HAPPY FRIDAY

I awoke to a thunderstorm about an hour before dawn. Wind driven rain was slamming against the house and thunder rumbled majestically overhead. I stayed awake for awhile. It seemed like an hour, but I bet it was only 15 minutes or so. We got an inch of rain.

First thing I did when I got up was to check to see if the baby chicks were okay. I have 125 feet of extension cord, strung through the trees, powering their broody lamp. The trees are soft maple and they like to lose branches in a wind storm. A falling branch would unplug the cord. They were okay. They are doing very well and they are showing growth already.

The night before last, the oven quit heating before the food was completely cooked. Actually, I thought it was fine, perhaps slightly el dente, but done enough. Jamie was a little more unhappy about it. I called our gas stove fixit man and he said he would not be able to come out until Monday. He suggested the pilot light may have gone out. I didn't see how that could happen while the stove was in operation.

Anyway, I just got off my knees, peering into the bottom of the stove, seeing if the pilot light was out, it was, and then attempting to light it. For me, one of the things about being old, is the difficulty getting up and down. It is no picnic. I was happy, to pay, to get that pilot light lit. But, I got it lit and I called Dave [stove man] back and told him he didn't have to make the trip. In answer to my query, he said that some ovens go completely off when the thermostat reaches the desirable temperature, and once in a while, propane will make a little puff and blow out the pilot light. Let's hope it doesn't happen again.

What do we do, as the world crumbles around us? I think it is clear by now, that I think mankind has been in various levels of slavery for thousands of years. Those seeking wealth and power have used varying forms of fear to keep us in endless war. They control the media, the banks, and much of the corporate structure. I talked before about when folks find themselves up to their eyebrows in poop, they may focus on how to get out, or study how they got into it, and what may comprise the poop.

Both approaches have their advantages and their champions. For me, I want to learn to get out of it. I see that free people cannot be manipulated. For some people, being free means we understand, chapter and verse, how we were enslaved. I think there is truth in that. However, I think some folks will get bogged down in the horror of our history and they may find discouragement rather than see the way out.

We need to understand, yet we need to raise our consciousness. At its most basic level, it is a war between love and fear. Most of us are convinced that fear cannot win, but the horror can be dragged out. We don't want to drag it out. We can use, the love and light from everyone, if we are going to overcome the darkness.

I think it is a very individual thing. Some of us are lifted up and made lighter by understanding, the nitty-gritty, of how we have been controlled, and other of us, want to just head for the light.

No matter, which type we are, we need to find the light in ourselves. We need to fall in love with who we are. So we can love all we perceive.

Have an excellent Friday! Celebrate!

Love and Peace, Gregg