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To Every Patriot & Christian in the United States of America

By Dahni, 1 of WE © 2020, all rights reserved

   To Every Patriot & Christian in the United States of America, it is way past time to wake up! If you have not been awakened and have stayed awake by now, stay asleep! Just stay out of the way! If there be such a thing as the “silent majority”, it is way, way, long past time to be silent anymore! Every one of you, and I and WE, has to take a stand! The time is, NOW!

Evil – Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness on fire in our streets

   Nothing should be clearer than to see the flag of the United States of America being disrespected and burned in our street, in our city of Portland, in our state of Oregon under the interpreted and corrupted idea of the freedom to desecrate! What is freedom and what a right is in this country is, what the Constitution says they are and the state constitutions which are supposed to be in unity with it, ‘The Law of the Land’! Not the President, the Congress or even the Supreme Court can tell you or I or anyone, what is freedom or a right. All they can do is execute the Constitution, legislate laws, which do not conflict with the Constitution, or judge actions that are not constitutional. They have no power to abolish the Constitution or change it so as if it were abolished! Only the people, WE the People can abolish government and institute new government as we believe well, serves our future security and happiness. Nothing should be clearer than to see a Bible or Bibles, being burnt with our flag, the flag of the United States of America disrespected and all burned in our street! Desecrated and burned, in our city of Portland, in our state of Oregon, under the interpreted and corrupted idea of freedom to desecrate and burn! These are actions of EVIL, perpetrated by the insane or greatly influenced by the same!

To Every Patriot in the United States of America

   You, and I and WE all need to read the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America. We need to share these with others! Buy copies and give them away! We need to read them, study them, memorize them word-for-word and be able to recite them at a moments notice at any opportunity. We must speak boldly, but not rudely or with the intent to yell down an opposing voice. A soft answer turns away wrath!

   We need to study the history of the Revolutionary War, the outcomes of everyone that pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor. We need to know and understand what they fought against and what they fought for, often to the loss of their lives, their fortunes, but not their sacred honor. We need to know and understand that even though all have since died, all that remains is, their sacred honor! Their “sacred honor” is contained in these documents that now are, We the people of the United States of America. We must not cower! We must not be silent!

   And finally, we must understand that regardless of whether or not you are a Christian or a devout follower of any religion or of no religion whatsoever, all of our rights and freedoms have not come from the will of the human mind. Whether or not our founders, all of them men, women and children believed in God or not, they wrote, they signed, they lived and they died, for the protection of divine providence! Call it universal law, international law (laws between and among people), if not divine providence! For if these freedoms and these rights are not to all, they are for none. If human will gave these they are privileges and can be taken, forefeited, bought, sold and trade like common things. Whether the founders believed in God or not, our country was founded upon Judaeo-Christian principles! If this country is to remain a republic We each, each patriot must love this country and all that it represents! We must love and respect, all that are our citizens. We must have respect and show respect for our flag, it’s pledge of allegiance; it’s national anthem, with all due respect, for Liberty and Justice for all, for all! Being mindful of these things will stainless steel the soul and diamond strengthen the resolve that it is only Love that drives out darkness and hate! If even one is denied Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, then there is no ALL, no WE the People! “WE the People” is, in your hands and in mine!

   The time is now!

To Every Christian in the United States of America

   I do not care what church you may or may not attend. I do not care what you value or what the teachings of your particular brand of Christianity may be. If you have confessed with your mouth, the Lord Jesus Christ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you are a Christian, PERIOD! We Christians above all citizens of these United States should know that our first amendment right from the Bill of Rights in Our Constitution begins with—

“Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of religion, or abridging the free exercise thereof;…”

Excerpt from the US Constitution, Amendment I

   We Christians should know and understand that no religion including our particular beliefs are to be established by law as the ‘only’ religion, but that this allows Christianity to also, not to be prohibited and not to be exercised freely. We Christians should know that in the United States, we are free to speak the truth in love.

“But speaking the truth in love,…”

Ephesians 4:15a King James Version (KJV)

   We Christians should know that Liberty is the emancipation from bondage. We Christians should know that—

“Then said Jesus to those Jews [anyone] which believed on him, IF ye [you] continue in my word, THEN are ye [you] my disciples indeed;” “And [then] ye [you] shall [absolutely] KNOW THE TRUTH, and [then] THE TRUTH shall [absolutely not only just set you free, but] MAKE you free.”

John 8:31, 32, KJV

“…where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”

II Corinthians 3:17b, KJV

   We Christians should know that where we are, He is and there is Liberty! We Christians should know that through divine providence (the will of God), the United States of America was birthed, so that from here, all people might freely come to know the Word of God, which reveals Jesus Christ and—

“Neither is there salvation [wholeness] in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved [made whole].”

Acts 4:12, KJV

   We Christians should—

“Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.” – The return of Christ

Hebrews 10:25, KJV

   We Christians should know and be like those of ancient Thessalonica—

“For from you sounded out the word of the Lord not only in Macedonia and Achaia, but also in every place your faith to God-ward is spread abroad; so that we need not to speak any thing.”

I Thessalonians 1:8, KJV

   Even more so, we Christians should be more nobler than those of Thessalonica like were the Bereans—

“These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.”

Acts 17:11, KJV

   We Christians must not cower in fear, but know—

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

Jesus Christ from: John 14:27, KJV

“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”

II Timothy 1:7, KJV

“Ye are of God, little children, and have overcome them: because greater is he that is in you [God, in Christ in you], than he [the devil, “the god of this world”] that is in the world.”

I John 4:4, KJV

“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”

I John 4:18

“Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.”

Romans 8:37, KJV

   We Christians should know our personal adversary—

“In whom the god of this world [the devil] hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.”

II Corinthians 4:4

   We Christians should no more be silent, but know if the culture is to be permeated (changed, transformed; reset), we must speak God’s Word like they did in the first century Church, to the end that—

“So mightily grew the word of God and prevailed.”

Acts 19:20

   We Christians must understand all of our rights and freedoms have not come from the will of the human mind, but by the will of God! Whether or not our founders, all of them men, women and children believed in God or not, they wrote, they signed, they lived and they died, for the protection of divine providence! Others call this ‘universal law’, but more accurately, ‘International law’ [between nations – all nations], “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son [Jesus Christ John 3:16a KJV]. God raised up the United States that all who desire to know, may freely know! But whether our founders believed in God or not, our country was still, founded upon Judaeo-Christian principles!

   If this country is to remain a Constitutional republic, we each, each patriot and Christian, must— Go, Stand and Speak the truth anywhere, to anyone and anytime!

“Go, stand and speak in the temple [anywhere, to anyone, anytime and all the time] to the people all the words of this life.”

Acts 5:20, KJV

   And finally, we the Christians of the United States of America should know that above above all our citizenry—

“Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord;…”

Psalm 33:12a, KJV

   Your responsibility and mine as Christians is far, far greater than all of the other patriot-citizens combined!

   Disagree if you want to, but I did not write Our Founding Documents or the Bible.  WE Patriots and we Christians are not called to defend the truth, but to be witnesses of the truth.

   The Time is Now!

   Take a Stand!



Posted by: Dahni | January 20, 2020

“I Have a Dream”

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“I Have a Dream…”

By Dahni
© 2020, all rights reserved

Today, we honor the birth, not the death of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

His life meant many things to many people. His life means many things to many people, including me. He is not a man I ever met, but he is a man I will never forget!

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. like all of us, was an individual of faults and failures, but he aspired to greatness. He had a dream. What is the purpose of a dream, if it is not something and for something, bigger than us!

People can speak moving speeches and sermons and pen great words and stories of great deeds. But the telltale sign of greatness is the context and the place of their deliverance. It is one thing to deliver a sermon from a pulpit, a speech from a lectern or a story from a stadium. But these are something entirely different, when they are given where the people are. It is not the quantity of greatness that matters, it is the quality.

Everyone wants to be great or at least good at something. How?

In the Bible, this question is answered time after time by Jesus Christ.

“And he sat down, and called the twelve, and saith unto them, If any man desire to be first, [the same] shall be last of all, and servant of all.

Mark 9:34 King James Version (KJV)

“But Jesus called them [to him], and saith unto them, Ye know that they which are accounted to rule over the Gentiles exercise lordship over them; and their great ones exercise authority upon them. But so shall it not be among you: but whosoever will be great among you, shall be your minister: And whosoever of you will be the chiefest, shall be servant of all.”

Mark 10:42-44 KJV

“Everybody can be great … because anybody can serve.”

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (MLK)

“I have a dream…!”


“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
“I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”


Enjoy some more of my favorite quotes by my friend, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Yes, for my part he was and remains my friend. Though he is not a friend I ever met, he is a friend I shall never forget! Happy MLK Day!

Dream Big!! Serve Bigger!!!

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”


“In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.”


“When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”


“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”


“The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: ‘If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?’ But… the good Samaritan reversed the question: ‘If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?’”


Posted by: Dahni | March 13, 2019

My Art of Manliness

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My Art of Manliness

By Dahni
©️2019, all rights reserved


Not a plug for a book, just an imsge 🙂

I live in a country (the USA), of alternative lifestyles. I live in a country (the USA), full of flaming feminists and emasculated males. I’m not going to comment or condemn what may or may not, ‘trip your trigger’. But I did read recently that many young men don’t see marriage as a worthwhile pursuit anymore. Not only is this sad, but it does not speak highly of continuing our species, in the not so distant future. It is not only lacking the building of lifetime relationships and the marriage-drought, which troubles me, but also the decline of the birthrate. This is all I have to say about these things.

I am a man. I am glad that I am. What else could I be? It is what I was born as. I do not know how to be anything else. I might as well celebrate. I am also keenly, kindly and gratefully aware of women. I celebrate our differences and I am grateful, for women too!

I may not be anyone’s best man or the best man who I can be, but I sure do love the pursuit of what I call, the art of manliness, my own manliness.

In my 65 years, I have been some places, seen some things, met some people and learned some things. To each their own and in their own time, but along my way, I learned to cook and to love it, for many reasons. The learning came first before the love. An old world German Chef taught me.

As I learned and my Chef became confident in me and trusted me, those same things, I was able to transfer to myself, confidence and trust.

Chef tasked me with designing, preparing and readying the blue-plate specials, for serving to our customers each day. This taught me to save on food costs, by limiting waste. It taught me how to use what you have on hand. It appealed to my artistic sense to make something visually appealing, fragrant, full of the sounds of something to sizzle, textures and touch and how to make something tasty, basically out of nothing. I think I became pretty good at this because, we always sold out.

Presentation and garnish appealed to my inner romantic self. I soon learned that the ladies in, around, near or of my life, liked men that could cook (especially well). They seemed to value this above any good looks I may have lacked, intelligence deficiency, physical prowess that had perhaps passed me by and my thin bank account and little monetary success. And these ladies seemed to appreciate a beautiful plate of food as they did flowers. So, that became the beginning for me, in my pursuit of the art of my manliness.


I-Magine soldiers for 100’s of years, roasting their own coffee

I was not too much interested in participating in or observing sports. But in a crowded noisy world of push-and-pull, I have and still enjoy being outside in nature, breathing, observing, listening to my own thoughts, walking and taking my adventures by my own two feet, for transportation. It is another part, of my art of manliness.

Years after learning to cook, I overcame my fear of grilling. Overcoming any fear, is part of my art of manliness. And I learned, the Thrill of the Grill (barbecue grill).

Along my way, I met and married the love of my life, my soul mate and wife Susan. I started making new mixed drinks, for our happy-together hour. I call these happy hours, ‘Sips with Susan.’ It brings out the best in both of us I think? Or, I like to believe it does! As drinks are poured, the romantic game of conversation ensues. What is in it? How were they made? What do they taste like? How do they make you feel? What did you learn and experience today? What do you think about this and that? It is part of my art of manliness.

To Susan or to anyone, where the situation may be reversed, this all then, is part of the art, of womanliness.

Then I was Woke with the Smoke and this became part, of my art of manliness, learning to use a smoker.

And now currently, I am learning part of my art of manliness, by way of, what I refer to as, Toast of the Roast. I have embarked upon a new adventure of roasting my own coffee at home (outside of course), with an old-fashioned hand crank popcorn popper, on the side-burner of our barbecue grill.

I have for years now, appreciated the freshness from grinding whole beans, from a master roaster and that no two type of beans or those that roast them or the manner in which they are roasted are the same. You like what you like and I like what I like, but until I learned how to roast coffee myself, my taste buds were subject to ONLY an occasional, happy roast. This was when the roasters knew what they were doing. Otherwise, I had to consume old stale coffee, mostly all over-roasted, or burnt, and just bad coffee that often upset my stomach. And this is saying a lot because, I drink pots of coffee per day, compared to others which might only have a 1 to few cups per day. This has been my way, for years, almost 24/7 (twenty-four hours a day; seven days a week), and 365 days a year, year after year. But there are some coffee roasters who over-roast and their blends and roasts, literally upset my stomach. And not just mine, but Susan’s too.

To think that I could roast coffee inexpensively, simply, to my satisfaction, fresh, whenever I wanted to and with not much effort and enjoy the whole process was beyond my imagination. Until, that is, until I seized the day (Carpe diem), and did it (and now, several times)! Learning to enjoy the subtle nuances of many different single origins appeals to my desire for variety. And even though I have a favorite, my taste buds could get bored and by trying different kinds then returning to my most beloved, my buds’ blast off into hyper drive and explode. It is now, a new part, of my art of manliness.

I can imagine being outdoors and taking a walk in the woods or maybe camping. Start a fire; put some green beans in a skillet and stir with some branch or stick found and roast to my desired done-ness. Cool the skillet and beans by placing just the bottom of the pan in a little mountain stream. Keep stirring and blow off the chaff. Voilà, fresh roasted coffee, probably just like people and soldiers did 100’s of years ago! Grind and brew in a percolator over your campfire. It does not get much cheaper, fresher, better and funner’ (much more fun), than this, in my art of manliness.


Just add a stick to stir and a campfire and roast away!

In my years, I have fed 100’s if not thousands of people (often many at the same meal), delicious and beautiful, full-course meals. There have been no complaints that I am aware of. Now unless you think I am bragging, I should explain – Not to Impress, But to Bless.

When I learned to cook all those years ago, part of my manliness was to see that preparing and presenting food comes by drawing upon all the five senses. Besides the final enjoyment of tasting the food, all the senses must be involved in anticipation experience and recall. All of this actually aids in digestion and promotes conversation, good conversation among people, all kinds of different people, men and women. And my “Not to Impress, But to Bless” motto was because, part of my art of manliness, was to serve others.

The evolution of my art of manliness began with food and presentation to serve and appeal to all the senses. I call this, “The Gathering Place.” It evolved to “Thrill of the Grill.” Then becoming, “Woke with the Smoke.” Then, “Sips with Susan.” Now, it has come full circle with, “Toast of the Roast.”

For many people, there is no better end to a satisfying full-course feast, the frivolity of adult libations in moderation, and good conversation, than a nice fresh roasted, fresh ground and fresh brewed cup of coffee while you slowly sip the memories! Ahh, but this is part, of my art of manliness.

I have prepared with expensive and professional equipment and in several large commercial kitchens. I call myself a chef, but have no piece of paper from any culinary institute. It is not necessary, none of these things are! Remember when my Chef made me responsible for the Blue-Plate special? Part of my art of manliness that served me well in the beginning, serves me well today. I believe anyone can do what I have done and do! Anyone can learn to become what I often call myself, a refrigerator parts cook or chef, turning what you have on hand_ the ordinary, into something extraordinary! And to me, well, it is a part, of my art of manliness.

The sights, the colors, and the smoke. The sounds and sizzle, the fragrances, textures, the presentation, plating and cupping of nature outside or inside, cuz’ there’s no place like home. Cheap or expensive, quick or after much time, these are all parts, of my art of manliness!

Celebrate each moment of life with sense and all the senses, whenever possible. Celebrate with a few or many or alone. Overcome fear. Whatever you do, do it with all your heart and all your might to bless and not to impress. Whether long or hard, short or easy, cheap or expensive it’s all simple, simply to build good conversation and memories worth the living and the recall. The strongest man I have ever known, was the kindest man I’ve ever seen. These I try daily to paint, my art of manliness.


Posted by: Dahni | September 12, 2018


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By Dahni
© 2018, all rights reserved

Goddle? Yes, Goddle, pronounced, God + dle or God + el. The font and the colors might seem familiar? They should. Does the following image ring a bell?

You know, this icon is the world’s largest search engine (among other stuff). Google is a noun and a verb. It is a company and something most of us do when we want to look up information on the WWW (world wide web, the Internet).

Goddle is also a noun and a verb. If Google can make up the word Google, then I can make up the word Goddle. I did. As a noun, Goddle, as a noun, refers to a person, place or a thing. Goddle as verb, refers to the actions taken by a person, place or a thing. OK, so what is the connection or association between Goddle and Google? In my opinion, Google either thinks they are the digital God of the world or they act like they are!

Now I want to tell you a story. It’s a true story. Read what I have written and then you decide this matter for yourself. And there will be pictures too!  🙂

I used the word “digital” above. The root of digital is digit. Our fingers are digits, but in the digital world, the Internet, cyberspace or whatever you want to call it, digits are a series of 1’s and 0’s arranged in a certain predetermined way like— 1110010101100 and etc. That’s the math thingy and algorithms used. Mechanically, they are like switches. Switches are open or closed. How they operate, determine what we see and hear; etc. by using computers, applications and stuff to experience what we experience online. In reality, none of this stuff is real. It does not exist. Did you ever see the Matrix movies? If so, you know exactly what I mean. Yes, none of this stuff that we depend on in our daily lives to communicate with each other, write stuff, read stuff, use as clocks, alarm clocks, for reminders, to watch stuff, to guard our stuff, and on and on, just stuff is, not real.

Now maybe you know? Maybe you won’t? And maybe you care and maybe you don’t? But there are two things all this stuff can do. For those in control of this stuff, it can make money and take money—A LOT OF IT!!! It (they) already have. Where did they get it? If you think from you and I, you are correct. NEVER FORGET THAT!

Google makes and takes a lot of money. But they have so much stuff that’s FREE? Right, like googling Google, their search engine, gmail, google maps, Youtube, Chrome and on and on. But I thought this stuff was FREE? How do they make and take money? Google is one of the richest, wealthiest and most powerful companies in the world. They did not become this way by giving away stuff, FREE stuff, for nothing. They work with other companies, governments and individuals to connect with you and I. They get paid (a lot), to do that.

This true story could be a tale of digital un-god-ness, (ungodliness or ungoodness), tyranny, monopoly, thievery, piracy, collusion, cooperation and conspiracy, shakedown, and all in the name of FREE and emotional manipulation over a good thing(s); hiding their real agenda. Whaaaaat? I will explain with Google’s motto(s).

Back in the year 2000, Google’s motto was, “Do No Evil.” It still is, well sort of. Sounds good on the surface, but Google is now a subsidiary of its parent company, Alphabet. Alpahbet’s motto is, “Do the Right Thing.” Do the right thing for whom, themselves?! Google’s motto, “Do No Evil” to whom, its parent, Alphabet?!

Oh surely you know that Google cooperated or colluded or conspired with our government, the National Security Agency (NSA), to collect data on everyone? I’m sure that Google would say they were forced to comply by law or they were just trying to not be evil and to do the right thing. But Google taught our government stuff and our government taught them stuff. And you know, this is all under the pretext of National Security?? Google sure neither did, does not or will do nutN’, for nothing!!!

One last thing before I give real examples. Behind all that we experience with our devices— cell phones, computers and tablets and laptops and etc., underneath is, a foreign language called computer language, like html (hyper text markup language). We generally don’t see this unless we know how to find it and we don’t understand it unless, we know html language and/or other computer languages. It’s those digits, a series of 1’s and 0’s arranged in a certain way. It’s those switches opened or closed, which allow us to experience the www (world wide web), the Internet, cyber space, the digital online world.

Most urls (links or internet addresses), for most websites, for years, began with http://www.(followed by the name of the site).

If you were selling something online or collecting private information, you would want something more secure, to encrypt the information from those with bad or evil intentions. This is simply called, https or an SSL and would require a certificate (more computer jargon). I know this because, I used to have one because, I tried to sell stuff online. Of course, this costs more money. But I had one and soon I realized what it cost me to have an encrypted website, and SSL certificate and to have a ‘shopping cart; for an online store was not warranted. It cost me more to have this than I was ever paid from trying to sell stuff. So, I saved myself a lot of money, by removing my shopping cart (e-commerce program), and the SSL certificate. FYI, I operate four websites and sell nothing from them or collect anyone’s personal information. So, I did NOT; do NOT need an SSL! That’s what I thought anyway.

Enter “Do No Evil” ‘Goddle’, putting the slammer hammer down and requiring every site to have an SSL certificate???

“What is SSL Certificate? How does it work? It’s like having an electronic passport!”

An SSL (Secure Sockets Layer), is the standard security technology, for establishing an encrypted link between a web server and a browser. This link ensures that all data passed between the web server and browsers remain private and integral? Lets get one thing straight. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SECURITY ON THE INTERNET!! It might be more secure, take longer to hack or to compromise, but if it can be encrypted, it can be decrypted or unencrypted. Its like reverse engineering. It’s like putting a sign in your yard that reads: ‘These Premises are Protected by (Name of security company). For the professional, this is just a sign that tells them how to break your security.

Enter Google and it’s recent development to make and take more money.


Over the course of the last two years, rumors had swirled over Google’s position concerning forcing the move to HTTPS encryption.

In 2017, Google began officially warning website owners that non HTTPS sites would incur consumer messaging that identified the site as non-secure.”

1. Encrypts Sensitive Information
The information you send on the Internet is passed from computer to computer to get to the destination server. Any computer in between you and the server can see your credit card numbers, usernames and passwords, and other sensitive information if it is not encrypted. When an SSL certificate is used, the information becomes unreadable to everyone except for the server you are sending the information to.

2. Protects You From Cybercriminals They are clever! And so is Google!

According to Cybersecurity Ventures, cybersecurity damages will cost the world over $6 trillion annually by 2021.

It is impossible to escape the rising tide of cybercrime if your website doesn’t have an SSL certificate. They will identify weakness(es) in your network…mostly, when information is transmitted. Recently, the black eye masked people have been refining malicious strains that are specifically designed to capture data while moving between destinations. (Told you, these people are clever!)

You surely can protect yourself from this mess by installing SSL certificates that offer a vital means of defending against transit-based hacks.

3. Builds Trust & Brand Power
With SSL certificates, your customers will see visuals like the lock icon and green address bar that indicates well-trusted encryption is in use. Well, if I as a customer will see that on your website, I will be assured that my information is traveling safe.

4. SSL/HTTPS is also a Google ranking factor.

Excerpts in Italics from:

Right, I doubt ranking (showing up higher on a search engine page), will improve by having an SSL, at least not mine.

Does not this all seem a little strange to you? Not if you presently look at other web browsers like Apple’s ‘Safari’, ‘Brave’, Mozilla’s ‘Firefox, Microsoft’s ‘Internet Explorer’ or ‘Edge’. They don’t show whether a site is secure or unsecured, at least not yet!!! I’ve heard ‘Firefox’ will be doing this soon. If I only knew what I just wrote, before I bought into Google’s extortion and paid Godaddy, for my new SSL certificate. What this means is that if you or I used any of the other most used web browsers, we would probably not know I have an SSL certificate. Yep, we can only see this by using Google’s ‘Chrome’ web browser! Let me show you before and after an SSL.

Just one of 4 of my sites, before SSL and on ‘Google’s ‘Chrome’ web browser.

By clicking on the (i) symbol to the left of ‘Not Secure’, more information is given

In the picture immediately above, on this particular site, the expanded information begins with Flash. I use flash animation in my opening graphics when one first comes to this site. Not all browsers support Flash, primarily, with no-thanks to, the late Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple. He did not like it for some reason, some feeling, had a bad relationship with Adobe (© and patent holder of Flash), or something and he did not allow Flash on Apple’s operating systems, its ‘Safari’ web browser and Apple devices or support it. In the above example, the user may allow flash to run IF you click “Allow”, otherwise, you would never see it. So much for all my hard work to make something interesting and that I am proud of?? But that’s OK, it’s just more work to change it (sarcasm).

Third on the list above is “Cookies”. These are little tracking bits of embedded code. Almost every website, browser, and Google all use “Cookies” to track where the user goes. Sometimes, they even give notice that they are using them and are basically asking you if it’s OK to track you; to spy on you? In the example above, notice “(0 in use”). This is because, I don’t use “Cookies” to track anyone on any of my sites!!

Last on the list above is, “Site settings”. Honestly, I don’t know what that means.

These four are what constitutes, what google flags as an “unsecured” site. FYI (for your information), it is possible, to have a “secure site” with the SSL certificate, but still use “cookies”??? Whatever you say Goddle, but I DON’T USE “COOKIES”, on any of my websites!!!

Now let me be clear. I wouldn’t want to go to an unsecured website, especially if I needed to enter personal information and my credit card numbers and etc., if I was trying to purchase something online! Good O’ “Do No Evil” Goddle is, just trying to let people know because, they really care about you and I? And they really care about the website owners (let’s just call them operators, that really just rent or lease these websites), like myself because, there is no law that requires anyone to have a secure site and an SSL certificate? Oh, but if we don’t, Goddle is going to flag every site as unsecured, if they don’t, with an annoying-freak you out bit of intimidation. No law my ass! It gets better, I mean worse.

It seems to me that Goddle has found a new way to make more money. I am sure they collect their cut from the hosting companies. And of course, the hosing companies get theirs! Why not provide SSL by default, with all hosting plans? Looks like a scam to me, but we have no choice. Oh, right, there is no law that anyone must have an SSL, at least not yet. It’s a choice? Not really, not with Goddle! They will just flag you as UN-SAFE, if you don’t. Hey, this sounds like FaceBook’s shadow banning or suspension, if you are considered UNSAFE, for their community standards. YouTube (google’s baby), too! It’s the same for Twitter. Why no, it’s not censoring anyone, they are looking out for everyone; keeping everyone “safe”? Goddle is drunk with power, unfortunately, so I do not think this is to help the consumer, but rather to make more money or they flag your website as unsafe. It’s all done by a simple cut and paste of computer code. The code has already been written by a programmer. The programmer has already been paid. It takes seconds or just a few minutes to put these snippets of code into a website, changing it from unsecure to secure. So why does anyone NOT selling something online, have to have an SSL and have to pay so much?

No, you nor I want to go to a site that even implies it is unsafe, whether it is or not? I don’t! So I either had to just shut down all my sites that use no “cookies”; collects no data from anyone or “makes” any money from anything sold from the site, from any advertiser or, Goddle and its associates, get to “take” more of mine, for them.

I spent a lot of time and effort on developing my sites. I even set up little favicons.

favicon /ˈfæv.ɪˌkɒn/ (short for favorite icon), also known as a shortcut icon, website icon, tab icon, URL icon, or bookmark icon, is a file containing one or more small icons,[1] associated with a particular website or web page.[1][2]

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I believe in my content, so I bent over and let Goddle and its associates “take” more from me.

So, I contacted my domain registrar/webhost provider— Godaddy, by phone, to purchase SSL certificates, for my websites.

Here is what happens when you call Godaddy for help. First, you get this automatic, pre-recorded upbeat and excited lady that after pressing the right number for your issue, it will direct you to a live person that supposedly can help you? Example: “For technical support press (number), WE LOVE HELPING PEOPLE, press (number), “for security, including SSL support press (number).” I did. After a brief wait time, I spoke with a real person. He by way of Godaddy, gave me a deal? Yes, they would secure five websites (yay I only have 4), for a super low price (over $100, for one year.

Then, I was offered a super-duper deal by “locking in the same price”, for two years? “No thanks,” I told them, “I don’t even want to pay, for the one year, and shouldn’t have to, just because Goddle says I should!!”

Well, I bent over and took it and purchased it. Godaddy sent me an email to confirm and that it may take up to 72 hours, for it to go into effect. It didn’t take long, but how would I know or would anyone know if my sites went from http (unsecured), to https (secure)? How? If you or I actually typed i.e. that’s how. Who has time for that?

We are used to having impatience and/or have short attention spans. We don’t have time for that! We should just be able to type (key in), and go there to my newly purchased secured site. Didn’t happen!!!

I called Godaddy again and then, again. Twice they sent me links to the information, by email, how to “redirect” my sites so that one could do just that, key in for example, and it would automatically redirect it to or simply just by typing (keying in), There was just a few little tiny problems with this, just a few little things?

The instructions did not tell me what folder to put this file into each of my websites in their root directories, what to name the file and what format or extension the file used. I called Godaddy the third time. It got potentially worse, for me and could have been more profitable, for them and Goddle.

The so-called Godaddy technician told me, “We are trained only limitedly and I can’t help you with that, but you can have one of our experts set this up for you (for another fee, of course).” I rather angrily told him that “Godaddy can’t put instructions on their website HOW to do this, without explaining HOW to do this (incomplete instructions), and Godaddy and Goddle already have a lot of my money, yall’ can’t have, ALL of my money!”

Well, apparently, I must have asked the right questions and he suddenly had enough training to know that what I was saying, was correct. If I didn’t take an educated guess and ask the right questions (what folder to put this code in with a new file and with the correct name), I would have to pay more to have an “expert” do it. How long did it take me me to create a file, name it ‘web.config’, cut and paste the code to all four of my sites? I weas done is just a few short minutes. So, did I really need to pay extra $’s to have an expert do this? NO!! I don’t blame the tech., he was probably just trained to try and sell me stuff.

I copied their code, created a new file and named it web.config and placed it into the correct folder. I had to do this for each of my four website. Just by naming the file web.config (all lowercase), it automatically put the file into the right format with the correct extension. This was simple. It was just copy and paste and did not take much time at all. Did it really require much training, for the so-called tech to tell me this? NO, but he was just trying to sell me more stuff, that I did not/do not need. He was a bit misleading though as were their incomplete instructions on how to do this yourself.

The story continues and it gets worse for me, but possibly, better for Godaddy and Goddle. But first, to follow is, what my brand new and secure website home pages, look like— I’m so proud? 🙂

Now all one has to do is type dahni .com


now all one has to do is type in:


now all one has to do is type in:


now all one has to do is type in:

It gets worse for me and better for them.

I’ve heard that sometime this October (2018), Goddle is really going to tag all the unsecured sites with perhaps something that flashes. Maybe it will be in red? That will really get our attention to move away!

It gets worse for me and better for them.

For sometime, all the sites that really sold stuff online and really needed SSL and SSL certificates, to really try to at least partially protect their users from security breaches, they had a familiar green padlock icon, letting us know they were secure. The unsafe sites had partially open red padlocks. Well, Goddle is working on it, so that even these little padlocks (green or red), will disappear. They are pushing everyone to get SSL certificates and that eventually, all sites will be secure and this will be the new normal. Now here is where it gets really interesting. I wish I had known this information, before I spent over a $100 to get an SSL! Maybe I could have waited a little while longer. Why? Well, Goddle (Google) and their ‘Chrome’ web browser are to date, about the only browsers that are telling anyone that the site they have landed on is, either secure or unsafe. Whaaaaat? Yep!

As of 9/5/11, when I started writing this, Apple’s ‘Safari’ web browser, ‘Brave’, Microsoft’s ‘Internet Explorer’ and ‘Edge’, and Mozillia’s ‘Firefox’ browsers do not indicate whether or not the site you have landed on is secure or not! Yep! No padlocks either, red or green. Wait a dagone’ minute, is Goddle trying to pull a fast one? Granted they are the world’s largest search engine and they may have the most used web browser (‘Chrome’), but they are not the only game and players in town!!!

It gets worse for me and better for them.

One can get some super-duper SSL certified security, for their websites too. Many have had these, for quite some time. Godaddy offered me something for FREE, with limitations. Come on now, if there are limits, it’s not really FREE now is it? What were the limits? It would be FREE for a certain number of clicks (users going to a site), and then the site owner must pay, more $’s! But what Godaddy offered me for FREE, instead of the basic green closed padlock, was a McAfee secure thingy. You know, McAfee, the anti-virus, malware, Internet security firm (among other companies), that many people have long suspected of creating viruses, malware, spy bots, ransom ware and etc., putting them online and infecting computers or threatening to, just so we will buy their stuff, to protect our stuff?

Now Godaddy is kind of not real clear about their offerings. If you do a search for McAfee from Godaddy’s site, it will show you the following image.

Right next to this is a familiar little green clickable button (the money button) —

I did not click on the “buy” button to see how much it would cost, but there is a huge difference between FREE and BUY! I declined Godaddy’s offer for the so-called FREE, McAfee thingy. To me, it was just another free piece of advertising, FOR McAfee through Godaddy and I’ll bet Goddle gets their cut too!.

Next I would like to show you a few super-duper sites and their advantage. Let’s start with Apple—

Notice to the left of the closed green padlock (secure site), it reads something extra, “Apple Inc. [US]”. This means that Apple has extra security, they paid extra and they get to show their name again. The bracket [ ], with the US means that this particular site has a super-duper SSL (secure certificate), and is held by Apple Inc. and the “US” is, the United States. They probably have something similar, in every country they operate in.

Here is Godaddy’s—


Yep, my tweets are secure on twitter.

My blogs at WordPress are all secure. WordPress—

Yes, WordPress is, super-duper secure as it shows, “Word (Automatic, Inc.) [US]”, next to the secure green padlock.

I operate over ten blogs at WordPress. They are all FREE, have customized themes and features, but you know NOW, what FREE means— advertising! Yes, when you go to any of my blogs there are some ads, fewer than most, but still, there are some. WordPress wants to make money and that’s OK. They try to sell domain name registrations and web space (hosting), and paid themes, and other services, just like Godaddy. I know, I operated two of them for a time, one personal and one as a website manager, for a small business. Even Godaddy and WordPress are associated with one another. They have financial agreements. That’s OK by me.

Just so you know, I make nothing from any advertiser or from WordPress in money, extra freebies or favors nor do I choose any of the advertisements that appear on any of my blogs, through them.

I set all of my WP blogs, to automatically post links to my Facebook timelines, groups and pages, Twitter and LinkedIn accounts, and etc. FB does not allow this anymore. I have to manually copy and post the link to FB. And while on the subject of Facebook, it is just a matter of time, before they follow Goddle and will not even allow links from websites, which are not secure.

I also have some of the same blog names and content as my WordPress blogs, hosted at either or (blogger), and both names belong to, Goddle (Google).

Now it starts to really get interesting! Here is what Facebook looks like—

Yes, yours, mine and whomever have FB timelines, groups, and pages; our comments, images and etc. are secure (supposedly), through FB, but they are not super-duper secure!. Notice, “Face Book Inc [US]”, is missing, next to the green secure padlock. I guess they didn’t want to pay extra $’s or don’t think it’s important to have a super-duper SSL and secure site? Forget about Facebook, for the moment. What about Google’s ‘Chrome’ web browser—

Why yes, it is indeed secure, but missing is, “Google Inc. [US], next to the green secure padlock. I guess they didn’t want to pay extra $’s or don’t think it’s important to have a super-duper SSL and secure site? OK, what about Goddle (Google)? Google—

Whaaaaat? Not even the worlds largest search engine, is super-duper secure? Correct! Missing again is, “Google Inc. [US]”, to the right of the green secure padlock!!! I guess they didn’t want to pay extra $’s or don’t think it’s important to have a super-duper SSL and secure site? I smell scam? OK, perhaps that’s too strong a word. How about this—


To close this long, but necessary post out, I want to end with what I call the irony of ironies and the paradox of paradoxes and a couple of solutions.

The Irony of Ironies & the Paradox of Paradoxes

These companies, firms and high-tech giants cannot begin as private, then, seeking operating cash, offer the public shares to be bought and sold in the public market (stock market), and still say they are private. They cannot offer FREE stuff that’s paid for by collecting our data or getting us to buy stuff for their advertisers that pay them, to be considered FREE. They cannot offer a FREE to all, open forum and lobby Congress and finance politics and politicians to resist government regulation, without seeking to regulate their own interests. They cannot in the name of “community standards”, not violate their own standards, by picking and choosing who gets to use their platforms and/or whose content is allowed or removed, without censorship. They cannot call themselves a “platform” and publish content without being “content “publishers.” If they can offer a platform and de-platform or un-platform someone, that’s just an euphemism (another name for), censorship. They cannot include all, by excluding any. They cannot in the name of toleration, not be intolerant of any and all those they deem to be intolerant. They cannot hide under the banner of “platforms”, to avoid being sued for libel and other acts because, they are not “publishers” of content, without publishing content on their platforms. They cannot say there are no laws forcing or demanding others to comply with their rules and regulations, without the force and effect of laws to make their users comply. To big to fail, they are already to big to keep from falling. To big for their britches, their seams are already bursting. FREE and freedom are neither free. And Goddle (Google), you never were, you are not and you never will be— God!


Get yourself informed of what is going on and underneath; behind the web,; behind the scenes. Tell others. Complain and call out anyone that infringes on your god-given and unalienable rights! Petition Our Congress and/or the Department of Justice (DOJ). Call or write, email or send texts, for them NOT to regulate the Internet (Net Neutrality) or regulate these firms, but to classify them no more as platforms, but content publishers, subject to being sued, just like all other publishes of content. Start something new and better, fair and honest. Remember, all the money these behemoths have, they got from you and I or through us! Those big advertisers would have nothing to pay them with, if we did not/do not purchase their products and services! And we can stop giving it to them!!! Money (power), is not the root of all evil, it’s the LOVE of it! So Goddle (Google), if you really want to “Do No Evil” to Alphabet (your parent), stop doing evil by loving money. And Alphabet, if you really want to “Do No Harm” to your children like Google, stop letting them do evil, by not stopping them from doing evil, by loving money! The root feeds and kills the tree!

Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | August 28, 2018


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By Dahni
©️ 2018, all rights reserved

Respectfully, this post could have been simply titled: Dear John,

US Senator, John Sidney McCain III

August 29, 1936-August 25, 2018

President Nixon greeting John McCain after his return from capture in Vietnam

Maverick, fighter, courageous, controversial, contentious and compassionate. These and more are perhaps, just a few words of how this man’s 81 years, could be described by those that loved and knew him best.

Besides his long service as a United States Senator from Arizona, I knew of him as a veteran of the United States Navy, the same military branch that both our father and my father in law had served with. Beyond this, I knew of him as a surprise guest, to honor the crews of the WWW II sailor’s organizations and their ships, the U.S.S. Murphy and the U.S.S. Quincy. Senator McCain was invited to attend this joint reunion, at the banquet dinner, in Rochester, NY, August 16, 2008. I know this because, I personally invited him to attend, as a special and surprise guest.

Senator McCain was not able to attend and I was not able to have ever met him personally, but I was in written communication, with his wonderful staff. And to MY surprise, Senator McCain personally wrote a letter, sent to me in a manner as if he WAS in attendance if at least, “in spirit”. Later, I will share, a copy of his letter.

Beyond his words, as if being written; as if he was there, it captured the sum and substance of the honor long overdue to the families, friends and the crews of the Murphy and the Quincy. His letter was signed with all humility, without his title and simply, “sincerely, John”!

McCain’s Letter copy PDF (click to view)

His letter was read aloud reverently, respectively and verbatim at the banquet. It was reciprocated by a letter of appreciation to him, personally signed by those crew members in attendance, the Men of the Murphy and of the Men of the Quincy.

One of first things done at these reunion banquets each year, was ‘the ringing of the ship’s bell, in honor of those that had passed away, that year, prior to the reunion. And in familiarity as if the crews had said this themselves and in honor of Senator McCain, “the bell has now tolled”, for “John”.

The crew of the Murphy often thought of and spoke of those who had passed and preceded them in death, as having gone on to safe harbor, anchored at, ‘The Eternal Port’.

Most of those that signed the letter to Senator McCain, have already preceded him. On behalf of them and in their honor, they welcome “John” to ‘The Eternal Port’! As Senator McCain wrote to them, they now repeat the glad refrain, to their fellow Navy member, “Fair winds and Following Seas”

For more information see:

For more images, information and other items, click on the reunion year 2008, and its associative links.

Just I-Magine,

Posted by: Dahni | July 31, 2018

Taking Stock of the Real Woodstock

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© 2018, all rights reserved

Born when cars took fathers away and mothers no more sang happily in the kitchen. Must keep up with the Jones’ and “NEW” and “Improved”!

Off to school to find a way to find your soul and self-express through art. But you did not fit the mold of conformity “they”wanted you to be. Strapped for cash you found some extra, singing and playing OK, and mostly familiar, someone else’s folk songs. Late nights and late assignments, “they” wanted to out you, though your completed work was turned in, eventually. How can you finish what has not yet been, what is not, before it is?!

Conflicts raged against you, you, just a young-woman-child, who prepared you to understand? You became a rebel without a cause. Turning to some distraction, anything or anyone, for a moment’s peace and pleasure. And you lost your title, as the oldest virgin in art school. And a child grew in your womb. To please “they” in doing the “right thing”, you married a man whose own mother said, “He is a selfish man!” And you lost whoever you were or could become.

Ending what should have never been and he would not work it out, on it and with you, you left him, but not the fruit of your womb! Until birth.

You gave up your child because, you had no money, no job, no home in the blistering winter, no prospects, no help and “their’s”, was money to be made off of you, torturing you daily, with insults that you were cruel, forcing you, to just let go.

And you became a poet, born out of perversity, travesty, innocence shattered, confusion and destitution. But it all had to be real and from your heart or no other heart would accept it or could relate.

You were among the top billing, but “they”, could not get you into 500,000 and “they” could not get you out, for another appearance the following Monday, someplace else. You couldn’t go; you didn’t go.

Who could write and play and sing a song about that which they had no experience? A song you wrote, for your friends and yourself and that your friends greatly wanted! Why did not, would not; didn’t they “get it” as you sang it for them? Why did they change it? And one of them you were dating and wrote for you, ‘Our House’, was OK with changing your song? A song that defined not only the experience of the largest outdoor concert in the history of Rock N Roll. A song that was the mass reflection of the experience. A song that would become an anthem of the experience, the culture, and the times.

“They” kept your powerful lyrics, word for word and changed the beat and arrangement and made it a celebration. To you, “they paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”

To you, the half a million people were children of absent fathers, away in fast cars and mothers that stopped singing in their kitchens.

To you, the 1/2 million were a voting block, for the political and war machines and new consumers, far beyond their parent’s Jones’- the hippie, yippie, yuppy, generation X, millennial and on, and on!

How could you have written, performed and sung such a song when you weren’t even there? How could you have known 49 years ago that so many of these “boomers” would become the corrupt government and culture and times of WE the People of today? How could she have known what started in our country, would affect the entire world? How did WE, how do WE, miss the very last line, surrounded by a parentheses (), at the end of your song?

How did your song with all its lyrics (parentheses included), become an anthem of celebration? How could this be, when you wrote it, played it and performed it, and sung it like a dirge, grieving from how far WE have fallen, from original paradise? Why can WE not take up your last line, your encouragement, your inspiration, the parentheses, and try to get back to some semblance of, “the garden?


I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me

I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm
I’m going to join in a rock ‘n’ roll band
I’m going to camp out on the land
I’m going to try an’ get my soul free

We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning

Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe it’s the time of man
I don’t know who l am
But you know life is for learning

We are stardust
We are golden
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration

And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil’s bargain
And we’ve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

(To some semblance of a garden.)

By Joni Mitchel
©️ 49 years ago


Just I-Magine

Posted by: Dahni | July 23, 2018


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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son [Woman, my daughter, Friend, my friend]!

Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943)

Rudyard Kpling perhaps one of the best poets and storytellers of the 20th Century is now long dead, and now considered a racist and an islamphobe? In 1907, he became the first English-language writer to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature. But students in Manchester England have defaced a mural (July 2018), featuring Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’ in a stand against his “racist” work. The author’s 1895 poem was painted on a wall of Manchester University’s newly renovated union building. But student leaders erased the work, replacing it with a piece by Maya Angelou in a bid to reverse “black and brown voices” being written out of history.

IF you don’t agree, deface a work and replace it on private property?

They cited another poem by Kipling, for their reasoning called, ‘The White Man’s Burden’ (1899). That published poem coincided with the beginning of the Philippine-American War and U.S. Senate ratification of the treaty that placed Puerto Rico, Guam, Cuba, and the Philippines under American control. Theodore Roosevelt, soon to become vice-president and then president, copied the poem and sent it to his friend, Senator Henry Cabot Lodge, commenting that it was “rather poor poetry, but good sense from the expansion point of view.” This is how Roosevelt interpreted this poem as did others and many still do. This poem speaks not of Kipling’s encouragement, for the expansion, but makes mockery of it and compares Old England’s imperialistic colonizing in the 13 colonies, slavery and bondage of those taken against their will and even his own experience of England in the country of his birth, India. No, Kipling was not speaking favorably of ‘The White Man’s Burden, but he mocked it, he ridiculed it, it was sarcasm! But I ask you, was this the poem that the Manchester students defaced? No it was not!

What is the connection between ‘The White Man’s Burden’ and the poem ‘If’? The only connection is that Kipling wrote them both, different subjects, different content, that’s it! The racialized notion of the “White Man’s burden” became a euphemism for imperialism, and racism and many anti-imperialists and anti-racists couched their opposition in reaction to the phrase.

Well, how is this for tolerance and the freedom of speech? If you disagree with someone, erase their work? Yes, by all means, go ahead and erase history? Make up your own history?

Who gave the students permission to deface private property?

The union has apologized meaning, they bent over backwards and acquiesced to political correctness, (must not offend anyone), for failing to consult students on its choice of poet and poem.

Why other than political correctness, did the college feel the need to apologize to their students? How old are most students when they first enter college, 17 or 18? Assuming they graduate with a four-year degree, they would be 21 or 22, generally speaking. It is a known and biological fact that the brains of most females are not fully developed until they reach the age of 23! Most men are slower and their brains have not fully matured until they are 25! Most of these students are not yet capable of operating on all four burners. I thought teachers are supposed to teach because, students need to learn and their brains need to develop.

Now I ask you to reread the poem ‘If’’ again. I challenge anyone that can show me Kipling’s prejudice against race or against Islam, in it!

It would be a stretch, but call him a sexist in this poem, for failure to include women, daughters, friends and all people? I don’t know, maybe he wrote this poem for his son? I have added brackets [ ]’s and included women and have implied that anyone could apply its wisdom, at the end of Kipling’s poem.

And I am a fan of Maya Angelou’s works, and particularly her poem, ‘I will Rise’, but what does she have to do with the poem ‘If’? Was she from England? Did she live there? Kipling was born in India, lived sometime in the United States, but spent most of his life in England and died in England. Surely England has poets, fitting the “values” of the Manchester students? That was sarcasm, just in case it was not clear.

‘If’ is good advice for me, for any son, any daughter, any friend; anyone of any age, color of skin or religion.

What if you could actually, thimk’ for yourself?


Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | April 13, 2018

Flutter Like a Butterfly

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I saw a white text on a black background on a friend’s Facebook timeline recently. It really caught my attention. I thought about it, changed some things around and embellished it with a picture (see below). Who does not like caterpillars. OK, maybe a lot of people don’t like anything ‘creepy-crawly’? How about butterflies? Surely no one can object to a beautiful butterfly especially, if they don’t want one to land on them and it does NOT? Is anyone offended by just looking a beautiful butterfly? Again, I suppose it’s possible? It’s just not probable. They are symbolic of hope and transformation among many other metaphors (figures of speech).

Well, in preparation for a National Holiday I am about to introduce and making up–’National Make a Friend Day’, let’s talk a bit about friends.

Everyone either has friends or should. Even if you have just one real and true friend, they’re a treasure that cannot be measured, valued or compared. If we do that ‘social thing’ like Facebook and others, we probably have ‘friends’, but are they really and truly our friends? Are they merely what our social media call friends, did we just accept them because they asked to be our friends, do we hope they will become friends, or is it just a polite way to refer to people that we have no idea who they are?

In attempt to be friendly and to make friends, it often involves conversation. But guess what? Not everyone is interested in being friendly or making friends. Many just want to argue at least or are toxic and destructive at their worst. Being friendly or trying to make friends these certain toxic types try us and in the end, waste our time after all the damage to us is done.

Just the other day, I saw another post on Facebook by another friend who was viciously attacked textually-visually-all-digitally. And for what? He was assailed for sharing an article about this very thing, how toxic people attack others. Irony is lost on how ironic that is. But the article, which I read in full, listed 20 characteristics of toxic people. Twenty? Most of us cannot recall what we had for breakfast yesterday, let alone remember 20 characteristics of toxic people! I tried to simply this. Part of my comment, trying to comfort my friend, was–

If it looks like an ass, smells like ass and acts like an ass, it’s probably an ass. Avoid asses ALWAYS! 🙂

Then, from my other friend previously, I simplified, clarified, embellished and well, made it sound just a little nicer? You decide.


Just I-Magine,






Posted by: Dahni | February 20, 2018

Eternal Father (The Navy Hymn)

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Several people have asked, for the lyrics and music to this beautiful Hymn, ‘Eternal Father.’ It is also known as, ‘The Navy Hymn.’ Following a couple of  YouTube videos, you will find an image of a PFF file. Just click on it to see, the lyrics and the music notation, for this song.



Click the icon for the lyrics







For more information about the Murphy, you can visit their website which is still being maintained, by one of the few remaining, original crew members, Joe Van Eyzeren. The site contains a lot of historical information, portraits of many of the crew members and their families and friends, slideshows, reunions, videos and much, much more + contact information.

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Posted by: Dahni | February 17, 2018

Otis ‘Odie’ Dean Essex

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by Dahni
© 2018, all rights reserved

Otis ‘Odie’ Dean Essex

Another friend and one of the few remaining of, “the greatest generation,” clings not to life, but to his final farewell. Otis Dean Essex is, a patriot and served his country in the Navy, in WWII, on board the USS Murphy, DD603 as a fireman. ‘Odie,’ (as he is affectionately called), and the Murphy participated in nearly ever major event of the war:

USS Murphy DD603

The Murphy, a small battleship was built for speed. Odie and crew often thought of themselves as the “guinea pig ship.” They always seemed to be in front, to escort other ships, first in front to look for U-boats and torpedoes and first in front, in case there were mines or other troubles, waiting in ambush. Odie’s and the Murphy escorted caravans of ships with supplies and crew to Europe. Odie and the Murphy escorted the USS Quincy, with President Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR), on board, to the Yalta Convention with FDR, Churchill and Stalin. Odie and the Murphy then, went and picked up the King of Saudi Arabia, for a historic meeting with FDR. Odie and the Murphy provided shell cover, for the landing, at Normandy Beach. Odie and the Murphy, were part of the first group of ships bringing medical relief, after the atomic bombing of Nagasaki, Japan. Odie and the Murphy participated in every major event of WWII. Not too bad for a ship that once was, literally, cut in half, losing its entire bow and had to be towed back to port and refitted. But mostly, Odie and the Murphy, participated in helping to liberate the world from tyranny and much in part, to our personal; present, liberty and freedom.

After his service to the Navy and his service to our country, Odie continued to serve. Then it became service, for the spiritual needs of many men and women and chikdren as, a pastor, teacher and preacher. Whether or not he actually was, the crew of the Murphy’s annual reunion, for many years, called him, “Chaplain Odie.”

I personally attended quite a few of these Murphy reunions. I was honored to take their portraits and participate in their lives, for several years. Odie nicknamed me the ‘Fly,’ as it seemed to him like anytime, anyone turned around, I was there, with camera in hand, ready to capture the moment. And Oh, if you could have been, like a “fly on the wall,” to all I witnessed!!!

Odie and each member of the Murphy, became my friends and my family! What extraordinary times these were, meeting the sailors and their families and their friends, and hearing their stories, including Odie’s!

One time, at Odie’s request, I took a picture of three of the crew and their arms that had the same tattoo from near the beginning of their service. 🙂

The ‘Tattoo Boys’ – ‘Odie’ Otis Dean Essex (far right)

Odie always said grace at meals, for those reunions. He opened and closed them in prayer. On Sundays, the last day of the reunion, and after breakfast and before most people left to return home, Odie always offered a small service, to anyone wanting to come. My wife Susan and her brother Kevin, sang duets, for many of these and the rest of us sang hymns, from printed programs. It was a short time and a sweet time and a great way to start the day, before heading home.

Odie was a wonderful teacher and storyteller. He had a great knack in relating Biblical truths to current events and presented them in jovial and easily understood messages. If I were to look for them, I believe I still have a copy of every one of those programs from those that I attended, of every Murphy Reunion Sunday service that Odie did. Each of my programs are scribbled with so many of my hand-written notes, you can hardly read the original printing! Odie really made the Bible come alive, for me and he made me think!

Dessie Guedel Essex & Otis Dean Essex

Just days ago, it was discovered that Odie seems to have lung cancer, which has spread to his brain. After a family vote (which Odie insisted on), and not wanting to remain in the hospital, Odie was moved to hospice, at Woodlawn Compassionate Care, near Canton, OH.

Today, outside his hospice room, an American flag, flies in his honor, for the Liberty and the Freedom, Odie helped to preserve, protect and provide, to myself and many countless others. Outside his room the sign reads, “guest room.” I’m sure he would agree with that, as we are all just passing through this life, in route to HOME!

Inside his room, close family and friends gathered, not in a scene of clinging to life, but with hymns and joy, clarity and process, clinging to farewell.

Today, inside this room with Odie, with his beloved wife Dessie Guedel Essex by his side and close family and friends there gathered, they described it as, a “Love Fest!” Odie often said in his correspondence and communications with me and others, “Love, Prayers, Peace and Stuff!”

One of the songs often sung at the reunions was, ‘This World is Not My Home.” Odie believed that! He made me believe it! He still believes this!

We are all here, for just a time. We are here, just passing through, to our Eternal and Everlasting Home!

At the beginning of every Murphy reunion, there would be the ringing of the ship’s bell, once for each member of the crew that had passed on, that previous year. The Bell does not yet toll, for Odie.

But it was said of those passing, they had gone on to, ‘The Eternal Port.’

I was blessed with those words and their imagery.

I will close this now, with a picture I had made for each member of the crew and a poem I wrote.

‘The Eternal Port’

“A sailor will never lie, in endless sleep;
For theirs is still a mission to keep.
A labor of love and not a chore,
With ever this promise, to meet you once more.
And so a kiss, to seal this token sort;
Until anchored beside, The Eternal Port”

For more information (a journey really), about ‘Odie’ and ‘The Murphy,’ please visit their website. It is still maintained by one of the few remaining of “the greatest generation,” of the few remaining crew and one of about three of, the original crew members, Joe VanEyezeren. Joe just recently lost his beloved wife Olive. Love em’ if yah’ gotem’! Carpe diem (seize the day)!

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Posted by: Dahni | April 1, 2017

The True Story of Oz

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By Dahni
© 2017, all rights reserved

Now before this begins, I want to both caution you/warn you and cover my ass with this waiver, I am NOT responsible for traumatizing any youth of any age or for ANY psychological damage perhaps seated in their lives, for the rest of their lives, by exposing anyone to the truth. With this being made known to you in advance, take your children away or turn away your eyes if you will not be responsible for the truth and its possible consequences.

First of all, OZ is a real place. It does exist. How do I know? I’ve been there. My wife has been there twice. One of our grandchildren was born there. We have friends that still live there!

It is just that most people cannot spell it or pronounce it correctly. I am referring to the Continent and the country, many believe is, Australia. The people are not Australians, they are Ozians or if you must, OZ-tralians. There are two reasons for this misunderstanding. First, non-OZtralians/non-OZians, cannot spell or pronounce things correctly. Knowing this, the OZ-tralians/OZ-ians are perfectly OK, with allowing this corruption. They don’t want a bunch of non-OZtralians/non-OZ-ians coming in and messing up the place, looking for Emerald City. Yes, Emerald City does exist too. So does all the great beauty and wonderful creatures. There is magic here and Glinda the good witch. There are no evil or wicked witches here anymore and more about that later. But there are no wizards, not now, not any and not never; never have been. More about that later as well. Munchkins? Absolutely, but they hide. They can be found at any Dunkin Donuts, in OZ.

Munchkins are OZians too! 🙂

So the story as you have known is all true to a point. Dorothy and Toto her dog, did live in Kansas and they were taken up in a cyclone or a tornado. And it landed in Munchkin Land in the land of OZ-tralia, miles from Emerald City, connected by a yellow brick road. Now this is, what is missing.

Munchkin Land was settled because, so many of the Munchkins worked for the chief manufacturing plant and corporate office of Dunkin Donuts, in OZ. I bet you did not know that! And you will never see or hear about Dunkin Donuts in the books, movies or musicals. Why? Because Dunkin Donuts wants the world to believe that what they call Munchkins are just donut holes cut out of the center of doughnuts. That’s absurd! Like the Keebler Elves, everyone that does not have their heads full of straw, know that what makes stuff magically delicious is, skilled, crafty and expert little people! If I were Dunkin Donuts, I’d treat the Munchkins right and be careful they don’t sue you for trading on their good name and their work in making those little munchkins (the donut holes). 🙂

Yes, the house really did land on and killed the Wicked Witch of the East. For crying out loud, show some respect, even for the wicked. She has a name. Her name is Evanora, a.k.a., the Wicked Witch of the East. Her sister, Theodora is (or was), known as, the Wicked Witch of the West. You will shortly understand that Theodora, the Wicked Witch of the West, did NOT die and her beautiful wickedness, did NOT melt, due to water! How ridiculous! The original writer, not wanting people to come over and spoil the true land of OZ and to continue the narrow belief of good VS evil to keep kids in line, decided to kill her off by liquidation. I call that fic-tation. It’s just made up!

Now in the movie, ‘OZ the Great and Powerful,’ there were a lot of liberties taken with the script. True, Glinda the Good; Evanora and Theodora the wicked, were sisters and yes, magical sisters. In fact, they three, made all the wonder of OZ possible. But it was not jealousy or desire for power that caused the riff among them. The real cause of separation in three words was, overindulgence in pistachios. Yes, the nut. They ate way too many and it caused their skin to turn green. Now I ask you, how would you feel if every time you looked into a mirror, you were green? And everyone else was pretty freaked out about it too. So, the two sisters chose to use their power against others, because they were suffering way down in low self-esteem. This is not an excuse for turning wicked, just their choice.

There was no huge war against the wicked in OZ. Dorothy set out from Munchkin Land for Emerald City, to seek the wizard (so-called), so she could go home? What? Are you kidding? Remember Kansas? It was all blah-blah-warm sepia tones, but OZ was full of vibrant color and wonder! Dorothy went to Emerald City to change her passport, go home and say goodbye to Aunt Em and her uncle, and then she was going to come back and stay in OZ forever or at least until, the end of her days. There is a limit in OZ, but OZians do, each experience, an unusually long lifespan. It must be something special that is found in OZ!

So Dorothy heads down the yellow brick road and encounters the Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion, just as we have been taught. Dorothy kind of gives them the impression the wizard will give them what they each lack respectively, a brain, a heart and courage. But what really happened was, Dorothy is an exhibitionist, loves attention, does not like being alone and is easily bored. She needs excitement, especially, since all she knew was rural Kansas— country life.

Theodora checks in on the group from time to time, not to prevent them from reaching Emerald City, but her sister Evanora, paid top dollar for those Ruby Red Slippers at PayLess Shoes, down under, in OZ, and she wants them back! True, it would give her more power, but she just wants her sister’s shoes. Wouldn’t you, if all you had were black clothes and green skin? Sure, color is good; something different from normal.

So, the company arrives at Emerald City. What we know from that point is a mixture of fact and fiction. Remember, all Dorothy wanted was a passport, to become a citizen of OZ, to become an OZ-trailan, an OZian and to go back to Kansas briefly, to say goodbye to her kinsfolk. No problem. But it was the getting her back home and the requests for a brain, a heart and courage that threw the fake wizard, the Wizard of OZ for a loop. He tried to get out of it by sending them on special assignments etc. to see if they were found worthy of receiving what they requested. It was all a ruse to get more time until he could get out of doing what he knew, he could not ever do.

Yes, it was Toto that figured out the secrecy to the success of the wizard. He was just a man behind a screen, pushing and pulling buttons and levers and flipping switches. It was just smoke and mirrors, like a carnival or a circus act.

Now he was not just exposed as a fraud to Dorothy and Company, but soon, everyone in Emerald City knew and all of OZ.

Well, he really was a Carney, a cheap trickster, just a performer. And he really did escape, for cheating people out of their money and in a hot air balloon. It really was picked up by a cyclone/tornado and it really did land in OZ. The Ozians had never seen anything like this so, they all just assumed he was a wizard. Times being what they were and not able to go back to Kansas, he took the job and became the fake, fraudulent, Wizard of OZ. He kept his balloon though and made the necessary repairs to it over the years, during his time in OZ, just in case, he was found out again and had to escape gain. This was that time, again.

The only thing that kept the Ozians from beating their fake wizard to a pulp was, they liked Dorothy and he promised to get her back to Kansas. But he flat out lied to her that he would be able to get her back to OZ.

As to the others, he did produce a cheap diploma, from an unregistered degree mill for the Scarecrow. And he did give the Tin Man a heart? Really? No, of course not, it was just a heart-shaped clock. And he did give the Cowardly Lion a medal, a plastic medal from the children’s section of a Wall-Mart Super Center, in the Land of OZ. By the way, if you do not believe OZians exist, particularly strange OZians, have you ever seen some of entities who shop at Wal-Mart?

Now even for OZ and particularly Emerald City, do you honestly believe they were that gullible, to turn over the running of their city to a scarecrow, a tin man and a cowardly lion, with such little experience, even if they were magical creatures? It never happened! So what then, really happened? Let’s start with Toto.

Toto ran off. Now before you get too judgmental about that, you need to understand something about Toto. Unbeknownst to Dorothy and maybe everyone in Kansas, he was a she. Yes, Toto was a girl! Toto ran off because, SHE, fell in love with a monkey. The combination of this crossbred genetic material and OZ magic, produced all those flying monkeys you have come to know.

The First litter all looked liked Toto 🙂

So, Dorothy had to leave OZ without Toto and she did and she made it back to Kansas and her home. Shortly after, wouldn’t’ you know it, another cyclone/tornado came through their farm. The wind caught Dorothy’s dress and pulled it up. Strangely, she liked the feeling. When she looked down, she was still wearing the Ruby Red Slippers. Glinda had forgotten to get them back. The wind had blown a tiny grain of sand into one of her shoes and it started to hurt, walking in them. Dorothy took off the shoe, and found the grain then she noticed a label, in the heel that reads:

Property of OZ
Click heels 3 times and say—
“There’s No Place Like Home.”


Dorothy in the Ruby Red Slippers, liked the wind, hiking up her dress

As it is well-known and often said, “Home is where the heart is.” Dorothy’s heart and her new home was OZ. She just had to get back there! She did as instructed and Whoosh, just like that, she was back in OZ to stay! A little more about her later.

The Scarecrow, thinking he could actually think with his bogus degree, went into business, the straw business. One day, he fell off his truck and a tractor rolled over his body and the wind spread it to all four corners of the farm. All that was left was his head, still without a brain.

No body, just a head, still no brain

Of the three, the Tin Man had it the worst. His so called heart, stopped beating (ticking actually). When he finally realized the Wizard of Fraud had cheated him and given him nothing, but a cheap, battery-operated clock, OMG was he furious! When he finally calmed down, no one was willing or able to help him. To get a real heart, he would have to get one somewhere and well, everyone was already using theirs. He thought about leaving OZ in search of one, somewhere else. He sold some of himself, some of his own scrap parts, to purchase an airline ticket.

He was humiliated at the airport. He had to climb onto the conveyor belt at security and lie down because, after all, he was made out of metal. Well, the experience made him so angry and he was so loud about it, security kicked him out and banned him from ever using any airport in OZ, EVER!!! They did give him a refund, but he tossed it on the ground and walked out. He decided to see Glinda, to see, if there was any way, she could help him.

Besides anger issues, the Tin Man is pretty dang smart. Unlike the Scarecrow, the Tin Man did have a brain and in fact, he was very well read. A story from ancient Greece came to mind as he went to see Glinda. As it turns out, not only was Glinda the Good a witch, she has the power of time travel. She could send the Tin Man anywhere in time he wanted to go and bring him back to OZ. The Tin man knew exactly where and when in time, he wanted to go. In an instant, after Glinda waved her magic wand, the Tin Man was face to face with Achilles. To argue his point, the Tin Man told Achilles he knew, what the secret was to Achilles immortality and his one weakness, his heel. Achilles was still a little reluctant and then, the Tin Man pointed to the arrow that had just nearly missed his heel. “That was pretty, awfully darn close, huh,” the Tin man asked?

Achilles, knew at that moment, it was only a matter of time, so he traded his own heart for the Tin Man’s lower right leg. It is said, that someone has what you need and you have something that someone needs.

I told you the Tin Man was smart, he could easily get another right foot. But then, Achilles could really live forever. He still does. His type of heroism is no longer needed, but he is, CEO of a worldwide company that makes quality footwear that others put their brand on. He is alive, well and happy, in Schenectady, NY, thanks to, the Tin Man.

Achilles reluctantly swaps, his heart for the Tin Man’s lower right (hollow) leg

By the Time the Tin Man got back to OZ, Dorothy had just gotten there too. She found Toto and apparently in OZ, dogs and monkeys, breed like rabbits. There were flying blue monkeys with tails like dogs, everywhere! 🙂

It turns out, the cowardly lion really only had one fear. He was afraid of, ‘coming out!’ Just as we somehow always KNEW, especially when he sang about being a “Dandy Lion,” he was a homosexual lion. He still lives in the forest where he frolics and frisks with his partner, Thamous.

“I’m a Dandy Lion”

This leaves only Theodora the Wicked and Dorothy, to end this true story.

Dorothy was bored and wanted to be free of her limited life in rural, warm-sepia-tones, Kansas. Theodora wanted desperately, the very things Dorothy wanted to be free from. She wanted to be free from the heavy and many responsibilities of wicked-witch-ed-ness and live a simple life.

She did just that and is finally happy. She is still green, as nothing, not even magic, can change that. But the locals don’t seem to pay it no mind. They just figure she gets air sick a lot. But yes, Theodora, the former Wicked Witch of the West, in the Land down under, in the Land of OZ, is now happy!

She is living large as a crop-duster, in rural Kansas. 🙂


Theodora Crop-Dusting, Inc.

And Dorothy? She is now an exotic nude dancer. She specializes in the horizontal pole dance, which is a levitating broom. Glinda gave her this power, when she turned in the Ruby Red Slippers.

Dorothy works full-time, and can be found at, ‘Down Under Saloon and Station, in OZ. She is presently seeing a jackaroo (a stockman or cowboy), training to oversee a station (a ranch).

She loves animals and has a domesticated dingo, Blue Mountain Jack, a wallaby named Matilda and a platypus that goes by Petunia.

Dorothy and Toto are not on speaking terms, probably due to the fact that she named him Toto. Toto is a diminutive form of the male name of Salvatore in Sicily and of Antonio in Campania. But, Toto was a she, a girl! Come on, did Dorothy or her family not know? How could they not know? I mean, it would be obvious if they ever looked right? It’s apparent they didn’t! For crying out loud, even in  the 1939 movie, ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ Toto was played by a female brindle Cairn Terrier, whose real name was Terry. Toto goes by Tolly now.

But other than these things, all is well in OZ. You should visit sometime! Down under, in the Land of OZ, it’s a real as it gets. A few words of caution here are in order. Most OZians never say, put something (like shrimp) “…on the Barbie,” so do not expect a warm response if you say this. A ‘walkabout’ could last for a really, really long time. Don’t go on one with someone unless, you understand that and forget about looking for them. Thy’ll be back when they’re back. And for God’s sake, just never, EVER mention the word wizard! 🙂

Dorothy is an exotic nude dancer, specializing in the horizontal pole

Just I-magine, you never heard this true story!
Just I-magine, you will to, never remember it, repeat it or share it!
Just I-magine, it is really not, April Fool’s Day!


Just I-magine,

Posted by: Dahni | March 30, 2017

Poem me This

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By Dahni
© 2017, all rights reserved


As March comes to it’s final end
April will ascend
So here this, in advance
Though April 1 is April Fools perchance
But here there is no silly catch
But for you to prepare to make a batch
For once again in our society
April tis’ the month, of poetry

“Let Me Count the Ways”

April is National Poetry Month, a month-long celebration of poetry and poets that was inaugurated by the Academy of American poets ( in April 1996 to increase acceptance of poetry in our day-to-day culture. I hope each of you can find the time and opportunity to join in this nationwide celebration of the art. There are several ways you could do this: write, read, recite or share. I promise you that if you do not enjoy the exercise, it will still increase your intelligence, as exposure to the arts surely does. In researching a thing, the more detail you discover, the easier it becomes to recall especially if, you put yourself into the work.

Poetry is not just for Hallmark Cards, something a guy will try to impress a girl with or a girl beneath some shady tree will read, for she, has no guy to write for her or read to her; share with her or has no need for she, quite content, herself a poem and free to be.

Poetry’s history saw nations rise and fall because of poets. Kings and queens knew better, than to offend a poet, as they just might lose their thrones. Traveling or itinerate poets were like the town crier or our modern-day post office or the mass media. They brought news and information, inspiration and entertainment and seeds to plant, for transformation! From afar, whether good, bad or indifferent, they carried the past into the present, for the future and it was, what the people wanted to know; needed to know.

Poets were funded by nations and nations rose and fell by the quality or lack thereof, of poetry and poets that wrote and read aloud, their poems. This practice has long ceased and the love of poetry; the importance of poetry, has mostly been lost, especially in the United States. I know a man from Norway, who earned his living as a poet, since he was twelve years old. Norway, when he was growing up, still believed in the importance of poetry and subsidized its poets. Well, there’s a boatload of money to be made in poetry right? Don’t get too excited as the official title of the United States poet laureate is, “Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry” and they receive a whopping $35,000 annual stipend, plus $5,000 for travel expenses. Right, don’t quit your day job and keep those PT night time jobs while you’re at it. 🙂

Beneath a tree I Poem Me

If you were to look into the background of many of your favorite authors, you will discover that many of them began writing, by writing poetry. Ernest Hemingway wrote poetry and his tip for all writers in essence was, to begin by writing one honest sentence.

“To Do or to make” – Together

One of the great things about poetry is similar to Twitter’s 140 character tweet limit. It forces one to focus and capture great things and put them into smaller packages than books. Because of its razor-sharp focus and its shortness, a single poem of just a few lines, can take one on a similar journey that hundreds of pages take, to unfold. Because of this very thing, some people do not like poetry. Rather than provide you with every detail and merely tell you what to think, it makes one think by engaging the imagination. Instead of explaining how to feel, it leads you to see, hear, touch, smell and taste for yourself. I contend that those who do not write, read, recite, share or in essence, like poetry, it is because, they do not understand it. If you do not understand something, it cannot be articulated and its many or its any benefits, to yourself and others would not and could not, exist. Or if they do, you would never know until you get yourself into it!

I believe everyone can and everyone should write, read, recite and share poetry. There is a poet in you! Do not tell me you cannot! I was told by a dear friend that she always wanted to write poetry. Very quickly and very simply, I helped her to see she already could and she did write poetry, beautiful poetry. I was told, I could not teach fourth graders to write poetry!!! Not only did I teach one group of fourth graders, I taught several classes. Most of them were girls, but there were a few boys and one, will soon become a lawyer. Yes, these fourth graders wrote their own poems and produced their own books and bound them. If you did not know they were in fourth grade, you would believe most of the poems, were written by adults. The only credit I will accept on my part is, my ability to draw out what I see in others, whether anyone else sees it or even if not themselves.

To Kitty Cat or Not to Kitty Cat

If I had to describe myself in only a few words, it would just be, two words. I am, in my own mind or as my own reference, a draw-er and a poet of anything and all, I try to do in this life. I am not formally trained, but I have written thousands of poems over my years, completed many collections with many more still in progress, My poetry may be found in several anthologies, appear in numerous places online and have been enjoyed and personally acknowledged, by two U.S. presidents and one state governor. I know, whoop-d-doo right? I’m just saying, I have proof. And I write this to you, as you cannot imagine, where what you do or what you make, will be found by others.

Not as Shakespeare wrote, “Much ado about nothing,” but perhaps, I’ve written much ado about nothing, over the years. But I am most proud to call myself, at least a poet wannabe, if nothing else. Poetry forces me to be simple like a child, so that even a child, could understand. It keeps me brief and clear as all we have is this moment, not the last nor the one yet to come. So this brings us to, what exactly is this thing called, poetry? Why should you care and what’s in it for you or whats’ it got for you?

Although specific forms may be taught and I have used many of them (including Shakespearean sonnets), what poetry is, has been argued over, for perhaps as long as it has been expressed. But the words “poetry”, “poet” and “poem(s)”, come from one ancient Greek word, [poiéma]. Sometimes you may find it spelled poema. It’s original meaning was simply, “to do or to make.” In language, it is understood by a figure of speech as it is defined by a figure of speech, “beauty of speech.”


By Dahni

Of all critics and of all definitions to reach
the heights & depths to declare the whole or merely the gist
or to make an endless list

Poiéma is, but beauty of speech.

To uplift – to brighten – to unfold – to enrich – to edify
in words which are images and symbols to ear and eye.

To capture, but a glimpse of vast it is, this ocean of life
and springs the sweet fountain from waters of strife.

To reach – to teach – to share – to care – to express – to caress
To lead – to bleed with blood & sweat & tears of joy & pain
To open the secrets – to make clear – to address
To soothe – to calm – to cleanse as by gentle rain.

Of style and form; of standards, meters & all else to teach –

Poiéma is still, but –

Beauty of Speech!

© October 1996
from the collection: ‘The Tear & The Tender’ by the same author

The following I received from a friend. It has been edited and I made some changes.


In order to encourage your participation, I challenge you to use this month as an excuse to write one new poem every day, (It’s not that difficult ). Turn off your internal editor. Do not set your standards so high or that you must push for the Pulitzer and sigh and then do nothing. Just write something each day. Start with that one honest line you know. To help you meet this challenge, I offer the following list of 30 writing prompts and exercises, for each day in April. At the end of the month, you will have written enough to be called a collection or a poetry chap book! Look at you! 🙂

1. Write, Read, Recite or Share a Limerick – sure, go all out Tom or Thomasina foolery, for April Fools Day, if you like.
2. Write, Read, Recite or Share a three–line poem where all three lines have an end rhyme.
3. Write, Read, Recite or Share an acrostic poem.
4. Write, Read, Recite or Share a 5 to 10 line poem starting with one word , then making each following line one word more.
5. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that asks for help.
6. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that is opposite to a common saying (e.g. People who live in glass houses should throw stones. Run before you crawl. Two birds in a bush are worth more than one in your hand and etc.).
7. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem about water.
8. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem from a list you make called, “Things I Do with My Sister or Brother or Friend that I’d never do with my boss!”
9. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem with your name hidden inside it.
10. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that is a letter to someone you love and there’s a pink moon tonight on April 10th. Go all out pedantic, romantic or gigantic! 🙂
11. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem backwards, starting with the last line.
12. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that’s in couplets.
13. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that embarrasses you, makes you human.
14. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem using words from another language as well as English.
15. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that includes the words: rainbow, caterpillar, explode, dream and risk.
16. Write, Read, Recite or Share an acrostic poem with letters down the left-hand side of the paper then write a common saying on each line (e.g. All’s well that ends well..) today is Easter Sunday. Make it sunny or Easter Bunny Funny.
17.Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem about something you fear or dread.
18. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that includes the word, cataclysmic. Yes, this is tax day. 🙂
19. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem about finding the perfect winter coat or spring hat.
20. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that is a pantoum. Yay, dictionary time!
21. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that is a Recipe
22. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem using similes such as: rough as a, stumbling like a, hungry as a , and laughing like …
23. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that uses all five senses.
24. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem in a new syllabic or metric form, lines of the same length containing the same numbers of syllables. A haiku is an example. A three-line poem rhymed or not, typically about nature and it uses 5 • 7 • 5 syllables respectively.
25. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that uses a recent newspaper headline, as a fairy tale
26. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem using 10 words taken from another old poem.
27. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem with a refrain or line that repeats at least 3 times
28. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem about a cat or a dog
29. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem without any punctuation.
30. Write, Read, Recite or Share a poem that begins with “This is the last poem of this month…

Now I hope you will try this for thirty days. If words are not clear, look them up. Learning is an exciting adventure. I am but a comment away if you need help. Try to write, read, recite or share something every day in April. Better yet, why not all of these?

“Having confidence in thy [ability] I wrote unto thee, knowing that thou wilt also do more than I say.”

Philemon 1:21
King James Version (KJV)

original: “obedience” intentionally edited with the word, “ability”


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The Poet Laure (Lauri) Ate 🙂

Poem Me

By Sir Goofs A Lot

Thou doth not need to quakesfear’
Expected to poem like Shakespeare
Now a poem doth not need to always rhyme
Nay! No! Not all the time,
Nor must it always be prime
Or even worth a dime
If thou willst try it
Thou shant deny it
For when the deed gets done
It is joy that thou hast won
For thou art a tall poet, I just knoweth it
For thy feet doth surely showeth it
High up as yonder Apollo
Tall as she or he Longfellow
Poem me this
For therein lies the bliss
For “to do or to make”
Is much like to bake a cake
Achievement thy crowning
Delicious in the Browning
So get thee to the all aglow
Ms or Mr Thoreau
Time and some effort thy only cost
Poem some spring, summer, fall or Frost


Just I-Magine,




P.S. If interested in some of my poetry, please click the following image link.

Posted by: Dahni | March 19, 2017

A Beautiful Heart (the poetry)

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By Dahni
© 2017, all rights reserved

Left breadcrumbs, like Hansel and Gretel
Not to find my way back,
But to share my bread, for anyone that may follow
And not the purposed follow, as follows me, but following after I’ve left them
And found along yours or their chosen path

I cannot prevent the blackbirds of unintended consequence from thievery or the molding of time in their decay

I’ve shared scribbles and bits from otherwise blank folios— unintended numbering or to be bound, for recall

Others just given away for the moment to then be forgot, to perish or to its nether depth, beyond desire or recall
such the like wrought with the ink of wind on parchment of cloud
such as—

I dream the man I want
to see
I write the man I want
to be
Somewhere in the living it’s—

just me

Most, I’ve no drawers of memory to draw from
And there were heaps of journals kept, piled high and purposely left at landfills or fired with the flames of, as if they never were; should never have been
Perhaps those were food, for soil or food, for worms, for I would not bequeath them, even to the soul of an enemy
And there are those crumbs bound or loose, filled with the savage of time and covered with dust

I journeyed on as any other
To find my voice
To find my place
And earn a living at what I love
But when the years pass in plenty and the stores in empty
One has to wonder where the skill
Other than the deft at making much and keeping or just found myself, a volumious quantity, virtually unknown
And there I live now, in virtual cloud
The breadcrumbs that I make
The breadcrumbs that I ate
The breadcrumbs that I eat
The breadcrumbs that I share of my bread of life

Some like casting thought to the wind that it may carry them on
Or pebbles of dreams upon the water that they may spread, circling on and on
Or apple seeds like Johnny that hope might grow
I am neither carving legacy or a memorial into stone that others might remember or others might discover me, long after my breadcrumbs are no more and I am become dust and ash —unrecognizable
No, I leave breadcrumbs to the traveler in pursuit of the destiny they journey on, to make for themselves, to do or to make that is, whatever they do, which defines the word poetry
And the doer; the maker, but a poet of:
Light Writing (phos-graphos photography)

These I loved and did and do
My mettle with the twin balances of wealth and success have been measured, and weighed and found wanton
My mettle and inferior metal not, as brilliant as gold or pure as silver, witness this then— my ignorant and unlearned state, but not from lack of the opportune
For more than others and less than others, I was gifted of much to have made a difference
I have prejudged, judged and have been judged in willful and ignorant and innocent error
For there are only two kinds of errors:
to err in judgment
to err in heart

Errors in judgment may be forgiven and recovered from, after the consequences paid and time spent, released and freed to follow again or fatal
but the others from the heart, difficult or impossible, rarely or never to ever, recover from and mostly always fatal

Long ago my innocence left me at the exposure to the world outside,
But I kept, have kept and keep still my cocoon
I will not grow up
I will keep my heart
My mind and body will keep growing out, but I will not rust out
And at my end, worn-out sleepless,
But I will keep my heart, my simplicity and play
I will love, I will dream, I will trust, I will hope, I will laugh

I am an ambivert—

Not a badge I wear with pride, but it is my skin
Nearly equal as any introvert that would pursue the arts,
For it is an inward drive, its focus, makes one alone
Finding in the mountain cold, the solace of solitude

Nearly equal as any extrovert that would pursue acceptance
For its outward drive, its focus makes one seek the company of others
Found on the warm seashore, renewed out of torpor, by together

Each these their own advantage and each their own consequence,
But I am sufficient to perform to the masses— animated and excited
And sufficient to be alone— shy and reserved

Yet, talk and talk and talk— seldom remembering how often the same is said
Repeating to share as if, any would desire my same joys renewed
But an ambivert finds balance, in permission and encouragement from children and animals to play

Word and word and word and on, in love with words— breadcrumbs
to try and express what is inexplicable and inarticulate
Words that are just images of art, music, light writing (photography), poetry and writing

I am an enigma—
Not a badge I wear with pride, but it is my core
Ignorant and unlearned
I do not know how to write pure poetry
I am not trained to write
I am not an instructed photographer
I am no credentialed artist
I can neither write nor play music,
But all these things have I done and do
And I marvel that they have come out from me

How could such be—
Out from such a vile creature
So imperfect, so fragile
So lacking in intelligence, knowledge, wisdom, understanding, skill, talent—
How could these things be?

What things?
Things that I have done and do like a mirror,
Reflect back to be such as if they were, from the lips of God—
Pieces of life and crumbs of bread,
Of Laughter and Joy, Inspiring, Encouraging, Comforting, Revealing, Loving and Healing

Forsaking all hope or desire, for mere limited and finite fame and fortune, for love’s sake
Would you not share the same with those you love?
But that still, is not why, I left and leave, breadcrumbs!

Perhaps one day, you or others will find and feed on my breadcrumbs,
left along the way of my life
And you or they will be fed and led and then lead others to your breadcrumbs
And of mine you will clearly see, this enigma of a corrupt life,
could not have left these breadcrumbs
cannot leave these breadcrumbs,
But like manna from heaven, bread of life
came from the breath of God that moved in me
and therein lies…

A beautiful heart

Mine breadcrumbs not testament that I—
Not was or was not the man I knew to be
Not was or was not a man after God’s own heart,
But a beautiful heart He sometimes, was able to live in and make manifest
To an eye that would see
An ear that would hear
A heart that would live

A Beautiful Heart

Not meant as a time capsule in a cornerstone of some building
Not a keystone for which some building was built
Nor if find-a-grave then still exists, there to find me, but
I’ve a breadcrumb, a stone that is to be left near a stream
a walkway, a path, a bridge and a bench
My ashes beneath
My date of birth and of my passing
With these my final words:

“This is a breadcrumb
May you take and eat
On your way to becoming
A Beautiful Heart”






December 13th, 1953 — ?

Note: ‘A Beautiful Heart (the story)’, to be posted in the future, somewhere in the cloud

Here you’ve read this in the light, there you can read that in the dark

Posted by: Dahni | March 6, 2017

Life –“Man, What a Trip”

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© 2017, all rights reserved

Years ago, a relative bequeathed some money for us, in their estate. Following my older and wiser brother’s lead, he and I decided to do the responsible thing and seek out sound financial, investment advice. We were so proud! 🙂

We went to see a friend of the family, Troy Newman. He was at the time, a vice president of a local bank, in the city where we lived. My Brother and I walked in and were escorted to Troy’s Desk. We sat down, in a chair, on either side of his desk. It was a beautiful desk. It was a Banker’s desk.

Banker’s Desk

Banker’s Desk

It was a gorgeous wood desk with a green leather inlaid top with a typical green dome, banker’s lamp to the side. It had a leather executive chair with castor wheels.

Behind this desk sat Troy, Mr. Newman, in a three-piece suit and wing-tip, leather shoes. Shortly, you will understand, how we knew he had on, wing-tip shoes. 🙂

Does this description describe a typical bank, a typical banker’s desk, and banker’s light, and a banker, dressed for success because, he was successful? OMG YES!

My brother and I were pretty excited, as we articulated our purpose in seeing him that day. We posed our questions. We were there to seek his advice on how best, to invest our money. Well, Troy took off his glasses and laid them on top of his desk. He pushed himself back in his chair and put his feet on top of his desk, wing-tip shoes and all. 🙂 He cupped his hands behind his head and seemed to stare silently at the ornate ceiling above. You could have heard a pin drop. He was thinking, focused and deeply considering how to answer. It seemed an eternity before he spoke, as my brother and I waited excitedly with anticipation and bated breath, for some sound, some awesome; some incredible financial advice from God in heaven, through His conduit, Vice President, Troy Newman!

Troy spoke:

“First, I would purchase a two-way airline ticket with no time limit on the return trip. It wouldn’t be first class, but coach, to save money. I’d choose some city in Europe, maybe London, England or Paris, France to start. I would find the most inexpensive place to stay, clean, but cheap. I would try to cook a lot of my own food or eat local, never at expensive restaurants. I would rent a bicycle for transportation. If I could, I would try to do some chores to earn some extra money. I would sleep cheap, eat cheap and ride that bicycle all over Europe, from hamlet to village and town to city, for as long as I could. When the money ran out, I would come home and say—

$$$ “Man, what a trip!!!!” $$$

Troy Newman— (the gist of what he told us anyway)

whatatripMy brother and I turned and looked at each other, wholly surprised at what we just heard. I do not recall anything else that was said, saying goodbye or even walking out of the bank. My brother and I could not decide on whether Troy did not figure we had enough to invest and worth his time or he really meant what he told us?

It’s been a lot of years since this conversation with Troy. I can’t even remember what I did do with my money, but neither my brother nor I ever took that trip to Europe, together or separately. But personally, I now believe that what Troy said to us that day, was exactly what he meant! It was the best financial advice I have ever received! I should have heeded it!! Now, I believe, if we live life, like this, we will actually live longer. A character from the Star Trek series was Vulcan born, Mr. Spock. He always said, “Live long and prosper!” I think what meant by that is— ‘Life, “Man, what a Trip!”

Life is precious. Life is short. None of us know how long we have on this earth or how many years, months, weeks, days, hours or even seconds we have remaining. Make it count. Make it matter. We can’t bank our time here. All we can do is spend it— as best as we can, for as long as we can!

Recently, I found a digital copy of an original pen and ink work with beautiful calligraphy. It reminded me of Troy. Feel free to change the words to the dainty and the drink of your preference.

Wendy Gould

Wendy Gould

What a Way to Go!

$$$ “Man, what a trip!!!!” $$$

Just Imagine,


Posted by: Dahni | February 3, 2017

Getting Along

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Getting Along

By Dahni
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Oh no, not another can’t we all just get along spiel? Yep! I know, we’re all supposed to be divided and mostly over what is politically correct or politically incorrect. I’ve come to the conclusion that we will ALL never get along, but in the spirit of an idealist or to try anyway, maybe this might help more of us get along? I am referring to the great teachings and examples from my childhood known as: ‘the Little Rascals’, ‘Our Gang’, or ‘Hal Roach’s Rascals’.

The Little Rascals L to R - Porky, Scotty, Darla, Marmalade, Spanky, Buckwheat, Alflfa & Pete

The Little Rascals
L to R – Porky, Scotty, Darla, Marmalade, Spanky, Buckwheat, Alfalfa & Pete

Our Gang L to R – Pete, Peggy, Spanky, Mango, Porky, Alfalfa, & Buckwheat

Our Gang
L to R – Pete, Peggy, Spanky, Mango, Porky, Alfalfa, & Buckwheat

No, I am neither dead as many of these are nor as old, but I sure did watch these shows in my youth. These were a series of U.S. American, comedy short films from 1922-1944. See there, I told you it was long before I was born.  🙂

There were 52 films in all and I believe they are still available. They were all filmed in black and white which enhances the imagination, far greater than color ever could. Besides, color was not available until the transition to color from 1953 to 1974. But like children, these films are timeless and apropos for most anyone and at any time day or night, year after year. They teach much about getting along as children still do, IF we watch them and limit our interference with them.

Our Gang or The Rascals was about a group of poor neighborhood children and their adventures. Poor? Well, close to the times of the Great Depression and forward through it and when the series ended in 1944, most everyone was poor. But this did not stop Our Gang, the Little Rascals from fun, frolicking, adventures and imagination. In a word, play, play is, the work of children. It is how we learn much about life. Things like acceptance, friendship, right and wrong and even how to handle our obvious differences.

Our Gang, the Little Rascals is noted for showing children behaving in their normal way rather than by imitating adult acting styles. Long before the Civil Rights Act and Women’s Equality Movement, this series broke new ground with white and black boys and girls interacting as equals. This really wasn’t “breaking ground” because, for the most part, this is the way children see each other and still do, unless adults interfere.

Oh sure, these kids and all kids did and do recognize differences, but it sure didn’t, doesn’t or shouldn’t prevent one from becoming one of the gang. Race and prejudice is something adults foster, generally NOT children. One regular character Spanky, did not like to wash his face and told the black character Buckwheat, “You’re lucky.” To Spanky, Buckwheat never had to wash his face because, dirt just wouldn’t show.

Kids are all different. They are all unique. They all have different personalities, interests and skill sets. And they all develop differently and at different times. Many in the series had nicknames and were descriptive. They were not derogatory, just descriptive or ways to tell each other apart, especially when speaking or writing to each other. There were names like: Spanky, Alfalfa, Porky, Chubby, Butch, Stymie, Buckwheat, Marmalade, Darla, Mango, Specks, Wheezer, Froggy, Porkchop, other regulars and extras and Pete the Dog or Pete the Pup. Sometimes he was called, Petey.

Petey (Was he the inspiration for the Target logo?) :)

Petey (Was he the inspiration for the Target logo?) 🙂




















Our Gang built stuff like a their own race car or soapbox out of whatever they could find, beg, borrow or steal. Yes, sometimes they and other kids of today will lie, cheat, steal and even are mean to each other, but this is how they learn and learn they did and will. When they want to be part of a group, a family, a Gang, they will automatically change their behavior on purpose and intentionally. They soon realize if you hurt others, you hurt yourself especially, if it costs you your membership in the Little Rascals.

Leaders, workers, builders, thinkers, romantics, uncanny abilities and even strange voices would cement your part in the Gang as a unique and contributing member, which made the Gang whole. There was a place for everyone!

The word ‘Gang’ was just a word that appeared tough or strong, but really was just like a family. As to rascals, well, as most kids, their adventures were often rascally. 🙂 And yes, they had a club too, ‘The He Man Woman Hater’s Club.’


Just so not to be sexist, let’s just say they also had, ‘The She Woman Men Hater’s Club’ as well.


This is not entirely untrue. There was an episode where the character Alfalfa was conflicted because, he wanted to be a member of the club, but his heart had fallen for Darla, a girl, a woman.

‘The He-Man Woman-Haters Club was a neighborhood boys club founded by Spanky and compromising nearly all the boys from the series in the club. Spanky was often found as the ‘person in charge’ in Our Gang and the Little Rascals. He was not necessarily the smartest, but he definitely was a leader. Spanky founded the exclusive club as a defense against girls and Valentine’s Day, but Alfalfa’s heart was just not in it. His love for Darla keeps him from taking it seriously, but Spanky soon forces him to realize the bonds of brotherhood. Spanky later restores the club as an act of revenge after none of the boys get invited to the MacGillicuddy Girls’ party, and institutes Alfalfa as president. However, when Alfalfa learns the club rules to never fraternize with the girls again, he is forced to rush back and get back a love note he sent to Darla, later trapping the club members there, but he gets busted when the love note is discovered.

As we all develop differently and at different times, Alfalfa became interested in Darla. He was conflicted because, he like her and was not supposed to. He was supposed to hate girls and women, yeeeeck! 🙂

This is not unlike today. How often have I or have you heard boys not liking girls and girls not liking boys? Not all boys and girls are like that! I even hear adults cringe at the thought of their parents kissing and responding with things like “get a room” or simply, “ewwwww, yuck.” 🙂

I was probably like Alfalfa. Yes, I sometime got or still get that piece of unruly hair sticking up, but I am talking about girls. I liked girls probably better than boys when I was growing up. But unlike Alfalfa, who thought he could sing, I believe I could. 🙂 Like alfalfa, my freckles disappeared too, as I grew older. Oh, and I did not wear a bow tie and suspenders. See, there’s room for everyone in Our Gang! 🙂





Buckwheat (as a girl)

Buckwheat (as a girl)

Buckwheat (as a boy)

Buckwheat (as a boy)

In the 1980’s version of the Little Rascals, Spanky “re-founds” the club and installs himself as President.

He Man’s Woman Hater’s Club

He Man’s Woman Hater’s Club

For the initiation, Spanky has fellow members Alfalfa, Buckwheat and Porky stand on their left foot and raise their right hand, while agreeing to the club’s oath. Spanky asks his friends, “Do you promise never to trade your bubble gum card with a girl? Never lend your best fishing worms to a girl? And never let a girl carry your books home from school?”

After the boys refuse to let Darla into the Rascals’ tree-house, Darla briefly considered starting her own club, ‘The She-Woman Man-Haters Club.’ However, in an attempt to cheer Darla up for losing the town beauty pageant, the boys make Darla queen of their club. Darla’s response to her role was, “I guess anybody can be a beauty queen, but not everybody can be “Queen of the He-Man Woman-Haters Club!”


Or, it could have been, could be…


My favorite characters were Spanky and Buckwheat.

Spanky was most often the leader, but not necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. In fact, I think Buckwheat was the smartest kid on Our Gang or the Little Rascals. As a matter of another fact, the same boy played Buckwheat as both a girl and as a boy. That takes a lot of smarts and skill!

My favorite expression is probably attributed to Spanky, “Okey Dokey” or “Okie Dokey.” I have even seen the road in Arkansas!  🙂

Corner of Okie Doke Road & S. Arkansas – Russellville, AR

Corner of Okie Doke Road & S. Arkansas – Russellville, AR

Although Buckwheat never talked much, he always seemed to have a greater grasp of what was going on, than even Spanky, who usually came up with the ideas for Our Gang’s and the Little Rascals’ adventures. But Buckwheat had an incredible ability, to succinctly put everything into perspective with simple and clear language, like changing Okey Dokey, to just simply, “Otay.”

Otay, I’m nearly done. Getting Along is pretty easy If, we remember ourselves as children or just go and watch them. Differences don’t really matter that much to kids. Differences are just your unique place in the gang. Friendship and camaraderie begin with wanting to be a part of a gang, a family, a group or a club. It’s love that draws people and keeps people together. Lose these and it’s a long, cold, hard road to the opposite of love, Okey Dokey, Otay?! 🙂


Just Imagine,





Enjoy the following on YouTube: ‘Sprucin Up’ from 1937


Posted by: Dahni | January 8, 2017


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Labored mental or physical dyspnea
looking for a panacea
In the snow blown cold of your ill-content[1]
aefre[2] the season of the downing intent
all the day and night the running aches and sores
a heated bubble bath can open yer’ pores
quiet and candlelight glow
soothe the ears and eyes in light stream flow
but oh, inside the dark and more deeply hurt
what to cleanse my soul of dirt
gentle onto me
that which makes me free
instrumental music lofty and yet sweetly low
washes over me and rinses away, mine every woe


[1] This word ill-content, while not used often today, was in this past. I chose it to reflect, that I was indeed ill when I wrote this and it’s meaning is similar to: “Now is the winter of our discontent,” a line from William Shakespeare’s Richard III:. The Winter of Our Discontent is John Steinbeck’s last novel, published in 1961.

[2] aefre (pronounced) uf-free-ah) Old English – “ever, at any time, always


Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | October 29, 2016

Fountain of Youth

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By Dahni

© 2016, all rights reserved

What kind of strange picture is this? What does green liquid a mouse and what is that, broccoli, have to do with the Fountain of Youth? Fountain of Youth? Right, do you recall Ponce de Leon?

Juan Ponce de León (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈxwan ˈponθe ðe leˈon]; 1474 – July 1521) was a Spanish explorer and conquistador. He became the first Governor of Puerto Rico by appointment of the Spanish crown. He led the first known European expedition to La Florida, which he named during his first voyage to the area in 1513. Though in popular culture, he was supposedly searching for the Fountain of Youth, there is no contemporary evidence to support the story, which is likely a myth.

Perhaps you do not recall Ponce de Leon from school? OK, how about the fantasy movie series, ‘Pirates of the Caribbean?’ The fourth movie in the series is, ‘On Stranger Tides.’ In it was portrayed the infamous real albeit hyped pirate, Blackbeard and a whole bunch of folks that were looking for, ‘The Fountain of Youth.’ The curative powers and magical elixir was thought to give the drinker of the water, long life if not an un-ending or an immortal life.

A recent article suggests that just maybe, The Fountain of Youth has been located. And it just might be lurking around in the dark of most our refrigerators? To quote a lovable minion from the ‘Despicable Me’ movies, Whaaaaat? It could be broccoli? Broccoli? You know that green vegetable that former president George H.W. Bush publicly declared that he did not like. Broccoli.

Here’s a question for you. Have you ever seen broccoli growing in the wild? NO? Well there’s a reason for that.

You’re walking through the forest when you come across some wild broccoli on the forest floor, except wait, wild broccoli doesn’t exist! Broccoli is a human invention. It came from the mustard plant and was bred out of the wild kale plant by carefully selecting for the traits we wanted and discarding those we didn’t. broccoli_origin

So, they fed some mice some brocolli green. Some green water. And this some think might be, the Fountain of Youth? A myth and made up vegetable? Broccoli?

Posted by: Dahni | August 31, 2016


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NoTrolls2Why do you engage others on the internet by your posts and comments?

I would imagine you want to post something you love, like, enjoy, believe is important and would like to share with others because, you care. I would also think, you want comments for the same reasons.

Sure, there can be other reasons, but I will leave those to you. There are others that seek to argue and put-down almost anything posted. They are called in Internet slang as, trolls.

A troll is, a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting arguments or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a Twitter, Facebook, some newsgroup, forum, Chat room or blog (weblog). It is a deliberate act or having practiced this so long it has become almost an unconscious act with intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion, often for their own amusement The solutions are several.

  1. Ignore them (they can’t stand it)
  2. Refer to them as an it or in third person
  3. Ask them in a private message to stop
  4. Ask them on the public or private group page to stop
  5. Report them to a moderator or the proper abuse forum of the page
  6. Un-friend the person
  7. Block the person


Or you can copy the following picture and use it and copy the above definition of a troll. Then just post these to the page. Encourage others to do the same.


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A troll is, a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting arguments or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a Twitter, Facebook, some newsgroup, forum, Chat room or blog (weblog). It is a deliberate act or having practiced this so long it has become almost an unconscious act with intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion, often for their own amusement.

Posted by: Dahni | August 21, 2016

Something to Thimk About

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By Dahni

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The Black House, because, the White House is racist and it was built by slaves?

Something to Thimk Think About?

This could be like The Tale of Two Shittys Cities or many, but let’s go with just one.

Let’s just use one city, Chicago. It’s the current president’s home town. It has been under democrat control since 1931, continuously. That’s 85 years. It has the highest murder rate of any large city in the USA. And hey, by the way, NY city and Los Angeles have way bigger populations!

Chicago, besides retail and wholesale murder, has lots of poverty, many other crimes and broken down houses and businesses in the inner-city. Now why do you suppose that virtually none of this ever appears in the media? What could they possibly NOT want the rest of us in the USA to see or know about? On the other side, why is it, whenever some horrible crime occurs someplace else, almost immediately, politicians and the media start talking about gun control?

How does a city like Chicago, receive assistance from the state of Illinois or the federal government? Is it because they are so prosperous (doing so well) or is it because they’re in so dire need of financial assistance? So, millions and millions of dollars pour in to Chicago every year and have, for many years! But where does that money go? Remember, Chicago has a lot of crime, the highest murder rate of any major city, a lot of poverty and the media never talks about it. Someone(s) has been getting most of this money, for many, many years, but NOT most of the people and NOT, for the purposes in which it is intended!

What if to keep getting all this money, Chicago has to stay full of crime and poverty? Uhh, I think they do or wouldn’t they stop getting the money? What if most of these crimes are committed with illegal guns? Do you honestly think that a criminal gives a rats ass about gun control? Do you think they’re going to buy them legally, register them or use them in any lawful manner, whatsoever?

What if most of the people who are in favor of gun control, have never owned a gun, know how to use one, and have basically no idea how they work, or what the differences are between the various types of guns or ammunition? What if they do not even know the difference between an assault rifle, semi automatic rifle, handguns or the different calibers of bullets other than, what they are lied to about or are just, clueless about?

What if these same clueless people who want what they perceive as, common sense gun control are victorious? What do you suppose that would mean to the illegal guns being used in Chicago?

What if gun control would actually lesson protection, safety and security and actually, encourage the criminals to continue in Chicago and maybe even more so, depending on how many laws are enacted against those that use them correctly and lawfully??

What if this environment in Chicago, which depends upon state and federal assistance, which depends on murder, crime, and poverty to receive it is, actually allowing the criminal element to make it so?

So, is this all good for those certain few that receive most of the money and the criminal element that keeps greasing the wheel?

Now, just apply this one city’s stats to any city or area in America, where there’s crime and poverty and follow the money, all the way to the party and the persons in control?

Slavery is alive and thriving in the USA! What? Yes, slavery, only it’s under different names. America is the plantation and the democrat party is the current master in Chicago and other cities where crime and poverty are merciless! The current federal slave master, occupies 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, DC! And the republican party sits and wants to watch it burn or they find ways to get their cut of crisis capital too!  “Crisis Capital?” Oh, YES! Certain few are making a fortune off of all our misery and all our woes and they are laughing at us, all the way to the bank! In fact, they believe we are so stupid, we will keep voting, for them, to keep ripping us off! Do we keep voting for them? Will we keep doing this to ourselves?

Oh please, I implore you to research history as to whom has been doing this to US, WE the People of The United States of America! And I do mean, to ALL of US!!! Some of US are hurt more than others, but are not WE supposed to be, WE the People? Is not the word “United” in our name? Then if these are so, if one of US hurts, ALL of US hurt!

And on the presidential front, only 1 of only two parties on the ballot in November, stand a chance of winning! Only one of these “lesser of evils,” will occupy the White (black) or Black (white) House next January, 2017. Both spend millions of dollars. One spends from the very ones that profit the most, from keeping our cities and our people oppressed. One uses primarily, their own money.

Now I concede that either party and either candidate, has the potential to keep this house White (black) or Black (white), as it is now, but which is least likely to screw up you and I, even more than WE already are? Which party and person has the history of being the “lesser of evils?” I get it. We want what we are familiar with, what we are used to or have grown comfortable with and we really don’t like to change. But like it or not, every four years, we have a change. We are supposed to be able to actually vote for change, but do WE? Will WE?

Is there anyone in inner-city Chicago that really believes it’s getting better, after 85 years and millions and millions of dollars supposedly spent, on education, housing, job training, economic development and all the rest? Or is it actually, getting worse? Can you even name a single government program that has ever worked or has ever ended? Well, they do work and they do continue, but NOT for the masses, but just a certain few! Does this remind you of a plantation? It does to me!

If I were a criminal, I would certainly take the time away from my criminal enterprise, to vote for the party and the person most likely (the greater-evil) that would allow my terrorist organization to continue and to thrive! Well now, what kind of environment would be ideal for my criminal enterprise? A city where there is rampant poverty, high drop-out rates from high school, where there are no jobs, no hope and no future is, where I’d build my Oppressive Headquarters. Besides, I would have a ready supply of recruits looking for even dishonest work, because there is hardly anything else! And how cool is this, I wouldn’t have to bribe officials like the old-time crime syndicates because, they already are! My only stress and opposition would NOT be from the government or the people, but the rival gangs all competing for the same turf!

What a brilliant program OUR government has devised in oppressing its masters (WE the People), making US slaves to their will, dependent upon other people s money (other taxpayers and foreign governments loaning money because, WE can’t pay our bills) for a mere subsistence, and getting US to keep voting for them to rip US off! And for enforcement and keeping US all in line, they allow criminals to keep stealing, killing and destroying US, so the money (their money and  those they owe) keep flowing like water and like there is no end and no tomorrow!

I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty stupid, pretty dirty, pretty damn enslaved and pretty damn BLACK and NOT because of my skin color!

The Black House because we're stupid or insane if we keep voting the same way, expecting a different result!

The Black House because we’re stupid or insane if we keep voting the same way, expecting a different result!

And one asks, “What do you have to lose,” by taking a chance on another way? What would WE have to lose? Nothing if it stays the same, no matter who wins. What if WE vote for the same-O and it gets worse? But what if WE vote for a change in party dominance and person, for Our House and it gets better?

I’m still doing research for my state and my locale, but my criteria in voting in november is:

  1. Have they ever run for the office they are seeking before?
  2. Is their party presently holding the office in which they are seeking?
  3. Is the government for it (ballot measures)?
  4. Is the media and big business and foreign money supporting this party and person?

So, I am voting for anyone and anything that has never run before, for the office they are seeking. I’m voting for the other party not presently in control. I’m voting against any ballot measure, the government supports. I’m voting against the government and for anyone and anything that supports the continuation of this damn-master slave arrangement! What are you gonna’ do or do you just NOT want to THIMK THINK about it?


Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | July 27, 2016

The House that Freedom Built

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Dear Michele,

You Do NOT live in a house that was built entirely by slaves! Some were free and some were slaves of subcontractors. But not all were slaves. You basically only live in a house on the location of a house that was built by some slaves, but not all! So what, the entire country could be said, was built by many slaves, at least much of the original thirteen colonies which became the first 13 of the now fifty states. Slavery was outlawed in the USA, way over a hundred years ago! Yes, some slaves were used in the original construction. Yes, this was part of Our history. Slavery was always wrong. It is no longer an issue here. Most of US understand this. Why do you have to keep bringing it up?


Artist’s picture of the original White House

But technically, the government of the United States did not hire slaves, sub-contractors did.

The original house was burnt by the British in 1814 and was stopped just short of totally burning to the ground, by the winds of a tornado that ripped through the nation’s capitol. The white house was then re-constructed.


The White House burning by the British in 1814

In 1949, The White House was deemed “unlivable.” Then president Truman, lived elsewhere while reconstruction began until, it was completed in 1952. To accomplish this, the entire interior of The White House was ‘gutted’ and built brand new at a cost of around $6,000,000.00. By the way, it would probably cost around 10X that today or about $60,000,000.00.

Concrete and steel replaced the wooden beams. Very little of the original contents could be used and most were hauled off to the dump. Fearing that people scavenging through the landfills would sell this stuff, for ridiculously high prices, the government sold kits of this material, to anyone in the public. Starting at around 25 cents, this stuff was sold until the program ended, only making around $10,000.00.

The White House totally gutted and re-built 1949-1952

The White House totally gutted and re-built 1949-1952

After Truman returned to The White House, many complained that there was not enough period-accurate interior furnishings, drapery and other accouterments. He asked congress for more money to make it period-accurate and the request was denied.

Most every single president before 1949 and after, have made personal additions such as new paint and carpeting etc. but it was Jacqueline Kennedy, wife of president John F. Kennedy that oversaw the remodeling of the interior, and the outside grounds, making it more historically accurate and beautiful for families that live here and those visiting. Either similar materials by the original designers were purchased and installed or exact-reproductions were used, for this project.


Two decades later in 1981, First Lady Nancy Reagan, took on another million dollar remodel, mostly with private donations. The White House was restored to much of its former glory, to become even more historically accurate and with many needed repairs being accomplished.

First Lady Nancy Reagan oversaw another remodel of the White House around 1981

First Lady Nancy Reagan oversaw another remodel of the White House around 1981

It has been reported that many things from The White House have been stolen or have just disappeared, which happens to coincide with the changing of the administrations over the years. Now I don’t want to mention any names, but I have read a former occupant, currently running for president, was required to return much of what was found to be missing, after leaving the residence. I am sure, was not intentional  🙂

Michele, even you made changes to The White House including, a dining room table for over $590,000.00 plus other expenditures, paid for by the taxpayers. So, Michele, the house, The White House that you and your husband and your two girls live in, virtually nothing original that was originally built by some slaves (not all were slaves), exists!

The outside walls needed to be re-supported from both the interior and the exterior, so there is virtually nothing left that was original within the house where you and your family live. Only your reminding the nation that elected your husband (twice) of not its history or its unity of purpose, but its divisiveness persists! You and your entire family are provided for richly and are given greater protection, paid for by the taxpayers of the United States of America, than perhaps any other person or persons in the entire world. It is reported that your lavish vacations and other benefits have been paid for, by the good people of the United States, at a cost of many millions of dollars, these past 7+ years. You live in a mansion, that is air-conditioned, has over a hundred rooms and more than 30+ bathrooms, none of which were built by or provided for, by slaves. The original white house did not have inside plumbing or bathrooms. You have at least one swimming pool, a tennis court, a bowling ally, a private theater and every advance and advancement currently available, for your personal enjoyment and protection.

I could say that I am sorry that your stay there these past 7+ years have been so depressive and so oppressive to you, but I won’t and I don’t, feel sorry for you! What would you have preferred that in 1949, it was just completely torn down, hauled off and an entirely new house built? That was an option, but The White House Preservation Committee, decided to preserve as much of the original as possible, partial-slave labor included.

Soon, you will be moving and then I suppose, if you so choose, you can spend the rest of your life (also paid for by the taxpayers), regretting and recounting how horrible an experience it was for you, to have had to endure, living there. I still won’t feel sorry for you! But right now, you live within the well manicured acres of gardens and landscaping and a beautiful fully-equipped mansion that could meet your every need and desire, at your beck and call, with servants attending to you. Most of WE the People, would love to be even a bird or a squirrel that lives where you do! You may live inside of a house that some of the outside facade may still exist that was built by some slaves (but not entirely). And even some stuff on the inside might have built by some slaves, but not all were slaves. But you do NOT live in a house built by slaves! You live in the house built by Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, in the land of the FREE and the Home of the BRAVE!

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men” [women and children] “are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

Excerpt from: The Declaration of Independence,
July 4th, 1776

If you wouldn’t keep separating US by distinctions, labels and our differences, maybe WE the People might get unified and move together, by what WE all have in common? It is after all, ‘The People’s House!’

So Michele, IF you really want to be historically accurate, you live in a house that Freedom built!


Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | June 15, 2016

The Benefits of Failure

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My Notes: I do not apologize for the length of this post! What follows may take about 20 minutes in length in viewing the accompanying video and however much time it may take to read the transcript of that video. But what follows is extraordinary! It is profound! It is a MUST-view and a MUST-read perhaps, AGAIN and AGAIN! It is one of the best speeches I have ever had the privilege of hearing, from a male or a female.

On June 5th, 2008, J.K. Rowling delivered the commencement address to the Harvard graduating class. Harvard University is a private research university in Cambridge, Massachusetts (US), established 1636, whose history, influence and wealth have made it one of the world’s most prestigious universities.

Joanne “Jo” Rowling was born July 31st, 1965. She uses the pen names of J. K. Rowling and Robert Galbraith. She is a British novelist, screenwriter and film producer best known as the author of the Harry Potter fantasy series. Born in Yate, Gloucestershire, England, Rowling was working as a researcher and bilingual secretary for Amnesty International when she conceived the idea for the Harry Potter series while on a delayed train from Manchester to London in 1990. The seven-year period that followed saw the death of her mother, birth of her first child, divorce from her first husband and relative poverty until she finished the first novel in the series, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, in 1997. There were six sequels, the last, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, in 2007. Since then, Rowling has written four books for adult readers, The Casual Vacancy (2012) and—under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith—the crime fiction novels The Cuckoo’s Calling (2013), The Silkworm (2014) and Career of Evil (2015).

Rowling has lived a true, “rags to riches” life story, in which she progressed from living on state benefits to multi-millionaire status within five years. Today, she has a net worth of around $1 billion. She is one of the wealthiest private citizens in the United Kingdom and the first author in the world, to achieve a net worth of $1 billion.

If you love J.K. Rowling, you will love the following. If you grew up with or read Harry Potter or saw the movies, you will love the following! If you are an educator or a student you will love what follows! If you were born anywhere in the world, you will love the following! If you are  male or female, of any age, race or belief, you will love what follows! If you are rich or poor, a failure or a success, you will love the following! If you are a citizen of the United States of America, a Democrat, Republican or of some other political persuasion, you will love the following!

I believe it was appropriate and fitting for the following to have occurred in our country, the United States of America and that in her address, J.K. Rowling, referring to the US as:

“…the world’s only remaining superpower.”

One from Great Britain recognized us as a the only remaining superpower because, we have the only Republic where our rights are constituted and where there liberty, imagination and innovation flourish which can change the entire world.

I think it was significant when so many are so critical of what many perceive today, that a liberal education is built upon and ruled by political correctness and a robber of individual free-thought.

It begins with the following video with the full transcript of this video, at the end of this post. May we all be viewing, reading and sharing and heeding!!!

The following is the transcript of the video above. Other than my changing the spelling of English words to American English for sense, some punctuation, some bracketed [] notes to explain some Harry Potter references; etc. and some repeated, highlighted and empathized text, the words belong to J.K. Rowling

© Copyright of JK Rowling, June 2008

“President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.”

“The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honor, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion [a Harry Potter reference, it was like a school fraternity/sorority proudly displaying their banners].”

“Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher, Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay [she is not referring to homosexuality, but the original meaning of the word gay (happy)] wizard.”

“You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.”

“Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.”

“I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.”

“These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.”

“Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.”

“I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.”

“So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.”

“I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.”

“I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticize my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticized only by fools.”

“What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.”

“At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.”

“I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated; you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice [an impulsive change of mind] of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.”

“Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.”

“However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high, have you already flown.”

“Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.”

“Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.”

“So why do I talk about the benefits of failure, simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

“And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

“You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.”

“Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.”

“The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.”

“So given a Time Turner [a Harry Potter reference of a device that can take you back in time], I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.”

“Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.”

“Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared.”

“One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International’s headquarters in London.”

“There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.”

“Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments. Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.”

“I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.”

“And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country’s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.”

“Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.”

“Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.”

“And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.”

“Amnesty mobilizes thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.”

“The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners.”

“Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.”

“Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.”

“Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathize.”

“And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.”

“I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.”

“Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.”

“What is more, those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.”

“What is more, those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.”

“One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch:

“What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.”


“That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.”

“That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.”

“But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.”

“The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.”

“If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world; we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.”

“…we have the power to imagine better.”

“I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters [another Harry Potter reference to beings that feed off of others (parasites)]. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.”

“So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:”

“As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.”

“As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.”


“I wish you all very good lives. Thank you very much.”



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Posted by: Dahni | March 1, 2016

As Eye See It

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Tuesday, March 1st, 2016

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By Dahni
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Dear reader, I write this NOT to convince anyone or persuade anyone of anything. I write it ONLY because, I care. I care about you! As Eye See it, the United States of America is at a crossroads of unknown challenges or consequences, IF we fail to get this one shot right! If WE the People fail to act, this may be our last opportunity? The time for uniting is far past. We are divided. We are upon a precipice. The past is rapidly disappearing behind US. The time for going back is no more. We must leap to something unknown. I dare you to continue below!

There are those that do not care; have never cared; will never care, but rather take pleasure in gutting this whole republic and seeing it burn down in flames! And those enemies are not only from without, they are among US, not a people supplanted or brought here, but our own. I dare you to continue below!

For many, with anger and fear, they find themselves upon unfamiliar ground to have to leap, to believe and trust in something they cannot see, hear, smell, taste or touch. But leap WE all must! I dare you to continue below!

But this is not yet, the time of despair, for as long as life beats within our chest and breath still fills our lungs, we are alive. As long as WE still have our Constitution, we have hope. HOPE, slim as it might be, but there is still hope. There is always hope, for some of us, if not all of us. I would like it to be, all of us! What is reflected in OUR eyes; in your eyes? What is in the apple of your eye and mine? What is the core or in the depth of your being and mine? I dare you to continue below!

Dear reader, I appeal to you to read this from start to finish. I dare you to share this with your every beloved and every friend you have un-friended or that has un-friended you; every enemy— to mail it, email it, post it, repost it, shout it and tweet it from sea to shining sea! I will submit this for your consideration and I will use whatever means I can, to communicate this, even to quote from little known and the most unlikely of sources. I dare you to continue below!

“The brutality of censorship.”
“The Consequences of free expression.”

“Beloved reader, I leave you now, a man who found freedom in the most unlikeliest places, in the bottom of an inkwell on the tip of a quill. Come I dare you, turn the page!”

All the above quotes are from, the Marquis de Sade. I dare you to search, the Marquis de Sade! Unlike the Marquis de Sade, the format in which you are reading this is not written with ink and quill and you may not be viewing it as a page in a book. Still, Dear Reader, still continue to the next line, I dare you!

Dear reader, have you not read; have you not heard, that truth, even on the lips of the devil is, still truth? Have you not read; have you not heard that truth can hurt? Do we not understand that even if we may be upon the right track, we can be run over, if we just stand there? Do we not understand that truth, the precious healing power of truth, can hurt if unheeded? Remember our quote of childhood, “sticks and stones can break our bones, but words can never hurt us?” Do we still teach this lie to our children? Have we ever recovered from broken bones? Can we EVER recover from the toxic words that can disintegrate our bones, break our hearts and cast us into the abyss of, as if we were, never known; have never lived, and will be remembered no more? Words can do that. “A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth.”—Will Rogers, 20th century writer/speaker/humorist. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Our times are nothing new, but where we go from here, will be, to us and future generations, determined by, what we now do. But our times remind me of something I’ve read, long ago that was written far, far longer ago— “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…” These are the opening words of chapter 1, ‘A Tale of Two Cities,’ by Charles Dickens in 1859. Dear reader, I dare you, to continue reading below.

This book was written about two cities, two main characters and two contrasts (possible outcomes or destinies) during the times of, the French Revolution. This is not unlike our times. Today, our choices reside in two dominant political parties, two ideas, two main characters and two possible outcomes. We are divided and this division between us is predominantly, fear and anger. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

The Democratic-Republican Party was the American political party in the 1790’s of, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison, formed in opposition to the centralizing policies of the Federalist party. It came to power in 1800, and dominated national and state affairs until the 1820’s, when it faded away. This party split and resurfaced as the separate parties we know today as, the Democrat and Republican parties. Each claim Jefferson as their founder, then later one was the party of Lincoln and the other of FDR or Franklin Delano Roosevelt. These two divided parties are still divided, but now more than ever, many of us have come to realize that they are the ones that divide us, to gain or maintain their political power and influence over us, for whom they treat US as their servants. They are angry and they are afraid and they pass this on to us, WE the People that they are, supposed to serve. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

In short, these two parties target us by promising more from the government and the other promises us less government or limited government. And both promise democracy, but the power they hold is not by the majority of the people that give it, but by the money, delegates and the electoral college (the few) that decide the elections. We are angry and we are afraid and even more, we have never known or have forgotten, who and what we are. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

At the close of the Constitutional Convention of 1787, he was asked a question by a woman (emphasis implied). It was NOT, “Well Doctor, what have we got, a [democracy] or a [oligarchy]?” It was a, “republic or a monarchy?” And his answer was not a democracy, but— “A republic if you can keep it.”— Benjamin Franklin. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

In most of our lifetimes, this has been what we’ve been taught and what we still believe that we are a democracy. But this is NOT what the signers of our Constitution thought, taught or signed. For simplicity sake, let us be clear. A democracy is the rule by the majority. A Republic is the rule by law, NOT to limit US, but the government! Use the word “power” if you do not like the word “rule” for both. Laws are replaced with regulations by Congress, presidential proclamations or executive orders, and overthrown, upheld and even changed by the Supreme Court. Into the hands of our government, WE have surrendered more and more of our liberty under the fear of threat to national security, national crisis, state of emergency or the promises made, un-kept. “Those who surrender freedom for security will not have, nor do they deserve, either one.”— Benjamin Franklin. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Amidst the troubles of our times, our practical and all but declared bankruptcy, our loss of jobs and the fears for our futures and that of our children, we turn towards the government to help us or we turn from it. We are angry and we are afraid. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

In the midst of this turmoil and in this presidential election year, it began quite simply with two presumed choices for president. One is named Clinton and the other is named Bush. But the people spoke and there has been an uproar and an uprising. Bush is out or has at least suspended his campaign, for perhaps the hope for something to happen or a brokered convention? But for now, he is out and Clinton is NOT the all-but-done deal. Over 60% of people asked, don’t trust her and yet, she has still been winning about 50% and more of the vote and a whole lot more of the delegates than she has earned. The math simply does not add up. Why, if she is not trusted, would so many vote for her? Is it experience? Is it fear of losing what they believe the last seven years has brought them? Is she their hope of continuing the legacy of the present administration? Is she just a vote against the anger and fear of the other party taking over? But there is fear and anger that what this administration means to many and what she stands for, does NOT do enough; go far enough! Enter another candidate that speaks to this anger and to this fear that even this administration has not done enough; gone far enough. Enter a democratic socialist. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Bernie Sanders has been made by not only the Democrat party, but the Republican party, the media and a divided people as well. He speaks to many with his voice, their silent voices of anger and fear. He is well liked. He is trusted. He is an insurgent who speaks of the wanton waste, abuse and corruption in government and capitalism, particularly of those of great wealth at the expense of all others and often even their bailout, by the people. But it is not so much his person that is met with anger and fear, it is what he represents. Few care or know that his first paycheck in life was at age forty and it was then and has been ever since, been provided by the government, “of, by and for the people…,” he so often quotes, Abraham Lincoln, a republican. But he himself, he is not a republican, he is a socialist, a democratic socialist. Some argue against any form of socialism and some argue that we already are, a socialist country, just as we are already, a democracy. But socialism is not new to this country. It has been here as a party in some form, since the 19th century. Many think of the ‘Hippies’ of the 1960’s as Utopian socialists. Socialists were here in the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s and are still here in the 21st century with several of their members serving, in our present government. But after losing many national elections, a leader of their party suggested they stop using the word socialist and use progressive instead and move it all, into the democrat party, and the people will vote for them! Most of us have no idea what socialism is. Democracy, progressiveness, and socialism are all, one and the same. They all share the idea that government must provide for all, all we need. But I will only be brief in a description of socialism. As Eye See It, democracy is, the goal of socialism. “The goal of socialism is communism.”— Vladimir Lenin. Dear reader, I dare you to search Lenin and then continue reading below.

In keeping with Charles Dickens and his Tale of Two Cities, Bernie Sanders represents the “best of times” because, he clearly shows the pulse of the divided country and brings to light clearly, what is on people’s minds. He rallies against waste, abuse and corruption. He defines our present government as an oligarchy. He has raised more individual contributions (about 4 million) than any candidate in history, with the average contribution of around $27. His support is broad-based among the many differences of many men and women. He is beholden to no major donors or super PACS (political action committees). Bernie Sanders is, “the best of times.” But, Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Bernie Sanders represents, the “worst of times” because, he shows the pulse of the divided country and brings to light clearly, one possible outcome of our fragile republic. His support clearly shows how far people are willing to go to revolt and transform this country even further than, it already has been. Most don’t believe we now are under or understand what an oligarchy is until— they realize it basically means, power in the hands of a few. And if Sanders’ is successful in his call for revolution, he will become one of the few, a different kind of a few perhaps, but still one of the few. But his non-lead shows that either the majority of his party are not willing to go as far as his vision promotes or he is just not considered electable. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

On the republican side, enter one outsider, made by both the Democrat and the Republican parties, the media and the divided country. His name is, Donald Trump. He is a wealthy billionaire businessman, celebrity and author. He has been made or brought to presidential candidate status by the perceived failures of the Democrat party. He has been made or brought to the forefront of the 2016 political process by, the very party he represents (the Republican party), and the media and a divided people, angry and afraid. He is greatly disliked and feared by the democrats, his own party, independents and the media. And despite all of this, he is outperforming ALL expectations. Pundits cannot figure him out. He is self-funding and beholden to no one, though many argue he is, only to himself and his own self-interests and his perceived, braggadocios and all encompassing ego. But he cannot seem to be caused to cave or pushed aside. His support is broad based and his supporters appear to be unmovable. He is the break against and the champion against, political correctness. In keeping with Charles Dickens and his Tale of Two Cities, Donald Trump represents the “best of times” because, he clearly shows the pulse of the divided country and brings to light clearly, what is on people’s minds. He rallies against waste, abuse and corruption and especially ineptitude and incompetence. His support is broad-based, for he appears to represent the former silent majority. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

With Donald Trump, we have only to look at his history of business. Will like his business history, will he make a better deal in ‘making America great again’? Trump represents the “best of times” because, a better deal is, what many are seeking, not a politician, someone well-spoken, polite or even a deeply religious leader, but a better deal-maker. His own running clearly shows that our government has been poorly run as if, it were a business. Surely a businessman, could make a better deal? But these are also, the worst of times. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Donald Trump represents, the “worst of times” because, with his vision and the agenda he has set for America, he has brought out the opposite of a quote from the first inaugural address of Abraham Lincoln— “We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Donald Trump represents, the “worst of times” because, we are not friends, but enemies; our passions have been strained perhaps, beyond measure  and our once united and bonds of affection are broken. And we are now so close to forgetting that there ever was a time we were united. The lie is now called the truth and the darkness is called the light. Those that believe he is nothing, but a con-man, are themselves conned. For WE all have been conned by the two parties of con! Donald Trump represents the “worst of times” because, those that oppose him clearly show that WE the People are divided. Many have promised or threatened to vote for the other party, not vote at all, leave the party or the country if, he becomes the republican nominee or is somehow elected president. These threats or promises (depending on your perspective) are not just from the democrats, but the republicans and independents too! In Donald Trump, we clearly see and vent the worst devils of our nature. These are, “the worst of times.” Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

Political unrest! Economic uncertainty! A future paused, interrupted or a republic lost! We are divided! We can no longer even agree to disagree. We are heading towards the unknown, fueled with a great and seemingly, bottomless reservoir of explosive anger and fear is a lit match. The time for uniting is, no more. We will either push off and on towards a revolution or a movement. Nothing stays the same; all will be changed. Whether we end up with more government or less of a government or even a functioning one, is only part of what lies ahead to be seen, if the smoke ever clears or any is left alive or still have eyes to see? The Supreme Court now has only the possibility of a 4-to-4 split. A new judge must be appointed to maintain the balance or totally transform it, depending on the results of the presidential election. There may soon be more judges, for the new president to appoint? The court will side towards either more or less government. The pendulum has already swung far left. Will it cease from swinging, swing further left and stop or swing far, far right? Either way, a pendulum swinging must return to its center; its balance. And for the moment of this writing, our only political hope for balance is, the Constitution of the United States of America. Whether it is allowed to remain as is; as was written; as was intended, a document written with a pen of iron, upon a rock, a bedrock, for all generations or as others believe, a ‘living thing’ changed at will, it is, still here! It is our contract with the government to limit the government or our right to abolish and form something new. If we head over the cliff in this revolution, it does not ever need to be replaced, as it remains now changed and thus, permanently altered? But if we head over the cliff of this movement, will we ever regain what it was? Will it then be replaced with or without our will, with something new? But it is, for now, still here! WE are divided. WE will either push US off this cliff to one possible outcome or the other. WE all will leap or we will be pushed. Dear reader, I dare you to continue reading below.

As Eye See it, what is in your eye? What do you behold? What WE all see is anger and fear of both parties, the media, business and greed! And I submit to you Dear reader that WE have allowed this. We have brought US to this day and time. I, in my own weakness and failure to stand for you and for what is right have diminished you! I, in my own ignorance have misled you, ill-fed you with unintended consequences and I, have in anger and fear aided and abetted the enemy as if, I had willingly conspired. No Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Reagan, Clinton, Bush, Sanders, Trump, or any other can unite us, there are no more those that can unite, nor are WE even looking for them. WE are, divided. ONLY WE the People can save us by what has been given to US and the truths and the principles upon which others lived; pledged their lives; their fortunes; their sacred honor; their“last ounce of devotion…,” — [Abraham Lincoln] and  died to defend! Now is not a time to unite, but to take a stand! And if over this cliff i or WE must, it is far, far better to stand upon our feet and leap, than to kneel and be pushed by the anger and fear of slavery, unless we kneel before the throne of mercy and find grace! What WE now hold in our hands will be left or lost to the next generations. But I give to you another option; another hope? I dare you to read my book, ‘RESET “An Un-alien’s Guide to Resetting Our Republic.”ResetBut_sm


And if time remains or God allows it to be so, another gift, another hope, the work I am trying to complete to give to you for FREE; on or before Tuesday, November 8th, 2016— ‘Apple of Gold in a Picture of Silver.’Apple of Gold in a Picture of Silver

Apple of Gold

But more than this, there remains hope. There is always hope! If not, for all of us, some of us. I would like it to be, for all of US! For myself, I will cling to my God and Father, His Word, my family and friends; guns if necessary, The Declaration of Independence, The Constitution of the United States of America, and the precious hope of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness! God Bless You and May God continue to Bless, the United States of America! All that I could have done and should have done and may want to do, may be too late, for tomorrow, I may be, out of time! Today, this moment is, all that any of US have! I cannot and will not tell you who to vote for, I just implore you to— VOTE! Dear reader, I leave you now with a few lines from the poem ‘Ulysses,’ by Alfred lord Tennyson, written in 1833 and published in, 1842. I dare you to read below, then turn the page to the future!

“We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”


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Posted by: Dahni | September 25, 2015

The Jackass Whisperer

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Have you noticed that every single Jackass or She-ass running for political office in the United States of America are, either a jackass or a she-ass, EXCEPT for your jackass or she-ass candidate, of course? 🙂

Now candidates of each party as well as the opposing parties call each other names, but we expect that. The media criticizes and condemns and complains about any and all those that don’t fit their agendas or in effort to raise their dismal ratings and poor, poor subscriber numbers and viewers, but we expect that too. But would advertisers be advertising their stuff if people weren’t listening on the radio and through their other devices and viewing all this jackass—she-ass content by whatever means available, if people weren’t turning on, logging on and/or tuning in?

And there has always been and always will be, I suppose, those that are never happy or satisfied with anything or anyone other than the satisfaction they must seem to derive from constant complaining. But of course, we expect these responses from the miserable and the malcontent jackasses and she-assess.

But here is the thing I find most troubling. One cannot check their email, Twitter, Facebook or other social media without a barrage of the rambling and baying of jackasses and she-asses and their supporters. We would expect this from third-parties, shares from friends of friends of someone(s) friend’s friends posting, but on our own timelines and personal accounts? And how often does this jackass and she-ass hee-hawing, come from our very own family and friends? Hmmm, maybe daily? I guess as this post began, ” EVERY SINGLE JACKASS OR SHE-ASS RUNNING FOR POLITICAL OFFICE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ARE, EITHER A JACKASS OR A SHE-ASS, EXCEPT FOR YOUR JACKASS OR SHE-ASS CANDIDATE, OF COURSE!” 🙂

Say what? OMG, we need a jackass—she-ass whisperer, to interpret where exactly are, our heads? No doubt, our heads must presently locate, somewhere, where the sun don ‘t shine! When exactly, did WE the People leave common sense and buy into the jackass—she-ass lingo and adopt it as our personal and collective speech and example for dealing with each other, so UN-civilly? I thought we were supposed to be UN, united as in, you know, the United States of America! What is a jackass—she-ass whisperer going to tell us anyway? They will say something that sounds like what we would expect from a jackass. A Jackass Whisperer my ass!

Does a jackass or a she-ass get happy tearing down others? Or is a jackass—she-ass so unhappy that they tear down others because, “misery loves company?” What a jackass—she-ass!

Oh, I’ve been called a jackass (or worse) many times. You may think I am or still a jackass. But how does this help me or you? Give a jackass a good name to live up to! Call em’ da Vinci or Einstein! 🙂

Don’t we know that in tearing down others, we tear down everything around us and ourselves. Weakness weakens. It takes strength to build strength.

“Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man [or a woman] sharpeneth the countenance of his [or her, their]  friend.

The Bible, Proverbs 27:17 King James Version (KJV)

WE need to all stop speaking and acting like jackasses and she-asses! WE are never going to convince one another that our jackass or she-ass is not a jackass or a she-ass anyway!

“You can lead a [jackass—she-ass] to water, but you cannot make it drink”
“You can educate [a person], but you cannot make them think.”

Instead of all of us arguing with or participating with this kind of behavior, why not shouldn’t WE, stop acting like jackasses—she-asses? We are not animals. WE are human beings. WE are not children. We’re adults.

WE became a great nation, not because we were divided, but because, we united. WE were not the divided people of the divided states of America.

It does not require much effort or thought to put down others, but it does require some of both, to build up others, to build things, to accomplish things, to be civil and united. Why can’t WE lay aside our differences and find some common ground among US and move together, forward? Is this really to much to ask of ourselves?

Or should we just continue to allow, agree with and consent to every single Jackass or She-ass running for political office in the United States of America? After all, they are all, either a jackass or a she-ass, EXCEPT for your jackass or she-ass candidate, of course?

We are not jackasses or she-asses and that’s a good thing because, that’s all a jackass or she-ass are ever going to be, a jackass or a she-ass! But we can change! Maybe WE can’t all always agree or get along. Maybe no jackass or she-ass whisperer can ever make us think or drink, but we could put some salt in their oats! 🙂


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Posted by: Dahni | September 3, 2015

The Trump Card Part 5

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TrumpCard4Donald Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!

A young man asked him, “Do you ever fail?” The Donald replied, “Not very often.” He builds things, lots of things and they are often on-time and under budget. Most of us would think that his ability to make money is, uncanny. For Donald Trump, this is just the mind-set of this genius and what he does. And once again, it is not what we may think about him or even what he thinks about himself that defines him, but what does he do?

What if he could, actually—

“Make America Great Again”

Like him or not, he is not just holding an Ace, he is the Ace and not just any Ace, but the Trump Ace. Why? Donald Trump is not only continuing to poll higher and higher and drawing more and more people, he is setting the agenda. And what is that? Beyond immigration, women’s rights, the military and all other issues people find important, he speaks for many that are absolutely disgusted with the two-party corrupt system of Washington politics. He has turned political correctness upside down and made the freedom of speech important again. And what is he saying? Our country is broken. It is due to a corrupt system. He knows it well because, he has had to work with it and still has been successful. Has he failed? Yes, but not often. He once was bleeding about 900 million dollars in debt, but he turned that around into an International company worth billions of dollars with very little debt. He even wrote a book called, ‘The Art of the Comeback.’ He knows HOW to get out of debt. He knows how to deal. And most of all, he knows, everything WE the People are interested in and concerned about centers on the economy! If there are better deals being made, this would mean more jobs and better paying jobs. More and better paying jobs means more prosperity, less need for welfare, more tax revenue, less waste and more money to take care of our truly needful people, debt, increase the military strength and all the other things we need, to be great again.

If you think he is a braggart, a buffoon, a joke or just an un-serious; ego-centrist little joker, then he not only holds the little joker; he is the lil’ joker and the Trump little joker. And he holds the big joker too, the Trump big joker. TrumpCard11

Anyone that has underestimated Donald Trump has found themselves becoming the blunt of the joke and losing out to either the little or the big joker Trump card. Fox News tried to pin him down to agreeing not to run as a third-party candidate. He refused and it was not Fox News that had the right to ask him. Recently, the GOP sent out pledges to all its candidates to pledge not to run as a third-party candidate. As the trending Twitter hashtag suggests, #DontTakeThePledgeTrump! Does it sound like the GOP is concerned about anyone other than Donald Trump? NO! Are they really trying to keep their party strong or are they afraid Trump might run as a third-party? Does the GOP believe that Donald Trump can be the Republican nominee, for president of the United States? Probably not, but they are sure worried that he might run third-party and lose the election to the Democrats in November 2016. Really? If they lose, they lose, not because of Donald Trump! And Donald Trump is not stupid. He is a genius remember? He wants to run as a republican. Why would he run third-party, unless the GOP tried to dump Trump and unless he was confident in winning the election?

The designs of playing cards depict the four seasons— spring, summer, fall, and winter. They are symbolic of the four directions— north, south, east and west. The designs represent the four elements—  wind, fire, water, and earth. All together or collectively, they exemplify the opposing forces for the struggle for victory or triumph (Trump) in life.


Yes, Donald Trump is a genius and a self-actualizing man, always in route to becoming his best self. His is not a final destination, but a pursuit; a journey with a passion for excellence. He holds all the cards in the suit of Diamonds. He would be like the King of Diamonds and his lovely wife Melania, the First Lady, Queen of the people’s heart. While all the other candidates (including the present president) take off their coats and ties or dress down and try to make people think that they are just everyday, common and regular people just like you and I, Donald Trump dresses impeccably and so does his wife. He may take off his tie and don a hat, but he still dresses respectfully for the office he is seeking. I remember the days of JFK as a small child. His administration was likened to Camelot. WE loved our Executive and the ‘First Family’ because, they showed US as, First Class to the world. Diamonds represent warmth, light, femininity, earthly matters, money, courage, and energy. Donald Trump has a beautiful wife and a young child. His would be, a class act, an administration, based on how he lives right now! He is energetic.

TrumpCard7Donald Trump holds all the cards and is the Trump suit of clubs. Clubs represent many things: fall, winter, night, darkness, males, fire, energy, will, wealth, work, luck, and happiness. Although I do not believe in luck (it’s just a word that tries to explain something when the reasons are not known), Donald Trump knows how to make money, a lot of money and he has and he is still making it. He does not himself perhaps completely understand how he is so able to attract it, but his mind just works this way and he knows that! He could easily choose to accept funding, but chooses not to except, for those that want to invest in America with less than $10 to ten and maybe up to $1,000,00? He is funding his own campaign and wants to not be beholding to anyone. He knows politics is corrupt and admits it and he knows he has dealt with politicians for most of his life, he knows them and he knows, he is now becoming one. He has fire and energy and is drawing the Richard Nixon coined phrase,”The Silent Majority.” He knows the ‘Art of the Deal’ (he wrote the book) and he knows if WE have a better deal, corporate taxes will come down and give incentives to corporations to come ‘home’ and re-build here, make stuff, the best stuff again, and this will provide many jobs and make our goods and services in demand again, all over the world. He knows our country wastes a lot of money that we do not have to give in the first place, and we borrow money from others and have virtually nothing to show for it. He knows we can make better deals and get more, much more to show for it! “Why can’t we charge others for what we give others,” he asked? Joseph of the Bible did this when he was number two in the ancient kingdom of Egypt. The world experienced famine and people were starving. Joseph wisely built up Egypt’s stores of food and ended up feeding the world, but he charged them for it! Yes, he charged them for food! Everyone and every country has something to offer. By the way, in the Bible and historically, Egypt ended up with the wealth of the world. Some refer to this time period as, ‘The Golden Era of Egypt.’ So what’s wrong with doing this today? Everyone gets what they need. Donald Trump knows how to deal. The better the deal, the more WE get. The more we have, the freer we can be. How can WE be FREE with so much debt, so few jobs, so many dependent on welfare, so weak a military, no way to control our border, still no competition among insurance companies or a reasonably priced for all, a healthcare system that works? Donald Trump is the dark Trump suit of clubs, to be feared only by darkness concealed that he is revealing.


Donald Trump holds all the cards and is the Trump suit of hearts.Hearts represent the warmth of spring and summer seasons and the power of light. They are the center of life and the world. What could be more central to the heart than love of God, love of family, love of country and love of humanity. Donald Trump has repeatedly said that the most important book is, “The Bible.”  While not a biblical scholar, he knows about as much or less than most Christians. Though he is not known to regularly attend church, most Christians do not either. His beliefs are NOT a religious test to be president nor is his understanding or lack thereof, indicative that he is not a moral man. Oh, but he has been married and divorced several times? So have I. But Donald Trump’s former wives still respect him and believe he would make an excellent president. Oh, but he had an affair while he was still married. So what, everyone makes mistakes. Has he learned from them? Has a former president leaned from his or is he still carrying on with women, though he is still married? If I was Bill’s wife, I would have divorced him the fist time he broke his marriage vows! Has Donald Trump learned from his mistakes? What better way to ask for forgiveness than to live forgiven! Why is it necessary to apologize all the time to everyone for everything? Is not what is most important, to change and take corrective action? Donald Trumps mistakes as a public person are public, but so are his successful self-determined corrections!

Donald Trump does not drink. He does not display an addictive personality or has any known corrupting vices that we seem to equate with the ‘rich and famous.’ He is driven to succeed, NOT for the trappings of success, but because, it’s just the way he’s wired. It’s how he rolls. And he makes it possible for you and I to think that having wealth or becoming wealthy is not only possible, but it does not have to corrupt us. And he has passed these traits onto his children and has taught them HOW to succeed. On the work drive among her and her siblings, Ivanka Trump has stated,

“I look at my brothers and myself and I’m, like, really proud of the fact that nobody’s, like, totally f—ed-up. Nobody’s a drug addict, nobody’s driving around chasing women, snorting coke.”

Ivanka Trump

He cares for women and has employed many thousands of them and affords them many benefits including, healthcare, long before the Affordable Care Act was forced onto business. Many of the female Trump employees are paid more than men in similar positions. He has hired thousands of Latinos. People that work for Trump International generally do not quit and are quite satisfied with their employment. He has given to many, many charities over the years (still does), to children, and men and women of different beliefs than he holds. He does not display acts of favoritism or anti-anyone, he just deplores incompetence and corruption and is driven by, doing the right thing. The right things are not always popular, like deporting millions of illegal aliens, but it is the right thing because, it is the law. He challenges the decision of the Supreme Court on their interpretation of the 14th Amendment that allows children of illegal aliens to become citizens here, just because they were born on our soil. He does not want to deport immigrants. He wants to depart illegal aliens, starting with the very bad people first. He wants good people to come back. He has family that were immigrants. Two of his wives were or are immigrants. One became a citizen and the other is becoming one. He just wants people here that have entered this country legally.

He does not believe that everything in America is messed up. He has known when America was great and wants to be a part of making America great again. Notice his campaign slogan does NOT say, Donald Trump— I will make America again. He knows he needs all our help to Make America Great Again. And he has found himself in an unusual position (for him) in that he needs our votes to make this happen. He has taken and is taking heat for his stand. He has been and is ridiculed and condemned, written off and told often, he cannot and will not win the presidency. And why is he taking this pressure? Why has he placed himself in a position to lose so much? Why would he even want a job that pays less than .5 of a 1% of what he earns yearly? He has even said as president, he will not take a salary from the American taxpayers. Why would he want the job? Opine all you want or like he told a child, “I’m doing this for you,” and for you and I and that we can make America Great Again. Of all the current candidates running for president (from any party) name one other campaign slogan! Other than ‘Jeb,’ I cannot think of any others. Make America Great Again resonates with people. It is simple, clear, easy to remember and taps into the American heart and mind!

And Donald Trump shows care, concern and respect for other countries. He believes free trade should be a good deal for everyone involved. And he knows that if America is great again, it will greatly benefit the entire world.


Donald Trump holds all the cards and is the Trump suit of spades. And like in the game of spades, any spade will Trump all the other cards in the deck. Spades represents a leaf of the “cosmic” tree, and thus life. Spades are also, indicative of wisdom and transformation. What wiser thing to do than to transform our country by making it living and great again; making it prosperous! I have even read one answer to this and that is, Donald Trump just wants more power. Lets just say that opinion is correct. What would he be empowered to do? Based on his track record, make money, a lot of money, for America and America, the United States of America is, you and I.

It is not what we may think about someone or what they think about themselves that define them, but what have they done; what do they do? And it is not what they say that tell us who they are, but what have they done and what do they do? The DNC (Democrat National Committee recently held a meeting. Each of their candidates were allowed to make a speech. The rules allowed for only 7 minutes per candidate, except for one. Their current front-runner was allowed to speak for 25 minutes. I listened to her entire speech. Obvious to me was that she has been taking some speech lessons. It was a warm, funny, uplifting and vision building presentation, well thought out and intelligently delivered . If I was to base my decision solely on her speech, I would vote for her! But she has a record and I know a lot of it. She is surrounded by either scandals or a cloud. If nothing else, her optics are all wrong. She appears to have done many things wrong. If her handing of confidential information (now classified as classified) and conflict of interests are not criminal and wrong-doing, she is surrounded by a cloud that appears to be criminal and wrong doing. What comes to most people’s mind is, she is, a liar, (as gleaned as the top answer given in a recent poll!

If my decision was based on presentation and first impressions, I would have voted for the present, president of the United States. But his known associations and his lack of experience would not allow me with a clear conscience, to have voted for him.

You may not like the way Donald Trump speaks, but he speaks his mind and people are dawn to him because, he seems real and genuine. But beyond presentation, what is his record which would qualify him for the office in which he speaks. He has and does build many wonderful things, incredible things, often on time and under budget. He employs 100’s of thousands of people and he takes care of them. He buys lots of goods and services from many people, companies and countries. He makes money, a lot of money. He knows what it’s like to be in debt, a lot of debt and how to not only get out of it, but how to emerge, bigger, better and stronger! Why else could he possibly poll well with evangelical Christians? Is it because he has many business interests that involve gaming, games of chance, casinos and gambling? Of course not! Even the Roman Catholic Church used to be heavily invested in birth control pills, when their doctrine has been for the most part, pro-life. Are these two antithetical actions hypocritical or are they just business decisions? People want pills and people want to gamble and some stand to make a lot of money from these! I don’t gamble and I am OK with birth control, but I have no problem even from the Biblical view, of making money, a lot of money from these. Money is not the root of all evil, it is, “the LOVE of money!” Evangelical Christians KNOW that if our nation is prospering, they would have more money to give to their churches or places of faith and practice! Donald Trump makes money, a lot of money!

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Donald Trump holds all the cards, every suit, all 52 cards and both the Trump jokers. He holds the entire deck!

If he wins the Republican nomination or not, he still wins. If he runs third-party or not and if he is elected the next president of the United States of America— he still wins. No matter what, he entered as a billionaire and he will end up a billionaire. So the question for you and I is, will WE allow a genius, a self-actualizing man, a billionaire, a highly successful business man and an entertainer to be our next president? Do we trust him (by his experience alone) to—


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Posted by: Dahni | August 31, 2015

The Trump Card Part 4

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Donald Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!

Donald Trump often says he graduated from the Wharton School of Business and that he is “really smart.” Many people think he is just bragging and self-centered when he says this and often. But consider this, what if he really did graduate from Wharton and he is, “really smart?” If you say you can jump over a building and can, that’s not bragging, it’s a fact. And his own answer as to why he continues to say these things is because, “we need this type of mentality, to make America Great Again.” Does he have it?

Considering the requirements for admission to the Wharton School of Business when he attended then and now, there is a way to estimate IQ from SAT test scores, required for admission into Wharton. Though Mr. Trump has not publicly released his transcripts and there is nothing to indicate that his GPA (grade point average) was anything spectacular, that he was ever well-known while attending or that he graduated with any honors, he did sufficient work to graduate with a BA in business and a minor in anthropology. Business? No surprise there, but anthropology? Isn’t anthropology the study of humanity? Yes.

But, Donald Trump went to Wharton, he did what he had to do, to at least keep up his minimum grades and all the while, he continued to work in his father’s business. Some would argue that his father got him into Wharton. But even if this were so, he still had to meet their minimum requirements which were then based on SAT scores. And he still had to keep his grades up to an acceptable minimum to graduate. Estimating his IQ from the minimum SAT scores required, Donald J. Trump has at least a 156 IQ, minimum.

To give some perspective on his IQ, the MENSA society requires a far lower IQ for membership. MENSA members would be around 1 out of 70 people. Donald J. Trump with am IQ of 156 would qualify to be a member of The Triple Nine Society. This percentile is 99.9?????. This means, his IQ is greater than 99.9???% of all the people in the entire world!

What do all the following people have in common with, Donald J. Trump?

Plato, Leonardo Da Vinci, Albert Einstein, Marylyn Vos Savant,
Benjamin Franklin, Bill Gates, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln,
Thomas Jefferson, Jimmy Carter, John Quincy Adams, Joseph Haydn, Mozart, Michelangelo, Sigmund Freud, Sharon Stone (actor), Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Stephen Hawking (theoretical physicist and cosmologist)

What this incomplete list of people all have in common is, their IQ’s make them each, a genius.

The standard description of this level of intelligence is, “Genius – Exceptional intellectual ability and capable of looking beyond known facts.” A genius has an IQ of 145 or above. Yes, Donald J. Trump is, a genius! Now IQ alone does not tell the full story.

“People with this kind of intellectual ability can do things with their minds that can’t even be described to ordinary people. Remember that quote from the above paragraph, “capable of looking beyond known facts? These highly intelligent minds process and organize data into solutions and insights, and the individual person is not even consciously aware of the process. The cartoon light bulb that goes on over someone’s head happens to people like Mr. Trump on a regular basis. I would not be surprised if Mr Trump’s IQ actually measures significantly higher than the minimum estimate mentioned above.”

excerpt from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

Donald J. Trump is a brilliant and self-actualizing man. Self actualizing, isn’t a state of personality to be achieved, but rather the individual is in the process of becoming their best self.

“Donald Trump’s observable behavior informs us about the degree to which he is “self actualizing.” Quote from a Psychology Professor I once had; “People are not who you think they are. People are not who they think they are. People are what they do. That is why this is called a behavioral science.” Forget the labels. They are all misleading. Pay attention to the behavior.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

Abraham Maslow, an American Psychologist and philosopher, spent the better part of his professional career trying to identify what is right about people rather than pathology. He is best known for his theory of self-actualization. What follows are some of the traits of a self-actualizing person from his research and as it applies to Donald Trump.

•Non conformists and inner-directed. If a cultural norm is contrary to their personal values, they will not adhere to it.

•Most always loners, or leaders. They are never joiners.

•They are creative.

“This is a universal characteristic of all the people studied or observed. There is no exception. This creativeness appears in some of our subjects not in the usual forms of writing books, composing music, or producing artistic objects … It is as if this special type of creativeness being an expression of healthy personality is projected out upon the world, or touches whatever activity the person is engaged in. In this sense there can be creative shoemakers or carpenters or clerks. This creativity comes from the fact that self-actualizers are more open to experience and more spontaneous in their feelings.”

Abraham Maslow

•They are autonomous and therefore tend to be independent of their environment.

•Self-actualizers are more dependent on their inner world rather than the outside world. Rather than the need to be gratified by being loved, feeling safe, being respected, having prestige and a sense of belonging, they are growth motivated and having these come from others may actually hinder their inner compass. Satisfaction and growth for them mostly come from within rather than social interaction.

“They have become strong enough to be independent of the good opinion of other people, or even of their affection. The honors, the status, the rewards, the popularity, the prestige and the love others can bestow must have become less important than self-development and inner growth.”

Abraham Maslow

“Donald Trump frequently does not plan what he is going to say or perhaps, not even prepare for debate. His strategy is to be authentic.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

•They have a strong ethical sense. Although their notions of right and wrong are often unconventional, self-actualizers, nonetheless almost always know the ethical implications of their own actions.

“Right and wrong (good and evil) are part of every decision Donald makes.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

•They tend to accept democratic values
•Self-actualizers do not respond to individuals on the basis of race, status or religion. They can be and are friendly with anyone of suitable character regardless of class, education, political belief, race or color. As a matter of fact, it often seems as if they are not even aware of these differences, which are for the average person so obvious and important.

“Donald is as likely to treat his chauffeur or secretary
as equitably as CEOs or politicians.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

•They tend to identify with all of mankind. The concerns that self-actualizers have for other people do not extend only to their friends and family, but to all people in all cultures throughout the world. This feeling of brotherhood extends also to individuals who are aggressive, inconsiderate, or otherwise foolish. Self-actualizers have a genuine desire to help the human race.

“Donald consistently shows a universality of concern for all people.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

•They exhibit spontaneity, simplicity and naturalness.

•Self-actualizers tend to be true to their feelings; what they really feel they tend to say and/or experience. They do not hide behind a mask, and do not act in accordance with social roles. They are true to themselves, speaking candidly and authentically.

“One of the traits that makes Donald so popular with voters is that he is “real.”

excerpts from: ‘Donald Trump is a Genius – But That’s Just His IQ!’ August 1, 2015

For the same reasons that people don’t understand him are the same reasons people gravitate towards Donald Trump. He speaks his mind rather than some political correct speech and many connect to him because, he expresses in ways in which they can understand and that they think and feel themselves. Maybe it was possible to say that people just wanted to see the ‘Trump Show’ or these were just some of the ‘crazies’ as was reported that he was drawing. But by now, the numbers continue to grow and he is winning about 28% in some polls and in some cases, he is beating the other party candidates. You can’t say anymore that 28% are just the “crazies.” And he is drawing from all over and resonating with people who for the most part, don’t trust any of the parties!

He is rich and he keeps on telling people that he is. Many people don’t trust the rich because, they believe the rich are both corrupt and corrupting. But he tells us the same system that he has used to accumulate wealth is, a corrupt system. He’s rich enough that he can fund his own campaign and accepts no self-interest money. He owes no one and will not get into anyone’s pocket. He owes no favors and plans on keeping it this way. People are starting to connect the dots with Donald Trump and if there are jobs and prosperity again in the USA, maybe they can become rich too. Maybe it is, OK to be rich? I think Trump wrote a book about wanting everyone to be rich. Actually he wrote or co-authored several! So far, he has not cost the taxpayers anything! He wheels and he deals and in the end, he generally makes money, lots of money. A young man asked him, “Do you ever fail?” The Donald replied, “Not very often.” He builds things, lots of things and they are often on-time and under budget. Most of us would think that his ability to make money is, uncanny. For Donald Trump, this is just the mind-set of this genius and what he does. And once again, it is not what we may think about him or even what he thinks about himself that defines him, but what does he do?

What if he could, actually—

“Make America Great Again”

Donald Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!



Part 5 (final)

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Posted by: Dahni | August 30, 2015

The Trump Card Part 3

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Donald Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!

Right now there seems to be three groups of people who opine who Donald Trump is. There are those that are obviously, for him. There are those that criticize and ridicule him. The last group has no clue of what to think about or make of him and not knowing, what to do about him. He seems to be writing the agenda, making all his own rules and almost seems to defy the gravity of expectations. How is it that he has gotten do far? In a recent focus group conducted by Frank Luntz, (a contributor of Fox News) in sum and substance, the people for Trump were sick and tired of Republicans and Democrats crapping on them, only to come back around, wanting their votes again. They see something different in Donald Trump and he seems to speak or publicly voice what they think and believe. And that’s why they are for Trump. The following image captures this sentiment perfectly.


I too, am fed up with political correctness. People died that we may be able to speak freely. That T-shirt is certainly what I think and have thought, for some time. I am glad that more people are realizing that for the most part, there ISN’T a two-party system, at least in practice. There appears to NOT be a dime’s difference between them. Most are all thick as thieves and corrupt, intentionally or not. But as a writer, it is my choice to use what words I want to write and the images I want to display. I covered over, two letters on the T-shirt, on purpose. It’s pretty obvious what they are. I’m not opposed to a choice and apropos, perfectly placed expletive on occasion, but I just happen to believe in writing publicly and speaking publicly, I don’t have to always use this kind of language. Donald Trump speaks his mind. He is speaking what many are thinking. This is why so many people are connecting to him! The silent majority is, waking up! Waking up to the fact that we too are, responsible for our country. We too, have contributed to its decline and its decay. How?

“If the spirit of the ruler rise up against thee, leave not thy place; for yielding pacifieth great offences.”

Ecclesiastes 10:4 The Bible, King Jame Version (KJV)

Our servants have and are acting like rulers and have risen up against our Lives, Liberties and the Pursuit of Our Happiness. We must not leave! We must no longer yield and sit idly by anymore, being passive, for in so doing— WE are allowing these great offenses! No more! WE must fight to—

“Make America Great Again!”

Yes, that is Donald Trump’s campaign slogan, but why can’t it be all of ours? And just in case you are wondering, I have not made up my mind about voting for Donald Trump, but I am making up my mind! I’m studying, researching, listening and watching. So should you be! But who is Donald Trump? Yes, who is he really?

Here is a general statement that is mostly true. We are to one degree or another, all emotional creatures. We have a tendency to ridicule, criticize, condemn, complain and are envious of and jealous of and even fear, what we do not understand. So who is Donald Trump? Let’s delve into his character and intelligence.

Let’s start with something easy, personality. Hippocrates, the ‘Father of Medicine,’ centuries ago, developed a theory called, ‘The Four Temperaments.’ Although in medicine and biochemistry this theory is not accepted, on the subject of personality, its generalities are quite telling. Based on Hippocrates’ Four Temperaments, the still popular and much used work called— ‘Personality Plus’ was written by, Florence Littauer.

Powerful Cholerics are considered to be leader and commander types, being dominant, strong, decisive, and may appear to be arrogant. They tend to be good leaders because, they are driven to get things done, however they might offend some people along the way. Cholerics are also known as the “POWERFUL” type. Some famous examples are Oprah Winfrey, Dr. Phil, Bill Gates, Bill ‘Reilly. and yes, Donald Trump.

Perfect Melancholy personality types are described as the mental types, with their personality displaying a strong emphasis on thinking, evaluation, and assessment. Their typical behavior involves thinking, assessing, making lists, evaluating the positives and negatives, and general analysis of facts. They love maps, charts and graphs. They are usually the most intelligent of the four types, however they tend to dwell on details. A Melancholy is a planner, making sure things happen, although sometimes they can paralyze themselves with over-analysis. Lists and “doing things the right way” are characteristics of this personality type. Melancholics are also known as the “Perfect” type. Some famous examples are Hillary Clinton, Ernest Hemingway, Vincent Van Gogh and Beethoven. Although Hillary is highly intelligent and smarter than Bill, neither she or he are a genius. But Donald Trump is.

Popular Sanguines are a social personality type, displaying characteristics such as a predisposition to socialize and entertain. They enjoy fun, socializing, chatting, telling stories – and are fond of promising the world, because that’s the friendly thing to do. A Sanguine gets on well with people and can get others excited about issues, but cannot always be relied upon to get things done. They love interacting with others and play the role of the entertainer or center of attention in group interactions. They have a tendency to over-promise and under-deliver. Sanguines are also known as the “Popular” type. If you want to get happy or need cheering up, hang out with a Sanguine. Some famous examples are Bill Clinton, Robin Williams, Kelly Ripa and Richard Simmons.

Peaceful Phlegmatics are described as having a flat-type personality, being laid back and desiring a peaceful environment above all else. They are easy-going, laid back, nonchalant, un-excitable and relaxed. They desire a quiet and peaceful environment above all else. They tend not to actively upset people, but their indifference may frustrate people. They try not to make decisions, and generally go for the status quo. They are good as mediators because, they don’t usually have many enemies. They also have a “dry” and quick sense of humor. Phlegmatics are also known as the “Peaceful” type. If you need comforting, Phlegmatic are like Mommy or Daddy, grandma or grandpa (some close family member), a trusted oasis,  a big comfortable chair were you can be loved, be yourself and just get re-charged. Some famous examples are Ghandi, Nelson Mandela, Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Rogers, Mother Theresa, Rosa Parks and Princess Diana.

None of these types are specifically described as being positive or negative – hence the combination of positive and negative adjectives (i.e. “Powerful” with “Choleric”). They each have upsides and downsides. The characteristics are for observing and identifying, rather than judging.

Although there can be combinations among the four personality types, each of us have a tendency to be dominated by one of these, ‘Four Temperaments.’ These differences among us don’t make us all crazy and we should NOT try to change anyone to be like us, but rather learn to understand these differences and embrace them because, we all need each other!

So, Donald Trump is, a genius and his personality type is that of a Powerful Choleric. But IQ and personality is not, the whole thing. It’s not what we think he is or even what he thinks he is that defines him, but what does he do?

Next time, let us look at what he does.

Donald Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!




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Posted by: Dahni | August 29, 2015

The Trump Card Part 2

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TrumpCard4Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!

Why would a successful businessman, a billionaire and one that earns what he makes (and it’s over many, many 10’s or hundreds of millions of dollar per year) want such a high pressured and low-paying job? Don’t want to accept his answer to a child “For you,” or his slogan, “Make America Great Again’? No, too simple, in our disappointed state, our distrust of politics, the media, and the rich, there surely must be another answer? Our cynicism cries out, “What’s his real agenda?” There are many opinions!

He’s not really going to run, it’s a publicity stunt. But he did announce and filed the necessary papers. Ooops! Next.

He will never fill out his financials. He did. Oh, they’re inflated? Ooops, forgot to figure in 200 of his companies. But so what, he filed and he is financing his own campaign. Ooops! Next.

Well, it’s just the Trump Show. It will pass. It hasn’t. Ooops! Next.

He’s not serious. This will pass. He will never get much support. He has and it continues to grow. Ooops! Next.

He has offended Mexico and the undocumented immigrants by saying, Mexico was sending bad people. Hmmm, it was true. And technically, they are not immigrants so they are aliens and since they are not here legally, they are illegal aliens. Well, Macy’s cut ties with him over that. Great. And I’ve cut ties with Macy’s. And Univision? He’s suing them for more than they would have paid, and they have no defense of their breach of contract. And a reservation in one of his hotels was canceled. He legally kept their deposit and re-sold the facility to someone else. On and on— over inflated reports and name dropping like NASCAR, but he still made out in re-booking. Ooops! Next.

OMG, Trump threw out the Walter Cronkite of the American Latino population, Univision’s anchor, Jorge Gilberto Ramos Ávalos from a press conference? No he didn’t, he was escorted out by security. Why, because he was rude and totally unprofessional. Donald Trump had called on someone to take their question, but Ramos, apparently could not wait his turn and kept trying to get his attention, out of turn. But he was allowed back in and Trump did take his questions and Ramos would not listen, let him finish or accept his answers. I’m sure Univision is trying nervously and desperately to spin this as they are their breach of contract lawsuit against them, from Trump for 500 million dollars. Oooops! Next.

He has offended women and attacked Megan Kelly. Oh, and what was her serious journalism question at the first Republican debate? It was about an episode of a reality show (scripted) and the woman did not remember the scene and said, Mr. Trump is a nice man and had always treated her with respect. That question would be similar to asking Judy Garland what OZ was really like. Hello, reality TV, script, entertainment. Ooops! Next.

Well, multiple wives then? Two were each a legal immigrant in route to legal citizenship. His previous wife Ivana said he never raped her and that he would make a great president. What about his daughter Ivanka? She seems to love and respect him? And in an interview, his current wife Melania said at home, they were equals. And women that work for him in many cases, earn more than men in similar jobs. Hmmm, maybe he pays according to their ability and what they produce? And out of the 100’s of thousands that have worked for him or that still do? Really, really incredible health care benefits for ALL his employees! Oh darn, he’s polling favorably among women too! Ooops! Next.

He offended the veterans? Really? Because he said John McCain was not a war hero? He wasn’t! And even McCain has admitted he was a reckless pilot = maybe he would not have been shot down and captured? John McCain was a hero because, he refused to be released as a prisoner of war BEFORE all those that were in the same camp, longer than he was, went home first. Trump has said on numerous occasions, he wants to re-build the military so that, no one even thinks about messing with us! And he has also said many times, when did we last see any kind of victory? This is what the military trains for, TO WIN, not lose or leave any behind. Maybe the military would appreciate this kind of commander and chief? Maybe they would be willing to even sacrifice themselves, if they knew we were— ‘In It To Win It?’ Women in the military? I don’t think he has a problem nor do I even in combat, but I’ll say this, women if they want to be in combat, it should be an all female units! Why? Why because, if it were me, I might try to help a woman first, before another man because, I was raised to treat women like this. This could be dangerous in combat with men and women mixed. It has nothing to do with their sex or ability!!!! And yes, Trump was miffed at McCain because, McCain called his own constitutes from Arizona, that attended Trump’s rally there, “a bunch of crazies.” I’d have been livid myself! Dangerous would he be for the military, not trustworthy, but—Ooops! Next.

He has no specifics? Build a wall? He can’t do that! Why, because it’s never been done? Where’s the money coming from? Mexico’s going to pay for it. How? Well, for one thing, if the illegals are deported, taxpayers won’t be paying for them here. That money could be used. What else? I don’t know, what about other governmental waste where much is spent and there is little to nothing to show for it? If we start charging Mexico for caring for their citizens, maybe they might stop allowing them to come over the border in the first place? And if we start charging them tariffs to bring in their stuff to our country, that money could certainly be used to build a wall. But still, it can’t be done? Why, because government always underestimates the time something takes and it always costs more? How many times has Donald Trump delivered building projects on-time and under budget? Hmm, maybe he really could pull this off! Ooops! Next.

Well, OK, he does seem to be speaking, for a certain group of people who are just fed up with Democrats and Republicans and politics in general, but that’s not mainstream. Really? Then why does his polling numbers continue to rise nationally and in most of the states he is visiting? Why has he pulled far ahead of the other candidates and is just about 6 points away from the leading Democrat? Ooops! Next.

He has no organization. He is getting organized in each state. Ooops! Next.

Well, it’s just a summer fling. All this will die down. And besides, Trump pulled a classic political blunder from which he will not recover from. He should have never rented that stadium in Mississippi? If you have 10 people, you rent a room for 5 so it looks like there is more than there really is? I guess ‘The Donald’ didn’t get the memo? Or maybe, he was just trying to accommodate as many people as possible that wanted to be there? It started with 2,500 and it had to be moved several times and finally settled on the 40,000 seat stadium. Oh, well see, he only had 20,000 (some estimate) and others estimate 30,000, but he didn’t fill the stadium. But Donald Trump never said there was 40,000, maybe 30,000. But guess what, no other candidate is drawing as many people anywhere, than is, Donald Trump! Ooops! Next.

Back to the Trump Show again? He’s just entertaining? He’s a braggart? He offends everyone. He will implode? First Republican Debate on Fox News? Biggest draw of a presidential candidate ever, anywhere! How many? 20+ million people tuned in to Fox News for the first Republican Debate (the later one). Who knows how many more would have watched online had Fox made it available, but no, you had to be a subscriber (sarcasm). Do they not understand many people have cut the TV cords and get all their news online? Well that was just a fluke? But no, he continues to draw more people, bigger crowds and continues to dominate ALL MEDIA! Oh, but no one else is getting that coverage! So what? Who makes the decisions to air Trump’s rallies and town hall meeting and etc. LIVE? Who makes those decisions? Is Donald Trump paying for this airtime? No it’s FREE! Why? He himself has said, “I’m a ratings machine.” See, there you go he bragging again? But really it’s true! He getting the coverage despite what the networks or any political party might think of him because, he is drawing audiences to their low-rating shows. It’s advertising dollars. More advertisers pay more because, more people are watching! Hmmm, FREE publicity? The Donald must be pretty smart, like he tells everyone he is (more about his intelligence in another post)? So, what did he say about his drawing power? He was thinking about having CNN (they are hosting the second debate in September)  and FOX News should pay him to show up because, he is driving people to them! He said in loo of paying him, they should donate millions of dollars to charity. No response from either network about that. But— Ooops! Next.

OK, OK, OK, he’s getting crowds. But not Democrats? That’s starting to change too. Ooops! Next.

OK, OK, OK, he does not seem to be going away, but he is going to turn off people from insulting them? But, he continues to draw, despite the media, consultants and the like, taking him out of context and misquoting what he says and even interpreting and adding words he has never said. Oh, what to do? We can’t ignore him, we need him for ratings! Oh what to do about The Donald? Pick a fight, he’s thinned skinned? Really? He’s taken everything that’s dished out and he’s still here and still drawing crowds and polling at about 28% as of today 8/28/15, and far above every other Republican candidate running for office! Ooops! Next.

Let’s attack his character? Oh, he’s given to Democrats? How could he be a Republican? He’s no conservative? He’s just a braggart with a big fat ego and, OMG, that hair! Let’s get the comics in on this BIG TIME! He’s un-realistic? He hasn’t a clue? Oh, I know, why so many changes Donald? See, see, you can’t trust him, he vacillates all the time? Well, the Donald has taken all the hair stuff in stride and his changing? He simply changed and involved. Ooops! Next.

Oh, he made a secret deal with Bill Clinton so Hillary can be the next president? Really, then why would he say that she was the worst Secretary of State, in the history of our country? Ooops! Next.

He buys people just like all the other lobbyists? And yes, he said it’s a corrupt system! He goes after what he wants and usually gets it? Ooops! Next.

There is no way he’s going to win the Republican nomination? He’s out polling them all! So there was a shift. First with Fox News trying to get him to agree to support the Republican nominee and not run as a third-party candidate. Trump refused to agree. See, he’s a spoiler! That’s what he’s going to do? What did Trump say? He’s doing this for leverage. If the Republican Party tries to screw with him, he might run as a third-party candidate. But he want to run as a Republican. So, recently, the Republican Party wants to try to pin him down that he won’t run third-party. If he has not already done so, Donald Trump should refuse again for the same reason, for leverage. Leverage? Remember that word! I’m sure The Donald knows what has happened in the past with Ross Perot. I’m sure The Donald would not go this route unless he was confident that he could win the White House. The White House? OMG, is the Donald really, really serious? Oooops! Next.

OK, lets find some illegal aliens working for Trump? Could not find any? Ooops! Next.

OK, lets find at least one disgruntled supposed Latino Trump employee and broadcast a you tube video that concludes with him flipping off The Donald. But, that did not work too well and especially in light of the 1,000’s of Latino’s that he does employ and seem to love him? Ooops! Next.

OK, we get it, Donald Trump is going to make great deals or have others that can? But how? He won’t say. And he shouldn’t! If you want to make a deal or you need to send in the military, you start off with what you want to accomplish and know what the other side wants. You go after what you want from a position of strength! Even The Donald said, if they won’t give you want you want, you walk away. The last thing you want to broadcast to the other side or the enemy is, what, when and how you going to come! It’s called, LEVERAGE! Ooops! Next.

Alright, let’s get serious! Donald Trump is on the rise, he won’t go away, we can’t shut him up, ignore him, criticise, condemn, complain about or make fun him. OK, so let’s scare the hell out of everyone? Donald Trump is running for president because, he wants the power? So, in times of great trouble in our country right now, are we willing to give it to him? Hey, that sounds like CNN’s Republican consultant, Rick Wilson! Republican consultant? He sounds more like he is trying to get a Democrat elected to the White House. Check out what he says on CNN. Check out his often vile tweets on Twitter. This guy sounds crazier than the crazy he tries to make Trump out as! If I were CNN, I’d cut my losses and let him go! Scare everyone? Does not seem to be working as “Make America Great Again,” just keeps growing and growing and going and going like that Energizer Bunny. Once again—Ooops! Next.

What next? There is no next! It’s all up to Donald Trump how he proceeds, what he says and what he does. And of all the opinions (and there are many, many more), HOW is this Donald Trump phenomenon possible? Here is the real simple answer to what to look for. Think not about who you think he is. Do not even think about who he says he is. Look to what he has done and what he does. This provides a clear idea of what he will do in the future!

What has he done? Who is Donald Trump really?

Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!


Part 3 

Part 1 


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Posted by: Dahni | August 27, 2015

The Trump Card Part 1

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The Trump Card Part 1 of 5
by Dahni
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I believe that I finally ‘get’ Donald J. Trump? Perhaps this series of posts will help you understand him better, as well? But, most know that he is running for president as a Republican. Most know he is a very wealthy businessman and is a celebrity for such television programs as, ‘The Apprentice’ and his association with top beauty pageants. But what about the name or the word ‘trump?’

The word “trump” derives from “trionfi” or “triumph”, Remember that definition of the word as you continue reading, “triumph.” But “trionfi” is documented as the name of a card game in 1529, which later evolved to other games and Trinfo was the original name of the card game from which tarot cards were designed.

In many card games, a trump card is a particular suit such as hearts. If your last card played was, say an ace, from any of the other suits, even the lowest card (a 2) of hearts would “trump” all others. Sometimes as in the game of ‘Spades,’ spades is designated as, the trump suit. If you continue to read, perhaps you will begin to see that Donald J. Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!


Presidential politics and to choose a president of the United States is certainly NOT as simple as a game of cards nor should it be reduced to a card game! But again, remember the meaning of “trump” is to triumph! This is exactly what most of us want, to – triumph or have victory in our personal lives and for our country. This is a very serious matter! So, we need to have an understanding of the people that are running for the highest executive office in our country and in these series of posts particularly, Donald J. Trump (or as he is often called), “The Donald.” Along with the words “trump” and “triumph,” remember the word “executive” as in Chief Executive Officer (CEO), which every corporation has.


I find it a little strange that in our country, a businessman (an “executive) would be running for president. For one thing, I never really thought about government being a business. Whether it is or it’s not, it certainly has been run like one and be honest, it has been run poorly, for many, many years! And WE are teetering on the precipice of bankruptcy, financial ruin and WE could easily go over the edge into the abyss of oblivion and forgetfulness. I do not believe that was either an overstatement or something just to promote fear. This is, the current state of our government. We cannot continue to spend as we have with virtually nothing to show for it but debt! The bill will come due and that’s a fact!

Originally, government was designed to limit power. It was run like a not-for-profit business. There were no income taxes. Even the Supreme Court told the Congress that it was unconstitutional to tax the income of WE the People, but income could be taxed on those that work for the government. So the trick was to get US all on the government payroll. This is exactly what our government did! Don’t believe this? Look at the bottom of any IRS 1040 form where it reads: “under penalty of perjury…” That is a called a tacit oath and carries the same force as if you raised your right arm and swore or affirmed an oath. But I thought only the military, police, public servants and new citizens were required to take an oath? Apparently not. Do you work for the government? I don’t, but the government believes I do and you as well! Obviously, the government believed it required more money to operate. Go to the source. We used to be, the ONLY source. But the government really fixes nothing and still seems to think it needs more and more money, so it borrows from other countries and against the future of children that perhaps, haven’t even been thought about yet.

What are we to do? Did you also know that every one of us citizens are, “enemies of the state?” Look it up. We have been since 1933. Enemies of the state? This does not sound like the government works for us to me. Enemies of the state? Yep, and they can just come in without due process and seize us or whatever, whenever and without even a search warrant.

So, did this government grow to the largeness it is today because, the population grew? I don’t think so! Government grew to the size it is today, the largest employer in our country. Why? Because, it has been mostly because, our servants wanted it to grow. Yes, we each need to realize we each hold some of the responsibility too. WE have mostly given up and given in to where the government runs us. We serve it instead of it being the other way around. The truth, by the way, is, the government was designed and formed of US, by US and for US to serve US! WE were never supposed to serve the government!

Well, today, this business in a word is, corrupt (intentionally or not). But many of our presidents have been business people, including, our first president, George Washington. So it’s not surprising after all, a businessman would be running for president. And if government is a business and a corrupt business at that, who would be more qualified to fix it or run it than a successful businessman? And as his campaign slogan states — to, “Make America Great Again!”


“Make America Great Again?” Well, that’s pretty clear and simple. Some think its too simplistic; trite; been used before, all over the world (just change the country name); an unspecific? Mr. Trump himself, has empathized the word “Again,” in several speeches. The answer to WHY he’s running for president in part, was to a young child that asked him, “Why do you want to be president?” His simple answer was, “For You!” He went on to say, most of the adults in that room know what it was like to live in this country when it was great.” He told the child that he wanted him to grow up in a country where this was true for him and others as well. Donald Trump has said the emphasis is, on the word, “Again” because, we were once a great nation, the most powerful and prosperous country in the world. In my lifetime, I remember that! It’s not so much anymore. But is he just telling us what we want to hear or is this really his vision and his reason for running to — “Make America Great Again?”

OK, if you would want this country to be great again and or if you agree with this in part or in full, we need to understand as much as possible, about Donald J. Trump. Who is this person?

Trump is not only the “trump card” and the trump suit (spades), but he is holding all the cards!


Part 2


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Posted by: Dahni | July 28, 2015

Invasion of Privacy

by Dahni

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Whether you like wrestling or Hulk Hogan  (Terry Gene Bollea) or not, it is quite possible that you have heard of his recently revealed racial comments. These revealed and admitted comments led to the consequences of his name, images and accomplishments scrubbed from the website belonging to the WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment —  and his contract revoked. But do you know how this information came to light? You should know and you should be deeply concerned!

Facts are pesky things, but so is law and such a thing as the right to privacy.



By now, most major news outlets have reported the racially charged comments. An audio transcript of Hulk Hogan uttering racist comments was leaked to Radar Online and the National ENQUIRER, resulting in his termination from WWE. That transcript came from private audio that appeared on a private tape from 2012. That tape, of course, is at the center of a 100 million dollar litigation between Hulk Hogan and, which published excerpts of it.

The WWE parted company with Hogan apparently as preemptive damage control. His profile was removed from, along with the large amount of his namesake merchandise on the company’s online store. He had been active on television as the central judge on Tough Enough (USA network, as well as, working as an ambassador for the company.

WWE confirmed that Hogan’s contract was terminated in a statement on the morning of, 7/24/15:

“WWE terminated its contract with Terry Bollea (aka Hulk Hogan). WWE is committed to embracing and celebrating individuals from all backgrounds as demonstrated by the diversity of our employees, performers and fans worldwide.”

That all sounds nice and politically correct, but what about the illegal means, the violation of privacy that was used to make those decisions?

OK, those are facts, pesky facts, but pesky and facts.

It does not matter that I’m not a fan of wrestling. It does not matter that I met Hulk Hogan a few years ago, have his autograph and found him to be a very nice and polite man, a far cry from the persona he has designed and the controversies he has been a part of. But, none of that matters!

It does not matter if Gawker leaked the information or not. Someone(s) leaked private information!

It does not matter that Hulk Hogan has apologized and/or admitted to any of these remarks. They were obtained privately and released illegally!

If I were Hulk Hogan, I would keep my mouth shut admit nothing and go after Gawker, if there is evidence that they illegally obtained and released this information. I would sue Vince McMahon, chairman and chief executive officer (CEO) of the WWE. I would sue the WWE for wrongful termination or breech of contract. I would sue Radar, the National ENQUIRER and any and all other news media and all individuals that have reported on private information and released it to the public!

At least all the news media should have vetted this information and ran it through their legal departments. And, ABC, CBS, CNBC, CNN, Fox, NBC, and etc. all have one! Having legal departments means that they all have lawyers. The lawyers most of all, should have known better than to publicly release private information!

“A lawyer should maintain high standards of professional conduct and should encourage fellow lawyers to do likewise. He should be temperate and dignified, and he should refrain from all illegal and morally reprehensible conduct. Because of his position in society, even minor violations of law by a lawyer may tend to lessen public confidence in the legal profession. Obedience to law exemplifies respect for law. To lawyers especially, respect for the law should be more than a platitude.”

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American Bar Association Model Code of Professional Responsibility (1983)

Now, I could not find the above referenced in a more later version or amended American Bar Association Code of Professional Responsibility, but I just can’t imagine that what I have quoted from them has substantially changed or has been reversed!

I am not defending Hulk Hogan. As a former member of the press and an investigative reporter, I cannot condone the media for reporting and profiting from this controversy. I am quite familiar with the F.O.I. (Freedom of Information) and proper requests to obtain information by use of an F.O.I. This does NOT apply in this situation as the public does NOT need to know private information that was illegally obtained!

Hulk Hogan needs to do what he needs to do, but I need to forget this information because, it is private and has been obtained and released illegally!

Sure, it sounds like the law only protects the guilty, but that is neither true nor the intention of the right to privacy. Just imagine if this was about you and absolutely none of it was true, but public opinion made you guilty from information that was false because, it had no right to it because, it was private.

For me, this is all summed up perfectly, in a video clip from the Andy Griffith show.


The U. S. Constitution contains no express right to privacy. The Bill of Rights, however, reflects the concern of James Madison and other framers for protecting specific aspects of privacy, such as the privacy of beliefs (1st Amendment), privacy of the home against demands that it be used to house soldiers (3rd Amendment), privacy of the person and possessions as against unreasonable searches (4th Amendment), and the 5th Amendment’s privilege against self-incrimination, which provides protection for the privacy of personal information.  In addition, the Ninth Amendment states that the “enumeration of certain rights” in the Bill of Rights “shall not be construed to deny or disparage other rights retained by the people.”  The meaning of the Ninth Amendment is elusive, but some persons (including Justice Goldberg in his Griswold concurrence) have interpreted the Ninth Amendment as justification for broadly reading the Bill of Rights to protect privacy in ways not specifically provided in the first eight amendments.

All of us have the right to privacy!


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Posted by: Dahni | July 4, 2015

Good Morning USA

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Good Morning USA,

What’s offending, You today?


Is it that these three, barely exist

or that a remnant, still persist?

Is it that WE do NOT know each other

or WE are impatient, for it all to smother?

Is it that WE were ever united

or the fire has been ignited?


From 1776 and 1789, for 239 and 226 years respectively

Through hell and back, these three have stood collectively

Are all just separate relics of the past, WE’d just soon forget

Are all meaningless scraps of paper and cloth, We surely and sorely regret?


Good Morning USA,

What’s offending, You today?


Is it that WE’ve traded, for all our wants and security

or that we deserve NOT— Life, Happiness and Liberty?


Good Morning USA,

What’s offending, You today?


Posted by: Dahni | May 16, 2015

BB & Lucille

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Influences and how things live on could have been my title here? But influences are about men and women, one by one, all at the right time and place when they are needed. One by one, it is a few that alter the course of the lives of many. And here, this is about one man and one guitar named, B.B. and Lucille.

In the 19th century, inventions, crude by our standards today were born. In particular, I am referring to the recording of image and sound and the transmission of the these visuals and sounds. The 19th century might have been the birth, but these all grew up in the 20th century. With the ability to overdub, and multi-tracking and various mediums to store it, we can listen to sound, whenever we want. After electricity became the mainstay in the United States and then the world, microphones could be used to record sound ‘LIVE.’ This made it possible, for us to hear sound like it was happening, when and where it was happening and without our having to be there. And with radio, moving pictures or motion pictures, and television, we could hear and see something ‘LIVE.’ With recorded sound and the storage mediums to delivery it, motion pictures and television to see and hear it, the telephone to tell people about it, the Internet and social media to spread it, and all of these grew up in the 20th century. And as wonderful as all these things then and now were and are, it is music that grew up which is, probably the most significant and important thing of our lives then and now. With these influences, we did not have to be there and miss stuff, but with recorded visuals and sounds, we can be there again and again!

Images we see may call up other images (stills or animated) stored in our memories. Sounds may bring back other images and other sounds of our mind’s recorded past. But music, ahh music, it can trigger every one of our five senses and every emotion we felt when we first heard it and perhaps, every time we do.

In the 19th century, Jazz was born and it grew up in the 20th Century. It is called one of America’s original “art forms.” Out of these were born and grew, the blues and rock n’ roll, two more of our “original art forms.” All three were born and grew up in the black American community. I love all kinds of music and maybe because, I was born and grew up here, I am prone to favor these three. But if I had to choose just one, It would have to be the blues.

In order for there to be music, there has to be musicians and songwriters. If sung, there must be lyricists and singers. Sometimes, all come together from the same source. All my favorites grew up in the 20th century. My three favorite guitarists grew up in the 20th century. I grew up in the 20th century. I would not have known classic music if it were not for cartoons of the 20th century. My parents loved big band and swing, the soloists like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra among others. I heard this music, but it was not until I was older that I learned to appreciate these like I do now. And it prepared me for the likes of Chris Botti and Michael Buble among others that currently carry-on from their influences like Miles Davis and Frank Sinatra. But I grew up with B.B. King and Lucille!

It has been said that you can’t write the blues, unless you’ve had them or have got them. Maybe you can’t love hearing the blues, unless you’ve had them or you’ve got them. There is some jazz I don’t quite get and some rock I don’t particularly care for, but I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a blues song that I did not love. But jazz, rock and the blues all grew out of what was called, ‘negro spirituals.’ Whatever the situation, it was depth of feeling being expressed. B.B. King says it best!


“The blues was bleeding the same blood as me.”

 B.B. King



B.B. & Lucille


Long before the two men he greatly influenced (my other two favorite guitarists), Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton, I was growing up with B.B. King and Lucille. I never got to see and hear any of these men in concert. But there is a plethora of their recorded music, ‘Live’ recordings and videos! But I wonder if like I once did not know, I wonder how many people know, how many people, B.B. King has influenced and still does?

Who was this man, B.B. King?

B.B. King – September 16, 1925, born Riley B. King,  was an American blues singer, songwriter and guitarist.

On May 1st, 2015 he sent the following message to his fans, by way of his website.

“I am in home hospice care at my residence in Las Vegas. Thanks to all for your well wishes and prayers.”

B.B. King

According to the official statement on his website,, he died peaceably in his sleep at 9:40 pm PT, May 14th, 2015. He was 89.

Rolling Stone magazine ranked him at No. 3 on its 2003 list of the 100 greatest guitarists of all time.  He was ranked No. 17 in Gibson’s “Top 50 Guitarists of All Time.”

According to Edward M. Komara, King “introduced a sophisticated style of soloing based on fluid string bending and shimmering vibrato that would influence virtually every electric blues guitarist that followed.” Many tried to be like him, the guitarist from Fleetwood Mac was close, but there was no one like B.B. King!

King was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1987. He is considered one of the most influential blues musicians of all time, earning the nickname “The King of Blues,” and one of the “Three Kings of the Blues Guitar” (along with Albert King and Freddie King).

King was also known for performing tirelessly throughout his musical career, appearing at more than 200 concerts per year on average into his 70s. In 1956, he reportedly appeared at 342 shows. And why? Let his own words answer!

“Yes, I could have retired when I was 65 and could have lived comfortably from then on—but that’s not the point. The point now is because I love to play.”

 B.B. King

In 1990, King was awarded the National Medal of Arts by President George H.W. Bush. In 2006, he received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President George W. Bush He is widely regarded as one of the most influential blues guitarists of all time, inspiring countless other electric blues and blues rock guitarists.

   “It seemed as if he’d go on forever — and B.B. King was working right up until the end. It’s what he loved to do: playing music, and fishing. Even late in life, living with diabetes, he spent about half the year on the road.”

“He played on street corners before heading to Memphis, Tenn., where he stayed with his cousin, the great country blues man Bukka White. His career took off thanks to radio; he got a spot on the radio show of Sonny Boy Williamson II, then landed his own slot on black-run WDIA in Memphis. He needed a handle. At first it was Beale Street Blues Boy. Then Blues Boy King. Finally B.B. King stuck.” 

excerpts from ‘B.B. King, Legendary Blues Guitarist, Dies At 89’ by Tom Cole, Editor Arts Desk, NPR


Besides his name sticking, the name Lucille stuck too. In 1949, in Twist, Arkansas, B.B. was there to play for a dance. He was in his twenties and his first guitar was about a $30 acoustic. Not worth much? And what about the place where he played?

“They would take something that looked like a big garbage pail, half fill it with kerosene, light that fuel [and] set it in the middle of the dance floor.”

B.B. King

Well, on that night, a fight broke out between two men, and the pail was knocked over.

 “It spilled on the floor, it looked like a river fire,” the guitarist said. “And everyone started to run for the front door.” And that included, B.B. King.

He made it to safety, but then he realized he left his guitar inside and ran back in to get it, blazing; roaring flames and all. He raced back inside to retrieve it even as the wooden building, he said, “started to fall in around me.” B.B., claimed, “Almost lost my life, rushing back into the nightclub.” 

Having survived this ordeal and having rescued his guitar, he would later name it, “to remind me never to do a thing like that again!” B.B. King

The next day, he learned that two men had died in the blaze. The whole train of events started with a fight between them, over a woman that worked at the club. And what do you suppose her name was?

So, B.B. King decided to name his guitar Lucille, as a reminder to never do something as foolish as he did then, ever again, and to never get into a fight, over a woman!

It is said that B.B. King had as many a 16 guitars and each one he named, Lucille. 

“The sound he got out of her was what set him apart. Playing high up on the neck, he’d push a string as he picked it, bending the note to make it cry. He didn’t burn a lot of fast licks, but you could feel each note he played. Nobody sounded like B.B. King,”  

He was inducted into the Blues Foundation Hall of Fame in 1984 and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in ’87. He was so beloved that he received honorary degrees from the Berklee College of Music as well as Yale and Brown universities, among others.

In 1970, he scored a crossover hit with “The Thrill Is Gone.” It’s the tune everyone knows — classic B.B. King: Lucille’s piercing single notes punctuating each phrase.” 

“The thrill is gone.
The thrill is gone away from me.
Although I’ll still live on,
But so lonely I’ll be. “

B.B. King

 excerpts from ‘B.B. King, Legendary Blues Guitarist, Dies At 89’ by Tom Cole, Editor Arts Desk, NPR


Two Kings – Elvis Presley and B.B. King


B.B. King was a great influence to Elvis Presley. They met and played together. Presley may have been the first white rocker to spread the gospel of the blues to a wide audience, but right behind him were the Rolling Stones, whose name itself evolved from a Muddy Waters tune. King opened for them on their historic 1969 tour of America, and in his recent book, Blues Odyssey, Stones bassist Bill Wyman recalls the impression the guitarist had on him.

“The thing that always stunned me about his playing was the way he would hammer it out and then just go down to a whisper.”


Jimi Hendrix & B.B. King LIVE jam, 1968

In 1968, Jimi Hendrix and B.B. King played together in a ‘LIVE’ jam at the Generation Club in New York City. This club may have been the inspiration for Hendrix to form his Electric Ladyland Studio, to do live recordings with other artists. By the way, the first name of Jimi’s mother is, Lucille. Videos of this ‘jam’ are available on, You Tube.

In England for a time, there were signs and people were saying, “Clapton is God.” Jimi Hendrix went to England and somehow was able to jam with Eric Clapton. Clapton was totally blown away! Hendrix was, “a force of Nature!” But both of these men were influenced by The King,

B.B. King!

And there are at least ten names (maybe more) that might have never been known, had it not been for B.B. King:

 * Allman Brothers * Cream * Fleetwood Mac * Jimi Hendrix * Johnny Winter* Paul Butterfield  * Robert Cray * Santana  *  Stevie & Jimmy Ray Vaughn *  ZZ Top  

B.B. King greatly influenced the Beatles. His influence continues. Someone once told John Mayer, “Mayer, you sound like Eric Clapton. ” Mayer didn’t even blink and just simply, clearly and enthusiastically replied, “Thank You!”

“He was a beacon for all of us who love this kind of music. If you’re not familiar with his work, I would encourage you to go out and find an album called B.B. King Live at the Regal, which is where it all really started for me as a young player.”

 Eric Clapton

Clapton did get the opportunity to voice his appreciation of King’s talent when the two collaborated on 2000’s Running With the King, which won the Grammy that year for best traditional blues album. In the CD’s liner notes, both guitarists rave about how the project was a long-unfulfilled dream come true. The question is: why did it take so long for them to make it happen?

“Well, for one thing,” notes King, “we were both with different companies, and these conglomerates are quite, oh, selfish, I guess—they don’t like to let the artists go and do things on other labels. And I think that’s the way our companies were; they weren’t too particular about sharin’ each of us with anyone else. Then our managers were finally able to convince them that it would be a good idea to do. But Clapton and I have been friends since we first met back in the ’60s. “I’ve always wanted to do something with him, but it’s like, you don’t ask friends to do things all the time—because you’re friends, you know what I mean? But I always wanted to, and when I heard him tell [TV’s] Larry King that he would like to do something with me, man, I was on cloud nine.”

B.B. King


Eric Clapton at the wheel with his Fender ‘strat’ in the front seat and B.B. King with ‘Lucille’ (a Gibson guitar) in the back.


The original Lucille was stolen, way back around 1950.

“I think the people that stole it didn’t know what they had. I offered up to $10,000 just to give it back, but they never did.”

B.B. King

 $10,000.00 for a $30 dollar guitar? It must have been pretty important to B.B.!

In his lifetime, he had has his own line of signature-model guitars built by Gibson, so anyone with enough money can buy a ‘Lucille’ of their own. “Of course, it’s not gonna sound like B.B.’s, ’cause you just can’t buy that magic touch. – unknown

To all the racists, race bait-ers, the knee-jerk reactors to the so-called under-privileged, the liberal minded lucky-pity-the-no-luck people, the quilt ridden white privileged, the seemingly perpetual ever expecting and accepting welfare recipients, the politically correct-incorrect crowd, and the anti-religious and the religious fanatics, —it’s NOT about the color of your skin, slavery of this country’s history, education, background, where you grew up or even poverty. Success or failure has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE COLOR OF SKIN! There are people born into riches that have never earned them. There are people that have become wealthy on the backs of the work of others or from the hurts of others. Neither of these would I waste my time, to even give them the time of day. They mean nothing to me! B.B. King was, about as dark skinned and as poor as poor can be. He loved what he did, despite where he came from or the color of his skin. He daily gave his thanks and shared it with people like me, all over the world. It’s the color of your life, the color of your work ethics and the color of the music of your life that changes a life and touches the whole world!

In closing, If you could hear me B.B., I just want to thank you and Lucille, for all you have done for me personally and for all you have contributed to the world! RIP my dear, dear friend. And I call you my friend though we never met because, that’s how you made me feel. The “Thrill” will never be gone!” We have everything you left us and we still have Lucille!

           B.B. King and Lucille

B.B. King and Lucille


Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | April 4, 2015

Happy Good WTF?

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WTF? Exactly, WTF!

Oh no, you didn’t! You did not just upload a black, dark, nothing image! Why yes, yes I did. At least in art, we need the dark to show the light. And sadly, about many things, most of us are, “in the dark.”

If you think those three capital letters mean what you think they mean, they don’t, at least NOT here. Here they simply are the abbreviation, for: What The Friday (WTF). 🙂


Oh, I get it, this is about ‘Good Friday,’ right?

Even as a child, I could never understand, what was supposed to be, so good about today. Oh, sure, I had the day off from school and many people had the day off from work. But other than these two things, what was or is, supposed to be, good about this today? Oh, right, I was just a child, kids are not supposed to understand!?

Regrettably, darkness is, what we are familiar with. This is what I was taught as a child. So, if something else comes along, we automatically tend to associate it with something very, very suspicious.!

Well, when I got older and became an adult (at least chronologically). 🙂

I became even more confused than when I was young! But I did come to understand one thing. The main reason I was so mixed up when young was because, the adults that were teaching and preaching and continuing these myths, didn’t understand it; don’t understand it themselves!

OK, here simply is how I was taught and how children are still being taught and by adults as confused as they ever have been.

The so-called ‘Good Friday,’ including the capital letters to indicate its importance as a holiday, was about the death of Jesus Christ. What does a holiday have to do with someone being beaten beyond recognition of even being human or by his own mother and was later crucified slowly, painfully and horribly– have to do with a holiday? What’s a holiday? Oh, you mean it was, is a “holy day,” from which the word holiday is derived? OK, that makes sense, but what was “holy about it.”

There was this “last supper,” thing with Jesus and all his apostles, including Judas that would betray him and Peter that would deny him “thrice” before the cock crowed “twice.” Ahh, isn’t thrice or three, X 2 = 6 and not three? Do you see why I was confused? Any way, Jesus is having a supper. In all accounts of this, even in the new testament books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, it says that they were “sitting.” Ancient customs which are still practiced today indicate that this is how such a meal was had. There was a low table where the food and drink sat to be readily available to everyone in the room. People sat around on pillows on the floor. Well, that make sense to me and lines up perfectly with the Biblical records with the word “sitting.” But that’s not what I was taught nor what is still being taught. Oh no, this last supper was supposed to have been Jesus sharing the Passover, one last time with his apostles. Passover? But isn’t Passover supposed to be eaten, standing?

There were specific instructions as to what, when, where, how and to whom this Passover, this holy day was to be conducted and if you are Jewish, you are still supposed to do theses things.

Passover was instituted by God through Moses to the 12 tribes of the children of Israel. About the ONLY thing modern day people have nearly correct is the “time” of the year this feast was to be celebrated. It all goes down hill after that.

The Passover lamb had to be male. It had to be in its “first year,” not second, third or any other year, other than, the “first year.” It had to be “without spot or blemish” (no impurities in the bloodline, disease or mutations etc.). It had to be the best of the best possible lambs. It had to be killed in the evening. The blood of the lamb was to be sprinkled on their doors to indicate that the “destroyer” that killed all the first-sons of Egypt, would “pass over” every house where the blood was found. The meal of lamb and bitter herbs had to be eaten “standing” and with their staff in hand to indicate that they were to eat it in “haste,” (quickly). All of Israel were required to partake of the Passover.

There were other requirements as to how this Passover was to be “prepared.” Quite simply, it was called, the “Day of Preparation.”

The laws of Israel forbade anyone from doing servile work, touching any unclean thing, touching death, and among other things I may have missed. You would not be allowed to travel on the weekly Sabbath (which we call Sunday) or any holy day (holiday) other than the distance from your home to the temple and then back home. This was called a, “Sabbath’s day journey.”

In ancient times, the Sabbath fell on Saturday. A special “high” or “holy day” could occur on any particular day in a given calendar year, For example, many celebrate Christmas, but it could occur on any day of the week including, Sunday. On those days other than Sunday, Christmas would have precedence or be given greater importance than that of just the weekly Sunday. The same could be said, during ancient times. If the Passover fell on any other day than on the weekly Sabbath or their Saturday, it was a special high or holy day, but it was still called, a Sabbath day.

The ancient reckoning on time began the new day at sunset, not as we begin ours at midnight. The first day of the week was Sunday, following the weekly Sabbath on Saturday.

So, putting this all together, the day before the Passover was the day of Preparation. Those involved with the preparation had to complete their service and preparations and be “clean” in order for them to partake of the Passover the following day. So this took some time. It all had to be done BEFORE sunset, which began the next day, the Passover Day. The lamb dinner was to be eaten at “even” in the evening or at or about sunset. So from say 6 PM on a day, these preparations could only be completed in less than 24 hours or until around 6 PM of the following day which began at sunset when the meal was to be eaten.

So I was confused as to how Jesus Christ could have ever eaten this last Passover with his apostles, sitting down.

At the last supper, Judas Iscariot left and went out to betray Jesus. Now Dante’s Inferno places him in the lowest regions of hell, for this betrayal as I’m sure most Christians believe that he went straight to hell. Well, why then was Judas the treasurer and given so much responsibility if he did not have natural talent, ability, leadership and skill? Did he or did he not also, go out with the other 11 on more than one occasion and perform signs miracles and wonders? Does not the pronoun change in the book of Acts from the 12 to “men of Galilee?” Only Judas was NOT a Galilean. But would not prior to this, have made him a witness of the resurrection of Jesus Christ? Did not Judas believe? He believed Jesus was the true Messiah, the Savior, the real-deal. But he was also, looking for a political savior to establish his kingdom on earth and overthrow Rome. But this was not the time. But Judas did not know that. I believe he was just trying to force Jesus to be then, what he believed him to be. But he was wrong and he could not forgive himself of the guilt from having betrayed, “innocent blood.” You can believe whatever you want, but I believe I will see Judas in heaven some day. I believe that the works he did with the spirit of God upon him, outweighs the work he did with the spirit of evil within him!

And Peter, of whom the entire Roman Catholic Church rest their belief of Apostolic succession on him, him who not three times, but 6 times denied Jesus before the cock crowed. Excuse, me don’t roosters usually crow early in the morning? Does not morning follow night?

Jesus once said to Peter, you are Peter = a small tiny grain of stone or sand that blows with every direction of the wind, hot and cold. The Greek word used is petros. But Jesus said upon this rock (meaning himself), I will build my church. The Greek word used is Petra, a big unmovable rock or stone. But I’m not so hard on just Judas and Peter. All his disciples fled and stayed locked up in their homes out of “fear,” until Jesus is his resurrected body appeared before them and told them to “Wait for the promise of the Father,” daily in the temple for the 5 hours of prayer each day, until the Day of Pentecost (50 days after his death, resurrection and ascension).

Ok, Ok, maybe Jesus didn’t eat that last Passover with his apostles? So they were sitting there eating, Judas leaves and betrays Jesus and then later he and the rest go to the Garden of Gethsemane to pray. Jesus tells them to wait and goes to pray alone. Twice he returns and find them all asleep. Then Judas points him out to the roman soldiers by a kiss of respect? A kiss? If it were me, I’d had hid behind some rock where Jesus could not see me and tell the soldiers, “that’s him, right there.” Judas believed he was doing the right thing, but he was wrong.

It was night. This is illegal! There is no record of any warrant for his arrest, no legal papers of any kind, just orders from their superiors. All night long he is taken back and forth from one secret and illegal court after another. His own country men were involved, including the ruling body of Israel the Sanhedrin (70) including, even Saul of Tarsus that would later become the Apostle Paul who wrote the 7 church epistles that all the word of God was then complete. Yep, this same person cast his vote to have Jesus Christ crucified.

All night long there were mock trials with false witnesses. They even had trouble getting false witnesses to make up stuff. They were full of fear. They were afraid of Jesus in exposing their corruption. They were afraid of the Romans. Fear and quilt and fear of their own laws, guided their every action. They wanted this man dead, but they needed the Roman Empire to do it. He was brought before Pilate the governor, the representative of the Roman empire to this region of the empire. He found no cause that he should be crucified. His own wife from a dream, told her husband to have “nothing to do with this man.” He sent Jesus Back to Herod. Herod sent him back to Pilate. Pilate knew that he could pardon Jesus. But his own people wanted him dead. To appease them, he had Jesus scourged with a whip of several leather strips tied with jagged bone or stones to tear the flesh off of the body. You might think this cruel and it was, but Pilate was trying to save this man’s life, this man whom he could have ordered to be crucified. But Jesus’ his own people wanted him crucified. Pilate tried to instead, have Barabbas crucified. He was a known and convicted murderer, but the people cried even more, that Jesus should be the one. Pilate questioned Jesus. He knew that he could still pardon and release Jesus, despite what the people cried. People have made Pilate out to be a weak-willed man that just caved in to religious and political pressure, but consider what he did.

Pilate questions Jesus. Like a lamb before its slaughter (not knowing what is going to happen), Jesus does not answer. Jesus does know what is going on. Pilate asks him even more directly, are you who they say you are. Jesus answers, “You say!” Later we learn that before all the people and before Jesus is led away to be crucified, Pilate washes his hands in water and basically shows that he is innocent of this man’s innocent blood. What did this really represent? Pilate as the representative of Rome had the power of life and death, but it had to be by the law. If Jesus would have just bowed before Pilate, kissed his signet ring or in some other manner received the protection of Rome by gesture of a sworn oath, obedience to Rome, Pilate could have spared his life. But when he asked Jesus, are you who they say you are and Jesus replied, with, “You say,” Pilate knew that he had no sworn oath from Jesus. He knew Jesus was not going to swear an oath . And he also knew that if he (Pilate) falsely accused Jesus, that he himself would be guilty of perjury and subject to the same end. Pilate did what he was legally required to do and had no other choice, but to do. He marveled that Jesus would rather die free, than live under the rule of anyone other than God.

Still, what does any of this cruelty, treason, denial, savagery, lies and evil have to do with anything remotely, “good?”

So, Jesus is led away to be crucified with “others,” (plural word = more than just one or two), that were also to be crucified with him. Rome wanted to completely humiliate people and basically show that their god(s) were bigger than your gods. They even made the captives carry their own instruments of death. Jesus starts out carrying his. He falls down and some other person in the wrong place and at the wrong time is compelled to bear this symbol of death. Well, this act would certainly prevent Simon from participating in the Passover (or so he thought)!

If your have followed this, thus far, this day has to be the Preparation Day, the day before the Passover. More clear understanding and a whole less lot of confusion follows. So, the to-be-crucified, get to Golgotha, which is outside the city of Jerusalem, but it is in a prominent place where all can see. Then they all were forced to lay down and were tied to the tree they were dragging along the parade route to Golgotha. Parade route? Well sure, Rome wanted to make sure everyone got the point that they were the master of the universe! But all these men Each stake was carved out or notched out at they base so, this notch could support their weight when standing. Their legs were tied together and around the trunk of the tree. Their hands were tied above their heads and around the tree. They were tied around their midriff or middle to help support them. These leafless, branch less, limbless tree were then propped up and dropped into previously dug holes.

WTF5For Jesus, they had something even better (worse)! He as the others, were tied around the midriff, to the tree, to support his body weight. His knees were slightly bent so he could still raise up and down to a degree. His heels were made to rest against the notched base of the tree to support his weight. His feet were held together and one stake was driven through them and into the tree. His arms were held up slightly bent and his hands, palm-side out were held together and one stake was driven through about the center of the palms and into the tree. This tree was then propped up and dropped into the previously dug hole, deep enough to support the tree and then man on it.

The Romans were excellent in torture. They knew how to humiliate and how to hurt, but still prolong death, for as long as possible. The precise location between the feet and hands of Jesus, just happen to be the best way to attach a body to a tree without them ripping out and the precise location, of a concentration of nerves, which delivered excruciating pain. I still do not find anything “good” about any of this that would elevate it to the status of a holiday with the name of— “Good Friday!”

So, those other(s) which were led with Jesus, what about them? In one place they are called “robbers” and in another, “thieves.” Same thing right, after all, there was only two, right? Then people came by and mocked Jesus and spit on him. Then the other(s) crucified with him do the same thing, except for one that defends Jesus and tells the rest that they basically deserve their fates, but Jesus has done nothing wrong. Then he turns to Jesus and asks him to remember him. Jesus promises him that he will and one day that this man will be with him in paradise. Not that day, but some day! Just an apostrophe (which was not in any original text) enables this to be interpreted as, that day instead of, one day in the future. After all, no one wants to stay dead after they’ve died. But that one tiny little added (,), makes the difference between— truth and error.

Time passes. At some point, Pilate orders a sign to be nailed above Jesus that he was the king of the Judeans. Pilate never said he was, but this is what was said of him. Pilate was not guilty of falsely saying that Jesus was a king, in having this sign put up. Under the orders of a gentile was, this proclamation made. Jesus’s own people had rejected him as their king. But a sign, nailed to the tree above his hands and his head, would give this the appearance of a cross IF, you want to call it that? I don’t! I call it a sign, nailed to a dead tree.

Then, it gets spooky-dark and quiet. Then, Jesus cries with a loud voice that even though he is doing God’s will, that even though he has the assistance of about 72,000 angels that can pull him off that tree if he wants them to, but that somehow God cannot stand the sight of sin and forsakes him? Yes, I can read and I have read from the gospels and the Old Testament accounts where what he supposedly said was, “My God…why have you forsaken me?”

I don’t know what you have heard that Jesus cried that day, but it was NOT a cry of horror, of being forsaken and of defeat! It does not matter if other texts show something else. It does not matter if anyone agrees about those other texts or have seen them. But a Psalmist wrote a psalm that sid, even if he made his bed in hell, God was still with him. I am quite sure that the one who wrote those words, by God, did not always do God’s will and God never forsook him. Jesus Christ always did God’s will, even to die on this tree. Where do you think God was? If this was your son and he did deserve to die, where would you be? I’d be with my son, no matter what! Oh no, this was NOT a cry of defeat, but a cry of VICTORY! Victory? OK, well then maybe, just something’s good about this “Good Friday,” after all? Don’t count on that being true!

Here is where my childhood confusion continued and this confusion is still confusing people TODAY. The soldiers came to break the legs of these crucified people. Why? Because it was the Preparation Day, the day before the Passover. These men had to be dead and buried BEFORE sunset which began the Passover. Dealing with corpses is unpleasant work for most anyone. I don’t think the Roman soldiers cared about whether or not their order were on the right day or not. Their orders came from others that did not want to offend the people that were getting ready to celebrate a holy day, the Day of Passover. But why were they under orders to break the legs of the condemned?

The crucifixion was not supposed to kill them, just to humiliate them and make them suffer, for as long as possible. So, by breaking their legs, they could no longer support their weight on those trees and they would have died very quickly, due to asphyxiation! OK, makes sense, but what supposedly happens next, sure does NOT!

The soldiers came to the first and broke his legs and he soon dies. Then, they somehow bypass Jesus, skip him entirely, close their eyes and walk around him or something stupid like this and broke the other(s) legs and he dies. Then when they came to Jesus, they realize that he was dead already. They marveled at that! How could he have been dead already? Why were the soldiers so amazed by this? I don’t know, maybe they weren’t on duty to see all that was done to Jesus from the time Judas betrayed him, and when he was captured and tortured and there was no record of him having eaten anything, given any water or allowed to sleep from somewhere, for around 24 hours. Maybe they did not know what Jesus had already been through?

Maybe the soldiers did not actually look at this ‘thing’ on the tree that could not be recognized as being human? Maybe they pierced his side to make sure he was dead and not just passed out? Maybe their training and experience with crucifixion made them marvel because, he was not supposed to die, until after they broke his legs? Maybe they were angry that they did not get to break his legs and kill Jesus? I don’t know, why? And when was not knowing WHY, replaced with just making up stuff or accepting anything by “faith.” I did not ever get that memo! Not knowing why is, just honest, but it does motivate one to find out.

No, I do know know why the soldiers marveled at Jesus being dead so soon. But I do know that as a child, I was taught and I saw pictures that that there were three crosses and the one in the center was, the one that bore Jesus. Well, these were NOT crosses, they were all stakes or upright trees stripped and notched and dropped into holes. Then those soldiers broke one pair of legs then the other and when they got to Jesus, he was already dead. But even the Biblical record from which all these stories sprang, uses the word “midst” (middle) and not the word “between.” I can be between a rock and a hard place, but not in the middle of a rock and a hard place. I can be between you and another person, but I would be in the middle of a crowd, If the word “midst” is used (and it is) and it means middle (which it does) then, this previously confused bunch of crap, begins to make sense.

The soldiers came to the first type of criminal and broke his legs and he died. Then they came to another type of criminal and broke his legs and he died. Then they came to Jesus in the “midst” (middle) and found him to be dead already, before moving down the line and breaking the legs of the other two criminals. Other two? Yes. Jesus in the “midst” and on either side of him, two of the same kinds of criminals. Then on the other side of those two, two other kinds of criminals, guilty of the same type of crime, but different than the other two criminals.



Three crosses or Five trees?

So anyway, Jesus is dead and he is taken down to be buried. His body was actually placed into two different tombs. Because, since the time was approaching the Passover, his body could not be sufficiently prepared for burial. He was left in this tomb and after the Sabbath(s), people would return to bury him properly. Meanwhile, a member of the Sanhedrin, begs Pilate to release the body of Jesus to him. This makes Joseph of Arimathea, look pretty suspicious. Pilate could have had him arrested and charged with treason (guilty by association), but he did not. He released the body of Jesus to this man. Joseph of Arimathea had his own troubles with Israel to contend with. He would be guilty of at least two criminal acts. He would be touching a dead body and would not be ceremonially clean to partake in the Passover. He would also, be guilty of, not preparing the body of Jesus properly, for burial. Why did he do these things?

Why did he risk so much like his life, his reputation, his job, the possibility of being kicked out of the temple and not being able to buy or sell stuff? People, if they were to see him (if he would have been ostracized), were to cross the road and not even walk near him. And these same consequences would befall his family and maybe even his friends too? Why did he risk everything? I don’t know? Maybe he believed that God would raise Jesus from the dead? Maybe he did not believe there was any reason to properly prepare the body because, this body was going to get up in three days anyway? I don’t know why, Joesph did what he did?

But I do know, like Simon that was forced to carry the tree after Jesus fell and was unfit and unclean to partake in the Passover, Joseph too, was in for a huge surprise, but it was NOT on— “Good Friday.”

Why was Jesus NOT hanging on a cross, but a tree? Tree? What tree? The old testament said, “cursed” is anyone that hangs on a tree. This tree was nothing more than a phallic symbol. It was like an ancient ‘one fingered salute,’ as if to say, “Hey god or gods, here’s one of yours, you want em’ come and get em!’ Or another way, similar to what kids sometimes say, “My Dad’s (or Rome’s god(s)) is bigger than your Dad’s (your god or gods)!

Have you ever wondered why, there are four so-called gospels of Jesus Christ, in the New Testament of the Bible? Gospel? Did Jesus write a gospel? Well, I have the red-letter edition of the Bible, you know, with all the words of Jesus in red? But did Jesus write even one, not to mention four? What four? You know, Mathew, Mark, Luke and John?

Oh, people and scholars and experts have been arguing about this for centuries. Many people believe this is just further proof that the whole Bible thing was just made-up nonsense, by people, NOT authored by, any god? It’s all just myths, interpolations and interpretations? It’s just a story? It’s just one among the many world religions used to control the masses by guilt, intimidation and fear? It’s not based on ANY evidence, logic or real science? Why, just these four books alone are, so FULL of contradictions and prove there really is— NO God? Contradictions? Like what?

Besides, what we have already looked at, how about the day that Jesus, supposedly died? After all, isn’t this, as in today, right now– “Good Friday”? And isn’t it supposed to be, the day Jesus died? By the way, I still find nothing “good” about someone dying on a particular day or any day really, even if it is deserved!

But his death was spoken of as a sign that Jesus would be the savior. Like Jonas was in the belly of a whale, for three days and three nights, so would Jesus be, three days and three nights in technically, hell, the kingdom of the dead. Hell? Yes, you know, where everyone there is, DEAD. 🙂

OK, suppose you don’t buy the Jonas big fish story? Legally, in ancient times, to declare anyone dead, they had to be dead, for literally, 72 hours or three days and three nights. OK, explain to me the math of this? How can, from sometime Friday until Jesus is supposedly resurrected from the dead sometime on Sunday, be three days and three nights? HOW are you going to get three days and three nights, out of that? What, Christians can’t count to three? I guess not. Even if Mary Magdalene came early in the morning, on Monday, to the tomb and found the stone rolled away and it empty,  if that was the beginning of the week as we think of it today, three days and three nights still won’t work out! Mary would have had to come later in the day, for 72 hours, the legal death requirement, for that to work out! But Oh, it says she came early in the morning.

So, OK, why were there, four Gospels written? In the Old Testament, it was prophesized that the coming Messiah or Savior would have four attributes. These would be signs that he was the one. For each attribute, the word “branch,” was included and along with the personal pronoun “My,” referring to God. In other words, “My branch” or God’s branch. A branch is something separate from the main part of the tree. God and this “branch” are not the same, but are connected to each other. Of this “branch,” it is said in the Old Testament, these four attributes, these four signs of “his coming” are: “My Messiah the branch,” My servant the branch,” “My man the branch,” and “My son the branch.”

You may search, for yourselves or use a concordance, but just look at certain words in the four gospels. These words are: “messiah” or “king”, “servant”, “man” and “son”. Matthew uses the words, “Messiah” and “King”, more often than the other three, all combined. It also, has a genealogy which traces Mary’s, (the mother of Jesus) linage, all the way back to David the King. Jesus was the legal heir to be, the King of Judah.

In the book of Mark, the word “servant” is used, more times than all the other three combined. There is no genealogy in Mark. The genealogies of servants, were not kept or considered important.

In the book of Luke, the word “Man” is used, more times than in the other three gospels, all total. Luke has a genealogy that traces the linage of Jesus Christ, all the way back to Adam, the first man. In the book of Romans, Jesus Christ is called, “the second Adam.”

In the book of John, the word “son” is found, with greater frequency than the totality of uses of the word, in all of the other gospels. There is no genealogy in the book of John because, Jesus Christ was, “My son the branch” or the “son of God.”

So, the gospels handle different attributes or aspects of often the same or identical events, only in different ways. Sometimes, these difference are about place or time or who was involved and etc. Putting these things all together, there is no contradiction, but different “signs” for different purposes. And unlike the red-letter editions of the New Testament Bible, where all the supposed words of Jesus are printed in red ink, just exactly who were these four books written to? Who was the ministry of Jesus to? Was is not to Israel? I’m not saying that I can’t open your mail and learn perhaps, a lot of things about you, but I am saying, it’s not my mail. It’s yours! It’s written to you. It may be written, for my learning, but it is still— not written to me! The four gospels were, written TO Israel!

Well, that loud cry of Jesus before he gave up his life? Right before that moment, when he was dying and everyone had turned away from him, God showed him something that enabled him to endure the suffering and the shame. As they were doing this to him, the people were rejecting God that sent him. And what Jesus saw was, the Gathering of God’s people that through what Jesus was doing, all may be drawn to God! And then, Jesus cried with a loud voice, “My God, My God,” for this purpose or for this reason was I spared and kept alive until the exact, right moment! I’m starting to feel something “good” about, this Good Friday? But it was NOT on a Friday! But on that day, Jesus died. That’s not so good is it?

If we look at the biblical records, history and astronomy, we can get to the year and the day Jesus died and pretty close to the time.

On this particular year, there were two Sabbaths in the same week. One was the Passover or a High and Holy Day, but still called a Sabbath. The other was, the weekly Sabbath, which occurred on our Saturday. Jesus wanted to eat the Passover with his disciples and had made preparations to do this with them. Things were set, but then, God showed him that He had other plans. Jesus had a supper, “sitting with his disciples. This would have been on, the Preparation day, which on this year was, on a Wednesday. It began at sunset. Judas leaves to betray Jesus. All the rest go to the garden with Jesus to pray (“prepare” himself for what is coming.” It is night. Under cover of darkness, the soldiers came and illegally take him and I said all the rest that happened next, before.

Sometime before, the next sunset which was the beginning of Thursday, Jesus had to be dead and buried. At sunset began, the special High or Holy Day of Passover. Perhaps all or at least anyone of the people of Israel,  other than Simon that touched the tree of Jesus or Joseph that touched the body of Jesus, could eat of the Passover Lamb.

Sunset Wednesday to sunset Thursday is 24 hours. From Thursday to Friday would be, another 24 hours or a total time thus far of, 48 hours. At sunset on Friday, began Saturday which was the weekly Sabbath. The Sabbath was either a service in the temple at Jerusalem or if you lived too far from the City of David, at some local synagogue. Services were in the morning or the day. You were only allowed to travel from home to the temple or synagogue and back home– a “Sabbath’s Day Journey.” No servile work could be done, no burials could be performed; etc. From sunset Friday to sunset Saturday, would be another 24 hours, for a grand total of 72 hours that Jesus was legally dead, “for three days and three nights.” Then, in the morning, Mary Magdalene rose up early to go to the tomb to properly prepare Jesus’ body for burial. Saturday at sunset would have begun Sunday, which was called like our Monday is today, “the first day of the week.” Yeh, yeh that’s the so-called Easter story, but what’s good about— Good Friday?

WFF? WTF here stands for What the Friday. So the title of this post is:

 Happy Good What The Friday?

Happy Good What The Friday?

Happy Good What The Friday?

I wanted to get this post, posted on Friday. It still is Friday, on the west coast. Where I am, it’s Saturday and where my wife is right now, it’s Sunday. Maybe I should have just titled this:

Happy Good WTFSAS (What the Friday, Saturday and Sunday? 

Currently, all bases are covered in what is presently believed, but technically, this post could have been titled:

Happy Good WTWTFSAS (What The Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday And Sunday?

Well, by Friday of the year Jesus Christ died, he would have already been dead for about 48 hours. What’s good about that? For him, on Friday, he wasn’t suffering anymore!

Adam and Eve were given a choice. They chose poorly and it not only affected them and their family, but the entire family of humankind, from then on until, the day that Jesus Christ died. It was called a “curse.” In order to be redeemed from that curse, all you needed to do was just go die and your payment was made. Well that’s sucks, I would still, just be dead!

But God made Eve a promise and it was called, the “promised seed.” Eve at one point thought she have given birth to this “promised seed,” but that son turned out to be Cain that later murdered his younger brother Abel. Ooops, I guess that was NOT the “Promised Seed”?

But one day, a redeemer would come forth, to redeem all from this curse. One sacrifice— once and for all. He would be a perfect sacrifice. His blood line would come from, his father God. He would be without spot and blemish and a male of the “first year.” The Ministry of Jesus began by law, when he turned 30 and was baptized by his cousin, John the Baptist. The earthly ministry of Jesus Christ could not have lasted even a second over, his “first year” or he could not have been the Passover lamb! Passover Lamb?

On this particular year, Jesus was prepared as the Passover lamb, on the Preparation day. On the day of Passover, while those that were eating lamb and Simon and Joseph that could not, Jesus Christ was, the Passover Lamb. Finally, something good, at least for Simon and Joseph. But there was more. All of humanity was redeemed from the curse of the law, from the moment of his death, once and for all. It was for all the people of Israel, every gentile and later, for every Christian since the Day of Pentecost, in around 1 AD.

Every Jew, every Gentile, every Muslim, Isil or Isis terrorist etc. and every person of any other religion— have been redeemed! This includes every atheist that is accurately defined as not, just not believing in God, but anti-God or against God! And it includes every agnostic, whose belief in the vernacular is defined as, “out of their minds.” They are afraid to say there is a god in case there isn’t and they are afraid to say there isn’t a god, just in case there is. But, they have been redeemed too! Now, we finally have some good out of “Good Friday.” We all have been redeemed! Whoopee, we are all most likely, still going to die. So what good is it really?

First, there is redemption, redeemed from the curse of the law. But like Jesus chose to freely die once and for all, each one of us freely, need to accept his payment on our behalf and God needed to accept it for all of us, which He did.

Then, this makes it possible for God to set us apart, to sanctify us from those that choose not to accept His gifts. Next is justification. Justification is, as if, we never sinned at all or were ever born in sin, (had sinful genes or corrupt DNA). Next is righteousness. This righteousness is as righteous as, God is righteous! Lastly is, God has given to us, the ministry of reconciliation, reconciling men and women back to God through Jesus Christ. It was through Jesus Christ that this has been made it possible. No more would anyone need a priest or intercessor. But all are drawn and may come directly to the heart of and the love of God! WOW, this all sounds good!

Oh wait, what about that communion thing Christians do, that whole shed blood, broken body, nasty wine or grape juice and stale or tasteless bread thing? Hmm, was this first done at the last supper when Jesus and the rest were “sitting’? Was he not doing the will of God? Didn’t he alway? Did not he fulfill the whole law? While he was alive, did not he answer the question of what was the most important law was, to love God with your all and your neighbor as yourself? Did not he say that on these two, “hang ALL the law”? WTF? Am I saying that he fulfilled all the over 900+ laws in the Old Testament, including the 10 commandments and that we really don’t have to pray “the Lord’s Prayer”? No, I.m not saying this, God’s Word said it and Jesus fulfilled them! Well, hey that “good”!

In the Old Testament they looked for the coming of the ‘One’, and are healed (future tense) were healed. In the new testament it says by his stripes, we were (past tense) healed. Yay, now that something “good.”

But remember this, none of these things can can happen or could have happened until first, Jesus had to come, live and then died to redeem all from the curse of the law. But, but he was dead! Sorry, but this was the only about the only “good” thing about, from him having died. There is no power in that he died. There is no sanctification, justification, righteousness or ministry of reconciliation (which are all rights of His children, by the way) or healing from his stripes or remission and forgiveness of sin, UNLESS GOD RAISED HIM FROM THE DEAD!

So there’s my story. I have not “thumped” you with all the Bible references or the specific history and details, but if this is all, just a story, it’s a lot better than the one I was taught as a child and that adults (children of adults that grew up and have children) are, still telling! This story makes much more sense than three crosses when there were 5 trees, soldiers running around Jesus breaking legs, skipping Jesus, breaking the other man’s legs and then finally coming to Jesus, found him to be dead already. This story make a lot more sense than parts of days and nights when there were three days and three nights. It’s really simple math and stuff that even a child can understand.

Why don’t you read it for yourself and see if I’m making any of this up. Just suppose I’m right and it’s the truth. The truth will set you free right? That’s not what it says. It says, “the truth shall make you free.” Oh, that’s just semantics; just a Hillary Clinton-ism, “what difference does it make?” I don’t know, look for yourself. I did not write the Bible!

I will close with this, if it says— set you free and we use “make you free,” we cannot be free. And if it says— “make you free” and we say set you free, we cannot be free!  But also, the conditions for being “made free” have to be met. It must be in the proper context. If we continue in the Word, then we are disciplined ones and if we are disciplined with the truth (i.e what actually does the Bible say and do we do those things?), then we shall (absolute tense— not maybe) know (not guess or doubt) the truth and the truth shall (absolutely) “make YOU FREE!”

And to the Jewish people or non-Jewish people, the Passover was, first performed when people were slaves. You don’t have to be Jewish to participate in a Jewish Seder. The Seder is a ritual performed by a community or by multiple generations of a family, involving a retelling of the story of the liberation of the Israelites from slavery in ancient Egypt. This story is in the Book of Exodus in the Hebrew Bible. Jewish people are encouraged to invite outsiders or even non-Jewish people like myself. I know, because, I was invited to a Seder and I went and participated, and learned a lot and enjoyed the food, the people, the fellowship and the whole experience! We are all slaves to something, whether it is to ignorance or some type of addiction, bad habits and etc. It might be a good time, whether we believe or pray or not, to at least think about and commit ourselves to getting ourselves FREE!

So Happy Good WTF (what the Friday) or Friday, Saturday and Sunday or Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday! Whatever the day, it is a Happy and “good” day, the day we learn to think for ourselves, do the right things, read what is written and accurately teach what is REALLY already written!

Just I-Magine


Posted by: Dahni | March 30, 2015


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By Dahni

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Your warm bright sunshine beckons me to thee

and draws me to thy living valley

and dew drippled’ fragrant flowers of thy life

and to touch the velvet delicate petals of thy compassion

and to listen to and hear the music of thine heart

and to taste the sweet nectar of thy wholeness

and immerse myself –

in the waters of thy love

from the collection: WONDER © 2001-2015 by the same author

Where the Sun Comes to Draw Water

Where the Sun Comes to Draw Water

Notes: This short and simple poem could be about life, nature, God, my loving wife Susan, yourself, someone else or something else. Let it suffice to say, it is natural for us to project ourselves into something we can relate to, when there is nothing specific to tell us that it is about someone else or something else. So what you see in this is, what you see in it. It lies in the eye of the beholder. What you behold is, what you behold.

It is said that “a picture is worth a thousand words” (I’ll have a future post on this). That statement might seem as if to say, the picture is worth more; says more than any and all the words ever could. But I believe both are, equally important and it all depends on one’s moment and place in time and one’s perspective. I have not counted the words here in this post and I may not. I do not know if I have used a 1,000 words to explain my poem and photograph or not. But why not, just allow my fewer worded poem and the photograph, to  just stand on their own, without any further explanation? Not by anyone and especially not by me that penned the words and took the photograph?

The simplest definition of poetry means, “to do or to make.” It has an expanded meaning of, “beauty of speech.” Speech has no inherent beauty. It is neither comely or uncomely. The expression itself, “beauty of speech,” is, a figure of speech. Figures are just tools used, “to do or to make.” My poem and all the words of this post (that are mine), are mine and what I have done is, what I have made. And the simplest definition for photography is, “light writing” or writing with light. My poem, my photograph and my every word here are all connected. They all make connections. The are all made be me. They are all drawn by me. I share them with the hope that they may draw you in. Pictures are words and words are pictures. When we choose to allow life to draw us in, we find ourselves, in-Life.

Now, with these things being written, I can no more tell you what I saw and that you will see the same, anymore than I can show you what I saw and expect you, to see the same. There lie the limits of all that we can, “do or make,” and our often inability to write with light and show what is, “beauty of speech.” All I can ever do is, the best that I can ever do.

Several years ago, we were leaving Boston, MA, when we came down a hill and into the sight of, one of the most incredible displays of sun and color and clouds that I had ever seen before. So amazed and intrigued, I had to pull off to the side of the road and get out of our car. I breathed in and took my time to really look and internally record how it made me feel. At last, I took this photograph and we continued on our way home. I could not get this picture out of my mind and did research to discover what this phenomenon might be.  My research led me to its two common names, one more poetic and one more technical. It’s poetic name is, “where the sun draws water,” or as I have titled the photograph, “Where the sun comes to draw its water.” So deeply have I been touched with clouds my whole life and from this sight and picture and record in my mind, I wrote an entire collection of poetry, about clouds. I named it, ‘Where Clouds Come to Cry.’ It’s final poem shares the same name as this photograph, “Where the Sun Comes to Draw its Water.”

This first name was, first found to be, ‘Sun drawing water.’ It is from the ancient Greek belief that sunbeams drew water into the sky. This would have been or could have been, an early description of evaporation.

There are others names associated with this phenomenon such as:

The Rays of God  – The Fingers of God

I have often called these just simply, ‘Miracle Clouds.” Perhaps this was from my imagination or some Christian inklings, but I used to think that some miracle was happening somewhere to someone(s), wherever the rays of sun fell and touched the earth. It is a nice way of looking at them, at least to me.

In technical terms, these beams of light are called:

“Crepuscular rays [kri-puhs-kyuh-ler] (cray-pus- q-ler) In atmospheric optics, they are rays of sunlight that appear to radiate from the point in the sky where the sun is located. These rays, which stream through gaps in clouds (particularly stratocumulus) or between other objects, are columns of sunlit air separated by darker cloud-shadowed regions. Despite seeming to converge at a point, the rays are in fact near-parallel shafts of sunlight, and their apparent convergence is a perspective effect (similar, for example, to the way that parallel railway lines seem to converge at a point in the distance).”

“The name comes from their frequent occurrences during twilight hours (those around dawn and dusk), when the contrasts between light and dark are the most obvious. Crepuscular comes from the Latin word “crepusculum”, meaning twilight.”

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In the end, we are all drawn to someone or something, at certain times in our lives. To describe these things in word deed or by some picture is, what draws us to make and do; write with light and make our speech (our words and pictures) of our drawing, beautiful! This is done by what we imagine from our imagination.

Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | March 26, 2015

No Regrets

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Good Morning!


To live a life without regret, there are four things which are most important, for your every DO IT NOW


(don’t forget to include yourself in all four!) 🙂


Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | March 20, 2015

Tale of a Printer or Horror Story?

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by Dahni
© 2015, all rights reserved


CanonPrinterI must be stupid? Why do I have a printer or need one? Everything is surely, ‘In the Cloud.’ But I have not just one, but two printers. I rarely if ever, send or a receive a fax anymore. Online and on-demand fax services, PDF files and email are all available to send stuff in color and in high resolution. But, I can send or receive a fax, if I want to or have to.

I do use a scanner from time to time.

I do need to make copies from time to time.

I do need to print stuff regularly.

I do print high quality materials and photography/art work.

Now I could have separate devices, for all these functions and I used to.

Now, I use one printer for artwork/photography that is hard-wired to my computer (better/faster connection I believe). The other is WIFI enabled and is a multi-purpose printer. Generally speaking, when one function stops working, you have to usually send the whole thing in for repair or replacement. I did not have the time to do that or the space, for all separate pieces of equipment or devices with individual functions. So, our other printer, our mainly/mostly used printer is, an all-in-one or a multi-function printer.

Do you use a printer for home/business? Do you need a printer? Do you have one and you need it? Are you working on taxes? When you hit print, do the pages come out without ink on them? Its obvious that your computer is communicating with your printer otherwise, there would NOT be any blank pages coming out. Did you check your ink and find there is plenty? Did you run every known maintenance tool from the software that came with your printer, to no avail? Did you take out the cartridges and tap them gently inside a waste can, just in case the ink was dried or something was clogged? Do you just happen to have a complete set of un-opened, brand new inks? Well, isn’t that special! DON’T OPEN THEM, thinking you will just try and see if they will work in your problematic printer!  Call the help desk of your particular printer’s manufacturer.

Your conversation (automatic conversation) will go something like this: 

“This call may be monitored.” (Would this monitoring be by automatic or live monitors?)

Press 1, if you know what your name is. 🙂

Press 2, for every possible language, that is spoken in, the United States, then press the appropriate number, for your particular language

Press 3, if you are calling in, the United States (Don’t worry about this, they have your U.S. number recorded, so they can call you back)

Press 4, if you are an existing customer (wait) If prompted to give your customer number DON’T, when you DO speak with a ‘live’ person, they will ask you for it anyway).

Press 5, if you are interested in making a purchase (quick connect)

Press 6, if you have some problem (if not immediately disconnected, there will be a L        O       N       G wait time)

Press 7, if you are in this country illegally (quick connect and FREE stuff)

Press 8, if you would like technical assistance (chances are they either don’t have techs, they are on break/at lunch etc. or you will be routed to sales because, they just want to sell you more stuff)

Press 9, if by now, you have forgotten why, you called in the first place

Press 9 1/2, if there are too many choices and we will route you to, 9 3/4

Press 9 3/4, if by now, you are wondering, WTF and we will route you to, 10

Press 10, if you did not understand 1-9 and the message will be repeated, really very, very slowly


Notes: The reason for the fractions  ( 9 1/2 and 9 3/4 is simple, numbers on the phone only are from 1-9 and 1 + 0 is your 10, but that’s it. Now this is very, IMPORTANT, Do NOT Press 0 (for operator), you will most likely speak to a real person that will route you to, the correct department. 🙂


OK, so you get through, FINALLY. YAY! And the tech (really a sales person) informs you that you have a print-head problem (that’s the thingy that makes the printer print ink on your page).

The solution is, to either repair it, for say, $300 (almost or over twice, for what you paid, for the printer when it was new). Now, if you elect this option, you will most likely pay to ship it to a repair facility and pay, for them to ship it back. And there is no guarantee that they will be able to repair it (after you have waited, for a response, for about 10 days or more. And then, you may give some communication that let’s you know,

“We’re sorry, but your printer could not be repaired! Do you want to pay us to ship back your old one? Would you like to purchase a new printer?”

OR, you can just replace your printer with a brand-spanky-new one, which is what they want you to do!

All of this kind of defeats the purpose of calling for technical assistance if, the print-head is, built to pretty much FAIL, in around two years. Most warranties of new products are from say, the store where you bought it until, you have reached the parking lot and placed it into your car (or vehicle). Sorry about that, I get a little confused about the difference between a warranty and built-in obsolescence. 🙂

The reason I get confused is because, the manufacturers always want to offer you an extended warranty, for extra $$$’s (extends the life of your purchase to the point they know it will FAIL, sometime, just after the warranty has expired).

Oh, there’s always something ‘New & Improved,’ but your extra ink from your old printer, well, those cartridges won’t work in the new printer! See, I told you NOT to open them! Try and take them back where you purchased them. There is a good chance they will give you a refund. Why, because those cartridges are still being sold. Just because, your printer has not had a print-head problem YET or you are not looking to replace or purchase a new printer yet, does NOT mean your printer’s maker is going to make you buy a new printer! Oh no, not as long as, you are still buying ink!

Printers are generally pretty cheap. So cheap (in all ways), we should get them for FREE! The companies make their money on selling us ink!

OK, so I needed to get a new printer. We used HP (Hewlett Packard), for years. Never had a problem with the quality of the pages printed or their tru-color print quality or their software. Our problem was the cost of ink! They used to use tri-color cartridges – cyan/magenta/yellow or blue/red/yellow and a separate one, for black + as an option, photo-black (whatever that means).

Whoops, ran out blue, but have PLENTY of red and yellow left. Sorry, NO PRINTY! MUST REPLACE WITH NEW CARTRIDGE!

There were only two companies that made individual ink cartridges, at the time we decided to replace our HP. These two companies were, Epson and Canon. I have a Canon camera so, we decided to go with Canon. We eventually purchased two.

Our first Canon printer was specifically purchased, for its photographic and fine art quality. It had eight, count them 8, individual cartridges. Very cost effective and the software would let me know long before, I needed a new cartridge. Or, I could just open the lid and look! And if I did not pay attention, it would still print, but with missing color(s) I was out of. Yep, then, I figured out, I was out of ink. 🙂

HAPPY – HAPPY WITH MY CANON PIXMA PRINTER! Then the print-head failed. OK, since repair was not an option that made since even then, I went to my photo shop where I got the first one, to get a new one, but NO, they don’t sell them anymore! Why not? Well, I found that my new Canon Photo printer with the 8 individual colored ink cartridges, prints in greater quality than they do as professional printers! Now why would they want to sell me a printer that competes with them? NOPE, not hap-nin,’ “wouldn’t be prudent.”

So anyway, back to Canon Direct. About this time, our HP printer was ticking me off because, of their tri-color single cartridge crap and pages just would not print. The print-drivers or software was regularly getting locked up and lost in the ‘print-Que.’ More than often, I could not cancel printing that wasn’t printing anyway. More than often, I would have to re-boot my computer and start all over again. I mean really, what is the point of being able to cancel printing, if your printing that’s not printing, CAN”T BE CANCELED!

So, Canon made me a great deal on two printers (the Photo printer and the multi-purpose one). The Canon All-in-one, multi-purpose (scan/fax.print/copy) printer uses five, count them 5, individual ink cartridges – red, blue, yellow, black and photo black. To be fair, I understand that HP finally saw the handwriting on the wall (were forced to change) and now, offer printers with individual ink cartridges. But they did NOT, when I needed a new printer. Oh, I’m sure they knew what Canon and Epson were doing, but why change if they did not have to (still making money). Well, they must have finally figured out that they, had to change! I dunno’ why, maybe customer complaints or maybe it was just decreased revenue?

At Canon, I was introduced to their ‘customer loyalty program’ (saved even more money). OK again, HAPPY – HAPPY with their products until, just a few days ago, when another Canon printer and our first Canon, All-in-one printer, print-head failed!

Nope, no refurbished models for my PixmaMX892. Must buy a new one, PixmaMX922. Nope, my old cartridges will not work. Must try to take them back to get a refund. Must buy new cartridges in the future. So, OK, the retail price was around $200, but they had it on sale for $179 and would give me an extra $10 off, from their ‘customer loyalty program.’ I almost bought it for $169, but it was on back order. Wouldn’t you think they would know this, before they tried to sell me a new one that I couldn’t have? One would think so! OK, I guess, (not happy about it, but) I could use my other photo printer (didn’t want to) until, they could ship it to me (whenever that would be).

Remember “taxes,” taxes I said. I’m working on taxes?! Not wanting to wait until nobody knows when I ‘d get it, and not wanting to use my other printer, for regular printing, I told Canon I MAY, call them back. I wanted to see, if I could get this one at least on sale, for $179, but definitely sooner than, who knows when, Canon would get it and ship me one.

Are you having fun with this post? It gets better as we move now, into the world of, EXACTLY, how much does a retail price of around $200 on sale at $179, really cost?

Wal-mart is, the closest store to me if, I wanted to go there and try and get a refund on the ink that won’t work on the new printer and to get the new printer, NOW.

Oh, by the way, NEVER BUY INK FROM Wal-Mart! Well, at least not HP or at least this was they way it was. No one could beat Wallyworld’ prices for HP ink! NO ONE! Well, I found out that the EXACT-SAME product that you would find at any other store, (same numbers and packaging and everything) had 25% less ink in the cartridges sold at, Wal-Mart!

Well, how much for the printer needed/wanted at Wal-mart? First of all, the printer I wanted is, NOT in their store, at least NOT, in the one nearest to me. OK, so I will wait to either have it shipped to them and pick it up there or have it shipped to our home here. OK, the bottom line, at the world’s largest retailer and the land of “falling prices” is, $199 + change or just call it, $200. WOW, not even the sale price! NEXT!

Hello, do not I, own a piece of the Internet? Yes! Hello, why not order it from your own company and get cash back, for doing it?! DUH! OK, so I tried to do just that.

The printer in consideration (Canon PixmaMx922) was listed as, being available from 10 partner stores. They pay us for advertising their stuff and for sending them customers. Cool! So, out of these ten stores, (Wal-mart being one of them), but not Amazon as, it is a competitor, the cheapest price was from TigerDirect at, $119. Awesome, I’m in! My cash back was only $2.40 cents, but still, that’s something.

So, I ordered it from a third-party through, TigerDirect. I promptly received an e-mail confirmation, the order was placed, i.e. credit card accepted etc. Then, I received another email that it was canceled. I’m talking about a minute or so between the two emails. WHAT? What happened? What’s going on? Do you not verify that the money is available in order processing, before sending a confirmation? One would think!

Ooops, I used the wrong credit card with an expiration date of 9/15? Oh, right, I have the same card, but it’s the new one for 9/16. My mistake. OK, so I must activate new card. Did that. Placed order again. New email response that it was declined, more or less. Why? Probably because, the online activation of my new card had not shown up in real-time yet. But, the email gave me information to try and resolve this and it provided a telephone number. So I called, thinking it was my own third-part liaison between me/us and TigerDirect, but Lo and behold, I was talking to TigerDirect, directly! Hello, US, do WE (you and I) not want our own business? I guess NOT?

Well, the man on the other end said, “I cannot help you with ‘third-party’ issues, but if you want to place an order, I can help you.” At this point, I don’t care if I was ordering it from myself or about getting back $2.40, for doing so, I  JUST WANTED AND NEEDED A PRINTER!

TigerDirect offered me the same price of $119 + something that no one other than Canon Direct did, an EXTENDED WARRANTY. OK, I’m listening. What is the manufacturer’s warranty? Answer, a limited, 1 year + you pay for shipping to return it. Not good! I have already experienced that the printers are usually only going to last, for two years. So, TigerDirect offered me either a two or three year extended warranty through, ‘Square Trade,’ for either $11 or $18. They will just replace the printer with a new one or a better model, no questions asked, no shipping, no deductible just BOOM, done! OK, I chose 3 years, for $18.00, to remind me my print-head will probably fail, sometime after two years, so I don’t have to do this, all over again.  Just a word of advice. It’s not IF your print-head will fail, but WHEN!

Here’s the bottom line of my recent print-story experience:


Canon Direct – $179 – $10 customer loyalty program = $169 + tax NO shipping charges, higher costing and only a 1 year extended warranty (they know it will fail after two years so, this is money wasted to me)

Wal-mart – about $200 no extended warranty

TigerDirect – through my aggregate third-party shop, $119 with $2.40 cash back and no extended warranty offered – $99 + taxes & shipping or about $135 with, an extra set of inks (a good deal), BUT no extended warranty

TigerDirect (direct) – $119 + 3 years of extended warranty through SquareTrade, all, for a total charge on my credit card of, about $153


No, I could not compete with’s price of $99 or even their $135 with an extra set of inks which I would use, but they did not offer an extended warranty, which I need.

So, my new printer, for, $153 is, less than the suggested retail price of about $200, less than the sale price of, $179 and less than the Canon Direct ‘customer loyalty program’ price of $169, BUT I HAVE THREE YEARS OF COVERAGE!  I’m Happy! 🙂

Yes, it is important to search, for the best price, but price alone, may NOT be all that you need. Trust me, your print-head will most likely fail in about two years (depending on how much you use it, and ours are used a lot). To us, the warranty is important. I’m hoping that WHEN the new print-head fails (and it will) in a little over two years, mine will still be under warranty! But overall, I’m HAPPY – HAPPY with Canon! 🙂

Now, the funny thing about the new printer is, the Canon PixmaMX922, looks exactly like the old one, except for inside, it has the new cartridges that the old one won’t work with! Improve stuff by all means, but why can’t I use the same cartridges, I already purchased? 😦

In this day and time of such incredible technology, why cannot stuff be made that lasts and just works with great quality, ease of use and with minimal costs associated with it? THEY CAN BE, but that goes against all rules of business – MAKE MONEY, MAKE IT PROPITIATORY (cannot use anything other than their stuff. And DON’T you dare ever try to save yourself money, by using generic inks, it will void your warranty),  MAKE EM’ CHEAP (make the devices so that you can basically give them away and it looks like great value/a good deal), MAKE CUSTOMERS INTO CONSUMERS (so we keep buying stuff, ALL the time), MAKE IT TO FAIL (built-in obsolescence) and then it all circles back to, MAKE MONEY, all over again – and again, “to infinity and beyond” and ad nauseam (excessive and sickening)!

But what if it was in everyone’s BEST INTEREST, to make stuff that lasts and just works with great quality, ease of use and with minimal cost? Oh NO, companies would have to diversify, in order to just survive. How will they survive and thrive if their stuff is so good, we buy it and it just lasts? They cannot be, just a “one-trick pony!” They cannot be, just about doing one thing well. They must diversify you know, like buying up and out other non-related products and services, to extend their portfolio of companies.

Well, how about this kind of diversification for a printer company – Why not make the world’s best printer, then diversify, making the world’s best parts and service department, the world’s best and fastest 3D printers (which is really 2D, just printed over and over again until it gets to the right thickness/shape etc.). Yes, why not make 3D printers to make printers, inks and parts (even to be used at your own home/office) ON-DEMAND, other things that the world’s best 3D printer could make like cars, planes, medical devices, computers and computer chips, medical delivery systems, pretty much anything! By the way, such a fast 3D printer now exists!!! It’s just not commercially available YET!  But anyway, if that’s not enough diversification, they could just make the world’s best other thing or the next best thing!

Well, gotta’ go. UPS just delivered and it’s time to set up and install the new printer! 🙂


Oh, by the way, I don’t consume ink. I am a customer. Businesses  exist because, we purchase their stuff. We do NOT exist because of them!! They need to get their priorities straight!



Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | March 17, 2015

A Toast to Life

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By Dahni
© 2015, all rights reserved


A Toast to you on St. Patty’s Day:

May your every need, be ever met
And your heart, always full
And all the best that’s yet to come,
May it be your crowning jewel
May love and hope ever find you,
sharing these two, with all you meet
And this, ever circling
will never find complete!





Your I-Maginary friend on the road of Life 🙂

Toast Life



Posted by: Dahni | March 12, 2015

Texting and Social Media

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When I was young, we did not have the Internet, any kind of cell phones, computers, e-mail, Twitter, Facebook and such as these. Before you say, “OMG” or think, ‘Oh NO, just know, we still had texting and social media!  I suspect these have been around in some form or another, for as long as, people have been on the planet.

God sent a text to Moses, even if it was written in stone. The words, “written in stone” are, apropos to this post because, when we think of these words today, we think of something being, permanent. Well, Moses broke the original, but God must have had the data saved on a server because, He sent it to Moses again. 🙂

Today, we might think we can edit or even delete, but there is a good possibility that there is still a record of it somewhere in, ‘the cloud.’ So, be careful what you text, message, post and share, in the first place! Would you want your words to harm others that could also, come back to hurt you?

As an after thought, you know, maybe the first physician’s prescription (scrip) was, from God to Moses?

“Take two tablets and call me in the morning.” 🙂


God’s text to Moses

There are many, many examples of early texting and social media. How about Thomas Jefferson?

Thomas Jefferson texting in, 1776

Thomas Jefferson texting in, 1776

What about George Washington, when he crossed the Delaware River? Maybe he doodled or drew a picture and wrote out a text to his wife, Martha?

Dear Martha, 

Crossed the Delaware today. Long going. Don’t wait up for me.

 George  🙂

Dear Martha,  Crossed the Delaware today. Long going. Don't wait up for me.  George

George Washington crossing the Delaware

Texting has continued from generation to generation. It was an effective messaging system. I would imagine this system was invented by girls and as the following picture shows, they were pretty good about keeping it private and most others, unaware.


Early texting and social media

The girl’s school book could be a software ‘security suite’ (antivirus and etc.) or a shield, blocking the GPS (Global Position Satellite), from tracking its location. Notice the subtle, almost non-existence of the ‘soft hand off.’

In cellular telephone communication, a “soft hand off” refers to the overlapping of repeater coverage zones, so that every cell phone set (each student) is always well within range of at least one repeater (another student).

The two girls involved in the ‘soft hand off’,’ appear to be paying attention. But what they are really doing is, making sure the information is secure and privacy is not breached.

Before the ‘soft hand off,’ pinging was first done. “Pinging’ is, a query of another computer on a network (another student) to determine whether there is a connection to it. Most likely, this was done by the girl in front, by reaching behind her and touching the girl in back. This “pinging” was also, to let her know, she wanted to transmit (send a message). 🙂

And random speed tests were routinely performed, to test the speed of their networks. This was often done while their teacher’s head was turned away from them. Yes, how fast did the ‘hand off’ need to be, before their teacher turned around? 🙂

But the early texting and social media began as, very simple tools for communication.


The notes could be very simple, just a piece of folded paper.

Oh, and there were pictures too (SMS – short message service and MMS – multimedia messaging service)! 🙂


Early social media – messaging with images

Just cut and paste photos or pictures into a book, quickly flip the pages and voilà (or if you must use – walah), VIDEO! 🙂

Example of early social media, multimedia messaging service (MMS) 🙂

Folded paper in triangular shapes evolved texting and social media. Names were written so the delivery system could get the text, to the intended person. It was also, considered to be, private messaging.


Early ‘In Boxes’ or “You’ve Got Mail!” This could also, be an example of, unwanted mail or ‘spam.’:)


Even the simple triangular-shaped text message, saw expressive changes.

Probably not a lot of guys were texting years ago, but they did find a use, for the folded paper triangle. 🙂

Was this the beginning of, "Monday morning quarterbacks?" :)

Was this the beginning of, “Monday morning quarterbacks?” 🙂

Other shapes and complex folding, artistic expression and inventiveness, took texting and social media, to new heights.


Design & thought went into this


There has always been, “An app for that!” 🙂


Lots of different designs and thought!


For: Information, Instruction and even – Transformation!

Today, we have the Internet (information super highway) and (ISPs) Internet service providers (home, business and school networks). And our mail servers and hand-held devices, for texts and all our content is, the delivery system. There has always been a delivery system, even if just passing notes from, person to person. These things are important to our lives. They have always been important. Having a secure delivery network is important and has always been important. No one wants to be hacked and have their data compromised. And there is and have always been consequences, when our security and data is breached.

Years ago, a man gave me some advice that was true then and it’s true now:

  1. There’s nothing for FREE, someone’s going to pay, one way or another.
  2. You can always find what you’re looking for, just make sure you’re looking, for what you find.
  3. There’s no such thing as, total security.

To these, I would like to add that if you understand the above three things and are willing to take the risks, just make sure that IF, you are hacked and your data is compromised, the damage is minimal!

Early example of risk-taking. :)

Early example of risk-taking with minimal risks. 🙂

Yes, in the picture above, there are risks. But if security is breached, there are no names and it is, difficult to trace the source of the sent message. Since there are no names, the recipient can deny it was, ever intended for them. 🙂

Sometimes the networks became unavailable, by flooding them with useless data or they were interrupted (‘denial of service’). Sometimes data and security was compromised. And sometimes, entire networks were shut down.


Their whole network was hacked! 🙂

To follow are, just some of the consequences of being hacked and having one’s data compromised.

One of the girls above, sent a ‘private message’ to another girl. Think of the classroom as the Internet and the other two girls as the Internet Service Provider (ISP) and a Mail Server. Well, they were all hacked, probably by a curios (nosy) boy, who seized the text or message. He made such a commotion in grabbing the note, he dropped it. The teacher, (Internet Police, FCC, NSA etc.) saw it on the floor. The teacher read the note. As we have been told and know today, we should not expect much security because, there is, “No reasonable expectation of privacy!” 🙂

The message had the girl’s name that sent it and the name of the girl it was intended for. Based on the location of the sender to the receiver and the guilty look on all four of their faces, the teacher was able to triangulate the source(s) and shut down their network. 🙂

The teacher had all four girls stand up and walk away from the rest of the class, to the back of the room. Then the teacher read the note aloud to the rest of the class, making them an example. Yep, this is what happens, when security is breached and your data is compromised! 🙂

And the boy hacker? He was NOT discovered and would go undetected. He would live, to hack another day. 🙂

Oh, and identity theft is, nothing new. The same boy hacker became, an identity thief. Kids handwriting, pretty much, all look the same. Yep, the handwriting of the young, just-learned-to-write age is, nearly identical. Like our mail clients, they all, pretty much, use the same standard fonts or type. 🙂

But anyway, the boy wrote out a fake text (phishing), put one girls name on it – From: and a boy’s name – To:. Then he passed it to another child and watched and waited, for every participant to get caught. Yep, it’s called phishing – the attempt to acquire sensitive information or a certain response (get others into trouble) by, pretending to be someone else, putting the blame on someone else and messing up the whole delivery system, so it can’t be traced back to him. 🙂

"Keep it secret! Keep it Safe!"

“Keep it secret! Keep it Safe!”

In ‘Lord of the Rings,’ by J.R. Tolkien, even middle earth were texting and social media-ing.’ And what advice did Gandalf the Gray wizard, give to, Frodo Baggins? Referring to the ‘one ring’ he said, “Keep it secret! Keep it Safe!”

Before continuing here, I should point out that neither “texting” or “texter” (one that sends a text) are real words. Spell checkers and auto correct usually highlight both with the dreaded red underline. Most dictionaries, do not define these words unless, they also, define slang. Slang is, basically, what the words “texting” and “texter” are. 🙂

Well, despite the risks, texting and social media is much more than, just having fun. One of the early texting and social media platforms of my youth was, one that most guys in my class, did not participate in that much. But I loved it!

It had several names and it is still, a preferred texting and social media application, by a select group. Some call this ‘The Chatterbox.’ Others call it, ‘The Fortune Teller’ There may be other names, for this phenomenon in other places and countries, but those are the two most common. I call it, BRILLIANT!


‘The Chatterbox’ or ‘The Fortune Teller’ – early texting and social media

These could be simple or really marvels of expression and artistic, awe-inspiring works.

Starting with just a square piece of paper, these were carefully folded. Colors and/or colored designs were often seen on the outside of the ‘Chatterbox’ or ‘Fortune Teller.’ Inside were often numbers from, 1 -8. As the flap was lifted under each number, there was a message (secret or private text message) or a fortune or special surprise like, “Who will you marry?” There were specific ways to operate, this early ‘hand-held device’ (early computer). 🙂

This was one of the first computers to incorporate touch, as in, ‘touch screen’  technology! 🙂

And there were specific ways to extract the data. see video below 🙂

Now, you might think that the child or the adult making this has, “too much time on their hands.” You might believe that they should be studying; paying attention in class, instead of  goofing around and just, ‘playing.’ But play is, the primary work of education, for children of all ages. Why just look at what this ‘Chatterbox’ or ‘Fortune Teller’ is, really all about!

Folding paper? Origami comes to mind. It is an art form. But it also, involves mathematics (numbers 1-8 in the correct order and in counting) and geometry, making a unique three dimensional (3D) shape, just from a flat piece of paper and folding triangles and then squares. Scissors were used to cut between the internal triangles, so underneath each number, a separate message or fortune would be found. This all, requires skill, precision and hand-eye coordination. Colors and designs necessitate a fundamental understanding of art formation, technique and art appreciation. Writing numbers, uses writing skills and practice, makes it legible so, anyone (anyone to whom it is intended) can read it. Reading is, obviously involved. Then, there is language and in this country, it is English. Sentence structure, grammar, figures of speech and imagination are all connected and utilized, to write interesting messages and fortunes. Now if you have ever made or seen a ‘Chatterbox’ or ‘Fortune Teller,’ you probably never thought about all these things coming into play? I didn’t! I just thought they were BRILLIANT and cooooool! But they are, an art form and a science as well as, an employer of other subjects, required to, construct them! 🙂


‘The Chatterbox’ or ‘The Fortune Teller’ expanded

If caught playing with one or making one or sending one at the wrong time or to the wrong person or if it gets seized, remember to minimize your risks in the content you share! In this country, The United States, we have many rights and freedoms in our Constitution. One is, the freedom of speech. But IF you do not want your security breached or your data compromised, minimize the risks. If you don’t want the consequences of a breach, don’t try to compromise the privacy of others! Say what you mean and mean what you say, but there’s no excuse, for being mean! Let your texting and social media be, as safe as is possible and build up/edify others, just as you would desire the same, for yourself.

At the end of this post is, a You Tube video on, ‘HOW’ to make a ‘Chatterbox’ or a ‘Fortune Teller.’ It is not only a fun thing, for children to make, but something which will teach much and teach about texting and social media. And “children,” could be, of any age, old enough to make them. And that goes for the older children too, say, 150 years of age or older. 🙂

These paper, hand-held, touch computers could also, be used as party favors or gifts, for children of any age. Imagine a dinner table with one of these at each place setting. Perhaps they could be used, for entertainment and to promote conversation and unity, after dinner?

Texting and social media has evolved, but the principles; the fundamentals will always be the same as the first time they were used. Even today, I still think these ‘Chatterboxes’ or ‘Fortune Tellers’ are fun, awesome and BRILLIANT! Isn’t this really, what texting and social media is for! Have fun! Be Safe! Be edifying! 🙂





Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | March 6, 2015

That’s What I heard

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By Dahni
© 2015, all rights reserved



Through the grapevine?

That’s What I heard. I heard it through the grapevine. But, when was the last time you really heard anything, through a grapevine? But –


That’s What I heard 


Being alone
and on your own
some detest and deplore it
and at ever possible, ignore it. 
But it’s good to socialize, especially in, inclement weather
and we tend by nature, to hang with birds of similar feather.
Now why, do we do this, yes, why, is this done?
All our differences lie, under the self-same sun!
So true, each are, special and strong and wholly unique,
but together even stronger – a storehouse, a shop, a boutique. 
Individuals grouped together,
withstand, survive and thrive the weather
and circling our wagons in defense,
we thwart the marshaled mounted offense.


Oh, we might look the same. but we’re not,
but it’s something similar that binds us and all we’ve got!
 But of the dangers, these things are true
and these dangers are, chiefly few.
They’re hard to find, if not together, in the self-same place,
but you cannot miss them if, they’re all in front of your face.
It’s easy, for a predator, to pick off a lonely stray
and they can’t be missed if, they’re all in the way.
What’s that familiar saying for this –
“Too big to hit or too big to miss?” 

Too big to what?

Too big to what?

 Intentional or not,
look at what, evil’s got.
They’ve corrupted the unified heart
and keep them together, by keeping them apart.
Would hold them; bind them in fear – right there
and simply go around them, or move them anywhere.
Now how’s this done, what is their plan?
False scenarios and misinformation can!
And when asked of the group, to give account,
“Can any of you, your why, recount?”
“Did you never ask questions, do you even wonder why?”
“Are you just going to keep doing this, until the day you die?”
“Without purpose are you together! Why this is, just absurd!”   
With one voice comes the answer – “Because, that’s what…


…i herd!”

From the collection:
‘As Weird as it Gets’ (“It gets weirder”) by the same author

Why does the group of zebras, each an individual, just stand together, without a plan? Is it not because, that’s just what they do? That’s just the way it is?

Do you know why, we circle our wagons?

Oh yes, WE are stronger together than separate and yes, WE defend our rights, but also, to protect the rights of those of the future that are in the middle; the heart of US. Isn’t life and liberty and happiness greater, than the single group of me, myself and i? And IF, it were not for WE, how long would it last or successful could, me-myself-and-i ever be?

Do you know why, the lion circles?

Is it not to avoid the trampling stampede; to sneak up on and pick off the outside? Is it not to start a stampede and pick off the strays? And yes, circling our wagons can make it harder, for the enemy to get in, but it can also, make it harder, for US to get out.

Circling our wagons can keep the enemy out and keep us inside

Circling our wagons can keep the enemy out and keep us inside

Circling the wagons is a last ditch effort. But if we have to, do we take flight or do WE fight! Wouldn’t it be far better, if WE just practiced being together, until we are forced to or WE have to?

Would you just prefer to, surrender to doing your own thing? Wouldn’t it be far better to stand together, so everyone could do their own thing?

Is it better to have died alone, having been forced to our knees? Or is it far better to have lived then died, standing together, on our feet?

But the circled wagons can also, hold back or at bay this evil. For just the sight of, or the image of, or the thought of – unity of purpose, scares the hell out of the enemy!

What enemy? What enemies?

Do you know why the lion roars?

Is it not to instill fear and freeze the prey in their tracks, before they attack and devour?

If the lion is the enemy, who is our greatest enemy? Is it not, the very government, WE the People empowered and limited, a long time ago? Is it not, the very media that WE  the People empower?

And so, our government and the media, separately and/or together, fill us with fear and keep us at home and WE watch TV and they sell us stuff we never knew we needed and then, they send out the messages that, “the coast is clear,” and then, we go out and buy the stuff they told us we needed and when we stop buying stuff, they start the whole thing, all over again, and again to infinity and beyond (or until we don’t even have enough money to watch TV)!

Now, WE are not zebras. And We are not being attacked by lions. But there is a reason why, no power that be or has been, has dared or dares to attack US, since WWII. And there is a reason why, the so-called ‘lone-wolf’ (or lion) is, here or on foreign soil against US. The enemy of Our enemy is, our enemy! i-herd or I heard?

Isn’t it time, WE the People, let the government, the media, business and advertising and marketing know, they work for US? WE the People are, the power! Isn’t it time to RESET the image of unity (our circled wagon) to the world and any potential enemy? Since WWII, no enemy has dared to attack our unity of purpose – Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness! Just these three, made us the world’s greatest super power, the world has ever known! And this my dear family is, how to keep the enemy at bay and the world in peace!

But, wouldn’t this require individual thought? Yes, but also, unity of purpose – the circling of Our wagon!

e pluribus unum - "One out of Many"

e pluribus unum – “One out of Many”

Life has rules. Rules are not made to be broken, but to keep stuff from breaking. Remember the school-grade rule of English – “i before e, except after c?” Well, here is a rule for US, WE the People –

i before WE, but WE make it possible, for i2B


That’s what I heard.


Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | February 8, 2015

Google Them

Good Morning! Here is a couple of research projects for you!

Google: ‘Net Neutrality’ Then write this on a a rock – “What the government regulates (controls) it taxes and once it starts it doesn’t stop.”


Google: ‘Dirty Power’ Then write this on a rock – “Is my home/business needlessly expensive/unhealthy and an intrusive (not private) transmitter/receiver?”


Drop a comment, send an email, give me a call,  I’m looking for solutions!

Posted by: Dahni | February 7, 2015


by Dahni


 Inspired by and dedicated to: Niña Incognita




In the twilight silent still

glazed and amazed at winter free

bare woods save one crow in a pinion tree

quiet breaks on yonder hill


first a few then a moving mass

hundreds of thousands come into view

visual poetry against the frosted blue

ever turning left as they pass


a lush symphony of the beautiful beating wing

partial migratory termors

the starling murmurs

and the aerial ballet they bring


each may turn as the other and that seems simple enough

but then rushed skyward by some genetic code they in unison agree

then roar and drop like black hailstones of every known degree

confusing any predator their numbers and movements rebuff


Then fill the skies as a light choking bilious black cloud

then disappear

and reappear

in silence, then low murmur and then to roar so loud


critical transitions poised to tip

like molten metals magnetized or liquids turn to gas

instantly transformed as they swirl and pass

in rise and fall and swirl and dip


such speed, so fluid and yet without a single collision

rising crescendo, then swooping; then across they cross the skies,

like a ribbon, wrapping around itself, before the eyes

and all with artful grace, a choreography of precision


such is this mesmerizing murmur

in synchronous beauty; in poetic motion

in general an all inclusive notion

temporal eye food, but there’s something firmer


You may turn and I may follow,

but we in unison, can form a firmer nation

with heart wings beating and the cry hollo


For WE are the most beautiful, murmuration



from the collection:
(the collection of poems by the same author that never had another name for the collection)


Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | January 6, 2015

Get it Out – Let it Out

by Dahni

© 2015, all rights reserved

Good Morning. I was up late – couldn’t sleep. Up early – could not stay asleep. I am under the weather at present. I probably need to get an appointment and see my physician ASAP. I’m sure this is a contributing factor in my restlessness.

But, I awoke out of dream. It was a good dream. I was the artistic director, an overseer (seeing over) some highly innovative and incredibly talented people. I was able to direct and inspire the best in others and bring all their contributions together in some awesome projects resulting in some wonderful finished works. It was a great job to me.

In my dream, the job was kind of like being the conductor of an orchestra. Conductors are the ones that begin the music and end it, control the rhythm, harmony and volume. Facing the orchestra, a conductor is the first person closest to the stage to hear and feel every note. Then I thought of you!

Do you have any idea how unique in all the world and how beautiful you are? Well, you are! You are all artists of your own lives and the artistic directors of your life. You are the musicians and instruments and the conductors of the orchestra of your lives.

In the end, it does not matter if we lead the parades of our lives, are in the parade or a participant of the parade, even if participating means standing on the sidelines, shouting for joy and clapping for appreciation, for celebrating LIFE. Most people love parades!

All these groups of people, band together for a single purpose. Each individual is just as important as any other. Each has a part to play – a contribution to make. Each are unique and beautiful as no two fingerprints or snowflakes are ever the same, neither are any one of  us EVER, exactly like any other!

Returning to the analogy of an orchestra, no two instruments are exactly alike. And the musicians that play them, no two have the same skill sets, talents or play them with the exact same passion. Each are unique and all are unique. And each alone can play all on their own, incredible, beautiful, unique and moving pieces that lead the ears and hearts to heights of glory and joy. How do you write and explain what happens when they all come together and play together? What else can I write, but these words – unique, incredible and something even more beautiful than the individual’s contribution!

But there is a key to this unique beauty becoming a reality. We need each other to be for ourselves and for each other, our individual and collected best. To get it out, we each must let it out!

You are the musician and song of Life, together, WE are the orchestra and the music of life

You are the musician and song of Life – WE are the orchestra and the music of life



Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | November 8, 2014

A Piece of God

by Dahni

© 2014, all rights reserved

PcOfGod4The elections are over and if you cannot think of anything to thank God for that would be one! In many respects, we as a people have been driven by many things. We are busy. But in our rush to get things done, to be important, rich and famous, just noticed or just to make ends meet, we may have forgotten many things that are most important.

According to what I have read, the whole online social media phenomenon has produced something that I don’t believe anyone was expecting – people are now starting to really want to connect in real time, have real conversations during real face time!

More than ever, we as a people are divided. Political parties have divided us. Skin color seems to divide us because, the media tells us this is true, so it must be? Social issues divide us. There seems to be some cause for everyone, but none of them seem able to accomplish much because there are so many, hence, we are so divided we can’t seem to get to what is truly important get the important done.

Religion seems to divide us. I don’t understand why. I support the right of others to not believe, but they don’t seem to respect the same rights for others that do believe. God was once strong here in the United States. He was strong in our thoughts and prayers, our holidays and Saturdays or Sundays. He was strong in just the way we treated each other, how we acted and how we thought. He was strong in our moral compass. Even on our money was stamped, “In God WE Trust.” Then of course, someone will want to immediately add, “All others Pay Cash.” And there are those that do not want this motto on our coin. I don’t understand why? What would be a better alternative – trust in government, some leader, ourselves?

Even if we were to place our trust in the most consistent naturally occurring effect on all of us, that is, Mother Nature, she will surely amaze and throw us off. We need to trust someone or something outside of our own faults and failures, weaknesses and imperfections. And the same goes for Mother Nature too! So, even as just a concept, we all need God to trust in. It or He, (and I suppose She, if that’s your thing) is what’s missing from our lives, the missing puzzle piece.

Scares and dares and all the who-cares we see, hear, feel, taste and smell every day all aside, I for one am moving on to something else. I’m tired of the news – Bad news. I’m moving on and sharing the –

Good News!


The following music and youtube videos moved me to tears and to intense and inexplicable joy! May it be the same and more for you!










He Knows My Name 

by Francesca_Battistelli

Spent today in a conversation
In the mirror face to face with
somebody less than perfect
I wouldn’t choose me first if
I was looking for a champion
In fact I’d understand if
You picked everyone before me
But that’s just not my story
True to who You are
You saw my heart
and made
Something out of nothing

I don’t need my name in lights
I’m famous in my Father’s eyes
Make no mistake
He knows my name
I’m not living for applause
I’m already so adored
It’s all His stage
He knows my name oh, oh,
He knows my name oh, oh

I’m not meant to just stay quiet
I’m meant to be a lion
I’ll roar beyond a song
With every moment that I’ve got
True to who You are
You saw my heart
and made
Something out of nothing

He calls me chosen, free forgiven, wanted, child of the King,
His forever, held in treasure…
I am loved

I don’t need my name in lights…
I’m famous in my Father’s eyes… – about her – purchase her music





How Great Is Our God

by Chris Tomlin

The splendor of a king
Clothed in majesty
Let all the earth rejoice
All the earth rejoice

He wraps Himself in light,
And darkness tries to hide
And trembles at His voice
Trembles at His voice

How great is our God – sing with me
How great is our God – and all will see
How great, how great is our God

Age to age He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the end
Beginning and the end

The Godhead Three [agree together] in One
Father, Spirit and Son
Lion and the Lamb
Lion and the Lamb

How great is our God – sing with me
How great is our God – and all will see
How great, how great is our God

Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
My heart will sing
How great is our God

Name above all names
You’re worthy of all praise
And my heart will sing
How great is our God

How great is our God – sing with me
How great is our God – and all will see
How great, how great is our God – about the artist – his website

Posted by: Dahni | November 6, 2014

There’s Something Out There

A caveat (an explanation that should be remembered when you read and consider the following poem).
I have seen the last breath leave the body.
One of my own children was aborted
My Grandfather committed suicide.
Robin Williams committed suicide
Brittany Maynard committed suicide in Oregon on November 1st. She was the young woman that publicly announced on FaceBook and other Internet sources, her decision to end her life. I suspect that her influence will now influence others to follow. In most states (including ours in NY), assisting someone in death in this manner, would have brought those assisting, up on charges of manslaughter.
I once was actively seeking to pay someone to end my life. If this was discovered, you figure out the charges that could have been filed against either of us. Instead, I choose the shame to myself and my family, to be hospitalized, for severe depression. I continued to live.
I was once diagnosed with an incurable disease. I chose to live despite what I was to expect, pain, suffering and a shortened life and the ever-so possible chance of grim prospects for anyone associated with me genetically. I am still here. I once brought my elderly grandmother a large inflated heart shaped balloon. She told me, “Sometimes, I don’t feel like living anymore, but you make me want to live.” Be a reason for even just one person. Always choose to live!

There’s Something Out There

by Dahni

© 2014, all rights reserved


There’s something out there

I just know there is, somewhere

I’d receive

if I believe

Something that will heal my any and every ill

whether, for my body, mind, spirit or my will


There’s an answer out there

I just know there is, somewhere


But if I cannot find it

Care not about me a bit
or if I’m not lead that way

I’m still here in, the present day


And if I can’t won’t or will not believe

in prayers or for miracles to receive

and if I will not get past

I know it will not forever last


And if I can no longer write or speak

And if I can no longer move, so weak

And my ears grow silent

my hands grow bent

my eyes grow dark and dim

and I lose all thought and whim

and my words fall silent and still

and I can no more taste a meal

and all fragrance once, so complete

is just forgotten, bitter and sweet

and if I can, no longer move

and I’ve nothing left to prove


There’s still something out there

I just know there is, somewhere

I’d receive

if I believe

Something that will heal my any and every ill

whether, for my body, mind, spirit or my will



And if there comes a time when there is no more hope

and it seems that I, can no longer cope

Accept no tears of me and stop your crying

Life is worth living, even if I’m dying


There’s something out there

I just know there is, somewhere

I’ll receive

if I believe

Something that will heal my any and every ill

whether, for my body, mind, spirit or my will


But if the answer, for me I never find

please to me, remember to be kind

and accept no tears of me and stop your crying

for life is worth living, even if we’re dying





Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | November 1, 2014


by Dahni

© 2014, all rights reserved

JackOlanternYesterday was, as you know was, Halloween. But on this date in history was, some other remarkable and extraordinary event that I did not know until, my sister sent me a text on my phone. So, this could have been or perhaps should have been posted yesterday. But, could-have been and should-have been, never did-do-anything for anyone! I’m posting it today.

Now of course, on 10/31 long ago, centuries ago in history, people were not celebrating Halloween. Halloween is –

“Halloween or Hallowe’en (/ˌhæləˈwiːn, -oʊˈiːn, ˌhɑːl-/; a contraction of “All Hallows’ Evening”), also known as Allhalloween, All Hallows’ Eve, or All Saints’ Eve, is a yearly celebration observed in a number of countries on 31 October, the eve of the Western Christian feast of All Hallows’ Day. It initiates the triduum of Allhallowtide, the time in the liturgical year dedicated to remembering the dead, including saints (hallows), martyrs, and all the faithful departed believers. Within Allhallowtide, the traditional focus of All Hallows’ Eve revolves around the theme of using “humor and ridicule to confront the power of death.”

According to many scholars, All Hallows’ Eve is a Christianized feast initially influenced by Celtic harvest festivals, with possible pagan roots, particularly the Gaelic Samhain. Other scholars maintain that it originated independently of Samhain and has solely Christian roots.

Typical festive Halloween activities include trick-or-treating (or the related “guising”), attending costume parties, decorating, carving pumpkins into jack-o’-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, visiting haunted house attractions, playing pranks, telling scary stories and watching horror films. In many parts of the world, the Christian religious observances of All Hallows’ Eve, including attending and lighting candles on the graves of the dead, remain popular, although in other locations, these solemn customs are less pronounced in favor of a more commercialized and secularized celebration. Because many Western Christian denominations encourage, although most no longer require, abstinence from meat on All Hallows’ Eve, the tradition of eating certain vegetarian foods for this vigil day developed, including the consumption of apples, colcannon, cider, potato pancakes, and soul cakes.”

source: Wikipedia

But today’s History Lesson, from yesteryear’s yesterday is-

Martin Luther - click to see full image

Martin Luther –
click to see full image

October 31, 1517, Martin Luther nailed ninety-five theses, which he had composed in Latin, on the door of the church in Wittenberg, according to university custom.

Church, were 95 Theses are presently engraved - click for full size image

Church Door where Luther’s 95 Theses are presently engraved – click for full size image

Luther is credited or as the catalyst for starting the Protestant Reformation. For his stand against his own Roman Catholic Church, he was threatened with excommunication, by the Pope, unless he recanted. Luther refused and was excommunicated. Today, most of us have no idea of how drastic excommunication was at the time. Today, if one Church kicked us out, the one on the corner or perhaps, even right across  the street are happy to have us, especially if we keep putting money into their coffers! But in Luther’s day, excommunication was a big deal! And for what? Of all Luther’s 95 Theses the one that most infuriated the Pope was that salvation was not by works, but by grace. Just remember that if or when you lump Christianity in with all other religions which are all based on works!


Reformation Sunday is celebrated by many and it is attributed to Martin Luther. It is typically celebrated on the last Sunday in October. In 2014, that would have been October 26th, 2014. It will not be on a Sunday until the year 2021. This day is more important than Halloween! And it is by “grace” that we can dress up and go trick-or-treating. I will now remember this day, thanks to my sister. On Halloween (whatever day it occurs on) I will remember 10/31/1517. Thank you Martin Luther, for standing for what is right. Hmmm, now I wonder why another man was named Martin Luther?


Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | October 14, 2014

A Story Time


A Story Time

by Edgar Guest 


“Tell us a story,” comes the cry

From little lips when nights are cold,

And in the grate the flames leap high.

“Tell us a tale of pirates bold,

Or fairies hiding in the glen,

Or of a ship that’s wrecked at sea.”

I fill my pipe, and there and then

Gather the children round my knee.


I give them all a role to play–

No longer are they youngsters small,

And I, their daddy, turning gray;

We are adventurers, one and all.

We journey forth as Robin Hood

In search of treasure, or to do

Some deed of daring, or of good,

Our hearts are ever brave and true.


We take a solemn oath to be

Defenders of the starry flag;

We brave the winter’s stormy sea,

Or climb the rugged mountain crag,

To battle to the death with those

Who would defame our native land;

We pitch our camp among the snows

Or in the tropics burning sand.


 We rescue maidens, young and fair,

Held captive long in prison towers;

We slay the villain in his lair,

For we’re possessed of magic powers.

And though we desperately fight,

When by our foes we are beset,

We always triumph for the right;

We have not lost a battle yet.


It matters not how far we stray,

Nor where our battle lines may be,

We never get so far away

That we must spend a night at sea.

It matters not how high we climb,

How many foes our pathway block,

We always conquer just in time

To go to bed at 9 o’clock.



Read to yourself and our children.

Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | October 12, 2014

Story Telling


Story Telling

For: My Sister Carol Lee & every child

Story Telling

by Edgar Guest

Most every night when they’re in bed,
And both their little prayers have said,
They shout for me to come upstairs
And tell them tales of gypsies bold,
And eagles with the claws that hold
A baby’s weight, and fairy sprites
That roam the woods on starry nights.

And I must illustrate these tales,
Must imitate the northern gales
That toss the native man’s canoe,
And show the way he paddles, too.
If in the story comes a bear,
I have to pause and sniff the air
And show the way he climbs the trees
To steal the honey from the bees.


Me – Mr. Poet-tree Man, Mischief Magnet, M & M


And sting him on his nose and knees

And howl in pain, till mother cries:
“That pair will never shut their eyes,
While all that noise up there you make;
You’re simply keeping them awake.”
And then they whisper: “Just one more,”
And once again I’m forced to roar.

New stories every night they ask.
And that is not an easy task;
I have to be so many things,
The frog that croaks, the lark that sings,
The cunning fox, the frightened hen;

But just last night they stumped me, when
They wanted me to twist and squirm
And imitate an angle worm.

At last they tumble off to sleep,
And softly from their room I creep
And brush and comb the shock of hair
I tossed about to be a bear.
Then mother says: “Well, I should say
You’re just as much a child as they.”
But you can bet I’ll not resign
That story telling job of mine.


If we will read to ourselves and to our children –

Just I-Magine,


Posted by: Dahni | September 26, 2014

Walking Miles in My Shoes

by Dahni © 2014, all rights reserved



Good Morning. Walking miles in my own shoes? Well,  yes. I pulled out my old dirty, weather-worn and leather-cracked shoes today. Instead of making a bunch of metaphors out of them or a whole lot of judgments about them and myself, I decided to look at them in relationship to where I am personally, right now in my life and where I have been. It is difficult to plan a future if you do not know your present which came about and out from your past. I am a blessed man in this life! I am blessed of many things and by many people. I am not ungrateful. I am not unhappy. But I am not where I want to be! On September 12, 2014, I made some decisions. Today, is, September 26th,  just a mere 14 days or two weeks later. I wanted to share some of the results I have experienced.

I don’t smoke. I have saved $10 dollars per day. OK, that’s not much and I spent $150 on new gym fees (membership + 24/7 access and three personal training sessions one for FREE). I was already paying $20 a month for a gym that I have not been to for over 2 years. Yes, that’s crazy and around $440 was like opening a window and tossing it into the wind. But the $20 is a wash. The new gym is a lot closer to me so, I’m saving $’s in extra gas not being as quickly burned up. Still, savings of $140 – $150 spent for new gym + $20 by canceling the old gm = $10 saved in 2 weeks or about $1 per day that I would have otherwise,  just set on fire.

I’m sore today. I’m hurting today. I am feeling pains that I either have never felt before, in places I never could i-magine or it’s been a long time since I have felt these muscular aches and pains. Yes, I realize these are nothing compared to other people, but they are still aches and pains to me. Rather than whine about them here, I thought it was funny, to me, just trying to rise out of this chair to get a cup of coffee, when the rest of me felt too sore and pooped to go along!  Yep, my leg muscles tingled, drooped and would have just allowed me to drop to the floor, had I not found some extra effort from somewhere, to prevent me from hitting my face with the floor!   🙂

Hey, I knew I would gain weight without nicotine increasing my heart rate and suppressing my appetite. It was never a question IF I would gain weight, but WHEN? I would like to tell you this new activity is just about prevention and how smart I am, but I already had pounds to get rid of!

Well, before I go on, let me just say that for me, none of this is about what I have to give up, but what I want to gain!

I would like to tell you that the decisions made on 9/12/14, just involved not smoking or just losing weight, but there is so much more than this and it can be quite overwhelming. I was way beyond baby-steps then! No, I waited so long and so many things were so out of whack, I had no other choice, but to whack-em ALL, all at the same time! How do you do that? How do you start? Where do you begin? How does one get over whelm, when you are already, overwhelmed?

I just try to do some small things, little things and some long things every day. At the end of 2 weeks, I have now hung about 14 pictures or items on the walls of our home after nearly 2 years since we came here. Yes, that’s crazy too, but at least it’s about time! I do not procrastinate and since I am not, I do not put off, lie to myself and others and steal from myself and others. Stealing? Yes, even if it is time, it’s still, stealing! I am not a thief.

No, I am not a former smoker. I do not smoke! I am not a previous procrastinator. I do not procrastinate! I am not a rehabilitated thief, I don’t steal! I am not a loser. I’m a gain-er! I’m not in denial and not even renewal. I still have my old shoes. I want new shoes.!I’m in NEW-al!!   🙂

I am sleeping better, more, more efficiently and more regularly. I am drinking more water. I am deep breathing more deeply and more often. So, looking at my shoes, so to speak, I’ve come a long way in just two weeks! I’ve accomplished LOTs, when you add up all the daily – smalls, littles’ and longs.  I’m just two weeks into this and that’s about all I can handle, a month at a time. I’m not trying to get rid of all my bad habits. I’m not trying to judge or get rid of my old dirty shoes. I’m trying to add to my life. I want to buy some new shoes!   🙂

Sometimes we cannot appreciate the new shoes or the height of joy, without appreciating the old shoes or the depth of despair!

Why? Why am I doing this? What’s in it for me? I want to be a better earthen vessel with a treasure, for God to dwell in, for myself to live with and for others to be around!

Tomorrow is only another day, after yesterday has become today and today has been lived.

So, I’m on my way to day 15, the start of my new third week; in the first month, of my new year!


Just I-Magine,



Posted by: Dahni | September 12, 2014


by Dahni © 2014, all rights reserved


September 12, 2014, HAPPY NEW YEAR ME



Well, first off some explanation, for the title of this post and the sub-title of “…Happy New Year Me” is, certainly due. The original title for this post was: The Purest Thing I Know. What’s going on? In a word, ‘”Churning!”

Churning seems more appropriate, because this is what has been going on with me for quite some time. Yes, I have been “churning” many things over and over in my mind, for quite some time. Before I continue, I must address and associate with the post, posted yesterday, September 11th. It was a very long post yesterday, almost 10,000 words. WOW, that’s about 1/6th to 1/8th of the length for an average mystery novel or about 1/10th of  an average 100,000 word ‘thriller!’ Who has time to read that? Who had time to write it? Probably not me. But it was about the real birth of Jesus Christ and how most of us don’t know, believe or care about that and have associated 9/11 with something entirely different.

But for me, for some time, I have been very upset about not being told the truth or changing the truth by something as simple as adding a word, changing a word or deleting a word. This process ends with, it always ends with, something entirely different than how it began. I have grown tired of people criticizing things that they do not believe, but have no knowledge of what they are talking about. This applies to Christians and all other non-Christians. I have grown very tired of either remaining silent if I know something or being dragged into an argument and into the defense mode. And I am sick and tired of people that do not know what they are talking about, but put others down with ridicule, cruelty and filthy language because, they believe they have the right to and cannot reasonably and civilly discuss anything that they do not agree with. What kind of people call others racists and other cruel things? People that themselves are racist and cruel, and believe he or she that yells and spews the loudest and longest win at the expensive of everyone else that does not agree with them. To not agree or to not agree to disagree, I must be a loser and worthless? Yes, I am sick of all that. I’ve been churning. Why have I even allowed myself to ever be in those situations in the first place? I know better. I have been taught better, but I get sucked in because, I really do care about others, other than myself!

So I came to the conclusion (finally) that none of this is either my job or responsibility. I know what a witness is. You know what a witness is! Perhaps you have been called as a witness, for either the prosecution or the defense of some court case? As a witness, it is not my place or responsibility to prosecute the case or defend it. It is not my job or responsibility as a juror or a judge. As a witness, it is my ONLY job and my only responsibility to speak the truth of what I have first-hand knowledge of! I am not responsible for how it is received or what anyone does with what I say. Churning. So I churned this all over yesterday. Today, I am churning.

Besides churning over yesterday and today, I don’t want to just churn a little here and there once in awhile and end up with spoiled-bacteria ridden-undrinkable-unusable, what used to be milk, I want to churn and make butter!Churning2

So I got my job and responsibility in order and in balance. What else do I need to do? How can I churn and make butter?

I say here now that I am a Christian. I make no apology for this nor do I boast of it. How can I be proud of this when I have done nothing, but accept it as a gift? For me, my appetite has been satiated. My emptiness has been filled. My questions have all been answered to  my satisfaction. I accept nothing by faith or on faith. I can put together what I believe, where it comes from and why? I can show anyone that wants to know. I know because, I have worked the Word and the words of what I profess to believe. But churning.

I am not perfect. I am more aware of my faults and failures, weaknesses and imperfections than anyone else, ever could!

I believe that all of God’s people make up the Family of God or the Church of God, In Judaism today, after Solomon the son of David built the first of several temples, this is where the people of God went to where God was believed to dwell. Before this, there was the tabernacle, a temporary tent-dwelling with the ark of the covenant, containing the holy of holies or the presence of God. There is no tent, temple, cathedral or church big enough, for God to dwell in! There never was. It always was and is His intention to dwell within each of his people. I believe that God is in me to will and do of His good pleasure. I believe this is always contingent upon my allowing Him to work in me. It is always my choice. But if I chose poorly, I believe that even if I make my bed in hell, He is always with me and will never leave me!

As a figure, I am not like the temple of God, but more like a tabernacle. Each of God’s people are like tabernacles. Churning.

So besides my job and responsibility of being a witness, I have this treasure in an earthen vessel. Churning, I have come to recognize that this tabernacle (me) where God dwells, well, kind of sucks! I say I know and believe. I speak the truth when there is a door opened to me to speak. But how do I live? What is the fruit of my life? What is the quality or lack thereof of the fruit of the life that lives in me? Churning. Quite frankly, I see some hypocrisy in me. My tabernacle kind of sucks. I have not just a challenge, but many and well, it has been overwhelming! But I believe my God provides hope when it seems hopeless and has a way when it appears to be, no way!

Churning3I know what needs to be done and how to get it done. I have a job and God has His in me and my life. Without getting into all the details, let it suffice to say that if you are willing to think good thoughts about me and/or to pray for me, I would gladly and gratefully accept! I may already be praying for you and if you asked me to, I would. I believe the prayer(s) of a righteous man or woman avails much. Neither you nor I have ever done or could ever do anything that would ever make us righteous. You are righteous and I am righteous because, God made us righteous! Pray and pray perfectly for yourself, for others and for me. Churning. I want to become like butter.

Yesterday was, September 11th and I believe this was the true date of the birth of Jesus Christ or Tishri 1 in 3 B.C. which was, September 11. It was the beginning of the New Year and in essence, New Year’s Day. I did not want to take away from yesterday. Yesterday was his day. Today, in a sense, is my New Year’s Day, a new beginning for me.

My original tile for this post was, ‘The Purest Thing I Know.’

Surely all of us seek the most pure of that which we want and desire. I do.

When we think of purity, images of pristine glacial waters may come to mind. Maybe it is clouds and the pure air we all desire. Maybe it is just to consume pure food. Maybe most of us would be wholly satisfied if the air we breathed, the water we drank and the food we ate were all pure. Perhaps then, we would or could live forever or at least for a very long time with healthy bodies, souls and spirits. For others, maybe it is the innocence of children. It could involve metals unmixed as pure gold or pure silver. It could involve science or the arts as sound unmixed or pure music.

Romantics will think of pure love which many can relate to and equate with, “first love.” Often when the first love ends for whatever reasons, we spend a lot of time and perhaps, even a lifetime for its “pure” replacement.

Pure thought, pure truth, pure devotion and pure consciousness would engage and titillate the minds of those that aim towards philosophy, meditation, religion, songwriting, music composition, poetry, creative (expressive) writing, singing and dancing, comedy, public speaking and performing and I suppose, any complete list is not possible, as it would be only confined to the boundaries and limits of the imagination. Surely the imagination is, unlimited?

But we all seek whatever it is that is important to us and whatever it is we view as pure. We all desire to be as pure as possible, unmixed, untainted, undiluted and un-watered-down. We seek it. If we seem to find it from afar, we want to be closer and then close to it. We want to envelop; encapsulate, and enclose it. We want to submerge ourselves totally within it. We want to become the essence and the very accepted definition of, pure.

But there must be stumbling blocks that we thought were stepping stone in seeking what is pure. How could we, with such imperfect and impure bodies, and souls ever attain anything pure? This all seems like chasing elusive butterflies or carrots on a stick. Is the pure even within our reach? Why would we even seek it if, it were not available?

But, the purest thing I know may only be important to me. This post is first-person. It is about me, but perhaps it will mean something to you as well?

I am most blessed with many things. I love and I am loved. I love my wife, my soul mate, my best friend!

The purest thing I know is, God’s Word. He magnified His Word above His name. He didn’t just set it above his name, He magnified it! His name represents all of his creation and this includes, his only begotten son, Jesus Christ. These words are from, Psalm 138.2b. It used to be my most favorite scripture. I had it engraved in gold on a Bible I still have. Part of a scripture that used to be my number two favorite was  –


“…I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall fulfill all my will.” 

Acts 13:22b King James Version (KJV)


I marveled the first time, I ever read these two verses! To think of all of God’s incredible and wonderful creation and that God magnified His word above all that, caused the hairs to stand up on my arms, my body to quiver and my eyes to become so wide as if, they were about to pop. To think of all the screwed up stuff David did in his life and yet God, still called him a man after His heart. This made me internally leap for joy, and hope and desire, that this is what I wanted to become and to have others think of me and for God to think of me!

Those two verses need to become, my favorites again!!

For me, I may think some things are possible. For me, some things or all things are not possible without God. Turn that around and you will find it written that, “with God, all things are possible.”

I say I know Him and believe in Him. Saying and doing are not supposed to be separate. The whole purpose of education (Latin ēducātus – to lead out) is, action. I have read the Bible many times and have referred to a concordance many times. But I have never found a single scripture that tells me or anyone to accept anything by faith! That would violate the laws of language, as it is impossible to articulate in words or to take any action, without understanding. But I have seen many, many references, where God says to, “prove” Him, to prove His word to myself. He has His job and responsibility and I have mine. If I will do my part, He will do, his part –


“Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,”

 Ephesians 3:20 (KJV)


For me, His word is the purest thing that I know! I have much need, most probably beyond my capacity to meet, by my own accord. From time to time, I may share more specifics about any and all of this as things progress, and I can witness to the signs miracles and wonders, He works in my life. I may share some details with a few, whose support I need. But if you know me, you should expect to see change, great change or if I cannot or will not believe to receive, God help my unbelief!

I will not be writing, posting, social media-ing as much or as often. I cannot afford it! This is what it is and how it must be with me, for an indeterminate, amount of time.

I have a plan in process. These have been broken down into three parts:


  1. Litty-bitties (little bits) tiny things I can do daily and accomplish
  2. Littles (little things) small things I can do daily
  3. Longs (long time in process) things to work on each day that require a lot of time and effort


These I plan to do daily, weekly and only a month at a time (that’s about all I can handle or plan for right now). In so doing, 1-3 above, will result in LOTS (lots of things being accomplished and in progress. All of these added together=LOTS! 🙂

Churning. I want to become like butter!



So –


September 12, 2014, HAPPY NEW YEAR ME!



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Posted by: Dahni | August 28, 2014

Dusting Off Our Shelves

by Dahni © 2014, all rights reserved

Dusting off Our Shelves

Dusting off Our Shelves

Let us all be honest. Do you like dusting or getting older? Prob-ably not. I don’t, but both, because of time, become necessary,  from time to time. Time? It is really an abstract concept, but something all of us share, no matter our several differences or our ages. Whether we are young or getting older, it seems as if none of us have time, for dusting off the shelves of our lives.

Yes, time is a most curious matter. If it were not for the earth revolving around the sun by day and the moon’s revolving by night, we would not know of day or night, of years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. If not for these, we would not know the seasons of life, spring birth, summer’s maturing, fall’s harvest or winter’s rest. We would not know that all things have a beginning and an end, except for the tell-tale signs of weight and gravity and aging, wrinkling and decay. Without clocks or something or someone to remind us, how would we ever know it it is time to get up, go to sleep, to eat and do all the necessary things of life including, dusting off our shelves?

With all these many measure-rs, we believe that a single day has twenty-four hours. All of us have the same allotment of time for a single day. No one has more and no one has less. But then our differences begin to become clear. The young seem to have no time for tomorrow because, today is as if, it will not ever end. As we get older, we don’t think that the present is important because, we are waiting on tomorrow to arrive. And when we become older and have experienced much and hopefully, have become wiser, the present and the future are all next to impossible, as we try and cling to all that has mattered to us in the past. But young or older, we mostly, neither have desire nor time, to dust off the shelves of our lives.

It’s quite easy when we are young. We are too little to put stuff on our shelves or to dust them. Others read into us and write into us, our lives and leave reminders on our shelves. We learn of dusting when we see others, dusting off the shelves of our lives. As we get older, we add to our shelves our own stuff and from time to time, we dust off our shelves. We survey our dusty shelves. Some are ordered and some in disarray. There is stuff finished and unfinished; stuff started and stuff tossed aside for another day or just unimportant stuff, at least for the moment. The dust accumulates. It’s time to dust.

As the years go by, there is even more stuff and even more shelves, just to hold all our seemingly endless stuff. From time to time, the many books and scraps and fragmented stuff and whatnots, seem to bulge from overcrowding and bend from the weight of all our stuff and quite possibly, the amount of dust accumulated there, appear to be the weight that is weighing us down. So, from time to time, we dust the shelves of our lives, only to find that it is not the weight of the dust, it’s the weight of all our stuff!

We take inventory and ask, what is important, what do I keep? But my stuff is just this, my stuff, the stuff of my life. How do you get rid of your stuff, without letting go of your life? But still, OMG, all that stuff! So, I try and set some priorities because, my shelves are bending and doubt leads to worry and worry to fear creeps in that they just might break. Build more shelves? Out of room! Build a bigger room? No time! No money, no resources or means? Dust of the shelves of my life.

Look at them, I mean, really look at them. Why is all this stuff on my shelves in the first place? It is a combined effort of what others have placed on my shelves and what I put there. But the stuff that others put there, is it still important to me? What about the stuff I put there, is it still important to me? And where in the hell did all this dust come from? Oh, that stuff comes from somewhere else and from others, I guess. All this stuff is floating around and landing on my stuff, making all my stuff dusty. This dust is not my stuff, it’s ‘other’ stuff. Now if you saw all my stuff, you might think, WOW, look at all this dust and junk. If I saw all this dusty stuff on your shelves, I might think and say the same thing. So, to me, it might be your dusty junk, but it’s my dusty stuff on my shelves. It’s one of those from time to time, times, to dust of the shelves of my life!

Get some order, free-up some space and maybe that will equate to my having more free-time?

Oh look! A book. Did I read it? Do I read it often? Am I planning to read it again? How long have I been saying this; thinking this? Did I put it here to impress myself or others? Better keep it, you never know if or when it may be wanted or needed? Time to dust off the shelves of my life! Besides that…

…along comes this new or new and improved stuff and I just love this stuff. So I slam, jam and cram it in, in some way, somehow, with all my other stuff. Then along comes some more new stuff and I just absolutely have no space and no time, so it’s another one of those from time to time, times that it’s time to dust of f the shelves of my life and well, just get rid of what has now become junk, so, I have room, for all my stuff. Want some of my junk which can become your stuff? If I can’t sell it or loan it, rent it out or it’s not gratefully stolen, busted and broken and destroyed by nature and/or ill-will and reimbursed by my home-owners insurance, then perhaps I can just give my junk to you so, you can add it to your stuff? The only thing that seems to be constant is, the dust. Dust and dirt? Is this not that same stuff, the very same stuff, in which we are all made of and will most likely return to sometime?

But clearly, there is a difference between your junk and my stuff; your stuff and my junk. Sooner or later, the temple of memory becomes a prison cell, enslaving us to the tyranny of stuff.

And at my end, when strength weakens and memory fades; when all desire to collect stuff passes; when stepping stones become stumbling blocks; when ladders to climb become accidents looking for some place to fell me, and when overwhelm’ takes me, and I only think about from time to time, about dusting off the shelves of my life, then it becomes a matter not of memories stored on my shelves, what to keep, what to toss, but that I wouldn’t want you to have to dust off my shelves, after I’ve gone! And it becomes a matter of, what stuff should I leave to others? Somehow, I must find the strength and the will to dust off my shelves, ask others to help me dust or pay others to help me dust off the shelves of my life. But what of my stuff should I leave to others? Will they find my stuff valuable or to have any value? Or will it just become someone’s junk they then, have to deal with? That’s a lot of junk or stuff, accumulated over a lifetime of dusty shelves! Well, what do I have that I might leave to you; for you you, and with you?

What acts of kindness or kind words can I leave on my shelves for you? The shelves are just memories of what I’ve done, wanted to do, didn’t want to do, started but never finished. There is even a vast collection of my screwed-up junk! And how can you dust off hopes and dreams? Have you ever found your hopes and dreams on any shelf?

The only constant on the shelves of my life is the dust. And every time I do dust, the dust always comes back. Yes, if you dust, it will return. If you do not dust, more will come! And dusting really, all it really does is, spread the dust around. But it is a lot easier, quicker and simpler to dust when our stuff is not all that much and certainly not slammed, jammed and crammed into every possible space, crack and crevice! Oh yes, it’s a lot easier and faster to just dust daily, even if you are just spreading around the dust. Dust daily!

Spread some joy and laughter every day! Spread some kindness and kind words every day! Spread some hope and peace! Spread your hope and dreams! Spread landscapes, artscapes, fragrancescapes, touchscapes,wordscapes and soundscapes! Spread building-up-others-scapes, stengthscapes and carescapes! Most of all, spread love! Dust daily! Dust off the Shelves of Your life, every day and spread your dust around!

Dusting off the Shelves of Our Lives

Dusting off the Shelves of Our Lives



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