Mother Nature Pack's a Punch

Post by David Labiche.

The Real World Wide Web

The real world wide web. Don't kid yourself. ha ha ha#www#internet#worldwide twitter.com/MysticDogEars/…
— Mystic Dog Ears (@MysticDogEars) May 20, 2013

"Shut Up and Go Back to the Mall That Spawned You!"

I don't walk into malls to often and one a recent trip I had the pleasure (?) of visiting a new one. When I saw people sitting down on sofas, reading the paper and watching t.v., I immediately thought of this:

"You do realize that by the year 2000 all malls will be connected. It's gonna be a sub-culture of mall people, who have never seen daylight, born, bred, and raised in the malls, sent down to the wafting tomb of Debbie Gibson to become Happy Consumers." - Bill Hicks (Sane Man-1989)

Debbie Gibson was to Bill Hicks as Pennywise was to the children of Derry. 

Inhale Love

At first I laughed and then I thought, 

"If a Jack Russell could sit still long enough to meditate, anything in life is possible."

The Ancient Heart of Forgiveness - Jack Kornfield

Non-Violence Speech - Matatma Gandhi

Slow Cooker Stew

I have to post this because I don't want to forget what I did this morning. LOL

I have a small slow cooker so:

1 Potato
1 Carrot
1 Celery Stalk
1/2 Onion
3 Garlic Cloves
2 Brussel Sprouts
1/4 Cup Quinoa
2 Tbs Bulgar
Pepper
Dill 
Parsley
Salt
Water

served with peppery Tibetan flat bread.

Yizkor - Holocaust Remembrance Day 2013

I dream of a family whom I never had the chance to meet. 

Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom HaShoah) 2013 began in the evening of

Sunday, April 7

and ends in the evening of

Monday, April 8

God full of mercy who dwells on high
Grant perfect rest on the wings of Your Divine Presence
In the lofty heights of the holy and pure
who shine as the brightness of the heavens
to the souls of my relatives
both on my father's side and my mother's side
the holy and the pure
who were put to death, slain, slaughtered
burned to death or suffocated in the sanctification of God's name
as, without making a formal vow, I pledge to give charity
to commemorate their souls.
Their resting place shall be in the Garden of Eden.
Therefore, the Master of mercy will care for them
under the protection of His wings for all time
And bind their souls in the bond of everlasting life.
God is their inheritance and they will rest in peace
and let us say Amen.

<3

Lift Me Up - Bill Hicks

"Lift me up out of this illusion Lord
Heal my perception so that I may know only reality and only you
... stuff like that." - Bill Hicks

Two Child One Drop - Matisyahu

Live From Stubb's Vol. 2 version is a combination of Two Child One Drop, Dispatch the Troops, and Close My Eyes.

"I came up with two children — child soldiers in Africa, they’ve been forced to fight a war. They escape their army, and then they’re lost in a forest, like in [Rebbe Nachman's] Story of the Seven Beggars. " 
- Matisyahu

"Two Child One Drop" - 47 Minute Mark

The world is crying the world is dying
World goes blind while the boy is lying
The house is burning the children mourning their father's death
While world it keeps turning

One more day of pain has passed
While he lies in the grass on his back
Lookin' through the cracks in the sky sunsets
And all drowns in twilight

The world is cracked the earth is black
A child with no arms lying on his back
No where to go in the middle of this cold
In the middle of this earth spinning out of control

The desert stretches on for one more day
The girl pleads to him don't go away
His lips they move but got nothing to say
Stares blankly through her face
Recollection of his brothers as they played

I'm running in the desert running into the sun
Running out of blood and I'm going numb
I'm running and I'm running
And I'm running and I'm running on empty

I'm running in this maze till I reach the sea
My heart burns up inside of me
Burnt and charred from this desert heat
My heart burns up inside of me

And the pain within is the pain outside
The desert right here is a reflection of my life
Just as brutal as I am the sun me and this desert we are one
I am a murderer
I am a murderer

Only the dead souls know I'm alive
They want me to lie down by their side
These are the demons that passed through my life
That killed me over a thousand times

I don't run I don't flee I don't fight
I don't act dumb I don't shine my light
I don't act dumb I don't flex my might
I sit down on the ground till the time is right

They seek my demise and rely
On my dark side to give into the night
All those desperate ghosts stuck souls trapped in black holes
Became werewolves stolen souls they wanna see me bleed
they wanna see me bleed
they wanna see me bleed

Only the dead souls know I'm alive
They want me to lie down by their side
These are the demons that passed through my life
That killed me over a thousand times

I don't run I don't flee I don't fight
I don't act dumb I don't shine my light
I don't act dumb I don't flex my might
I sit down on the ground till the time is right

They seek my demise and rely
On my dark side to give into the night
All those desperate ghosts stuck souls trapped in black holes
Became werewolves stolen souls wanna see me bleed

**Dispatch The Troops**

Strip away the serpents skin
We came to win
Dispatch the troops
Send out the captain
My gem is held captive in the dungeon
Don't come back again until you end the mission
If it takes a long time
Don't lose the vision
If you're stuck
Check the blueprint
Look within
Reflection
Got to find the rhythm
Won't you please return child
Where you been?
She says I can't come home because he won't let me in
And besides we don't need no more friction
Used to look so nice how'd you get so thin?
With a heart of ice it's a heart of sin
Skin white like a ghost with a pale complexion
Pray to God for the dead we need resurrection
Don't you know 

**Close My Eyes**

I listened' to the wind whistle in a channel of sound
my ear like a vacuum begin to boom
glisten like the sun heats a drum,
cursing' all of them doomed rising' up from the ground
growing full like the moon

No matter where I am bless me with all your light,
I'm on the train brain vexed connected and the I feel blessed
Whether day or night I'm on the street in midtown New York City
Let me stop praise your name I need room to breath

Said I’ve been ripped into lyrics, I’ve been ripped into words
Explained like physics leaving your vision blurred
Helping the unrighteous men there is no need to worry
Crush the wicked, in away with all his fists of fury
I’m studying rhymes all day
And everyday that's what I say
I come with consciousness as my sword I slay
All of them crazy murderers are bound to be prey
knock, knock, sucking evil man with no delay
I'm dropping bombs on ya
Yeah and to your dismay
Up in every single way and in each and every day
I sit back relax and listen to the music play
With headphones on my head a yes I bump and I sway
And I've been rhyming through your house, yes I've been rhyming through your room
Explained like physics leaving your conscious doomed
Kaboom in the morning and the afternoon
Write rhymes and I shine right tearing at the moon

A Course In Miracles - Lesson 128

Lesson 128

The world I see holds nothing that I want.

The world you see holds nothing that you need to offer you; nothing that you can use in any way, nor anything at all that serves to give you joy. Believe this thought, and you are saved from years of misery, from countless disappointments, and from hopes that turn to bitter ashes of despair. No one but must accept this thought as true, if he would leave the world behind and soar beyond its petty scope and little ways.

Each thing you value here is but a chain that binds you to the world, and it will serve no other end but this. For everything must serve the purpose you have given it, until you see a different purpose there. The only purpose worthy of your mind this world contains is that you pass it by, without delaying to perceive some hope where there is none. Be you deceived no more. The world you see holds nothing that you want.

Escape today the chains you place upon your mind when you perceive salvation here. For what you value you make part of you as you perceive yourself. All things you seek to make your value greater in your sight limit you further, hide your worth from you, and add another bar across the door that leads to true awareness of your Self.

Let nothing that relates to body thoughts delay your progress to salvation, nor permit temptation to believe the world holds anything you want to hold you back. Nothing is here to cherish. Nothing here is worth one instant of delay and pain; one moment of uncertainty and doubt. The worthless offer nothing. Certainty of worth can not be found in worthlessness.

Today we practice letting go all thought of values we have given to the world. We leave it free of purposes we gave its aspects and its phases and its dreams. We hold it purposeless within our minds, and loosen it from all we wish it were. Thus do we lift the chains that bar the door to freedom from the world, and go beyond all little values and diminished goals.

Pause and be still a little while, and see how far you rise above the world, when you release your mind from chains and let it seek the level where it finds itself at home. It will be grateful to be free a while. It knows where it belongs. But free its wings, and it will fly in sureness and in joy to join its holy purpose. Let it rest in its Creator, there to be restored to sanity, to freedom and to love.

Give it ten minutes rest three times today. And when your eyes are opened afterwards, you will not value anything you see as much as when you looked at it before. Your whole perspective on the world will shift by just a little, every time you let your mind escape its chains. The world is not where it belongs. And you belong where it would be, and where it goes to rest when you release it from the world. Your Guide is sure. Open your mind to Him. Be still and rest.

Protect your mind throughout the day as well. And when you think you see some value in an aspect or an image of the world, refuse to lay this chain upon your mind, but tell yourself with quiet certainty:

This will not tempt me to delay myself.
The world I see holds nothing that I want.

I Am Another You, You Are Another Me

Agreeable Friends

Yuna and Meiko

A Course In Miracles - Lesson 151

Lesson 151

All things are echoes of the Voice for God.

No one can judge on partial evidence. That is not judgment. It is merely an opinion based on ignorance and doubt. Its seeming certainty is but a cloak for the uncertainty it would conceal. It needs irrational defense because it is irrational. And its defense seems strong, convincing, and without a doubt because of all the doubting underneath.

You do not seem to doubt the world you see. You do not really question what is shown you through the body's eyes. Nor do you ask why you believe it, even though you learned a long while since your senses do deceive. That you believe them to the last detail which they report is even stranger, when you pause to recollect how frequently they have been faulty witnesses indeed! Why would you trust them so implicitly? Why but because of underlying doubt, which you would hide with show of certainty?

How can you judge? Your judgment rests upon the witness that your senses offer you. Yet witness never falser was than this. But how else do you judge the world you see? You place pathetic faith in what your eyes and ears report. You think your fingers touch reality, and close upon the truth. This is awareness that you understand, and think more real than what is witnessed to by the eternal Voice for God Himself.

Can this be judgment? You have often been urged to refrain from judging, not because it is a right to be withheld from you. You cannot judge. You merely can believe the ego's judgments, all of which are false. It guides your senses carefully, to prove how weak you are; how helpless and afraid, how apprehensive of just punishment, how black with sin, how wretched in your guilt.

This thing it speaks of, and would yet defend, it tells you is yourself. And you believe that this is so with stubborn certainty. Yet underneath remains the hidden doubt that what it shows you as reality with such conviction it does not believe. It is itself alone that it condemns. It is within itself it sees the guilt. It is its own despair it sees in you.

Hear not its voice. The witnesses it sends to prove to you its evil is your own are false, and speak with certainty of what they do not know. Your faith in them is blind because you would not share the doubts their lord can not completely vanquish. You believe to doubt his vassals is to doubt yourself.

Yet you must learn to doubt their evidence will clear the way to recognize yourself, and let the Voice for God alone be Judge of what is worthy of your own belief. He will not tell you that your brother should be judged by what your eyes behold in him, nor what his body's mouth says to your ears, nor what your fingers' touch reports of him. He passes by such idle witnesses, which merely bear false witness to God's Son. He recognizes only what God loves, and in the holy light of what He sees do all the ego's dreams of what you are vanish before the splendor He beholds.

Let Him be Judge of what you are, for He has certainty in which there is no doubt, because it rests on Certainty so great that doubt is meaningless before Its face. Christ cannot doubt Himself. The Voice for God can only honor Him, rejoicing in His perfect, everlasting sinlessness. Whom He has judged can only laugh at guilt, unwilling now to play with toys of sin; unheeding of the body's witnesses before the rapture of Christ's holy face.

And thus He judges you. Accept His Word for what you are, for He bears witness to your beautiful creation, and the Mind Whose Thought created your reality. What can the body mean to Him Who knows the glory of the Father and the Son? What whispers of the ego can He hear? What could convince Him that your sins are real? Let Him be Judge as well of everything that seems to happen to you in this world. His lessons will enable you to bridge the gap between illusions and the truth.

He will remove all faith that you have placed in pain, disaster, suffering and loss. He gives you vision which can look beyond these grim appearances, and can behold the gentle face of Christ in all of them. You will no longer doubt that only good can come to you who are beloved of God, for He will judge all happenings, and teach the single lesson that they all contain.

He will select the elements in them which represent the truth, and disregard those aspects which reflect but idle dreams. And He will reinterpret all you see, and all occurrences, each circumstance, and every happening that seems to touch on you in any way from His one frame of reference, wholly unified and sure. And you will see the love beyond the hate, the constancy in change, the pure in sin, and only Heaven's blessing on the world.

Such is your resurrection, for your life is not a part of anything you see. It stands beyond the body and the world, past every witness for unholiness, within the Holy, holy as Itself. In everyone and everything His Voice would speak to you of nothing but your Self and your Creator, Who is One with Him. So will you see the holy face of Christ in everything, and hear in everything no sound except the echo of God's Voice.

We practice wordlessly today, except at the beginning of the time we spend with God. We introduce these times with but a single, slow repeating of the thought with which the day begins. And then we watch our thoughts, appealing silently to Him Who sees the elements of truth in them. Let Him evaluate each thought that comes to mind, remove the elements of dreams, and give them back again as clean ideas that do not contradict the Will of God.

Give Him your thoughts, and He will give them back as miracles which joyously proclaim the wholeness and the happiness God wills His Son, as proof of His eternal Love. And as each thought is thus transformed, it takes on healing power from the Mind which saw the truth in it, and failed to be deceived by what was falsely added. All the threads of fantasy are gone. And what remains is unified into a perfect Thought that offers its perfection everywhere.

Spend fifteen minutes thus when you awake, and gladly give another fifteen more before you go to sleep. Your ministry begins as all your thoughts are purified. So are you taught to teach the Son of God the holy lesson of his sanctity. No one can fail to listen, when you hear the Voice for God give honor to God's Son. And everyone will share the thoughts with you which He has retranslated in your mind.

Such is your Eastertide. And so you lay the gift of snow-white lilies on the world, replacing witnesses to sin and death. Through your transfiguration is the world redeemed, and joyfully released from guilt. Now do we lift our resurrected minds in gladness and in gratitude to Him Who has restored our sanity to us.

And we will hourly remember Him Who is salvation and deliverance. As we give thanks, the world unites with us and happily accepts our holy thoughts, which Heaven has corrected and made pure. Now has our ministry begun at last, to carry round the world the joyous news that truth has no illusions, and the peace of God, through us, belongs to everyone.

Manifesto for The Counts of the Netherworld

The time has come to air the Voice of Reason
In a world gone mad, adrift on banal seas
For all who feel that lies have had their season
And whose hearts cry out instead for honesty

For all the wary souls grown bored with dreaming
Whose thirst for knowledge and for beauty goes unslaked
For all who long to wake from what is seeming
And know what's real, and what is real to embrance

For all who've sat and watched with mounting horror
Evil's reign upon this world grow ever-clear
For all who've sought in vain, emancipators
Wielding swords of truth, and laughing without fear

-Bill Hicks