Justice done here. So mote it be.

This is Hell

2007-01-07T20:03:00.000-05:00

OK, it's been awhile since I posted anything here. I am debating how much should be an open book and how much should remain private. One thing is for sure, I have to be more private than in the past.

For a quick update, I have quit smoking. It will be 28 weeks or 7 months on Friday, January 13, 2007. Because of this, I have put back on the 25 pounds I worked so hard to get rid of last year. But all in all, quitting smoking has been a good thing. I am holding onto that thought, because am now having trouble with Hypoglycemic or low blood sugar issues now. That means that if I think I am having a problem at any one moment, I have to eat to avoid a crash and one has to wait 20 minutes for the result, so one never knows when to or not to eat. Although sometimes it's better to eat than to crash. But now, having excess weight, I need to lose it to help with this new problem. I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't. The wonders of modern medical science. They are so blessed with all the answers.

For the next great wonder of the universe. Off and on for the last 6 months, I have also quit drinking for one of many reasons. There have been quite a few infractions, not the least of which is having a small portion of wine on Christmas Day, negates all the positive work I did over the last six months. I have to reluctantly agree with this, but I couldn't argue with this rational. So now I have to start over again. January 23rd will be 30 days, so I can once again get the 30 day mark.