The Secret Truth About INFJs

This is so on the money. Its nice to hear what you've always known but never dared express to others. Nobody would understand and you know it. They think they would but they wouldn't.

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Brain Development & Addiction with Gabor Mate

INFJ - Like Jesus on a Luck Dragon

This is so true!

Gifts

Recently I was engaged in an exercise in which a group of people either gave you a gift or told you what your gift was. I don't know these people very well but I too had to tell them either their gift or give them a gift. 

It turned out I was last to receive my gifts and what I heard surprised me. A room full of people, who barely knew me, provided a list of gifts unique to every list prior. What surprised me is their gifts were all things that meant so very much to me. 

Compassion
Self-love
Wise Woman
Laughter
Consciousness
Warmth and Happiness
Peaceful Journey
Leadership
Spiritual
Enlightenment
Wisdom

11 beautiful people, 11 beautiful gifts. 

INFJ - The Counselor (or Protector)

Healthy Ego - Shunyamurti

Robert Sapolsky - The Psychology of Stress

A Course in Miracles - Lesson 182

Lesson 182

I will be still an instant and go home.

This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting you, as if there were a place that called you to return, although you do not recognize the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainty you are an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again.

No one but knows whereof we speak. Yet some try to put by their suffering in games they play to occupy their time, and keep their sadness from them. Others will deny that they are sad, and do not recognize their tears at all. Still others will maintain that what we speak of is illusion, not to be considered more than but a dream. Yet who, in simple honesty, without defensiveness and self-deception, would deny he understands the words we speak?

We speak today for everyone who walks this world, for he is not at home. He goes uncertainly about in endless search, seeking in darkness what he cannot find; not recognizing what it is he seeks. A thousand homes he makes, yet none contents his restless mind. He does not understand he builds in vain. The home he seeks can not be made by him. There is no substitute for Heaven. All he ever made was hell.

Perhaps you think it is your childhood home that you would find again. The childhood of your body, and its place of shelter, are a memory now so distorted that you merely hold a picture of a past that never happened. Yet there is a Child in you Who seeks His Father's house, and knows that He is alien here. This childhood is eternal, with an innocence that will endure forever. Where this Child shall go is holy ground. It is His Holiness that lights up Heaven, and that brings to earth the pure reflection of the light above, wherein are earth and Heaven joined as one.

It is this Child in you your Father knows as His Own Son. It is this Child Who knows His Father. He desires to go home so deeply, so unceasingly, His voice cries unto you to let Him rest a while. He does not ask for more than just a few instants of respite; just an interval in which He can return to breathe again the holy air that fills His Father's house. You are His home as well. He will return. But give Him just a little time to be Himself, within the peace that is His home, resting in silence and in peace and love.

This Child needs your protection. He is far from home. He is so little that He seems so easily shut out, His tiny voice so readily obscured, His call for help almost unheard amid the grating sounds and harsh and rasping noises of the world. Yet does He know that in you still abides His sure protection. You will fail Him not. He will go home, and you along with Him.

This Child is your defenselessness; your strength. He trusts in you. He came because He knew you would not fail. He whispers of His home unceasingly to you. For He would bring you back with Him, that He Himself might stay, and not return again where He does not belong, and where He lives an outcast in a world of alien thoughts. His patience has no limits. He will wait until you hear His gentle Voice within you, calling you to let Him go in peace, along with you, to where He is at home and you with Him.

When you are still an instant, when the world recedes from you, when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then will you hear His Voice. So poignantly He calls to you that you will not resist Him longer. In that instant He will take you to His home, and you will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that you are at home.

Rest with Him frequently today. For He was willing to become a little Child that you might learn of Him how strong is he who comes without defenses, offering only love's messages to those who think he is their enemy. He holds the might of Heaven in His hand and calls them friend, and gives His strength to them, that they may see He would be Friend to them. He asks that they protect Him, for His home is far away, and He will not return to it alone.

Christ is reborn as but a little Child each time a wanderer would leave his home. For he must learn that what he would protect is but this Child, Who comes defenseless and Who is protected by defenselessness. Go home with Him from time to time today. You are as much an alien here as He.

Take time today to lay aside your shield which profits nothing, and lay down the spear and sword you raised against an enemy without existence. Christ has called you friend and brother. He has even come to ask your help in letting Him go home today, completed and completely. He has come as does a little child, who must beseech his father for protection and for love. He rules the universe, and yet He asks unceasingly that you return with Him, and take illusions as your gods no more.

You have not lost your innocence. It is for this you yearn. This is your heart's desire. This is the voice you hear, and this the call which cannot be denied. The holy Child remains with you. His home is yours. Today He gives you His defenselessness, and you accept it in exchange for all the toys of battle you have made. And now the way is open, and the journey has an end in sight at last. Be still an instant and go home with Him, and be at peace a while.

Where The Rainbow Never Fades by George D. Prentice

Portrait of an INFJ - The Protector

Portrait of an INFJ - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
(Introverted Intuition with Extraverted Feeling)

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The Protector

As an INFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in primarily via intuition. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit with your personal value system.

INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. Artistic and creative, they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types.

INFJs place great importance on havings things orderly and systematic in their outer world. They put a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly define and re-define the priorities in their lives. On the other hand, INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. They are usually right, and they usually know it. Consequently, INFJs put a tremendous amount of faith into their instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer worlds, and may result in the INFJ not being as organized as other Judging types tend to be. Or we may see some signs of disarray in an otherwise orderly tendency, such as a consistently messy desk.

INFJs have uncanny insight into people and situations. They get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them. As an extreme example, some INFJs report experiences of a psychic nature, such as getting strong feelings about there being a problem with a loved one, and discovering later that they were in a car accident. This is the sort of thing that other types may scorn and scoff at, and the INFJ themself does not really understand their intuition at a level which can be verbalized. Consequently, most INFJs are protective of their inner selves, sharing only what they choose to share when they choose to share it. They are deep, complex individuals, who are quite private and typically difficult to understand. INFJs hold back part of themselves, and can be secretive.

But the INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring. INFJs are concerned for people's feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. They are very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful INFJ into a state of agitation or charged anger. They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies, and experience health problems when under a lot of stress.

Because the INFJ has such strong intuitive capabilities, they trust their own instincts above all else. This may result in an INFJ stubborness and tendency to ignore other people's opinions. They believe that they're right. On the other hand, INFJ is a perfectionist who doubts that they are living up to their full potential. INFJs are rarely at complete peace with themselves - there's always something else they should be doing to improve themselves and the world around them. They believe in constant growth, and don't often take time to revel in their accomplishments. They have strong value systems, and need to live their lives in accordance with what they feel is right. In deference to the Feeling aspect of their personalities, INFJs are in some ways gentle and easy going. Conversely, they have very high expectations of themselves, and frequently of their families. They don't believe in compromising their ideals.

INFJ is a natural nurturer; patient, devoted and protective. They make loving parents and usually have strong bonds with their offspring. They have high expectations of their children, and push them to be the best that they can be. This can sometimes manifest itself in the INFJ being hard-nosed and stubborn. But generally, children of an INFJ get devoted and sincere parental guidance, combined with deep caring.

In the workplace, the INFJ usually shows up in areas where they can be creative and somewhat independent. They have a natural affinity for art, and many excel in the sciences, where they make use of their intuition. INFJs can also be found in service-oriented professions. They are not good at dealing with minutia or very detailed tasks. The INFJ will either avoid such things, or else go to the other extreme and become enveloped in the details to the extent that they can no longer see the big picture. An INFJ who has gone the route of becoming meticulous about details may be highly critical of other individuals who are not.

The INFJ individual is gifted in ways that other types are not. Life is not necessarily easy for the INFJ, but they are capable of great depth of feeling and personal achievement.

Jungian functional preference ordering:

Dominant: Introverted Intuition

Auxiliary: Extraverted Feeling

Tertiary: Introverted Thinking

Inferior: Extraverted Sensing

The Dream Begins

Paul McCartney Hits a Nail On The Head

Bill Hicks - Revelations

Brilliant!

Bill Hicks Shaman! Your vision helped me to find God.

R.I.P.

Rives - The 4 A.M. Mystery

A good giggle!

Charles Fleischer - Moleeds

A fun 20 minutes!

Awakening

I loved this when I first saw it.

Bill Hicks on Reading and Readahs

The "certain anti-intellectualism" beginning in the 80's refers to the election of Ronald Wilson Reagan which Bill Hicks also noted on another occasion, each name had six letters. 666. He then went on to assure us Reagan couldn't be the anti-christ as he was too stupid. 

Also, the video has been named by the Youtube user "What Your Reading For?" Ha ha ha

Okay, that doesn't mean YOU can critique MY grammar and spelling. Deal?

Wherever you stand,

Be the soul of that place. 

- Rumi

Thinking About An Episode of the Walking Dead

So, The Walking Dead. 

Woodbury, a town isolating itself from the outside world, with a governor who professes the need for safety and uses fear as the primary motivation for support of his authority, has a armed force to 'protect' the people but it is also used to maintain order and carry out the Governor's will. When people disagree with his rule, those people are called terrorists which then becomes his justification to murder, torture, and manipulate anybody who exists outside and inside the perimeter. The 'entertainment' is designed to excite and desensitize the populace without anybody questioning what is going on or whether or not its just or right. 

Why does this sound familiar?

I'm a Stranger Here - Five Man Electric Band

One of my favs!

Bill Hicks - Igby's, Last Show (1993)

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I like the last minute of this video where Bill Hicks sets the watermelon on the stool while Killing In The Name by Rage Against the Machine plays. He winds up with the mic and DOESN'T smash the melon  as expected. He then gives the double salute while "Fuck you! I wont do what you tell me!" screams over the sound system. He was such a beacon of intelligent, rational thinking. The Anti-Gallagher.

Bill Hicks helped to heal our perceptions and collective unconsciousness. This show was not long before he passed away from pancreatic cancer and it appears he was in some pain during the performance. An angry show but pointed.

*Listening to the last moments on his Arizona Bay album* "There is a God. He loves us all so much"

R.I.P.

Jamie Kilstein - Vegans

Funny!

A Course in Miracles - An Overview Of Its Philosophy

A Course In Miracles - A Tiny, Mad Idea

Chocolate, Cheese, Meat, and Sugar - Physically Addictive

Kindness and Compassion by EVOLVE! Campaigns

Animals are sentient beings, capable of feeling love, loss, pain and fear, and are as deserving as us of a life free of suffering and exploitation. Until we extend our circle of compassion to all living things, humanity will not find peace.

Lee Brain Speech - Enbridge JRP Hearings

Lee Brain receives a standing ovation after delivering powerful & inspirational testimony in front of the Northern Gateway Pipeline Joint Review Panel in Prince Rupert on February 18, 2012.

Abraham, Martin, John - Marvin Gaye

We Are All Going To Die - Tribute To Richard Dawkins

Peter Singer - The Ethics Of What We Eat

On The Turning Away - Pink Floyd

One of my favs!

Rosemary Garlic Potatoes

The "in-laws" were visiting from Nova Scotia when I first made this recipe. They may not be in my life anymore but potatoes last forever!




3 tbs olive oil
10 small red pototoes, quartered
1 tbs Rosemary, fresh and chopped
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 ground pepper
1/2 tsp garlic, finely chopped

In a 10 inch skillet heat oil; stir in all remaining ingredients. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until crisply tender (30-35 minutes)

Chermoula

Yum Yum!

Chermoula

Ingredients

1 bunch fresh cilantro
4 cloves garlic
1 teaspoon salt, preferably coarse sea salt
2-3 teaspoons ground cumin
1 tablespoons paprika
1 teaspoon cayenne (ground red pepper)
½ roasted red pepper (or about ¼ cup pimento)
Juice of half a lemon or lime
3 tablespoons olive oil

Method of Preparation

Trim the stems from the bunch of cilantro. Wash and dry thoroughly. Place in to the food processor and pulse until finely chopped.

Remove the skin from the four garlic cloves and place them on a cutting board. Smash the cloves under the blade of a knife or use a garlic press.Work the salt into the garlic with the flat edge of the knife. The grains of salt will help to break down the garlic.Add the garlic to the cilantro in the food processor, along with the spices and roasted pepper. Pulse to blend. The sauce should not be completely smooth but should have a little texture.

Remove mixture to a bowl and stir in lemon or lime juice and olive oil.

Tá na Bláthanna Beag

Small beginnings...

One Day - Matisyahu

Don't Give In To Despair

Ní maith an rud d'aigne bheith de shíor ar na brionglóidí agus faillí a dhéanamh sa bheatha, cuimhnigh ar sin.

Bill Hicks - Its Just A Ride

Bill Hicks ended many performances with a mock execution. I think it was symbolic of 'being silenced' by those trying to keep us on the ride because he was one of the 'good guys' here to help us get off it.

R.I.P.

We Want Peace - Emmanuel Jai

A Course In Miracles - Lesson 163

There is no death. The Son of God is free.

Death is a thought that takes on many forms, often unrecognized. It may appear as sadness, fear, anxiety or doubt; as anger, faithlessness and lack of trust; concern for bodies, envy, and all forms in which the wish to be as you are not may come to tempt you. All such thoughts are but reflections of the worshipping of death as savior and as giver of release.

Embodiment of fear, the host of sin, god of the guilty and the lord of all illusions and deceptions, does the thought of death seem mighty. For it seems to hold all living things within its withered hand; all hopes and wishes in its blighting grasp; all goals perceived but in its sightless eyes. The frail, the helpless and the sick bow down before its image, thinking it alone is real, inevitable, worthy of their trust. For it alone will surely come.

All things but death are seen to be unsure, too quickly lost however hard to gain, uncertain in their outcome, apt to fail the hopes they once engendered, and to leave the taste of dust and ashes in their wake, in place of aspirations and of dreams. But death is counted on. For it will come with certain footsteps when the time has come for its arrival. It will never fail to take all life as hostage to itself.

Would you bow down to idols such as this? Here is the strength and might of God Himself perceived within an idol made of dust. Here is the opposite of God proclaimed as lord of all creation, stronger than God's Will for life, the endlessness of love and Heaven's perfect, changeless constancy. Here is the Will of Father and of Son defeated finally, and laid to rest beneath the headstone death has placed upon the body of the holy Son of God.

Unholy in defeat, he has become what death would have him be. His epitaph, which death itself has written, gives no name to him, for he has passed to dust. It says but this: "Here lies a witness God is dead." And this it writes again and still again, while all the while its worshippers agree, and kneeling down with foreheads to the ground, they whisper fearfully that it is so.

It is impossible to worship death in any form, and still select a few you would not cherish and would yet avoid, while still believing in the rest. For death is total. Either all things die, or else they live and cannot die. No compromise is possible. For here again we see an obvious position, which we must accept if we be sane; what contradicts one thought entirely can not be true, unless its opposite is proven false.

The idea of the death of God is so preposterous that even the insane have difficulty in believing it. For it implies that God was once alive and somehow perished; killed, apparently, by those who did not want Him to survive. Their stronger will could triumph over His, and so eternal life gave way to death. And with the Father died the Son as well.

Death's worshippers may be afraid. And yet, can thoughts like these be fearful? If they saw that it is only this which they believe, they would be instantly released. And you will show them this today. There is no death, and we renounce it now in every form, for their salvation and our own as well. God made not death. Whatever form it takes must therefore be illusion. This the stand we take today. And it is given us to look past death, and see the life beyond.

Our Father, bless our eyes today. We are Your messengers, and we would look upon the glorious reflection of Your Love which shines in everything. We live and move in You alone. We are not separate from Your eternal life. There is no death, for death is not Your Will. And we abide where You have placed us, in the life we share with You and with all living things, to be like You and part of You forever. We accept Your Thoughts as ours, and our will is one with Yours eternally. Amen.

Genocide: Worse Than War | Full-length documentary | PBS

Bobby McFerrin Demonstrates the Power of the Pentatonic Scale

Alberto Cairo - There Are No Scraps Of Men

One Love - Playing For Change

Martin Luther King Jr. - Non-Violence

The World Is Where We Live

Farfalle Salad

Every bite is a new adventure. It has become a summer favorite.

1 lb farfalle pasta (butterfly pasta)
2 spring onions, finely chopped
2 oz sundried tomatoes, finely chopped
1 lb spinach, no stalks, leaves shredded
4 tablespoons toasted pine nuts
1 tablespoon chopped fresh oregano

Dressing

1/4 cup olive oil
1 teaspoon chopped fresh chilli
1 clove garlic, crushed
salt and pepper

1. Cook pasta and drain well.

2. Add onions, tomatoes, spinach, pine nuts and oregano.

3. Combine dressing ingredients then pour over salad

4. Toss well and serve immediately

Gary Yourofsky - Best Speech You Will Ever Hear

This is a great video and solidified my determination to go vegan.

In The Beginning It Is Always Dark

Bastian: Why is it so dark?
Empress Moonchild: In the beginning it is always dark.
Bastian: What is that?
Empress Moonchild: One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.
Bastian: Fantasia has totally disappeared?
Empress Moonchild: Yes
Bastian: Then everything has been in vain.
Empress Moonchild: No, it hasn't. Fantasia can arise in you. In your dreams and wishes Bastian.
Bastian: How?
Empress Moonchild: Open your hand. (places grain of sand in Bastion's hand)
Empress Moonchild: What are you going to wish for?
Bastian: I don't know.
Empress Moonchild: Then there will be no Fantasia any more.
Bastian: How many wishes do I get?
Empress Moonchild: As many as you want. And the more wishes you make, the more magnificent Fantasia will become.
Bastian: Really?
Empress Moonchild: Try it.

Van Morrison - Astral Weeks

One of my favs!

Eddie Vedder - Society

One of my favs!

Falling Down

Hey. Why are you putting barbed wire on that fence? Is this how you rich people amuse yourselves? You put barbed wire on the fence so innocent people like me can hurt themselves looking in? - Bill Foster

Tabouli

Wonderful on a hot, hot day. A delicious minty salad that is both nutritious and filling.




You will need the following:

3/4 cup burghul
3/4 cup water
5 oz fresh, flat parsley
1 oz fresh chives
2 1/2 cups fresh basil leaves
1/2 cup fresh mint leaves (I will sometimes substitute 2 tablespoons of jarred mint, not jelly)
4 spring onions, finely chopped
3 medium tomatoes, chopped
1/3 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup olive oil

1. Combine the burghul and water in a meduim bowl. Allow to stand for 15 minutes or unitl all the water has been absorbed.

2. Remove large stalks from the parsley and discard them. Wash and dry the other herbs thoroughly. Chop will with a large, sharp knife or in a food processor. Do not over process.

3. Combine all ingredients and toss well. Refrigerate until needed.

The Rowing Song

Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a-blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

Unrepentant: Kevin Annett and Canada's Genocide

Luca-Lou, Lou-Lou, Lou-Lou Belle

Luca

Still A Wolf At Heart

Hooper and Yuna 

Don't Worry - Playing For Change

http://playingforchange.com

The Deathly Hallows

Terror washed over him as he lay on the floor, with that funeral drum pounding inside of him. Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

A Course In Miracles - Lesson 109

I rest in God

We ask for rest today, and quietness unshaken by the world's appearances. We ask for peace and stillness, in the midst of all the turmoil born of clashing dreams. We ask for safety and for happiness, although we seem to look on danger and on sorrow. And we have the thought that will answer our asking with what we request.

"I rest in God." This thought will bring to you the rest and quiet, peace and stillness, and the safety and the happiness you seek. "I rest in God." This thought has power to wake the sleeping truth in you, whose vision sees beyond appearances to that same truth in everyone and everything there is. Here is the end of suffering for all the world, and everyone who ever came and yet will come to linger for a while. Here is the thought in which the Son of God is born again, to recognize himself.

"I rest in God." Completely undismayed, this thought will carry you through storms and strife, past misery and pain, past loss and death, and onward to the certainty of God. There is no suffering it cannot heal. There is no problem that it cannot solve. And no appearance but will turn to truth before the eyes of you who rest in God.

This is the day of peace. You rest in God, and while the world is torn by winds of hate your rest remains completely undisturbed. Yours is the rest of truth. Appearances cannot intrude on you. You call to all to join you in your rest, and they will hear and come to you because you rest in God. They will not hear another voice than yours because you gave your voice to God, and now you rest in Him and let Him speak through you.

In Him you have no cares and no concerns, no burdens, no anxiety, no pain, no fear of future and no past regrets. In timelessness you rest, while time goes by without its touch upon you, for your rest can never change in any way at all. You rest today. And as you close your eyes, sink into stillness. Let these periods of rest and respite reassure your mind that all its frantic fantasies were but the dreams of fever that has passed away. Let it be still and thankfully accept its healing. No more fearful dreams will come, now that you rest in God. Take time today to slip away from dreams and into peace.

Each hour that you take your rest today, a tired mind is suddenly made glad, a bird with broken wings begins to sing, a stream long dry begins to flow again. The world is born again each time you rest, and hourly remember that you came to bring the peace of God into the world, that it might take its rest along with you.

With each five minutes that you rest today, the world is nearer waking. And the time when rest will be the only thing there is comes closer to all worn and tired minds, too weary now to go their way alone. And they will hear the bird begin to sing and see the stream begin to flow again, with hope reborn and energy restored to walk with lightened steps along the road that suddenly seems easy as they go.

You rest within the peace of God today, and call upon your brothers from your rest to draw them to their rest, along with you. You will be faithful to your trust today, forgetting no one, bringing everyone into the boundless circle of your peace, the holy sanctuary where you rest. Open the temple doors and let them come from far across the world, and near as well; your distant brothers and your closest friends; bid them all enter here and rest with you.

You rest within the peace of God today, quiet and unafraid. Each brother comes to take his rest, and offer it to you. We rest together here, for thus our rest is made complete, and what we give today we have received already. Time is not the guardian of what we give today. We give to those unborn and those passed by, to every Thought of God, and to the Mind in which these Thoughts were born and where they rest. And we remind them of their resting place each time we tell ourselves, "I rest in God."

Do You Know What The Scariest Thing Is?

Do you know what the scariest thing is? 

To not know your place in this world. To not know why you're here. That's...that's just an awful feeling. - Elijah Price

Indigenous Native American Prophecy

Fractal Wrongness

In The Next Life

A friend of mine once commented that after he dies, he wanted to come back as a parrot in his next life.

When asked why, his answer was simple, "Because I'll already know a lot of words."

R.I.P.

Home Land Security

[Mr. Furious, the Blue Raja, and the Shoveller are sneaking across Frankenstein's property to undertake some reconnaissance] 

Mr. Furious: Shh! Wait! Hear that? We must have hit a trip-wire. It could be a proton eviscerator heating up. 
The Shoveller: It could be a cybernetic atom scrambler. They target moving objects. 
The Blue Raja: It sounds more like a heat-seeking anthrax projection gun to me. Quickly, cover your mouths. 
Mr. Furious: No, let's bolt! Come on! 
The Shoveller No! Don't move. 
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe! 
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt! 
The Shoveller: Don't move! 
The Blue Raja: Don't breathe! 
Mr. Furious: Let's bolt! 
The Shoveller: Don't move! 

[a sprinkler system turns on and the three are soaked]

The Shoveller: [disgustedly] Ohh, it's the sprinkler.

The Fire Walkers

The Fire Walkers have my deepest love, loyalty, and commitment.

Bill Hicks - The Moon Is Smiling

Tom Regan - A Case For Animal Rights

How Non-Violence Works

Be The Change