"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."—Mark Twain.
Have you ever said, "Gosh, I wish this writer would take longer to get to the point?
Hee hee, bet not. Try reading some of those ads where they believe if you stay on their site for three miles of text, you're more apt to buy. It drives me crazy.
Have you spent the last couple of months shuttered up in your house?
I hope not.
This spring is not to be missed.
The tree in our backyard looks like it has grown a third since last year.
The irises on my daughter and son-in-law's property are in full chorus. (Mother's day 2020)
The world is laughing in flowers. The rhododendron we cut down two years ago upset the lady across the street for she lamented, "That bush was 60 years old." Well, we left a stump and look at it now. Maybe it will make the lady believe in reincarnation.
The birds are reproducing like they believe the world will continue.
I tried to get a picture of our neighborhood beautiful bird when I found him behind our house with his tail unfurled. As soon as I approached with a camera, he dropped it. Probably he was hoping for a lady peacock, poor baby. On our block he’s the only peacock.
Okay, after all the wonderfulness out there, I wrote an entire blog on dilemmas, looking at the world right now, how I felt about world conditions, how they were forcing us into being vaccinated, how the Big Pharma was, in 1986, released from responsibility of any illness or deaths from their vaccinations. I found that nearly six million children under the age of five die each year, yet the majority could be saved by medical treatment or prevention measures. I wondered what the “truth” was. Was there a big scary virus out there out to get us, or have we been fed a bill of goods? I wondered if human beings were worth saving.
And, of course, I was screaming that we are!
And then I got a psychic thump on the head.
This morning I was wondering about manifesting, and affirmations after I read of one lady who won the lottery by visualizing that she would win. She “saw” 112 million dollars, she affirmed the numbers. She visualized what she would be wearing when she won the lottery, and how she would use the money. She wanted to gain custody of her brother’s five children after he was killed in a car accident
She won the lottery. And she won the custody of the children.
So, I wrote down an affirmation for my book, Where thee Birds of Eden Sing. As soon as I completed writing it and closed the file, another file popped onto my screen. It was written in October 2028, in One Note. I was writing in Word, not One Note. Where did that come from? The title was: “I Don’t Need a Water Purifier, but I Need This...” and it was about manifesting.
I have posted it on https://wherethebirdsofedensing.com.
To the point.
So be it.
And then a few minutes later the lady from across the street who worried about our Rhododendron being cut down, knocked on my door. That was the first time ever. She is extremely elderly and rarely gets out of her house, I have met her on the street. “I’m in trouble, she said.”
She had gone into her back yard and locked herself out of her house.
There was a key in a shed behind her house, she said, but she couldn’t get into it.
I could see why. It had a sliding barn door, that was off the track on one side and gouging into the ground. Luckily the door was standard size, not a big barn door, and I managed to open it big enough to squeeze in.
We got the key and opened her door.
She said: “When I saw you on the Bobcat, I wondered what in the heck you were doing, then I read your memoir and figured you could do anything.”
I was shocked. “You read my book?!” (The Frog’s Song)
“Oh yes, I loved it. I’ve been to the Big Island, didn’t live off the grid though, and the restroom at Black Sands Beach wasn’t so good.”.
“I think they have rebuilt it since you were there,” I said, “It had a good restroom.
Poem by e.e. cummings:
I thank You God for this most this amazing / day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees / and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
I Don’t Need a Water Purifier, but I need this
I'm guilty of it.
I know it, and yet, for some bizarre reason, I forget.
It's the attitude that runs the show.
Daughter Dear reminded me that our thoughts are a built-in mechanism to tell us if we are on the right track.
Well, well, that's telling.
If our thoughts run the show, we're in trouble.
We are used to reacting to what we see, hear, or feel. We bounce off reality, or what we think is reality. We jump to conclusions and rail against the injustice of it all.
Take this Covid19 scare, for example. We were driven by fear of getting sick, and of losing our lives. (Well, that's natural.) But, wouldn't it help a bit to focus on what we want instead of what is?
I remember a teacher telling us to see the banquet table as full.
"But master, the table is empty."
"See it as full."
I can hear you…"Jo, for heaven's sake, don't be a kook. If there is a killer virus out there, it is prudent to protect yourself and those around you."
Yes, indeed, but to run scared and let the propaganda machine drive us into hidey holes without questioning is irresponsible.
Some say the virus isn't as deadly as we have been led to believe.
Can we test that?
Some say that people don't die of anything but Covid19. If a person goes into a hospital with a heart attack and dies—chances are it's labeled as "Killed by Covid19," for they tested positive. I've read that most people, if tested, have the antibodies for a coronavirus. Perhaps they've had a similar virus in the past. So, a large percent of the population would test positive.
Babies are born every day, and I'm sorry, but people die every day. We don't usually follow the numbers.
But now, death numbers are thrown in our faces daily.
And where did this social distancing come from anyway?
Yes, wash your hands, keep your hands away from your face. Be aware of distance if someone is sick, disinfect.
Grocery stores are carefully disinfecting, why can't business stay open?
And there is unemployment.
The government wouldn't want to bite the hand that feeds it. If people aren't working, they aren't paying taxes.
Don't you smell something rotten in Denmark?
Yesterday I noticed how the media wants to keep the word "Killer" in front of our faces. (Oh, heck, it sells.) Now we have "Killer" hornets, and "Killer" white cap mushrooms.
Don't eat any mushrooms growing up in your yard, and get out the bug spray.
I read one blogger this morning who was depressed out of her gourd.
I refuse to go there.
I am grateful for medical science. I remember well the Polio rampage and how thankful we were for the Jonas Salk vaccine. TB used to be a death sentence. They would send TB patients to sanitariums, and they would get better for a while, then relapse and eventually die of the disease. Talk about living in fear. Cough up blood. Whoops.
What I'm not grateful for are FEAR-driven tactics that appear to be good for a few at the expense of the many.
Have you ever had a feeling that something was amiss, but you're afraid you might be wrong? It concerns me for what if we wait too long to wake up?
I have been grateful for vaccinations—my kids didn't get the measles or mumps or whooping cough as I did, they did get the Chickenpox before there was a vaccine. And I had a terrible scare with German measles, as my husband got it while I was three-months pregnant. I didn't remember ever having it. I was shot in both arms and legs with Gamma globin (a substance in the blood collected from many people, figuring someone had the antibodies for the three-day measles). All turned out perfect, but it was a worry. Before our time, many babies and children died of Diphtheria, and not anymore.
However, and I hate to say it, but I'm beginning to wonder if Pharmacia companies have an agenda. What do they want to inject into us? Please don't let it be mercury or zinc or some of those chemical preservatives, or anything that would make us sicker or more susceptible to other invasions? (For which we need another vaccine.) Can we have all vaccines tested by a third party the way they test Cannabis?
Have you seen The Awakening? *I didn't know an Awakening was happening until a dear reader sent me the video. (See below.) Around the world, especially in cities, people are peacefully assembling to protest the lockdown. One lady said, "Well, is this our choice, "Get the virus or starve to death?"
People around the world are mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. Track the money. "What doesn't seem right?
We can't question—we're afraid to.
So, to go back to my original comment on HOW WE ARE FOCUSING ON THE WRONG THINGS:
Instead of reacting to what is, what is we focus on how we want it to be?
I'm having trouble explaining this, although I know many metaphysical teachers ascribe to this line of thinking. If thought creates—then you begin with a thought. "In the beginning was the word."
You might say, "Jo, thinking doesn't make it so."
Yes, but the attitude pulls in more of the same. Have a thought, hold it for a minute or so, and it will attract another thought. It's like iron filings pulled to a magnet. What can we do to fix it? Another thought joins it. Well, we can do this…and this, maybe this, until a solution is found.
Could be, but what if it works?
I'm not a person who's standing on their rooftop amid a flood praying to God to save me while ignoring a boat that comes to the rescue.
I'm going to take it.
Something fun: I wish I had a picture, but I'll have to describe it. A creative family eating out: Two adults and two children had set up a table, complete with a table cloth and settings, and four chairs in the back of a pickup and were having a dinner out. Real civilized opposed to balancing dinner on their laps. They were parked in the middle of an empty mall parking lot that had take-out restaurants along its periphery. Eugene, Oregon.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
For more information on The Frog's Song, I invite you to click on https://thefrogssong.com
Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.