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We are entering a new era. I am thankful that we have new inventions that allow us to speak, not only to our state, and national representatives...we can actually speak to those gathering information to improve the conditions of people in the United States.

The careful administration of the assets that we have will be necessary. We still have a great abundance, however some have much more than others and as long as this exists, we will have problems.

Imagine a pond that is full, and on top of that pond are ducks that float around and gather their food from those creatures that live in that pond. These ducks are the elected and the elite of our country. They are necessary only as long as they are honestly elected. This great pond has rules and following these rules has created an even greater pond.

However, rule after rule has been broken by those surrounding and living upon the pond that represents our survival. Now, the dam has been broken and our most important asset is being drained away from the great pond. The hardship will not be upon the ducks. As the water goes down the ducks will remain upon top. To view more closely. There are fish living in the water. As the water goes down, these lower living creatures will have less water to swim and survive in. The ducks will actually benefit from less water because the fish population will have to survive in less water and will be picked off by the ducks without hesitation. This has been going on for some time now. Ducks not looking into the future did not realize that they would eventually run out of food, because they would run out of healthy fish. Yes, we have allowed our government to rule without consideration of the strife and suffering of those that they ruled over.

The pond equilibrium is damaged. Their must be something to stop the loss of water and that will be found in nature as well. Some eager beaver will build the dam back up. The pond will turn into a lake and the fish will again thrive and the ducks will rise and survive.

It would be nice if the elected ducks could survive without harming the fish that voted them into office, but this is not the way of the world. The suffering must now be shared equally. The beaver must keep the dam in good service. Natural boarders must be established around the lake. The ducks cannot take advantage of the low waters by being gluttons upon the fish. Balance must be reached, or this beautiful, natural democracy will turn into a swamp that can hold quick sand and dangerous scavengers.

We as a nation are too down to allow anyone or anything to take advantage of our vulnerability.

I don't see our population as lazy, yet we are whipped with taxes so we must work harder. Why are we forced to leave our families for longer periods of time, why must take parents away from children, what were we thinking when we decided to allow our energy lakes to run dry?

It isn't as if we can't fix our problems...the question is can we ask any more from our citizens, our workers...because they have been giving all they can possibly give. And...get this...when we reach out for help from those that are in the positions that are suppose to be there for us...we are described as leaches.

Still, there are those that are willing to risk their lives to hold this country up. There are those at the lowest wages that do all they can do to raise up our children and heal the sick. There are those that are aging and still bending to help.

OK, give us the list of things you wish for us to do to save this country. This is the question from every American. Understand, we know how to save, we know how to recycle, we know how to turn our world around...however we can't also carry the burden of government gluttony and abandonment.

Ni "The Ancient One"

Can blinking make one forget.

An answer to ... an swer ...where did that word come from?

You Must Remember This: Forgetting Has Its
Benefits By MELINDA BECK Melinda Beck at HealthJournal@wsj.com

After reading her article, I was faced with the choice of joining the discussion only if I agreed to subscribe to the wall street journal. Well, no. Not that many articles are to my liking, but most are not. I would order a set of articles that I was interested in...otherwize...I will catch a few, free, now and then. Lets see...when I order or subscribe...I am helping someone sell or advertise something, so selling the whole Wall Street Journal does not make ad sense because selling fewer of the articles that are of interest might include all the ads that are in the larger copy. Hummm...a thought on news.

Now, back to her article.

I have decided that forgetting is really not forgetting at all, but a recreation of facts that we choose to store in an empty portion of the brain that has neurons that have tiny pathways. To compare...think of the path of cattle through a field by cattle constantly taking the same route home, and tiny little rabbit paths that cross them from time to time as we walk through our mind and to get to the forgotten, one must take an even smaller path of a sugar ant (piss ant).

I don't think very many people would be able to find their way back to the piss path, but the cattle path is very nearly like a people path, so we could find that one if we had a mind to wander through the meadow of our mind and memories.

I suppose a happening can be imagined to be carried by cattle, rabbits, and tiny ants. We choose the importance based on emotions. We know we all have many emotions, but which emotion would one imagine to be the one that causes and elephant path. A destructive rogue elephant path...it seems it would be something science could study, if there is ever enough money in the government to seem another study of any kind.

Talking to One's Self

I hear it many times. A ringing for my head upon a phone that I am not using. I dialed a number that had been previously punched in and there it is again...my other phone ringing. What timing, I thought as I reached for my second phone. How am I going to manage speaking on both phones. A silly worry, I suppose because it would be simple to hang one up and answer the other. Still, I am programmed to stick with a path I have chosen to take. And now, I have two paths. My dilemma is solved, no one answers my call, so I am now free to give my undivided attention to the ringing phone. Hello, I said to a single phone. No, reply. I reach for my other phone in order to try my call again...and it rings and rings and I was just about to give up when my other phone rings again. Hello! No reply. Who was playing this trick on me, didn't they realize I had a busy life. Well, obviously not! I was becoming more and more anxious as I tried to juggle two phone. Oh, dear, my first phone out had a busy signal. What was this world trying to tell me...I thought while dialing the same number I had tried before. The ringing of the other phone began again. No tricks this time, I thought as I ignored the ringing while the person on the other end of my call-out ignored my ringing. I became alert to both phones ringing. What on earth was going on? Glancing at my phone out number, I thought I recognized it. My goodness, I was phoning myself! I am sure you must have figured that out before I did.
I wanted to make sure, so I picked up my ringing phone and said, Hello for the third time. I was fairly upset and unpleasant at being disturbed by myself. How harsh I was to me. What message was this flapping of the butterfly wing trying to tell to me. Was I so disconnected with myself that I thought my frustration would be solved by getting angry with me.
My life, in a flash of a thought had come to a full circle, just as the phone call I made to myself. I complained when I found no one to answer me. I was really trying to stay in touch with the world and found myself out of touch with myself. Was I too unimportant to speak to myself? The answer was obvious...surely, I should have been able to do that. I have two phones. One is ringing out to me, and one is ringing in to me. So, I stayed on the line and answered. Hello? I heard an echo as if it were in my own head...Hello?? Who is this? Who is this?? Who are you trying to reach? Who are you trying to reach?? I didn't phone, you did? I didn't phone, you did?? No, you phoned me? No, you phoned me?? I had actually reached the point of arguing with myself...
I hung up both phones and gently placed them down, and walked away to be by myself and to somehow get in touch with myself in a way that I had needed to do for a long time. Who had I been trying to call? A friend to confide in. But only because I did not trust my own self. All along, I should have been that friend that I could confide in. All this communication in our lives has cut us off from ourselves. We only answer when we make a mistake and dial our own number. Ni

Red Apple Fairy

Please excuse the spelling errors in the last blog....?

Copywrite of the ocean photos can be found under Johnston Island. No name could be found at the time for me to pass on the photographer's name or even the date...I do recommend their site and story of the island and its history. My father took simular photos, but they were not in as good a condition as vast number of photos of the flora and fauna of Johnston Island site. Ni

Destruction of My Island Home-spoils of war

These photos are copywrite by the veterans of the island...Look under Johnston Island and you can find the names of these special people who risk their lives in order to protect the earth from an evil that will long be remembered as spoils of war. Ni

An island formed from a volcanic eruption over millions of years. A speck in the middle of a vast ocean and I was blessed to have lived there, with my family. It is the farthest from civilization possible, unless one considered a tiny island that held birds as civilized. Peaceful, quiet, calm and charming. Pleasant swims in protected lagoon beach. A stop off for a multitude of air craft on their way to somewhere.

Later in its existance it was contaminated to the point of having no one allowed to walk upon the area without a hazard suit. It was used for testing a multitude of equipment used in and after wars.

It was increased in size by destroying the reef and building it up to create more space. Then it was used to dispose of hazardous waste from another war. The island was hot, but not because of the sun. Finally, after having been used for many years, a hurricane decided to hit the area and soon after the island was scraped of all buildings and equipment and put up for sale. This was and island that was so important during WWII...world war 2...and now we can just toss it aside. It is now under the protection of a wild life reserve.

It is my hope and prayer that this island is allowed to return to the wild. I hope the reefs improve and hold the multitude of fish and mammals that have used it for a home or a stopping place as they passed by. Sharks, butterfly fish, trigger fish, star fish, squid , octopus, manta-ray, red and white corals, snails, sea birds...and on and on. I, having moved from place to place in the service, am left with not home to return to. In my opinion, they should give the island to me. I paid a heavy price for having been part of service life. I was contaminated, burned, injected with a multitude of germs to protect me from germs. Constantly, the new kid, and always facing being behind in class. Have I evoked sympathy...yeah... then,Vote for me to get possession of this island.

Let us see if votes really count. Even my work life has been effected by my constant moving, I can't get disability because I had to move so many times that my work life was sketchy...never mind how many times I packed up, moved, unpacked, restarted a job only to be off to a new place before I had established as stable record in the present job. (Was I ever in the present...that is another blog) Yes, I want this island. This is my wish blog.

What is your dream. Let me know...I'll try to vote.

I am now trying out a new quicky chat. Short questions are answered by freind via chat or phone. It is a bright blue with a little bird sitting in a tree. "twitter" is the name