“Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”

You know how when you walk your dog (outside) and they never go in the same spot twice? Like they can’t stand the smell their own pee? Gott behüte! (Heaven forbid!).

And, if where you live has a (combined) 3,684 “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area” (my title for this piece) you know what I’m saying. Silly me, I always walk to the first three trees that he ever pissed on. Shelton sniffs at the first tree. 360 Degrees later (walk around the tree), no pee, and Shelton looks up at me with a slight grin as if to say, “On to thee next tree, stupid”.

Same thing second and third tree, except this time, after the third tree, I say out loud what I only thought of at the first two trees, “I guess you can pee when and where you want to, and I can go sit on that fucking  bench over there when I want to”, (as I turn and start walking over to the bench, finally, after the first three trees. No, I can’t just skip the first or last two trees, because that would be defeating my purpose of always starting with the first three trees which are no more than 50 feet away from the kitchen door of the casa.

Shelton’s on a leash, because we live so close to that idiot’s house at Mara Lagoo, or whatever it’s called. So, I have to say, Shelton always trots along with me, I never have to yank on his leash as a signal. Well, on to number, 1,872 of all the different things he’s pissed on, “We’re halfway there, dude”, I say to Shelton.

Infrequently, I need to find a big tree that I can ALSO take a piss behind. I’ve always been lucky the four times in that Shelton and I would be on the south side of our estate where all the really old, huge Oak trees are at. Today, we are on the west side where all the Birch trees are, if you get my drift (Oak trees big, Birch trees thin). Oh, and every time I AM pissing behind one of those Oak trees, I have this crazy feeling that somebody’s watching.

The neighbors say that that dude Frump likes to get off on watching dudes pee on MY Oak trees (yes, my two assistants walk Shelton sometimes and have the same issues regarding how many different places Shelton can sniff out and decide to go on to that Water Fountain). Maybe THAT’S why frump is looking at THEM, you know, my two assistants that insisted (requested) that they walk Shelton together. Then they get out there in that forest of really Old Oak trees, and wank each other off or something? Is THAT what frump is looking at with his binoculars?

P. S. This story was inspired by my last walk with Shelton, AND….Wait for it…..That single small rectangular piece of “Chocolate” that I purchased earlier today. My son was right. Holy Crapola! Like he said, “Dad, be careful with those edibles. They can really surprise you when they hit, and DON’T take more than one small piece”. I can say that it was a very pleasant, relaxing, and inspiring high.

As I finished the above, and published it here on my website, and posted it to approximately 80 different pages and groups on farcecrap, I “Clicked” the switch off on my wireless mouse as I always do when I need to take a break, and it’s ALWAYS a good time to take Shelton out to do his business (craps twice a day. Once in the morning , and then late afternoon-early evening, pees four to five times a day, (that’s a LOT of “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”), and Shelton, who WAS sound asleep next to my chair, snapped to when I “clicked” my wireless mouse off….like someone lit a match under his big toe. He knows the “click” of that mouse switching-off sound. Anyway, I walked down the hall to the kitchen mixed myself a Martini (shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lemon, a splash of Vermouth,no olives or olive juice), and then I opened the cupboard where I keep all my munchies, and as I thought to myself, “Gee, there’s that “Chocolate” sitting right next to the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  Hmmmmm. I grabbed the Reeses this time.

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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    It’s NOT anti-semitism to abhor zebraism

    I viewed a recently posted video by Sarah Silverman wherein she expressed her stance and support of, the BDS movement, and her attempt at distinguishing the difference between the “Average Jewish” people and their apartheid zebraist “guberment”.

    I agree with most of what she said, “It’s the guberments, not the people”, BUT (and you can see it’s a BIG BUT) she forgot to mention a few things, like, there ARE many of the “Average People” running over and killing Palestinian children with their cars, tearing down Palestinian homes, (some homes that have been there for a hundred years or more)…..How about the “people” ripping up, destroying Palestinian Olive orchards, doing many other despicable and atrocious things to the Palestinian people, and THOSE zebraists are NOT the “guberment”, they are the regular citizens who for generations have been indoctrinated into a very evil way of life.

    Another difference that I have with Sarah Silverman and most of the Jewish people that feel the same way that she does about the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people; There would not be a need for the Palestinian Authority and/or Hamas to do what they do in resisting and fighting against the zebraists and the apartheid conditions IF the zebraist “guberment” treated ALL people of Palestine as equals.

    And that brings me to my final comment. Palestine has always been there, and the audacity for the Colonial “Invading other countries” British to give the country of Palestine to the zebraists via the Balfour Declaration in 1917 was at the very least, ILLEGAL then, continued to be illegal in 1948, and it’s illegal now. Given the history of the area, a two-state solution would be a kind gesture of compromise on the part of the Palestinian people, as that “state” IS and always WAS, the country known as Palestine.

    I have my own thoughts/ideas of how that whole cluster-fuck in Palestine and the rest of the Middle East can be remedied. As a species, we are finally entering fully into the Age of Peace (Aquarius) from 2,300 years or so in the Pisces Age, (of Religion & Wars). I AM optimistic that we will survive what we will be going thru in the next hundred years or so. If anyone is interested in discussing this, please PM me. Thanks.

    Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

     

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      Isn’t “Technology” wonderful? (trainers give race horses a lot of water just before a race)

      My trip was well-planned. I had two places that I needed to visit as soon as I crossed the border, AAA and a Verizon store. AAA to get my 2021 sticker for my rear license plate as I had already gone online and paid the renewal fee for 2021. My Verizon visit was to re-insert my original SIM Card with my original cell phone number, a number that I’ve had for over twenty years.

      Three months, ago I had removed my old SIM Card and replaced it with a Mexican “Telcel” card, with a Mexican phone number because of cell area coverage issues that I was having with Verizon.

      Great advanced planning. Thanks to technology, I had “Google-Mapped” my entire route. Starting point from my home in Playa La Mision in Mexico, first to AAA. Then to Verizon, then on to Laughlin. Easy right? I had estimated that because of the Covid-19 bullshit, that each of the two stops would perhaps take an hour or so.

      Imagine if you will, my Google-Map directions in a sweet female voice DID get me to AAA, my first stop. Then, because I DID still have that Mexican Telcel SIM Card still in my phone, as soon as I was ready to leave AAA (because there was a two-hour wait for anything DMV related), my cell coverage was ZERO, i.e., my phone was dead and as “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

      I was in Chula Vista, so lost, I didn’t know North from South, East from West. How in the frick was I going to find the Verizon store without the Google-Map and directions since my phone was dead? For those nerdy techy folks, yes, I know how to remove a SIM card and replace it. The “technical” issue was that I had requested that Verizon suspend my account temporarily while I was in Mexico with that Mexican Telcel SIM Card in my phone, and I HAD to go to a Verizon store to reactivate my account.

      Fortunately, while still in the parking lot at AAA, I asked someone if they knew how to get to the Verizon store. This was the third person that I had asked, the first two had no clue. The third person gave me easy directions to the Verizon store that I had Google-Mapped. It was only a few miles away.

      Easy, right? Wrong. I get to the location for the Verizon store and it was no longer there, hahahahaha. I drove through a few large strip-malls in the area, searching for a store that no longer existed.

      Okay. So this time, outside a Starbucks that refused to allow me to use their restroom, the first person that I spoke with gave me directions that she had “Google-Mapped” on HER cell phone. I finally do get to the Verizon store that WAS still there and took care of biz. By this time I have to pee like a race horse after a race. Shelton had already urinated, twice.

      The Verizon customer service person had to get me a new SIM Card, and while turning my service back on, and downgrading my “Plan” that I had requested, there was a slight glitch in getting my cell-phone totally switched back on. Sort of like waking up the dead?

      The issue? When I had spoken to Verizon’s customer service agent on the phone three months earlier to “Suspend” my account, i.e., put my account to sleep, I DID NOT tell that improperly trained “Customer Service Representative” in some “Call Center” in the Philippines or India with crappy English to begin with, that my cell phone had been stolen. So, in trying to re-activate my phone, the Verizon system would not activate my phone as it appeared to be, a stolen phone (because that’s what this twit in the call center had done, she checked the box marked “Stolen”).

      Thankfully, THIS Verizon store representative in Chula Vista knew what he was doing and by experimenting a little, solved the issue (after telling me that only a “Call” to Verizon’s “Customer Service” would fix the problem).

      That part of my road-trip (in Chula Vista) took three and a half hours. My wait at the border crossing was just under three hours (I had thought that early morning on a Thursday would be much quicker). I arrived at my hotel in Laughlin, Nevada at 8:30 PM. That’s 13 frickin’ hours, door to door for a trip that should have been seven hours with the two planned stops. Oh, and I DID pee like a racehorse right after winning the Kentucky Derby as soon as I left Verizon yesterday.

      No moral of the story. Just remember that when crossing back into the United States, that your cell phone with a Mexican SIM Card will not work. It will be dead and “Useless as Wings on a Penis. The photo “Post Card” was a pic that I took this morning from my hotel balcony.

      I hope you enjoyed my little story. Thanks for reading it.

      Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this short story by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it.

      Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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        New Bay of Pigs? IDK

        The Beginning of the Aquarian Age

         

        The year was 2022, and what had begun as world-wide demonstrations in the Summer of 2021, quickly gained size and speed by December of that year. The “Snow-Ball rolling Downhill” had become an organized “Snow-Ball”.

        People all over the world had begun to wake up beginning in 2015, some earlier, some later, thanks to farcecrap and other platforms, but not only wake up, a very large percentage of the “Awakened” began to ORGANIZE in early 2021 (fulfilling a desire of mine, one that I had been preaching about for several years), and with that organization on a massive scale, came the SYNERGY. Because of that synergy the elite/cabal was taken down, and THAT happened quickly.

        As it was no longer just another conspiracy theory, the Puppet-Masters, WERE indeed a handful of families at the top of that elite/cabal pyramid, you know, that pyramid with the “All-Seeing-Eye”, and yes, the Rothschilds were one of the families and it was true that the “Bankers” had been manipulating world events like WARS for well over 200 years.

        It’s interesting that platforms like farcecrap, with all the censoring of anything anti-zebraism, ultimately was a huge part in helping people to organize against the elite/cabal and the various guberment systems. In March of 2021, a new platform (APP) was introduced that enhanced in a positive way, what had been happening, the connectivity, on all the pro-zebraist platforms. Whoopsie.

        This new platform, enhanced the efforts of the “Awakened” who knew that the primary key to defeating/eliminating the elite/cabal was ORGANIZING, which led to the SYNERGY, which quickly led to the re-boot of civilization, total eradication of the elite/cabal and the zebraist Puppet Masters, and a totally new system of minimal governance, world-wide.

        Early on, in the United States, the forty-some U. S. State “Militias” formed one single “United People’s World Militia”, and recruitment was at an all-time high with veterans, law enforcement, and average citizens joining, and training/working together.

         

        The first attempt by the elite/cabal to quash this phenomenon took place in Los Angeles in January of 2022. At the request of the Governor of California, the President had ordered martial law and the National Guard, to respond first to the uprising in Los Angeles, and then in Sacramento and San Francisco. The National Guard was also sent to seven other major U. S. cities. This phenomenon took place in 25 other countries and in as many cities.

        Not just an uprising, but a take-over, not just people marching/protesting, but physically arresting the politicians who were once puppets to the Puppet Masters. There was little violence really, because 90% of all the various law enforcement agencies including the National Guard took part in this “Uprising” of the people, in what would eventually be called, “The Aquarian Uprising” and sometimes referred to as “The Aquarian Revolt”.

        Simultaneously, as if it was planned, all over the world in all the major cities, the same phenomenon took place. It wasn’t so much planned as it was the fruit of that ORGANIZATION and SYNERGY that I mentioned earlier.

        It wasn’t “Anarchy”, that started that snowball rolling, it was SYNERGY. People from every level, socially, and economically were ORGANIZED into one synergistic entity, and became a fundamental part of the beginning of the “Dawning of the Age of Aquarius”, which changed the world. Rich, including the super-rich, and the poor, including the poorest of the poor, were ORGANIZED and acting with true SYNERGY, world-wide.

        Several of the billionaires who were amongst the “Awakened”, suddenly realized the true purpose/nature of their wealth, and that “Re-Distribution of Wealth” thing, that had been the topic of many conspiracy advocates and honest politicians for decades, became a different kind of reality for them.

        The super-wealthy that were part of the elite/cabal that remained opposed to this different type of “Re-Set” than what THEY had planned, are now spending the rest of their lives (in luxury) on an island in the South Pacific, where they have had to learn how to grow their own food, raise and tend to their own livestock. Think “Island of Île Saint-Joseph” in the movie “Papillon”, only these remaining rich fucks are happy as pigs rolling around in their own shit, with their mansions, swimming pools and tennis courts in a tropical paradise that have been provided to them for the rest of their lives. The King of the United Kingdom (the queen died) and most of the “Royal” family is on this island, along with a few dozen other former Puppet Masters and leaders who were once part of the elite/cabal. Need I say that the remaining remnants of the Rothschilds, and other families from the once formidable top of the pyramid are also on “Chattel Island”. In total there’s about 120 people on that island.

        Our old financial systems based on usury and “Taking” became a new system based on “Giving/Sharing”. The “Universal Income” bullshit is just that, archaic bullshit. Instead, the “System”, one of giving/sharing was developed. “Money”, does not exist, no need for banks, wallets, credit cards, or checking accounts. After grocery shopping, no check-out lines, no cash registers/cashiers, you fill up your grocery cart with what you and your family needs, and walk out. Need your prescription for blood-pressure medicine re-filled? No problem. Use the universal “APP” on your phone or the one built into your medicine cabinet in your bathroom, and your meds are delivered by one of those tiny drone helicopters the same day.

        Everyone has a “Home”, a place to raise their families, with no house payments or rent, all the essentials like food and medical care are free, at no “Cost” because the new “System” is based on “Sharing/Giving” rather than “Lending/Taking”. Those that “Have” give/share with those that don’t “Have”, i.e., those in need receive and in turn, they also “Give/Share”.

        Whatever your “Job” or “Career” is, you no longer are “Paid” for your skill-set/work, you receive your “Compensation” in the form of having ALL your needs met, and in turn, you share/give to those in your own community. Our planet has become like one gigantic “Commune”. The factories of the military/industrial complex are now manufacturing items to enrich our lives, not to destroy.

        Not “Socialism”, not “Communism”, certainly not a “Democracy” or “Bureaucracy” as what had been known in the past. Call it whatever, our new system has proven to be one that is worthy of being called a part of our planet’s “AQUARIAN Age”.

        In July of 2022, a new form of world governance replacing the United Nations was established with the creation of the “World Council” at the top, consisting of eight unpaid “Elected” citizens who are the “Shepherds” of the flock, the “World’s People”. These eight individuals are from the northern and southern hemispheres, from the east and west half of our planet and are professionals in various fields of endeavors.

        We no longer have “Nation States”. We are ALL inhabitants of this planet we call Earth, no borders, no passports, no problems. With no monetary system, when something needs to be done, like build a new dam, erect a bridge, etcetera, the skilled citizens just do it, using the raw materials that have been turned into the various materials and equipment required to complete whatever needs to be done. Growers grow the food, and the supply chain delivers. Artists are known for their work, not for how much their work is worth in the “Old” financial system. Writers write, musicians perform/entertain. Throughout all walks of life and what used to be called “Occupations”, people are doing what they love, because they love what they’re doing.

        It’s amazingly simple. The needs of all people are met, and oh, by the way, we have totally eliminated the use of carbon-based fuels for our transportation needs as new technology in what can be described as almost “Perpetual Motion” and smaller and smaller power storage/batteries were invented.

        Technology? You can’t even begin to imagine all the advances we have made in ALL areas of our lives. Life-spans have increased by 15%, and because of advances in technology, it is expected that by the year 2030, people will be living and (have all their physical/mental capacities), at 135 years old due to advances in medical technologies. Vaccines are a page in the history books and the pharmaceutical industry is also history.

        One could ask, “What about countries like China and North Korea?” I don’t have an answer for that, yet, but let’s just say that ALL guberments/leadership were either “LOVED” into submitting to the “New Aquarian Age Order” (not the New World Order) or they were living on that island that I talked about earlier.

        Along the way to The Age of Aquarius, things happened. Innocent people DID die along the way to PEACE, and some people that deserved their fate, like the zebraists, were literally evaporated off the face of the planet. I saw a map in a recent dream that showed Tel Aviv and the surrounding area replaced by sea water, as if someone, had taken a huge bite out of a cookie. It was an “accidental” detonation of a zebrael nuke that set off several others, that turned that part of the coastline of Palestine into a “Cookie-Bite” part of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea.

        That huge bay area is now called, “New Bay of Pigs”. They tried to blame it on Iran, but the “Signature” of the zebrali nukes proved without a doubt that it was zebrael’s nukes. Funny dream. End of zebraism. The Palestinian people in Gaza and all over Palestine survived, and thrived for the first time since 1948, and they were free. One of the volunteers/elected members of the World Council is from Palestine. She is a school teacher.

        Ethnic cultures and traditions didn’t change, people still have their cultural identities, but everyone on the planet is happy to be part of this new world, as one people.

        I don’t know what’s in store for us in the next thirty years or so. On a personal level, as an optimist, I believe that I will live past 100 and still have all my mental and physical capabilities. What I wrote in this essay is fiction of course, but so was George Orwell’s “1984”. Fiction has a habit of turning into reality doesn’t it. As a “Goy”, I DO believe that zebraism is and has been, as a part of the Pisces Age, an abomination upon the human race. As an optimist, I also believe that zebraism WILL be eliminated from our planet at some point in the near future. How this happens is anybody’s guess.

        I have written many essays that describe that “Fork-in-the-Road” that our species is fast approaching. I optimistically predict that our species WILL take the correct road that will lead us into the new age. An age of PEACE. That age of PEACE will be filled with Selflessness and Charity/Love, and although Selfishness and Greed will stick its ugly head up once in a while, it will be toothless, with no more power over mankind.

        Selfishness and Greed has been just as much a part of our human nature/psyche as Selflessness and Charity. We can either be a person who is Selfish and Greedy and experience/suffer the eventual Bad Karma, or we can choose to be Selfless and have a giving, charitable spirit, and welcome the Good Karma.

        If you were to take a biopsy of human nature and how we have evolved, you will find throughout our history that MOST of our species have won the internal battle against Selfishness and Greed and chosen to be Loving, and Charitable creatures, the Golden Rule kind of thing.

        If we are fortunate enough to live a full, long life, in our final moments we can either look back on our life and say, “I have no regrets. I have lived a great life and it’s time for me to go” because we HAVE lived a life that WAS full of selfless love and charity towards others, or on the opposite side of the coin, we have been a nasty, selfish and greedy asshole, and those close to us, perhaps at our bedside waiting for us to finally die, are thankful that we are taking our last breath. You CAN choose to be Loving and Charitable. Don’t be an asshole.

        Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it.

        Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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          How about we ALL create PEACE for a change?

          I just have to say this. There is so much controversy and “Conspiracy Theories” about EVERYTHING these days, and thanks to technology like farcecrap and many other platforms, people are sharing their beliefs/opinions, and/or opposing the beliefs/opinions that others express, and it’s a huge CLUSTERFUCK, putting it mildly. Wars, and rumors of Wars, all of the various armies killing generations of innocent people, many soldiers doing so with a malicious and insane evil pride, and many others returning to their homes and families suffering with PTSD, people actually dying of starvation in many parts of the world, pandemics versus plandemics, the apartheid treatment of other people, should I paint my toenails Purple?

          Whatever the subject matter, “Do Pinto Beans really cause gas? (asking for a friend)” If you publish ANYTHING, there WILL BE others who don’t agree with you because they believe the exact opposite, and THEY are not afraid to post THEIR opposing views/comments.

          “Where’s the proof?” many people write. “Here’s the proof”, someone fires back a salvo. “I don’t believe your documented, written in stone, proof” some else says. Scores of other people get involved in sharing THEIR OWN opinions/beliefs. It’s getting to the point where it’s becoming a joke. Wait for whatever the REAL truth is once it’s irrefutably, undeniably PROVEN!

          An example would be a live news conference where the real “perpet-traitors” confess to their involvement in 9-11. Wouldn’t THAT be marvelous.

          Personally, I have my own beliefs based on other’s research, and also based on my own life-experiences and research. As an example, I believe that JFK was murdered by a bunch of power-hungry wackos and Oswald was their “Patsy”. I have many more examples of my own beliefs that people have seen me post on farcecrap and on my website, so, I’m NOT going to rewind and play it all back for you.

          The analogy would be, for me at least, if some dude suddenly showed up riding a donkey through Jerusalem, and all the religious folks were claiming that the dude is Jesus. Sorry, unless I can poke my finger through the holes in his hands and feet, and he heals my less than 20-20 vision, takes care of the aneurysm behind my right eye, and miraculously heals my heart that has an enlarged aorta, I’m NOT going to be convinced that he’s the “Second Coming” dude that all the religious folks have been waiting for almost 2,000 years.

          Forget your “Thoughts & Prayers”. Our world is pretty fucked right now, and the greatest trait that a person can exhibit to others, is OPTIMISM. In addition to optimism, a healthy dose of LOVE & EMPATHY towards others, and conscientiousness would be super-cool.

          I’m optimistic that we ARE going to survive as a species, regardless of ALL the conspiracy theories people are constantly arguing about. Be optimistic. Love one another, be kind, actively prove your compassion/empathy and concern for others. How about we ALL create PEACE for a change? We shall see. Period.

          Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it.

          Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

          Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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            “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”?

            I think THIS story is funny in a bizarre sort of way.

            Tonight, my neighbor Cameron and I were having one of our bi-weekly (sometimes weekly) chats (cannabis involved) and it was a rare one for me. Typically, after a few bong-loads, I get obnoxiously silly. In other words, I entertain mostly myself with the most off-the-wall shit a person could dream up. However, much of the time, really funny shit that could be ALMOST George Carlin-ish funny, yet philosophical in nature, to Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, and everything in between. Much is good, most is obnoxious for people that have known me for a very long time, like my son or daughter, my best friends, etcetera.

            Tonight was different though. The subject matter that Cameron initially introduced became a focused discussion for the hour or so that we sat on his roof-deck of his 40-foot Custom-Bus/Coach parked about 30 feet from the high-tide mark on the beach, of the southern side the of Molokai’ facing the Pacific Ocean.

            Cameron and I spent the hour discussing the virtues of “Cement” construction and all other materials such as metal/steel, wood, etcetera. The fact is, a home made from poured cement will last longer than the Pyramids of Egypt. Cameron and Michelle have been living in their million-dollar Class “C” Motorhome for two months now, and I have flown in from Nevada once before in the very beginning of construction of their dream home (made from CEMENT).

            Cameron had seen concrete construction in Baja, where he and I first met three years ago when we were neighbors. The fact is, that Mexicans build most houses and every other type of use/building out of concrete blocks and/or poured CEMENT. The least expensive is the Cinder-Block, (cement blocks) construction with perhaps if they can afford it, an inch or so layer of cement troweled on the exterior walls, and the interior walls as well. Tilt-Ups as they are called take a lot more skill and finesse to do properly, and therefore are a little more expensive and a little rarer than the cinder-block construction.

            Three months ago, Cameron and Michelle had visited me at my castle-like home in the Nevada desert that was built entirely out of CEMENT.  “I nailed it didn’t I Cameron. I told you that I was going to come in to a pretty large sum of money, and it wasn’t the Lotto. One of my oil paintings just sold at auction for 3-1/2 Million dollars last week. I’ve sold 7 others since I started painting again. I’m tickled-pink that you two love my castle, and how it was built entirely out of CEMENT”.

            I digress. Cameron and Michelle are building their dream-home on their 10-acre beach-front property on the southern side of Molokai’, facing the Pacific Ocean, and they’re building it out of……wait for it…….CEMENT! And I’m advising them on the design aspect, you know, where to put that custom-built curved, Men’s Latrine off the Game Room (my design idea), and how to build a curved wall out of CEMENT.

            So, anyway, after an hour of really serious but Cannabis-Inspired discussion, I went back to my Casita here in Baja (yes, my CEMENT Castle in Nevada and Cameron and Michelle’s  CEMENT Dream Home wherever they decide to build it is three years from now). Once inside and sitting in my office chair, I called my son as he had texted me twenty minutes earlier that he was ready for my phone call (he was on a storyboarding job today (Sunday). I called him, and we discussed, the subject matter that I had been saving for a day which has absolutely nothing to do with this essay/story tonight.

            After about five minutes, I was concluding our call by briefly explaining to my son how although normally to him, I get obnoxiously silly, Cameron and I had a fantastic discussion about CEMENT construction for building a home (even boats/ships are made from cement, they’re called “Ferro Cement” boats).

            And as I got about 10 minutes into an almost word-for-word discourse of my entire hour-long discussion/session tonight with Cameron, (it would have been an additional fifty minutes on the phone with my son had I continued with my almost uncanny word-for word rewound and repeat,and he hadn’t of stopped me)…..what should have been just a brief sentence or two telephone conversation concluding/ending thought, my son interrupted me, politely, and said, “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”? “I WAS stoned, funny how that works” I said. We both laughed and we said good night and hung up.

            I think it is so funny that tonight the conversation was serious, and not George Carlin philosophically funny, or Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, it was serious (Cannabis was used solely for medicinal value in that it DOES inspire intellectual thoughts and discussions like the one Cameron and I had tonight, about CEMENT construction versus everything else regardless of the environmental location/conditions).

            I believe the aforementioned “Story” could be real someday, that CEMENT Castle, Cameron and Michelle’s CEMENT house, somewhere, who knows. I used Molokai’ just for the intrigue in my writing style, making readers think that it was past or present tense, but very well could be future tense/sense.

            Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it. I might use parts of this story in my stand-up routine, IDK.

            Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

            Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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              I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….

              I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….I’ve got a new story to tell you, where do I begin?….

              Where do I begin. It all started when the USA bombed Tehran and began what became a feeble and disastrous invasion of Iran. Zebrael got involved when the mossad detonated a small tactical nuke in an area near Shiraz that supposedly housed a nuclear research facility.

              Escalating quickly, this new war suddenly ended just as quickly as it began, with a large nuke turning Tel Aviv into a new portion of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. Some say it was the Russians, some say it was Iran, some thought perhaps it was Pakistan or some other power friendly to Iran. No one really knew for sure except whoever it was, that nuking which wiped out the zebraists brought everything to a screeching halt. What was left of the zebraists were quickly rounded up by the people.

              At the same time that all this shit was happening in the Middle East, the people of America had FINALLY taken action. Tired of decades and decades of deception and war, the American people did something about it. Not just the Patriots, and the armed militias, but the average citizens were finally fed up with the way their political leaders had been governing the USA. The Sheeple finally understood what had been going on, and who was responsible, and joined in what became the vast majority of awakened folks that took control and took back the power of governance away from the corrupt asswipe puppets in Washington D. C. who had driven us to the brink.

              It all happened so quickly. New governments were established all over the world, replacing those that had previously been puppets for the zebraists/elite/cabal. Almost overnight, western countries/governments were changing out their political systems and methods of governance. In Great Britain, the “Royals” were arrested and tried for crimes against humanity. This same “Changing of the Guard” was happening in Germany, France, Australia, and other western nations. The United States led the way in disposing of the “Old” and bringing in the “New” systems of true “Governance by the People, for the People”. It was not a lengthy process. All of this change for the good of mankind took six months for the complete transformation to take place.

              During this six-month period of change/reformation which would be called “The Great Reformation of 2022”, there were many people arrested, tried and convicted of “Crimes Against Humanity”. Politicians, billionaires like Gates, people in the military/industrial companies, leaders in the various media companies as well as other industries like the pharmaceutical companies were arrested.

              “We, the People”, had had enough, and we finally organized, synergized our efforts, and removed the cancer that had been destroying us from within. With Tel Aviv now just a spot in the eastern part of Mediterranean Sea, and zebrael and the zebraists just a new chapter in our history books, changes that were once only dreams quickly became realities.

              What was the military folks doing you might ask? The irony of all ironies is that beginning with the U. S. military, they quickly understood that their function was now obsolete, and that they were no longer needed to “Defend” the Constitution of the United States of America, that their focus on never-ending wars was a foot-note in the history books. Instead of war, we now had peace, instead of prosecuting these never-ending wars, they now had converted their previous abilities of killing people into saving lives instead. Tens of thousands of young people now joined the “Peace Force”, building infrastructure in third-world countries, repairing/rebuilding our own, responding to natural disasters like the major disaster in South America when a large asteroid hit Buenos Aries.

              For the first time in our history as a species we were at peace. Instead of using our resources for wars like we had been for centuries, the human race began solving age-old problems like ending famines, housing the homeless, finding cures for diseases like cancer, continuing the process of making life better for every human being on the planet.

              Within a year, the new leadership that had taken control throughout the world participated in forming a “World Council”. This council or cabinet of 12 people-appointed leaders eliminated borders, declaring everyone to be a “Citizen of Planet Earth”.

              Instead of the “New World Order” that the elite/cabal had spent lifetimes planning for, we are now well established in the “Aquarian New Age Order”, something that I had dreamt and written about for years, but never thought that I would live long enough to see. As I finish this new essay with my Grandson playing outside with Shelton, I truly am thankful for living long enough to be a part of this monumental change for our species.

              Do you, as a reader of this essay think it’s crazy to believe what you just read? Is it crazy to be an optimist, to believe that WE CAN as a species, evolve ourselves into PEACE? If you believe as I do, then stop talking about it, let’s DO something about it. Of course I don’t want to see Tel Aviv become part of the Mediterranean Sea if we as a species, can prevent that from happening. I do expect to see dramatic shit happening at some point, shit that MAY kill a lot of innocent people. I say let’s prevent, circumvent, the bad shit, and collectively as a species, make the changes required in a peaceful manner. But Tom,how do we do that? We can start by ORGANIZING all the “Single Flies, Farting in the WInd”, and then building upon that with SYNERGY, and using that synergy to change the world. If this make sense to you, let’s talk.

              Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay if you agree with it. I might turn this into a screenplay, IDK.

              Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

              Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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                This short essay is for my son, Tommy (and Ralf the Mouse)

                Story image is for a Lexus commercial.

                My next-door neighbor Cameron and I were enjoying the evening, with the great weather, calm starry night sky, and four pipe-loads of really good home-grown Mexican Weed, and I somehow got on the story of when my son Tommy had just turned 14, and he became the youngest comic book artist to be interviewed by Marvel Comics. That was after getting a private tour of Marvel Comics by the Owner/CEO at that time, whose name escapes me right now but I will Google it and find out the dudes name and edit it in later.

                Yes, my son’s “Action-Hero / Monsters from Outer Space” art was, at 14 years old (really 13 years, 6 weeks old), PROFESSIONAL! Over all those early years as parents, we both encouraged Tommy with his desire to be an artist, whether it be an “Action-Hero” artist for Marvel Comics, a Graphic Artist in the advertising fields, OR, and you notice, it’s a BIG OR, or, Tommy introduces as his first goal to introduce RALF THE MOUSE.

                There was MIGHTY MOUSE and there was MICKEY MOUSE, and now there’s RALF THE MOUSE! Tonight, while chatting with Cameron, I came upon the realization that I have been encouraging my son to keep working and perfecting RALF THE MOUSE for over twenty-five years or so.

                About a year-and-a-half ago my son and I were talking, and as best as I can recollect, I said to him, “Ralf, is going to be huge Tommy. Even though you are enjoying the success of being a popular Storyboard Artist, Ralf is going to be what I have been saying all along, that your major success will be in getting RALF THE MOUSE on the Big Screen in an animated cartoon produced by a major studio like Disney.

                That was a year-and-a-half ago when I said that within the next two to three years it’s going to happen. Today, that means within this next year, 2021.

                How? I even have that answer, although I swear I’m not an oracle or prophet. First let’s think about the potential contacts he has via his Storyboard career, Secondly, it’s much easier to reach mass audiences first through YouTube and similar platforms. It will be ironic when Tommy’s character RALF THE MOUSE is picked up by Disney, and Ralf becomes a sensation, drawing millions of people to watch Ralf and his forgivable shenanigans and acts of good will and mercy. There will be at least three other mice besides Ralf, that get merchandized in the form of every “Action Figure” type of toy or stuffed character.

                This is what I envisioned tonight with my brain activated and inspired partially by great cannabis. Watch for, keep on the look-out for RALF THE MOUSE! COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU!

                For those of you out of the thousands that enjoy my writing and keep coming back to my website….that’s 60% of you, and for those that are visiting my website for the first time…..that’s 40% of you….Should you just happen to have a friend who has a cousin, who’s uncle has a brother, that works for Disney, perhaps at an executive-level position, and you feel inspired enough by this story about RALF THE MOUSE, that you will not just give your friend a call, you will be in on a few other calls that leads you to a conference call with the CEO of Disney. I can just hear an attorney/counselor to “Chuck (fictitious CEO), saying, You have to see this dudes RALF THE MOUSE character, and see the storyboards and the short B & W video that he’s provided. We are talking major cha-ching here.  Forget the action-hero bullshit. First there was Mickey, than along came Mighty, then…..(wait for it)….RALF THE MOUSE”.

                Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! There’s a new Mouse in town and his name is RALF!

                Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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                  “Let’s wrap all the Conspiracy Theories up in one big bundle for the Holiday Season”

                  Here’s a “Conspiracy Theory” for you. Why is it that a majority of the world’s political leaders all the way down to the state Governor level and in large cities, the Mayoral level, are so much in lock-step with this COVID19 bullshit, which was/is a planned and simultaneously carried out event that has taken place, and why are they also in lock-step with the “New World Order” and the “Great Reset” as well?

                  Let’s think about this for a minute. If all the various conspiracy theories are related, interconnected, like the New World Order agenda (one common government body, financial/currency and a religion of some kind), “Eugenics” (the culling/elimination of several billion people), and an obedient people that is left over to be slaves to their masters, there has to be some type of motivation involved.

                  Here’s what I think that motivation is. Imagine if you were someone at a high level in politics and in industry. You have dutifully been attending annual meetings like the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, the Bilderberg Group, Bohemian Grove, and the the Illuminati just to name a few.

                  You know what the plan is based on, in some cases, decades of careful preparation and planning. You are a Governor of a state, (pick any), and besides having risen to the top like the cream in milk, you are very wealthy as well. You have been raised in a part of society that looks down on the rest of humanity because after all, you ARE special, you are better than the common folks, right?

                  You are naturally motivated to be a part of this entire plan, the “Great Reset and NWO”. You as a Governor, Senator, President of a country, know that when all is said and done, and the primary goals of the Elite/Cabal are achieved, YOU, will be part of that ruling class of a new type of societal structure that is well taken care of. You also know that your future generations of your immediate family will be “In Like Flynn” as well.

                  It’s not about money so much as it is about power. Our financial systems that all our economies are based on today are antiquated compared to what the Elite/Cabal has designed for you. Why do you think there is a plan to “Chip” every human on the planet? You have seen the evidence of their plan. Without the “Chip” (which will eventually evolve from that tiny thing surgically implanted somewhere in your body, to a device that will be injected into your blood stream, perhaps altering the structure of your DNA?

                  Without the device, whatever it ultimately ends up being, a person will not be able to buy food, shelter, fuel, anything. Some folks equate it to the “Mark of the Beast”, I just say it’s the ultimate desire of the Elite/Cabal to wield ultimate power and authority over all of mankind, (a New World Order kind of thing). A “Chip” or whatever, is designed for control, and the Elite/Cabal’s intent is to control the human race, that is, those who are still alive.

                  Back to the “Motivation” part of this theory of mine. Something has been going on for a very long time prior to this current situation that as a species, we find ourselves in. The “Lock-Step” compliance, and it happening all over the world simultaneously, is too great a coincidence to have happened based on a “Plandemic” that didn’t happen or turn out to be a much of a killer as it was intended to be. The numbers world-wide show a 99.99% recovery/survival rate and the folks that ARE dying are those with weakened/compromised immune systems like the elderly or those with underlying medical conditions.

                  Although their Plandemic fizzled out, it amazingly is still pushed on the masses by the various governments involved and the Main Stream Media (MSM). The numbers in my opinion are false, witness the sarcasm going around, “Hey, I know a guy whose Uncle was eaten by an Alligator (partially), and the hospital that took care of sewing his remains back together listed COVID-19 as the official cause of death”. “Yummy, yummy, Uncle Joey for the Tummy”.

                  If you were, let’s say, President of one of the top western nations, and you already had obtained wealth at some level, and had risen to the top of the power structure politically thereby wielding great power over your country and it’s people, and the Puppet Masters said, “Look, you either go along with this plan that has been decades in the making, and once our New World Order is firmly established, we will continue to allow you to wield great power because you will be appointed to the “Great Council of Leadership”, you know, that twenty-member council that will oversee the world for us, (and do our bidding as we dictate it to you)”……OR…..”WE WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY (and make it look like an accident)”. Simple. Promise of continuing/more power, or threat of death, what would you choose?

                  The truly wealthy, those with billions of dollars and also those farther down the Totem Pole with hundreds of millions, are not concerned about how they continue to increase their wealth (their portfolios), they already have all the mechanisms in place to assure that their wealth continues to grow. What they want most of all is to remain in power over whatever their own little sphere of influence happens to be, and the choice between living and dying is obvious, they choose to fall into lock-step along with their peers. Money, they have already, to remain in the NEW WORLD ORDER with the same amount of power and influence and the promise of more of that power and influence is about as greedy as one can get.

                  Here’s a few MEMES associated with this essay:

                  For discussion sake, imagine what percentage of the top ten billionaires, correction, top FIVE billionaires wealth could end world hunger and other atrocities that plague mankind, 2%? Perhaps 1%? And yet when these folks sit there at their annual meetings and forums discussing and planning THEIR future, is that option ever discussed? I don’t think so. Their wealth in most cases is tied to their stock portfolios which their paid professional investment advisors dutifully have invested heavily in guess what? Companies like Raytheon, Boeing, Lockheed Martin, BAE Systems, Northrop Grumman,  General Dynamics, just to name a few, i.e., the “MILITARY/INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.

                  Exactly what is discussed at these annual gatherings of the most powerful people on the planet? I can just see it. One dude raises his hand and says, “HEY! I know. What if we end all wars and world hunger?, and someone else says, “STFU! The more that die the better. We need to rid ourselves of all the dispicables. My portfolio increased by 35% just this year alone!”. These people are not concerned about a few million deaths. Sure, they DO discuss humanitarian, environmental, and other issues that ARE important, but they ALSO discuss and plan what’s best for THEM, not us. They have been ramping up on this NWO and Global Reset for at least a decade now, and like a snowball rolling downhill, their overall plans have been accelerating and increasing in momentum. Back to “Chipping” every living human being on the planet. POWER! CONTROL!

                  Everything else, like the social injustice movements like BLM (Black Lives Matter) are inconsequential to the Elite/Cabal’s BIG picture. The Elite/Cabal could give a flying fuck about ALL the societal issues, in fact, much of it is funded in part by the extremely wealthy as part of their plans. Pretty smart on their part to have the masses at odds with each other all the time over something like, let’s say, electing a POTUS, or finding justice for some poor souls who were gunned down by inadequately trained police.

                  Other related essays:

                  Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

                  And…..

                  “Tell me again, who are these people called Sheeple?”

                  But WAIT! There’s MORE!

                  “Coronavirus & Global Lockdown” ~ LIVE ROUND TABLE

                  No matter what side of the fence you are on, for sure we are entering an era that will either put many of us in the so-called conspiratorial FEMA Camps for “Re-Indoctrination”, or we will be culled (killed off) by the next great pandemic, or something else. Do your own research, and by doing that, “FOLLOW THE MONEY”. Research the Army’s Biological Warfare Research Center (that was) in Fort Detrick, Maryland. Research who’s money funded the further research and development at the laboratory in Wuhan, China. Research what you will, and WAKE UP to what is going on. Then join in making real plans to survive what inevitably is coming.

                  And now, to conclude this essay, In offer a little humor/sarcasm:

                  Age of Awareness (Aquarius?)

                  Postscript: One last MEME created the following day that’s appropriate to this essay

                  Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

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                    2,500-pound Bull versus Doggie Poop?

                    Okay, I admit, and I’m proud to say, that I’m the “Official” Dog-Poop-Picker-Upper-Dude where I’m currently living, long story. Kind of a “George Carlin-ish, Saturday Night Live Skit” inspired by a little Cannabis, that could be a short video or animated cartoon. It’s about dog-poop, so if you’re a little squeamish or easily get offended by words like “Poop” “Crap” or “Shit”. This story is really not for you so don’t read any further.

                    Where I have been living for almost eight months here in beautiful Baja, Mexico, is normally home for three dogs, Dagwood, Louie, and Shelton….and sometimes more dogs, depending on whether there are Airbnb guests staying in the other two Casas that Arthur and Molly own.

                    When I first began babysitting my wonderful friend and companion Shelton, a West Highland Terrier, Arthur mentioned that HIS two dogs, Dagwood and Louie, were trained to go through a little opening in the fence between the main property to the backyard of the one-bedroom house next door to go poop/pee.

                    Before I began baby-sitting, Shelton was familiar with that back yard next door, and did his “business” there, because that’s where he lived, with Annie. The only confusing thing for Shelton when I DID start to take care of him was the little cut-away section of the fence was an unknown factor to him. Sure, Louie and Dagwood knew and used that hole in the fence whenever THEY needed to take a crap or pee, but Shelton had no clue, since he now was staying with me in my Casita. I KNOW that Shelton has pooped on the patio in the past, and he still does, rarely, and I pick it up of course.

                    Let’s introduce a few cats, and by all that is holy, those cats strictly use their cat boxes 100% of the time, so, it CAN’T be THEIR poop that is left in the front patio area of the main house, where my Casita also was located (a shared the patio). Plus, having had cats before, I kind of know the difference between cat shit and dog shit, you think?

                    I resisted for a few months, never really understanding the real issue at hand, and what I needed to do. I did pick up cat shit that was pretending to be Shelton’s shit, and eventually gave in to the idea that it was ALWAYS Shelton’s shit that I was picking up.

                    Over the months that ensued and as Shelton and I became permanent buddies, I began to train him to go potty outside of the property, in a few specific areas, like behind my car, or down the road in a particular spot off to the side that he seemed to get used to.

                    Training, as in verbally praising him with a consistent, repeated “Shelton went Poo-Poo! Good boy, Shelton went Poo-Poo!!” and then following up with a “treat” was/is my Modus Operandi. This pattern of repetitive “Praise and Reward” worked, and it occurred to me that that’s what many parents do when they are potty-training their toddlers. “Good Boy, Tommy went “Poo-Poo”. My reward was a cookie. Not an ordinary cookie though….a Milk-Bone Dog Biscuit. I was teething. In the past six months or so, Shelton has pooped “had an accident” only twice in my Casita. Once when I first started taking care of him while Annie was in the hospital, and once about a month ago when I was not feeling feel and slept all day. 

                    Those biscuits were hard as a rock, and all I could do is suck on it and gum it a lot, eventually turning portions of it into a mush I could swallow, which was what my Mother intended or purposed that biscuit to do. “Praise and Reward”, just like with a dog. You can’t do that with cats as they have a mind of their own, and WILL repeatedly go back to their cat box….unless of course they happen to be outside, like say, on a patio, and feel the urge….to shit.

                    I went from incredulous denial to full compliance in about four months. Even when there were vacationing dogs on the property, I began to feel like it was my sacrificial duty to pick up everyone’s dog shit. I didn’t always see it in time, so sometimes Arthur would say, “Looks like Shelton went potty on the patio again”, “Oh, I got it Arthur, sorry I just woke up, I’ll pick it right up as soon as I put my slippers on”.

                    Which leads me to the satirical/comical part. Earlier tonight when I was sitting on Michelle’s and Cameron’s patio next door, as I was sharing my dog-poop story with them, I thought of a funny twist to the monologue (think Carlin here). I envisioned a 2,500-pound Bull breaking through both the wrought-iron gate and the secondary wooden doors at three in the morning. Rampaging around the patio area for a while, this huge bull finally took a huge crap, and then left the property the same way he came in.

                    Then I also envisioned waking up later that morning, opening my door to take Shelton for a “Walk”, seeing Arthur up on the Bodega deck, stretching, looking down, “Good morning Tom”. I know he’s staring at this huge pile of “Bullshit” that is there right in front of me in the center of the patio, and as I begin scooping it up with a snow shovel I say, “Got it Arthur. It could not have been Dagwood, Louie, the cats, or the other five dogs on the property. It must have been Shelton”. In my mind, I’m thinking, “BULLSHIT”.

                    It’s funny. How we condition ourselves. I had resigned myself to no longer make it an issue when I was told, “Can’t be Dagwood or Louie, they’re trained to go next door”, or, “Can’t be the cats, they ALWAYS use their Cat Boxes”. Having been raised on a farm in the Midwest, I do know the difference between Cat Shit, Dog Shit, Cow Shit, Duck Shit, Racoon Shit, Chicken Shit, Squirrel Shit, AND Bear Shit, and I obviously recognize dog shit that’s totally different than Shelton’s.

                    And as far as the visiting dogs five times as big as Shelton, I have picked up a few turds that had these chunks of what could have been whole kernels of corn mixed in with the regular dog shit. Nothing in what I feed Shelton even comes close to that, just saying.

                    I want to make it clear that I’m NOT complaining. Arthur and Molly are very sweet, kind-hearted, generous people, and I love them for that, and also for the opportunity that I have had to get to know them. So, what I have written is true and partly satirical. I just get a kick out of what comes out of my brain sometimes when I’m writing under the influence of Cannabis.

                    P. S. Another one of Arthur and Molly’s cats has died, leaving one left. I AM truly sad for them as I know they loved their cats (the two who have passed) as much as they love Dagwood and Louie.

                    Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                      “Who’s” on First? “What’s” on Second?

                      WHO’S THE REAL SUPERPOWER?

                      This posting from Farcecrap as shared by Fred Mousa Skari is critically important to see. Whomever created this should also create one the shows the leading exporter of everything military, including the underwear that the military folks wear.

                      As it’s not publishing as an “active link” on my website, please “cut & paste” the following “link”, or highlight it with your left “mouse button” and with your right “mouse button” select “Go to Webpage”. Thanks.

                      https://www.facebook.com/pohtiongho/videos/10221632229569519

                      Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                        “No man is an Island”

                        “No Man is an Island”. The phrase expresses the idea that human beings do not do well when isolated from others and need to be part of a community in order to thrive. John Donne, a metaphysical poet wrote this as part of a work 400 years ago.

                        It is true for me in that if I was on an island all alone, by myself, I surely would be so much better off if I had my dog Shelton as a companion and friend. Humans by nature are relationship animals, just like our animal friends that we love, as they also are relationship animals thriving in their environment when they have another animal or human in their life.

                        If a man or woman has absolutely no one, not even a goldfish in a bowl, and end up talking to themselves, staring into a bathroom mirror, or their image in a pond, it often can lead to abnormal psychosis. At best, being alone CAN be a time of reflection and self-healing or a time of self-discovery/awareness, as a person meditates/reflects on his/her life, as long as such a time doesn’t last forever as it eventually can become a psychological issue.

                        I was fine by myself, really. I had not reached the point of talking to myself, and answering back, as I have had daily interactions with my friends where I live now, and I have always been fortunate enough to have had “Human” friends wherever I have lived. Then Shelton came along literally by “accident” (a whole other story), and has become my best friend and companion.

                        We ALL need someone in our life, wither it’s another human being or a “Shelton”. If you are totally alone with no one in your life, and you want a friend to talk to, I first recommend that you find an animal friend like a dog or a cat through a shelter or whatever (although I prefer a dog). Secondly, I’ll be your friend. We can Skype or whatever.

                        “No man is an Island”. Don’t think you can live your life talking to yourself, especially if you argue a lot of the time.

                        Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                          “Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Rogers!”

                          Memories of my Thanksgiving Day 2016 and a few thoughts on “Agriculture”

                          Sitting here on Thanksgiving Day (2016), watching the Vikings play Detroit Lions. Trying some Blue Dream, just chilling, talking about nothing and the subject got on Cannabis. Mikey (my neighbor) asked about my favorite strain, etceteras, and I happened to answer, I don’t pay much attention to all the different strains that are available today, Blue Dream, Grandma’s Belly Button Lint, whatever.

                          Back in the day, WHEN we were young, like the age of those cute young things behind the counter at the typical dispensary, we had one strain as far as I was concerned. In the 1960’s, they had Panama Red/Punto Roja and  Colombian Gold/Santa Marta, but the best as far as I was concerned was ACAPULCO GOLD!

                          Mikey and I also chatted about the measurement and pricing language today, versus the 60’s. Eighths, quarters, etceteras. How complicated it is today, with all the strains, and all the different levels of pricing.  compared to a nickel bag of yesteryear.

                          A nickel, which stood for five dollars, was what you paid for 3.5 grams of weed, and that was for mostly leaf and stem, with a few buds thrown in. Today, the typical Arizona dispensaries that I have visited, charge medical customers around $10 per gram for the low end bud, which means that the “Nickel Bag” amount of bud, (no leaf) today costs you $45.00.

                          Some of the strains can be pretty pricey. For instance, “Grandma’s Belly Button Lint” can go as high as $19.00 per gram. It’s all good as far as I’m concerned, and MUCH better than the famous strains from the 60’s. Long gone are the Nickel bags.

                          Another difference from when we were teenagers, and today, is the “Medicinal” angle. Today, we talk of the wonderful medical aspects of all the various strains. One strain is for aches and pains, another strain might be for mood adjustment and control, yet another strain controls seizures.

                          Back when I was a kid, you didn’t think about curing some illness. All you thought of was getting high, and most of the shit that I smoked CAUSED………….Wait for it…………Paranoia!

                          The stuff I have smoked lately has been pretty darn good, when I compare it to the Acapulco Gold of the 60’s. Very inspiring, this Purple Haze or what ever it’s called. Blue Dream, that’s it.

                          Almost forgot about Woodstock. This is funny. Mikey and I are still remembering the good old days, although I am 10 years older. So Mikey and I have been having this conversation about Cannabis, when somehow, I mention Woodstock. The manner in which it came up as a subject, and what I had to say about it, would leave one on the edge of their seat, waiting for me to tell MY Woodstock story, and I’m thinking at that moment, especially my new friend Mikey.  Great time talking to Mikey today, sharing a few bowl loads, drinking a Henry’s Ginger Ale. Later for my “Woodstock” story, which I call, “The Dead Armadillo”.

                          Thanksgiving. A day for tons of food. Maybe 50 different menu items. From soup to nuts, as they say, and of course, the turkey. This year I was unable to make it to SOCAL to be with the kids for the holiday. Note: See my last post for what I think of Thanksgiving.at:

                          “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                           

                          So, my new friends Linda and Mikey, during our trip to the pot store yesterday, politely and graciously said that they were going to bring me a “Plate”. I said quite honestly, just save me a piece of DARK MEAT. So today, when Mikey brought it up again, and I repeated my response, “It’s not necessary to bring me a plate of food, really. My microwave doesn’t work even if you brought me a plate, so just a small piece of DARK MEAT would be awesome”.

                          Right after I said that to Mikey, the thought took off as I said, “In fact, if you bring me that small piece of DARK MEAT, I’ll have it BRONZED! Hahaha”. To remind me of my Thanksgivings past.  When the kids were younger, fighting over the DARK MEAT.

                          I was always the last to sit down at the table, and although we did wait to eat until after blessing the food, before I made it to the table with the last item, the hot gravy in the gravy serving thingy, the family had already served up, piled up, their fucking plates with food.

                          Yes, we were all polite and Normal,  “Pass the mashed potatoes please”. Not really. By the time I made it to the table, everyone else had filled their plates. Every year, it was my son taking almost ALL the fucking DARK MEAT, and leaving me with NONE! “Tommy, that’s not fair, you took all the DARK MEAT, you big prick”.

                          I really liked it when we went to Modesto for Thanksgiving. There were so many people, all related to my ex. One time there were at least 40 of us. When it was time to eat, we all got in line cafeteria style, which split off into two lines which passed both sides of the food tables.

                          It was cool, I didn’t have to butt in front of Cousin Sara, whoever she was, no matter where you were in line, there always was………….Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Those are memorable times.

                          The Modesto Thanksgivings were at least ten turkeys with plenty of leftover meat to pick over. So, the bronzing part of the story is fiction, but my saying that to Mikey the neighbor as we were sharing a couple of bong loads today, made me think of how precious that dark meat was at OUR house on Thanksgiving. I’ll end this when Mikey and Linda delivers my piece of DARK MEAT this afternoon (hasn’t arrived yet).

                          Movie idea: 1959 to 2017 In closing, I think I’ll write a new story/synopsis. About what the world would be like today if Cannabis had been “normal” from the early 1950’s on to today. The opening scene is typical 1959. Black and White film, kid riding his bicycle on the street in front of his home, fall leaves on the ground, cameras from different shots showing different locations on Thanksgiving day, a backyard, a gas station, someone yelling to a neighbor across the street, “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Rogers”, etceteras etceteras etceteras.

                          Then, two minutes into the film, a camera zooms in from outside Jimmy’s house, all the way through the kitchen where mom is grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes, and Dad is just finishing up the gravy, camera moves slowly into the dining room.

                          Now we are actually experiencing the end of Thanksgiving dinner, the audience isn’t expecting what happens next. Grandpa is taking a big hit on the family bong, and passes it on to Cousin Mary. The audience thinks, “Whoa now, where the fuck is this going?”.

                          No one at the dinner table is telling Grandma not to forget to take her evening pills as she takes a hit off the bong. Grandma’s 137 years old. Great Uncle George over across the table is 164 years old, and this is in 1959.

                          The beginning of the discovery of cures for illness and disease began in the early 1930’s. By the time your grandson was born, people are living past 200.

                          Note to self: That whistling sound you have been ignoring for the past two minutes? That’s your brand new teapot whistling at you from the kitchen. Oh yeah, I remember now, I purchased a teapot because I sometimes boiled my sauce pot of water down to bone dry, almost to that pot is melting smell. French Press, the ONLY way to brew coffee. Break time.

                          Use your own imagination on where this film is going. MAYBE, if pot had always been a normal part of our lives on this planet, there wouldn’t have been WW1, WW2, Korean War, Vietnam, all the fucking wars going on today. After this, I hope you go on to read a not so brief history of Cannabis/Hemp. Many scientist believe that it was the very first agricultural product that our species raised. Think of that!

                          What if the film shows our progress in areas such as science and medicine continually advancing to the point where in 2016, there are no wars, Cancers have been defeated, people love one another with no bigotry, racism and hatred. The “Police” are just a small token of what we really have today, and they don’t carry guns. What police that we do have, are really looked upon as servants to the community.

                          Since there are no wars, there are no armies or military/industrial complex. There is no such thing as “overpopulation”, after all, this planet is HUGE. there are no “Green House Gases”. No pollution. The oceans are full of fish. Everything is cool.

                          In this imaginary modern age, power is generated 100% environmentally clean. Food is plentiful. Life is good. I guess what I am suggesting here folks, is much bigger than Cannabis, and our national holiday called Thanksgiving.

                          This is off the subject, but it’s MY blog. The “Golden Rule”, what many think is attributed to Jesus, and maybe a few other people, has been around since our species first had free thought and free will, and that’s tens of thousands of years ago. The people that got it right the first time lived good lives regardless of their life paths and outcomes.

                          My wish is for a world like the one I paint in this little short story of how I celebrated Thanksgiving this year (2016) which started the whole process of thinking of what the future COULD be like. That little piece of DARK MEAT? I’m not going to bronze it, I’m going to…………Wait for it………Eat it!

                          Opinion: Cannabis/Hemp has been around forever. It’s NOT a drug, it’s a plant.   It was the FIRST agricultural crop mankind ever cultivated. Take it off the Drug List now! It’s medicinal purposes far outweigh any dangers to society.

                          10,000-year History of Marijuana use in the World

                          I am not responsible for ANY mis-spelled names, or words in the following, well I DID try to correct a few myself and gave up. The following is taken directly from: http://www.advancedholistichealth.org/history.html

                          The oldest known written record on cannabis use comes from the Chinese Emperor Shen Nung in 2727 B.C. Ancient Greeks and Romans were also familiar with cannabis, while in the Middle East, use spread throughout the Islamic empire to North Africa. In 1545 cannabis spread to the western hemisphere where Spaniards imported it to Chile for its use as fiber. In North America cannabis, in the form of hemp, was grown on many plantations for use in rope, clothing and paper.

                          8,000+ BCE Use of hemp cord in pottery identified at ancient village site dating back over 10,000 years, located in the area of modern day Taiwan. Finding hemp use and cultivation in this date range puts it as one of the first and oldest known human agriculture crops.

                          As explained by Richard Hamilton in the 2009 Scientific American article on sustainable agriculture “Modern humans emerged some 250,000 years ago, yet agriculture is a fairly recent invention, only about 10,000 years old …

                          Agriculture is not natural; it is a human invention. It is also the basis of modern civilization.” This point was also touched on by Carl Sagan in 1977 when he proposed the possibility that marijuana may have actually been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself (see 1977, below).

                          6,000 BCE Cannabis seeds and oil used for food in China.

                          4,000 BCE Textiles made of hemp are used in China and Turkistan. 2737 BCE First recorded use of cannabis as medicine by Emperor Shen Neng of China.

                          2,000-800 BCE Bhang (dried cannabis leaves, seeds and stems) is mentioned in the Hindu sacred text Atharvaveda (Science of Charms) as “Sacred Grass”, one of the five sacred plants of India. It is used by medicinally and ritually as an offering to Shiva.

                          1,500 BCE Cannabis cultivated in China for food and fiber. Scythians cultivate cannabis and use it to weave fine hemp cloth.

                          700-600 BCE The Zoroastrian Zendavesta, an ancient Persian religious text of several hundred volumes refers to bhang as the “good narcotic.”

                          600 BCE Hemp rope appears in southern Russia.

                          700-300 BCE Scythian tribes leave Cannabis seeds as offerings in royal tombs.

                          500 BCE Scythian couple die and are buried with two small tents covering containers for burning incense. Attached to one tent stick was a decorated leather pouch containing wild Cannabis seeds. This closely matches the stories told by Herodotus. The gravesite, discovered in the late 1940s, was in Pazryk, northwest of the Tien Shan Mountains in modern-day Kazakhstan. Hemp is introduced into Northern Europe by the Scythians. An urn containing leaves and seeds of the Cannabis plant, unearthed near Berlin, is found and dated to about this time. Use of hemp products spread throughout northern Europe.

                          430 BCE Herodotus reports on both ritual and recreation use of Cannabis by the Scythians (Herodotus The Histories 430 B.C. trans. G. Rawlinson).

                          200 BCE Hemp rope appears in Greece. Chinese Book of Rites mentions hemp fabric.

                          100 BCE First evidence of hemp paper, invented in China.

                          100-0 BCE The psychotropic properties of Cannabis are mentioned in the newly compiled herbal Pen Ts’ao Ching.

                          0-100 CE Construction of Samaritan gold and glass paste stash box for storing hashish, coriander, or salt, buried in Siberian tomb.

                          23-79 Pliny the Elder’s The Natural History mentions hemp rope and marijuana’s analgesic effects.

                          47-127 Plutarch mentions Thracians using cannabis as an intoxicant.

                          70 Dioscorides, a physician in Nero’s army, lists medical marijuana in his Pharmacopoeia.

                          100 Imported hemp rope appears in England.

                          105 Legend suggests that Ts’ai Lun invents hemp paper in China, 200 years after its actual appearance (see 100 BCE above).

                          130-200 Greek physician Galen prescribes medical marijuana.

                          200 First pharmacopoeia of the East lists medical marijuana. Chinese surgeon Hua T’o uses marijuana as an anesthetic.

                          300 A young woman in Jerusalem receives medical marijuana during childbirth.

                          570 The French queen Arnegunde is buried with hemp cloth.

                          500-600 The Jewish Talmud mentions the euphoriant properties of Cannabis.

                          850 Vikings take hemp rope and seeds to Iceland.

                          900 Arabs learn techniques for making hemp paper.

                          900-1000 Scholars debate the pros and cons of eating hashish. Use spreads throughout Arabia.

                          1000 Hemp ropes appear on Italian ships. Arabic physician Ibn Wahshiyah’s On Poisons warns of marijuana’s potential dangers.

                          1090-1124 In Khorasan, Persia, Hasan ibn al-Sabbah, recruits followers to commit assassinations…legends develop around their supposed use of hashish. These legends are some of the earliest written tales of the discovery of the inebriating powers of Cannabis and the use of Hashish by a paramilitary organization as a hypnotic (see U.S. military use, 1942 below). Early 12th Century Hashish smoking becomes very popular throughout the Middle East.

                          1155-1221 Persian legend of the Sufi master Sheik Haydar’s personal discovery of Cannabis and his own alleged invention of hashish with it’s subsequent spread to Iraq, Bahrain, Egypt and Syria. Another of the earliest written narratives of the use of Cannabis as an inebriate.

                          1171-1341 During the Ayyubid dynasty of Egypt, Cannabis is introduced by mystic devotees from Syria.

                          1200 1,001 Nights, an Arabian collection of tales, describes hashish’s intoxicating and aphrodisiac properties.

                          13th Century The oldest monograph on hashish, Zahr al-‘arish fi tahrim al-hashish, was written. It has since been lost. Ibn al-Baytar of Spain provides a description of the psychoactive nature of Cannabis. Arab traders bring Cannabis to the Mozambique coast of Africa.

                          1271-1295 Journeys of Marco Polo in which he gives second-hand reports of the story of Hasan ibn al-Sabbah and his “assassins” using hashish. First time reports of Cannabis have been brought to the attention of Europe.

                          1300 Ethiopian pipes containing marijuana suggest the herb has spread from Egypt to the rest of Africa.

                          1378 Ottoman Emir Soudoun Scheikhouni issues one of the first edicts against the eating of hashish.

                          1526 Babur Nama, first emperor and founder of Mughal Empire learned of hashish in Afghanistan.

                          1532 French physician Rabelais’s gargantua and Pantagruel mentions marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                          1533 King Henry VIII fines farmers if they do not raise hemp for industrial use.

                          1549 Angolan slaves brought cannabis with them to the sugar plantations of northeastern Brazil. They were permitted to plant their cannabis between rows of cane, and to smoke it between harvests.

                          1. 1550 The epic poem, Benk u Bode, by the poet Mohammed Ebn Soleiman Foruli of Baghdad, deals allegorically with a dialectical battle between wine and hashish.

                          1563 Portuguese physician Garcia da Orta reports on marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                          1578 China’s Li Shih-Chen writes of the antibiotic and antiemetic effects of marijuana.

                          1600 England begins to import hemp from Russia.

                          1606-1632 French and British cultivate Cannabis for hemp at their colonies in Port Royal (1606), Virginia (1611), and Plymouth (1632).

                          1616 Jamestown settlers began growing the hemp plant for its unusually strong fiber and used it to make rope, sails, and clothing.

                          1621 Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy suggests marijuana may treat depression.

                          1600-1700 Use of hashish, alcohol, and opium spreads among the population of occupied Constantinople. Hashish becomes a major trade item between Central Asia and South Asia.

                          1753 Linnaeus classifies Cannabis sativa.

                          1764 Medical marijuana appears in The New England Dispensatory.

                          1776 Kentucky begins growing hemp.

                          1794 Medical marijuana appears in The Edinburgh New Dispensary.

                          1798 Napoleon discovers that much of the Egyptian lower class habitually uses hashish. Soldiers returning to France bring the tradition with them, and he declares a total prohibition.

                          1800- Marijuana plantations flourished in Mississippi, Georgia, California, South Carolina, Nebraska, New York, and Kentucky. Also during this period, smoking hashish was popular throughout France and to a lesser degree in the US. Hashish production expands from Russian Turkistan into Yarkand in Chinese Turkistan.

                          1809 Antoine Sylvestre de Sacy, a leading Arabist, suggests a base etymology between the words “assassin” and “hashishin” — subsequent linguists study disproves his theory.

                          1840 In America, medicinal preparations with a Cannabis base are available. Hashish is available in Persian pharmacies.

                          1842 Irish physician O’Shaughnessy publishes cannabis research in English medical journals.

                          1843 French author Gautier publishes The Hashish Club.

                          1846 French physician Moreau publishes Hashish and Mental Illness

                          1850 Cannabis is added to The U.S. Pharmacopoeia.

                          1850-1915 Marijuana was widely used throughout United States as a medicinal drug and could easily be purchased in pharmacies and general stores.

                          1854 Whittier writes the first American work to mention cannabis as an intoxicant.

                          1856 British tax “ganja” and “charas” trade in India.

                          1857 American writer Ludlow publishes The Hasheesh Eater.

                          1858 French poet Baudelaire publishes On the Artificial Ideal.

                          1870-1880 First reports of hashish smoking on the Greek mainland.

                          1890 Greek Department of Interior prohibits importance, cultivation and use of hashish. Hashish is made illegal in Turkey. Sir J.R. Reynolds, chief physician to Queen Victoria, prescribes medical marijuana to her.

                          1893-1894 The India Hemp Drugs Commission Report is issued. 70,000 to 80,000 kg per year of hashish is legally imported into India from Central Asia.

                          1906 In the U.S. the Pure Food and Drug Act is passed, regulating the labeling of products containing Alcohol, Opiates, Cocaine, and Cannabis, among others. Early 20th Century Hashish smoking remains very popular throughout the Middle East.

                          1910 The Mexican Revolution caused an influx of Mexican immigrants who introduced the habit of recreational use (instead of it’s generally medicinal use) into American society.

                          1914 The Harrison Act in the U.S. defined use of Marijuana (among other drugs) as a crime.

                          1916 United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) chief scientists Jason L. Merrill and Lyster H. Dewey created paper made from hemp pulp, which they concluded was “favorable in comparison with those used with pulp wood” in USDA Bulletin No. 404. From the book “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” by Jack Herer the USDA Bulletin N. 404 reported that one acre of hemp, in annual rotation over a 20-year period, would produce as much pulp for paper as 4.1 acres (17,000 m2) of trees being cut down over the same 20-year period. This process would use only 1/7 to 1/4 as much polluting sulfur-based acid chemicals to break down the glue-like lignin that binds the fibers of the pulp, or even none at all using soda ash. The problem of dioxin contamination of rivers is avoided in the hemp paper making process, which does not need to use chlorine bleach (as the wood pulp paper making process requires) but instead safely substitutes hydrogen peroxide in the bleaching process. … If the new (1916) hemp pulp paper process were legal today, it would soon replace about 70% of all wood pulp paper, including computer printout paper, corrugated boxes and paper bags. However, mass production of cheap news print from hemp had not developed in any country, and hemp was a relatively easy target because factories already had made large investments in equipment to handle cotton, wool, and linen, but there were relatively small investments in hemp production.

                          1915-1927 In the U.S. cannabis begins to be prohibited for nonmedical use. Prohibition first begins in California (1915), followed by Texas (1919), Louisiana (1924), and New York (1927).

                          1919 The 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution banned the manufacture, sale, and transportation of alcohol and positioned marijuana as an attractive alternative leading to an increase in use of the substance.

                          1920s Greek dictator Ioannis Metaxas cracks down on hashish smoking. Hashish smuggled into Egypt from Greece, Syria, Lebanon, Turkey, and Central Asia.

                          1924 Russian botanists classify another major strain of the plant, Cannabis ruderalis.

                          1926 Lebanese hashish production is prohibited.

                          1928 Recreational use of Cannabis is banned in Britain.

                          1930 The Yarkand region of Chinese Turkistan exports 91,471 kg of hashish legally into the Northwest Frontier and Punjab regions of India. Legal taxed imports of hashish continue into India from Central Asia.

                          1933 The U.S. congress repealed the 21st Amendment, ending alcohol prohibition; 4 years later the prohibition of marijuana will be in full effect.

                          1934-1935 Chinese government moves to end all Cannabis cultivation in Yarkand and charas traffic from Yarkand. Hashish production become illegal in Chinese Turkistan.

                          1936 The American propaganda film Reefer Madness was made to scare American youth away from using Cannabis.

                          1937 U.S. Congress passed the Marijuana Tax Act which criminalized the drug. In response Dr. William C. Woodward, testifying on behalf of the AMA, told Congress that, “The American Medical Association knows of no evidence that marijuana is a dangerous drug” and warned that a prohibition “loses sight of the fact that future investigation may show that there are substantial medical uses for Cannabis.” His comments were ignored by Congress. A part of the testimony for Congress to pass the 1937 act derived from articles in newspapers owned by William Randolph Hearst, who had significant financial interests in the timber industry, which manufactured his newsprint paper.

                          1938 Supply of hashish from Chinese Turkistan nearly ceases. The U.S. company DuPont patented the processes for creating plastics from coal and oil and a new process for creating paper from wood pulp.

                          1940s Greek hashish smoking tradition fades.

                          1941 Cannabis is removed from the U.S. Pharmacopoeia and it’s medicinal use is no longer recognized in America. The same year the Indian government considers cultivation in Kashmir to fill void of hashish from Chinese Turkistan. Hand-rubbed charas from Nepal is choicest hashish in India during World War II.

                          1942 U.S. scientists working at the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), the CIA’s wartime predecessor, began to develop a chemical substance that could break down the psychological defenses of enemy spies and POWs. After testing several compounds, the OSS scientists selected a potent extract of marijuana as the best available “truth serum.” The cannabis concoction was given the code name TD, meaning Truth Drug. When injected into food or tobacco cigarettes, TD helped loosen the reserve of recalcitrant interrogation subjects.

                          1945 Legal hashish consumption continues in India. Hashish use in Greece flourishes again.

                          1951 The Boggs Act and the Narcotics Control Act in the U.S. increases all drug penalties and laid down mandatory sentences.

                          1960 Czech researchers confirm the antibiotic and analgesic effects of cannabis.

                          1963 Turkish police seize 2.5 tons of hashish.

                          1965 First reports of the strain Cannibis afghanica and was used for hashish production in northern Afghanistan.

                          1967 “Smash”, the first hashish oil appears. Red Lebanese reaches California.

                          1970-1972 Huge fields of Cannabis are cultivated for hashish production in Afghanistan. Afghani hashish varieties introduced to North America for sinsemilla production. Westerners bring metal sieve cloths to Afghanistan. Law enforcement efforts against hashish begin in Afghanistan.

                          1970 The US National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) forms. That same year the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act repealed mandatory penalties for drug offenses and marijuana was categorized separately from other narcotics.

                          1971 First evidence suggesting marijuana may help glaucoma patients.

                          1972 The Nixon-appointed Shafer Commission urged use of cannabis be re-legalized, but their recommendation was ignored. U.S. Medical research picks up pace. Proposition 19 in California to legalize marijuana use is rejected by a voter margin of 66-33%.

                          1973 Nepal bans the Cannabis shops and charas (hand-rolled hash) export. Afghan government makes hashish production and sales illegal. Afghani harvest is pitifully small.

                          1975 Nabilone, a cannabinoid-based medication appears.

                          1976 The U.S. federal government created the Investigational New Drug (IND) Compassionate Use research program to allow patients to receive up to nine pounds of cannabis from the government each year. Today, five surviving patients still receive medical cannabis from the federal government, paid for by federal tax dollars. At the same time the U.S. FDA continues to list marijuana as Schedule I meaning: “A high potential for abuse with no accepted medical value.”

                          1977 Carl Sagan proposes that marijuana may have been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself: “It would be wryly interesting if in human history the cultivation of marijuana led generally to the invention of agriculture, and thereby to civilization.” Carl Sagan, The Dragons of Eden, Speculations on the Origin of Human Intelligence p 191 footnote.

                          1977-1981 U.S. President Carter, including his assistant for drug policy, Dr. Peter Bourne, pushed for decriminalization of marijuana, with the president himself asking Congress to abolish federal criminal penalties for those caught with less than one ounce of marijuana.

                          1980s Morocco becomes one of, if not the largest, hashish producing and exporting nations. “Border hashish” is produced in northwestern Pakistan along the Afghan border to avoid Soviet-Afghan war.

                          1985 Hashish is still produced by Muslims of Kashgar and Yarkland in Northwest China. In the U.S. the FDA approves dronabinol, a synthetic THC, for cancer patients.

                          1986 President Reagan signed the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, reinstating mandatory minimums and raising federal penalties for possession and distribution and officially begins the U.S. international “war on drugs.”

                          1987 Moroccan government cracks down upon Cannabis cultivation in lower elevations of the Rif Mountains.

                          1988 U.S. DEA administrative law Judge Francis Young finds, after thorough hearings, that marijuana has a clearly established medical use and should be reclassified as a prescriptive drug. His recommendation is ignored.

                          1992 In reaction to a surge of requests from AIDS patients for medical marijuana, the U.S. government closes the Compassionate Use program. That same year the pharmaceutical medication dronabinol is approved for AIDS-wasting syndrome.

                          1993 Cannabis eradication efforts resume in Morocco.

                          1994 Border hashish still produced in Pakistan. Heavy fighting between rival Muslim clans continues to upset hashish trade in Afghanistan.

                          1995 Introduction of hashish-making equipment and appearance of locally produced hashish in Amsterdam coffee shops.

                          1996 California (the first U.S. state to ban marijuana use, see 1915) became the first U.S. State to then re-legalize medical marijuana use for people suffering from AIDS, cancer, and other serious illnesses. A similar bill was passed in Arizona the same year. This was followed by the passage of similar initiatives in Alaska, Colorado, Maine, Montana, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Washington D.C., Hawaii, Maryland, New Mexico, Rhode Island, and Vermont.

                          1997 The American Office of National Drug Control Policy commissioned the Institute of Medicine (IOM) to conduct a comprehensive study of the medical efficacy of cannabis therapeutics. The IOM concluded that cannabis is a safe and effective medicine, patients should have access, and the government should expand avenues for research and drug development. The federal government completely ignored its findings and refused to act on its recommendations.

                          1997-2001 In direct contradiction to the IOM recomendations, President Clinton, continuing the Regan and Bush “war on drugs” era, began a campaign to arrest and prosecute medical cannabis patients and their providers in California and elsewhere.

                          1999 Hawaii and North Dakota unsuccessfully attempt to legalize hemp farming. The U.S. DEA reclassifies dronabinol as a schedule III drug, making the medication easier to prescribe while marijuana itself continues to be listed Schedule I as having “no accepted medical use.”

                          2000 Legalization initiative in Alaska fails.

                          2001 Britain’s Home Secretary, David Blunkett, proposes relaxing the classification of cannabis from a class B to class C. Canada adopts federal laws in support of medical marijuana, and by 2003 Canada becomes the first country in the world to approve medical marijuana nation-wide.

                          2001-2009 Under President G.W. Bush the U.S. federal government intensified its “war on drugs” targeting both patients and doctors across the state of California.

                          2005 Marc Emery, a Canadian citizen and the largest distributor of marijuana seeds into the United States from approximately 1995 through July 2005 was on the FBI #1 wanted drug list for years and was eventually indicted by the U.S. DEA. He was extradited from Canada for trial in the U.S. in May 2010.

                          2009 President Obama made steps toward ending the very unsuccessful 20-year “war on drugs” initiated during the Regan administration by stating that individual drug use is really a public health issue, and should be treated as such. Under his guidance, the U.S. Justice Department announced that federal prosecutors will no longer pursue medical marijuana users and distributors who comply with state laws.

                          2010 Marc Emery of Vancouver, BC, Canada, was sentenced on September 10 in a U.S. District Court in Seattle to five years in prison and four years of supervised release for “conspiracy to manufacture marijuana” (eg. selling marijuana seeds).

                          2010 Proposition 19 to legalize marijuana in California is placed back on the ballet (named The Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010). Current voter poles suggest that the proposition has about 50% population support and will likely win or loose by a margin of only 2%.

                          Oct 2010 Just weeks before the November 02 California election on Prop. 19 Attorney General Eric Holder said federal authorities would continue to enforce U.S. laws that declare the drug is illegal, even if voters approve the initiative, stating “we will vigorously enforce the (Controlled Substances Act) against those individuals and organizations that possess, manufacture or distribute marijuana for recreational use.”

                          Nov 2010 California Proposition 19, also known as the Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010, was narrowly defeated by 53.6% of the vote. This would have legalized various marijuana-related activities in California, allowing local governments to regulate these activities, permitting local governments to impose and collect marijuana-related fees and taxes, and authorizing various criminal and civil penalties.

                          Nov 2012 The States of Colorado and Washington legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; promises are made to the people that these new initiatives will have no impact on medical marijuana in those states. The country of Uruguay legalizes marijuana / cannabis for recreational use. The US District of Columbia decriminalizes personal use and possession of marijuana / cannabis.

                          July 07, 2014 Cannabis City becomes Seattle’s very first legal marijuana shop for over-the-counter purchase & recreational use. This generated world-wide media attention and a serious discussion over the legalization of marijuana and a possible end to the American “drug war.” The first purchase, by Deb Green a 65-year old marathon-running grandmother from Ballard, is part of the collection of the Museum of History and Industry in Seattle, Washington.

                          Nov 2014 The States of Alaska and Oregon legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; the States of California, Nevada, Arizona, Hawaii and Massachusetts all begin to draft legalization legislation.

                          July 24, 2015 With the passage of Senate Bill 5052 Washington State medical marijuana comes fully under the control of the newly re-named Washington Liquor and Cannabis Board (LCB).

                          Well, back to my Thanksgiving story. I feel “how” the Indians feel, now that I know it’s just another American holiday. I AM thankful this evening anyway, for the wonderful day I had. I did miss my family, but I think I wrote a hell of an interesting post this afternoon and early evening.

                          Those of you that DID make it all the way to the end of this, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this, especially my thoughts on…………Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Oh, and Cannabis has ALWAYS been a big part of our evolution as a species.

                          HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE IT. If you want to read the Indians point of view, go back to my last post at:

                          “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                           

                          If anyone has some leftover DARK MEAT and would like to send me some, please contact me for my mailing address

                          American Dollars Spent, and American Citizens Arrested, Because of the Dubious “War On Drugs” THIS Year Alone, go to this link, it’s live and ticking

                          http://www.drugsense.org/cms/wodclock

                          Let’s just be really thankful for whomever was the first of our species to discover that inhaling the smoke from a plant that was accidently thrown on the firepit, magically transformed them from a ferocious caveman into a relaxed dude that would go on eventually inventing the wheel and all sorts of other shit. That’s called progress. All part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please?

                          Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                            “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                            If I were an “Original”, I’m not sure if I would be carving up a Turkey on Thanksgiving Day.

                            First of all, I like to refer to the people that have been here on the North American Continent for thousands of years as “Originals” and not as “Indigenous” or “Indians” any longer. Columbus thought he had reached “India”. He missed that boat.

                            For many of us, thinking about Thanksgiving makes us think of the First Thanksgiving between the “Originals” and the Pilgrims. There are many versions of this story though, but many of us know the one we are taught in school.  In 1621, America would have their very first Thanksgiving Dinner between the two different groups of people (our species). Today it is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November.

                            The very first Thanksgiving was to celebrate a treaty between the pilgrims and the “Originals”. This was a large feast that had enough food to feed everyone for weeks. On the table was foul such as geese, turkey, swans, duck, etc. There was also lots of meat, vegetables and grains provided by both the Indians and the pilgrims. Everyone had a wonderful celebration, and certainly a wonderful meal.  The “Originals” even signed a paper stating that the pilgrims had the right to Plymouth.

                            Thanksgiving to the “Originals” may not mean the same thing that it did to the white settlers in American History.  To the “Originals”, Thanksgiving would mean a totally different thing. This was the beginning of their end……a time where they had given up their land in return for gifts that were full of disease……which would kill many of them later down the road.

                            The White settlers would see this as a friendship being started, knowing that without the help of the “Originals”, they would never have survived the rough winter.  It was a time of celebrating with family and friends and being thankful they were still around to do it.  Today, we celebrate it with our own family with turkey, yams and ham.

                            Thanksgiving will always be remembered as a time when the “Originals” and Pilgrims sat at a long table and ate together, sharing everything they had with one another.

                            Here’s a poignant story written by Jacqueline Keeler / Pacific News Service December 31, 1999

                            For a Native American, the story of Thanksgiving is not a very happy one. But a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux finds occasion for hope.

                            I celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving. This may surprise those people who wonder what Native Americans think of this official U.S. celebration of the survival of early arrivals in a European invasion that culminated in the death of 10 to 30 million native people.

                            Thanksgiving to me has never been about Pilgrims. When I was six, my mother, a woman of the Dineh nation, told my sister and me not to sing “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride” in “America the Beautiful.”

                            Our people, she said, had been here much longer and taken much better care of the land. We were to sing “Land of the Indian’s pride” instead. I was proud to sing the new lyrics in school, but I sang softly. It was enough for me to know the difference.

                            At six, I felt I had learned something very important. As a child of a Native American family, you are part of a very select group of survivors, and I learned that my family possessed some “inside” knowledge of what really happened when those poor, tired masses came to our homes.

                            When the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, they were poor and hungry — half of them died within a few months from disease and hunger. When Squanto, a Wampanoag man, found them, they were in a pitiful state. He spoke English, having traveled to Europe, and took pity on them.

                            Their English crops had failed. The native people fed them through the winter and taught them how to grow their food. These were not merely “friendly Indians.” They had already experienced European slave traders raiding their villages for a hundred years or so, and they were wary — but it was their way to give freely to those who had nothing.

                            Among many of our peoples, showing that you can give without holding back is the way to earn respect. Among the Dakota, my father’s people, they say, when asked to give, “Are we not Dakota and alive?” It was believed that by giving there would be enough for all — the exact opposite of the system we live in now, which is based on selling, not giving.

                            To the Pilgrims, and most English and European peoples, the Wampanoags were heathens, and of the Devil. They saw Squanto not as an equal but as an instrument of their God to help his chosen people, themselves.

                            Since that initial sharing, Native American food has spread around the world. Nearly 70 percent of all crops grown today were originally cultivated by Native American peoples. I sometimes wonder what they ate in Europe before they met us. Spaghetti without tomatoes?

                            Meat and potatoes without potatoes? And at the “first Thanksgiving” the Wampanoags provided most of the food — and signed a treaty granting Pilgrims the right to the land at Plymouth, the real reason for the first Thanksgiving. What did the Europeans give in return?

                            Within 20 years, European disease and treachery had decimated the Wampanoags. Most diseases then came from animals that Europeans had domesticated. Cowpox from cows led to smallpox, one of the great killers of our people, spread through gifts of blankets used by infected Europeans. Some estimate that diseases accounted for a death toll reaching 90 percent in some Native American communities.

                            By 1623, Mather the elder, a Pilgrim leader, was giving thanks to his God for destroying the heathen savages to make way “for a better growth,” meaning his people.

                            In stories told by the Dakota people, an evil person always keeps his or her heart in a secret place separate from the body. The hero must find that secret place and destroy the heart in order to stop the evil.

                            I see, in the “First Thanksgiving” story, a hidden Pilgrim heart. The story of that heart is the real tale than needs to be told. What did it hold? Bigotry, hatred, greed, self-righteousness? We have seen the evil that it caused in the 350 years since.

                            Genocide, environmental devastation, poverty, world wars, racism. Where is the hero who will destroy that heart of evil? I believe it must be each of us.

                            Indeed, when I give thanks this Thursday and I cook my native food, I will be thinking of this hidden heart and how my ancestors survived the evil it caused.

                            Because if we can survive, with our ability to share and to give intact, then the evil and the good will that met that Thanksgiving day in the land of the Wampanoag will have come full circle. And the healing can begin.

                            Jacqueline Keeler is a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux. Her work has appeared in Winds of Change, an American Indian Journal.

                            So, let us all give thanks, on this wonderful day of Thanksgiving. Let’s be thankful that those first Originals” didn’t have guns. Let’s be thankful that they didn’t just kill off all of the Pilgrim Settlers and go back home with a bunch of scalps in their pouch. Let’s be thankful that the “Originals” DID teach those thankful pilgrims how to farm, i.e., how to successfully grow the foods that we take for granted today.

                            Let’s just be really thankful. That’s called progress, “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride”, all part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please.

                            Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                              Simultaneous Frustration and Optimism

                              Let’s face it folks, for the past 50-75 years or so, politicians from BOTH major parties, and many other government officials in high positions of authority in many branches of our government, (and in other countries as well), have been and are still involved in “Shenanigans” that are TREASONOUS acts against the Citizens and the Constitution of the United States of America (treasonous acts in other countries by their politicians and government officials as well). Note: The “Shenanigans” have been a part of every society for a few thousand years, I’m just focusing on recent history (in my lifetime) and what is happening right now.

                              If you, as an eligible voter don’t understand that, you are either, 1) Uniformed; or 2) Misinformed; or 3) Just plain stupid; or 4) Been in a coma for 50 years or so; or 5) Still in a jungle somewhere been raised by monkeys….or a combination of at least three categories, in addition to being totally void of that thing called “Common Sense”.

                              If you are what is called a “Sheeple”, but you DO know that something IS terribly wrong with everything that you see currently happening today, and/or you are curious about significant negative events in the past, and you have a desire to find out the real truth, i.e., what’s really been going on, then I suggest that you begin doing your own research and listen to what others have been trying to tell you for so long.

                              The more Sheeple that can be converted into the growing group of folks that are “Awakened”, the better the odds of saving our country and it’s citizens, saving YOUR country and its citizens whichever one that may be, saving those countries and its citizens that have been victims, and perhaps even saving the human species. THAT’S how serious this has become.

                              As a species, we are slowly approaching a “Fork in the Road” and wither we take the left fork or the right fork, it will determine if we survive as a species on this planet we call Earth. We have been crossing the threshold from the Pisces Age into the Age of Aquarius for about 100 years or so. That crossing over and into new ages from past ages lasts two to three hundred years.

                              The Pisces Age was the age of “Religions and Wars” and thank God we are leaving it because mankind’s religiosity has been a primary factor in all wars, genocides, and every other horrific thing that was beset upon mankind during the Pisces age. The Age of Aquarius is the “Age of Technology and Peace”, and if you don’t understand that, then you have either been in a coma for 50 years, or you were raised by monkeys in some jungle somewhere.

                              As an optimist, I believe that we ARE going to take the correct “Fork in the Road”. All of us will be long dead before our species has finally crossed that threshold that I mentioned earlier. Even my seven-year-old grandson will be long gone before we are fully rooted and living in the new age. Since I believe that is the case, what’s the use of doing anything at all one might ask in hopelessness. The answer is that we all have a responsibility NOW to help guide our species towards that correct fork in the road as we come to it.

                              What we do now DOES make a difference for our future. What we learn and share with others DOES make and will continue to make, a real difference towards a positive choice perhaps a hundred years from now as we take the correct fork in the road.

                              Wither you believe or don’t believe that there is something called the “Elite/Cabal”, or whatever name you want to associate with the top 1% of the 1%, it doesn’t matter to me, as I already have done my own research, and “Followed the Money”. It should matter to you however, regardless of your station in life. If you know for a fact that your bank account does not qualify you for the top 10% at least, then this message is for you.

                              What we see happening all around us today is the result of using the technology we currently have to do the proper research, and to share our research/findings with others. That technology is ever evolving, and our ability to research and share is evolving. Sheeple are being “Awakened”, and the numbers of awakened folks are increasing exponentially.

                              There is a new “APP” that hasn’t been designed/programmed yet that will be like a shot of adrenaline to this whole awakening process that we are going through right now. It will replace all social media platforms, search engines, video conferencing platforms, and other Internet-based communications applications. It will be the “Mother of All Apps” when it becomes a reality, and there is nothing that will prevent it from fulfilling its function of bringing all of mankind into the new age, an age of PEACE, because of TECHNOLOGY.

                              In conclusion, technology will allow us to finally go from being like that “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, to an ORGANIZED, SYNERGIZED, and OVERWHELMING POSITIVE FORCE FOR CHANGE. We will become a majority force strong enough to defeat the folks that have been running our world into the ground, so to speak.

                              You have choices. Do nothing…Or get involved. If you have ANY Common Sense at all, you will allow yourself to be open to reason, to be hungry for the real truth, to seek it, to find it, to wake up, and to share it.

                              In the meantime, we will be developing that “Mother of all APPS” that I mentioned earlier. Those of you that are awake that want to have a “Technology Jam Session” to discuss this, please let me know. We are stuck with the social media currently available to us (like farcecrap, Zoom, etcetera), so we temporarily will be using what’s available for our “Technology Jam Sessions”.

                              Temporarily, for those friends that are interested, I will be setting up communications on WHATSAPP since it is more secure than the other video conferencing platforms.

                              DO THE RESEARCH! WAKE UP! AND GET INVOLVED!

                              Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                “Tell me again, who are these people called Sheeple?”

                                It’s interesting to see the dual-effect/dual-outcome on the generation that grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and the generation that followed right after, of having no Smartphones, Computers, and Video Games. What we all had was the great outdoors, and each other, whether it was out in the country on a farm coming home from a day of play with cow shit on our shoes, or playing stick-ball on the city streets of a major city like NYC. I’ll explain the dual-effect later in this essay.

                                Since I am from the “Baby Boomer” generation, I can say that what we did was simple back then. We ran around outside like the little kids that we were, playing Hide-&-Go-Seek, Cowboys & Indians, explored, like I did, quite a bit of the 356 Acre farm where I grew up (I even discovered an illegal Nudist Colony on our property, deep in our woods one time).

                                The “News” was something our parents watched after dinner, and it wasn’t as blatantly filled with propaganda, misinformation and outright lies as it is today. While we children waited for the latest episode of “Lassie”, our parents looked forward to the latest episodes of “I Love Lucy” and “The Honeymooners”.

                                For that generation we call the “Baby Boomers” as children, we had nothing to fear, well except for those nasty Communists from the U.S.S.R. and Red China (a sample of propaganda). Now this oldest of living generations has a lot of BS to fear. BS because much of it has been purposely fabricated to instill FEAR AND OBEDIENCE in everyone.

                                This cautiously peaceful era that we call the “Cold War” was prior to the Vietnam War, and other than having to hide under our desks at school for a weekly “Drill” that was supposed to save our lives from an unexpected Atomic Bomb blast, life was good, life was simple, and most of us had fun growing up as children.

                                Here’s an interesting/amazing part, which I label the “Duality Experience” for the Baby Boomer generation and the generation right after called “Generation X”; The vast majority of those same generations today, hopelessly, do not have a clue. They ARE the dumbest generations alive. All their lives and still today, they rely on the Main Stream Media (MSM) news sources for their sole source of information, (which they believe to be the “Gospel Truth”), and they believe just about everything their government tells them. Many are “Hawks”, because of their life-long indoctrination.

                                The minority of these same generations have had and continues to have, an open mind and as a result, unlike these cross-generational “Sheeple”, we have grown and continue to grow in knowledge with the birth and growth of technology, (coincidentally, I also think that the minority of us were open to, and still partake of, cannabis. Some of the “Awakened/Awake” folks even partake of the more exotic mind-opening drugs like mushrooms etcetera).

                                So, for the vast majority of the Baby Boomers and younger generation Sheeple, (I suggest they are of the ages between 45 and death at old age) I suggest that it’s because a vast majority of these people did not grow with the times, with the growth of technology. They have whatever is the cheapest, simplest cellphone that’s available to them on their budgets instead of a “Smart” phone, and even if they DO have a Smart phone, they still only use it for making and receiving telephone phone calls from their Mother or their sister Edith, and maybe, just MAYBE, one of their grandchildren have taught them how to send and receive “Text Messages”.

                                Most do not own a computer, and if they do, they have absolutely no idea how to use it other than to send and receive emails filled with photos of their Grandchildren or their pets, and that exchange is primarily limited to their relatives and/or close friends. They haven’t a clue as to how vast the Internet is, and how much information is available to them.

                                These folks (45 and older) make up that huge portion of what we call “Sheeple” with just a scant few of them, like myself, that grew WITH the technology when it came along, discovering, with the continuing evolution of the “Internet”, that we could use it as a tool to research and find answers to just about anything. Do you want to find out how to give your neighbor’s Pit-Bull a Vasectomy without anesthesia? Look it up on the Internet, in fact there’s probably a YouTube video just for that. Or you are really interested in researching who really murdered JFK? The information is there, you just have to do the research.

                                The people across the generational groups that are amongst the “Awakened/Awake” have also used modern day technology and discovered that in so many cases, our history books were wrong and deliberately excluded or white-washed the truth. The point is, you are either a “Sheeple” and refuse to learn the truth, or you are comfortable with YOUR life the way it is and selfishly could give a Rats Ass about anyone else, or you are just plain stupid….Or perhaps, you are AWAKE after discovering the many truths that are out there.

                                As this small tech-savvy portion of the “Baby Boomers” along with later generations began to publish more and more information on the Internet, the availability of real truths and real news evolved and exponentially increased, especially in the last 20 years or so.

                                Across all adult generations, we became part of what’s known as the “Awakened, or Awake” group of people. So far, we are outnumbered by the “Sheeple”. Lots and lots of Sheeple out there that refuse to believe anything other than the MSM, and what their government tells them to believe.

                                It’s amazing that you do find those same “Sheeple” people on social media, but that’s as far as their reach is, because they either use social media to send and receive family photos, pictures of their dog Bowser, etcetera. When they DO make a “Comment” on a Meme or posting on Farcecrap that in their mind, is politically or religiously incorrect to them, or both, i.e., it doesn’t jive with their long-held views due to the massive indoctrination/brain washing by the government via the MSM, they are easily identified as Sheeple when you read their comments and take a close look at their profile page.

                                Heaven forbid that the Sheeple would actually do any deep research into, let’s say, how the World Trade Centers ACTUALLY were brought down, i.e., what caused the demolition-like collapse, (could it be a pre-planned, controlled implosion using the strategic placement of explosives?). That one is no longer a “Conspiracy Theory”.

                                When you take a look at the latest generations of kids, like my 7-year-old Grandson, the jury is still out, we really don’t know what effect that the technology of video games, smart phones, and everything else will have on them. We WILL know in ten years of so, when they are graduating from High School and entering college.

                                My guess is that because of the ever-evolving use of the Internet, my grandson’s generation that we call the “Gen Alpha” will be the smartest as far as being “Awakened” is concerned, thanks to the continuing evolution of technology. In spite of trading in the types of activity that us Baby Boomers called “Play Time” using “Cow-Pies” as Frisbees, for “Smart Phones & Video Games”, my Grandson’s generation ALSO will realize, observe, and react to the real news, the real truth, and optimistically lead their generation farther across the threshold between the Pisces Age and the Aquarian Age.

                                In conclusion (for now), there are four classes or groups of people, the cross-generational “Sheeple”, the cross-generational “Awakened/Awake”, the cross-generational “Evil Doers”. The fourth group are those unfortunate souls caught in-between, the innocent people dying of starvation and wars on a daily basis. The cross-generational “Sheeple” far outnumber the cross-generational “Awakened/Awake”. The growing group of “Awakened/Awake” AND the “Sheeple”, far outnumber the “Evil-Doers” (which is ALSO cross-generational).

                                This is not about “Conspiracy Theories”, a term invented by the CIA after they murdered JFK. This essay, I hope, is a wake-up call for the vast majority of “Sheeple”. I ask that YOU do the research yourself, the truth IS out there.

                                I suggest what I always have said, “Follow the Money”. Research who gains and who loses financially with NEVER-ENDING WARS. Research who gains and who loses financially with things like the recent world-wide shut-down due to the “Plandemic” Covid-19. Go back and research JFK’s murder, and who gained from his death, research 9-11 and who gained immediately, and who has gained from the aftermath of never-ending wars against the wrong group of people. Research everything before you come to your conclusions. That’s all I ask of you because we want YOU to WAKE UP.

                                For those of you who are amongst the “Awakened/Awake”, the task and ultimate goal before us seems impossible, but as an optimist, I truly believe that in spite of all the obstacles and what seems to be the impossible goal of defeating the “Elite-Cabal”, the “Evil-Doers” (for lack of a better name), we DO have the advantage currently with the ability to use existing technology to turn the “Sheeple” into “Awakened/Awake” folks. That’s the “Task”.  Let’s ALL of us starting perhaps with family and friends who are “Sheeple”, continue to assist/help them to do the research themselves, because the ‘TRUTH SHALL TRULY SET THEM FREE”. If you think my essay will help you to educate a family member or friend, please give them the “link” to this essay. Thanks for reading this.

                                Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                 

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                                  Love DOES heal all, sometimes it’s quick, sometimes that healing takes time

                                  Well it’s Monday morning, the 28th of September at 4:33 AM and about 15 minutes ago I was awakened by my bladder. So, after relieving myself, I went back to bed, turned off the light on my nightstand and thought that I was going to go back to sleep. For the previous five minutes, my buddy Shelton had laid there in his spot at the head of the bed and was still in slumberland, stretched out like doggies do, eyes closed.

                                  I lay there in the dark for a few minutes and a rush of thoughts came streaming through my mind. I was thinking of that first night that Shelton and I were back together the day of Annie’s terrible accident that was the cause of her death four days later in a hospital in Ensenada. That first night back in my Casita, as Shelton lay there next to me trying to sleep, he was shaking, constantly. like a broken washing machine. He had survived the car accident unharmed except for what must have been a very traumatic experience for him.

                                  As he lay there, I kept stroking his furry body until he finally had stopped shaking, and was finally asleep. Throughout that night and for several more nights, in his sleep he would occasionally shudder and jerk as I’m sure he was reliving that moment of the crash. My hand never left his body as I kept stroking him and whispering to him with calm words of assurance that he was okay. After four days, the nightmares went away, and he became that normal puppy dog that he had been for the two months before when I had been babysitting him while Annie was away in San Diego.

                                  So, here I sit, with Shelton on Annie’s rooftop deck next door to my Casita (part of the estate where I live), sitting in my folding camping chair, you know, the kind with the beer pockets in the arms of the chair, and Shelton doing his thing, exploring the deck, sniffing, and now he’s lying alongside my chair. It’s another hour and a half before Sunrise, and as I am writing this (on my iPhone) I occasionally look up at the stars hoping to see that UFO again, (that’s a whole other story here on my website).

                                  The inspiration for this story isn’t so much about Shelton and I, and his recovery, but something else that caused me to get up and write. And that is, how my experience with Shelton relates to one of my adult children and myself. What Shelton went through as it relates to what many of us go through as humans. Our pets, in my case, my adopted little doggy Shelton, certainly have feelings/emotions, and they react to trauma much the same way that humans do, and they also react to love the same way that we do.

                                  My family was broken apart by divorce when my son was fourteen and my daughter was ten. Without laying the blame on anyone, I can say that the breakup of our family affected all four of us, differently, and with different degrees of psychological effects and trauma on all four of us. One of us suffered the most and continues to have to deal with the effects of the divorce and separation twenty-five years later.

                                  Over the years I have tried to restore a relationship like I thought had as a loving father with that now adult child for obvious reasons. Over the years, I had had problems dealing with the issue because I would have an emotional knee-jerk reaction to not having the perfect kind of relationship that parents should have with their children, sans any negative influences. My reactions used to be a mixture of disappointment and sadness mixed with the typical “Why me. Lord? Why am I the one to blame here?”. Thankfully this changed several years ago, realizing that it wasn’t about ME and how I felt. It was all about her, and what she was suffering through.

                                  Again, not taking the blame or casting the blame on someone else, I recognized that all I could do was to continuously show my love for her and not to allow my selfish concern for my own feelings to control me, my reactions, and roadblock our relationship. And here is where it has a simple, yet profound similarity to Shelton. Just as I showed that calming and healing love towards Shelton, I continue to show my love and assurance to my daughter, without my ego interfering or influencing my own psyche.

                                  It’s natural for us to love our children and it’s also natural for us to feel the pain of rejection, and to selfishly express that pain. What I’m saying is that I KNOW my daughter loves me, and I KNOW that she has had to deal with her own issues all these years because of the trauma of divorce and separation, and the very best that I can do as a loving parent is to constantly express my love and assurance, like I did with Shelton that first night and since, when he suffered HIS traumatic event.

                                  Pets, like Shelton eventually forget. Humans do not. Pets like Shelton adapt quickly when smothered with love. Humans do not. Humans sometimes suffer their entire lives, battling all kinds of things like depression, resentment, anger, and so on, and when we can set aside our own feelings and selflessly show nothing but love, it is all we can do, and all we can hope for. I am armed with that hope, Not hope for me, that I would see normality, but hope ONLY for my daughter, that she would some day conquer those feelings/issues that have had a negative impact on her and on her development as a human being. In spite of everything, my daughter is a wonderful, loving person, with compassion for others around her, the best daughter in the whole wide world.

                                  Like I said, I KNOW my daughter loves me, and I know that SHE knows that I love her with all of my heart, and THAT feels really good. Shelton KNOWS that I love him also, as he IS like my shadow. It’s 6:14 AM, and as you can see, the Sun is beginning to rise. Shelton, who was pretty quiet for the past hour or so, just saw something to bark at (he does a lot of barking). I have finished writing my early morning thoughts and I hope it will be an inspiration to those who read it.

                                  Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                   

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                                    “I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice Cream”

                                    As an Intro for this essay, I thought this particular George Carlin routine would be appropriate:

                                    This was my “Comment” yesterday on YouTube as my first gut reaction to the documentary, “Kiss The Ground” Moderated by Woody Harrelson,

                                    I LOVED the film, a great message that the whole world needs to hear, BUT, after watching the film and then going back to the YouTube “Panel Discussion” to watch that, I was immediately compelled to write the following as a “Comment” there on the YouTube page, and I quote: “Great film! Can you take some of that regenerative food and the $$ and ship it to Yemen? People ARE dying of starvation there on a daily basis, and several other areas around the world (Google the word, FAMINE)”. If you are already involved in feeding those that are dying every day from starvation, my bad, forgive me for even suggesting that you and your husband Josh are not just as concerned about the thousands of people dying from starvation every day, as you are about saving the planet, one patch of dirt at a time I know, it’s logistically difficult perhaps impossible, to feed people in a country being relentlessly bombed on a daily basis. I’m happy for the “Rancher” that has turned his acreage into a profitable business. One last thought. I realize that reversing climate change is a major concern for you (and rightfully so), so please, don’t be offended by my comment or take my comment the wrong way. as it is not my intent to offend. Someone has to save the planet, right? So, I guess others will have to stop famines and death by starvation.

                                    Here’s my essay as a result:

                                    I know it’s dangerously difficult if not impossible, for ANY “Humanitarian” group to operate in war-torn places like Yemen where people are being insanely bombed on a daily basis AND also starving to death by the thousands (also on a daily basis), BUT, and it’s a BIG BUT, what if there could be a way for people who DO care, to form immediate connections and collaborations between the “Save the Planet by Regenerative Soil Farming” as demonstrated by the recent documentary “Kiss The Ground” and let’s say, people/organizations whose primary goal in life is to “Feed People and End Famines” in places like Yemen. Collaborations between ALL of the various groups and their “causes”. The “APP” is the answer (described later in this essay).

                                    Of course, people who are dedicated and involved with environmental issues DO care about people who are dying as the result of famines, after all, starving to death IS because of the lack of FOOD, and they care just as much as people dedicated to solving racial and other inequality issues, or police brutality, or many of the others causes that plague us as human beings….in other words, THEY care about ending famines just as much as the people dedicated to ridding our planet of Nuclear Weapons do. We ALL CARE! About something, right?

                                    Of course, there already are groups/organizations risking their lives (and/or the lives of others) to supply and distribute humanitarian aid in places like Yemen. It obviously would be much less dangerous and life-threatening if Saudi Arabia wasn’t bombing the shit out of Yemen right now, (with the full support of the USA Government). If there wasn’t any war activity going on right now in Yemen and other countries besieged by illegal wars, I’m sure the “Let’s Save the Planet via Regenerative Farming – Kiss The Ground” folks would be there in a hot minute teaching people to “Regenerate the Soil and Grow Crops” correctly, to “Save Our Planet”.

                                    So, first things first, let’s work on stopping all wars. Easy to say, will be much harder to do (I digress). Imagine a system, an “APP”, that could be a source for REAL collaboration and thus positive change. All the various groups/organizations would still be able to maintain their own identity and “Causes”. The difference will be that the “APP”. the “Mother Of All Apps” or, “MOAA” for short, will provide an instantaneous method and source for collaboration AND, solving the problems/issues, whatever they may be.

                                    Do you want to be involved in an issue, and actually find answers to resolve it? Use the “MOAA”. Do you want to send photos of your doggie to your friends and relatives? Use the “MOAA”. Do you want your vote to really count? Use the “Voting/Election” part of the “MOAA” to view the various candidates and their platforms, and vote for your candidate, securely. Do you want to list your house for sale and reach a targeted group of potential buyers? Use the “MOAA”. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

                                    The “MOAA” will also replace ALL other “Search Engines, like Google, Bing, Yahoo, etcetera. It also will replace “Social Media Apps” like Facebook, Twitter, Zoom, YouTube, etcetera. It will replace the “Voting Booth”, and be everything that the “Internet” is today, and be all inclusive. It also will replace how we govern ourselves, and truly be an instrument that changes the world, for the betterment of ALL of mankind.

                                    While maintaining the various groups/organizations individuality and missions, there needs to be a single, unifying entity for real collaboration to work, for plenty of reasons, such as sharing the responsibility for seeking mutual funding/financial assistance, sharing information that would be useful across all of the missions/projects, and all other reasons that real collaboration makes sense. Example: Some group has a few hundred tons of “Food and Medicine”, and they want to help the starving people in another country (like Yemen), but do not have the ability to transport the food. They would post there offering on the “APP” and minutes later another group/organization with twenty cargo-type aircraft respond and ultimately transport the life-saving food and medicine.  In order to do this, a single, “Umbrella” organization can be established which ALL groups/organizations would be a part of, with links to their individual websites so that from one single platform, unlike the “Internet”, people can easily find sources that are particular to their needs. That “Umbrella” would be part of the MOAA and could be called, the “People Powered Planet Global Partnership” (PPPGP) set up as a not for profit Limited Liability Company, owned by all participating groups/organizations/people.

                                    Not a company or corporation in the traditional sense, but a part of the MOAA platform to share and collaborate. When someone like Elon Musk writes a check to support the development of the MOAA, he will be writing the check to the “People Powered Planet Global Partnership”, not to an individual.

                                    Maintaining all of the various causes and activities, and collaborating in a way that has never been done before. No longer like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, but a method/system to truly collaborate, and to accomplish all of our goals.

                                    Anyone, after reading this that have an inspired desire to get involved in some way, please contact us. If someone like an Elon Musk is a close personal friend, and you believe in this project, please have him get in contact with us.

                                    In conclusion. there are dozens and dozens of really worthwhile causes that folks are involved in, just like the “Kiss the Ground” folks, and additionally, for every good “Cause” there are literally hundreds of separate groups/organizations that are involved, and for all those groups/organizations there are thousands and thousands of people involved, trying to do their part in whatever their mission they are involved in. Separately, many DO make a small and positive difference. The majority do not make a difference. Imagine if everyone was truly collaborating. What I wrote about here today was an idea for how we can truly ORGANIZE, which will lead to true COLLABORATION. Join us.

                                    Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                     

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                                      What if Eve had been given a Penis, and Adam a Vagina?

                                      What is “Religious Faith in the Unknown?” and the accompanying “Religious Fear of the Unknown?” For many, it is two things. Fear, and the promise of reward. You cannot have “Faith” without the “Fear”, as they go hand in hand. The faith/belief (idea/notion) of spending eternity in a good place, like “Heaven” after you die (as a reward for being a “Righteous” person), will always be coupled with the fear of spending eternity in a very bad place called “Hell” for being a “Sinful” person, ultimately rejected by your “God” at the Pearly Gates.

                                      I have known some very religious people that truly lived “Saintly” lives, but they did so with a mixture of fear and hope of that promise of reward. I also have known a few people that didn’t have a single religious bone in their body and lived what we would call, a “Righteous or Saintly” life, and throughout their lives, they never feared “Hell” (or death) and they never hoped to someday be in Heaven. I also have known the ultra-religious types that were the ultimate personification of what we call a “Hypocrite” and really did not believe in ANYTHING other than themselves.

                                      So what is the answer or point to all this? If you are a religious person, you more than likely live your life trying to avoid the conscious or subconscious fear of “Hell Fire and Brimstone” that was taught to you all your life, and you believe that your attempt at living a saintly life will get you a Passport to your concept of “Heaven” and your place in the Heavenly Choir, or your 20 virgins that were promised to you, or your reincarnation as a higher life-form like a Cow.

                                      But assuredly, on your deathbed just before your final breath, you will still be wondering if you will end up in your preconceived version of “Hell” because you just once, had a thought in your mind of fucking your neighbor’s wife while the neighbor (and friend) was on deployment to Afghanistan. Whatever the so-called past “Sin” in your life was/is, that had plagued you most of your life, it WILL come back to you perhaps with your last dying breath (if you are not already in a drug-induced coma). And then you do die, not knowing for certain whether you are going up, or down. Then some stranger at your funeral says, “Bob is looking down on us from Heaven now, smiling, as he’s playing his Trombone in God’s Heavenly Orchestra”. Then a mourner at your Wake says, “Hey Richard, did Alice make her famous Fried-Chicken? Let’s get a beer”………(Sure, so long, Bob).

                                      Fear is bondage. For religious folks, that fear is forever a part of your psyche as well. You can’t totally eliminate the fear unless you are psychotically delusional. I have known a few of those types and they are as much unknowingly involved in their madness as hypocrites are knowingly involved in their deception. I believe that an unrealistic hope in the hereafter can sometimes be a form of bondage as well when it takes your eyes off of the here-and-now.

                                      For the truly religiously psychotic who are delusional, their madness overcomes their fear, but the madness in itself is visible to most people, and is damaging to the person and to everyone else around him or her that succumbs to the madness, think “Jonestown” or any other example of madness masquerading as religion. One of my pet peeves in a similar regard is the madness of following some dude that convinces his “Flock” to donate a huge chunk of their life savings so he can purchase his fifth or sixth private jet (I lost count)…..You know the dude, because he just can’t fly with all those “Demons” on commercial airliners.

                                      Personally, I was indoctrinated from early childhood into that “Fear and Hope of Reward System” as a “Christian”. For me, although I believe that I had always been a normal kid, growing into a normal young adult teenager, then maturing into a somewhat normal adult, for the first half of my life, the fear of eternal damnation was always just around the corner, like a mad dog with rabies.

                                      However, as I matured through my young adult stage into full-fledged adulthood, I slowly began to wake up and understand the differences between “Religions” as a man-made tool of submission and oppression, and the innate nature of humans. to be free, and how applying something as simple as the Golden Rule without all the mumbo-jumbo hocus-pocus of Hell versus Heaven could free a person from fear of death.

                                      This life-long journey of discovery along with “Common Sense” began to ramp up for me when I was in my early fifties, and it has been a continuing learning/discovery process. Now at seventy-two, I can say that I have no fear of death, I do not believe in Heaven or Hell, and I strive to be a practitioner of the Golden Rule every single day of my life. “Common Sense” is a great weapon against fear. When I finally realized for me at least, what a scam on mankind religion really was, I not only eliminated fear of eternal damnation in a fiery pit of Hell, I also lost all fear of death itself. What a wonderful thing, to no longer fear death.

                                      I don’t care WHAT religion you are practicing, if you fear death, because you have been taught to fear whatever brand of purgatory your religion teaches, you are in bondage, plain and simple. However, if you simply follow the “Golden Rule”, you will no longer have fear of Eternal Damnation, and you will no longer be hoping for a spot in God’s Rock Band “The Five Shepherds”, or no longer be hoping for those 20+ Vestal Virgins that were promised to you, or whatever else that your religion may have promised you.

                                      I was inspired to write this little essay in response to a Facebook Friend, a “Religious” person, , who was offended, and had responded to one of my recent “God” Memes (see above) that I had published on FB recently. Here is what my initial “Comment Response” was, and then I’ll conclude with my closing thoughts:

                                      “It’s all in jest, a little comedy in the midst of all the tragedy and suffering around the world today. When people are offended by something intended to be a comedic approach to life, they miss the whole underlying point of the message, and it’s a message that can be interpreted in many ways. If you don’t understand it, that’s OK, but you must understand that it is not my intent to ridicule or do harm to others.

                                      The problems that we ALL have in ALL of our various societies is because of the differences people have with one another based on their particular religious beliefs. I do not apologize for comedy, nor should anyone else. If I was preaching from a pulpit in some church and actually said some really evil things about a religious belief of one kind or another, that would obviously be a different thing.  P. S. I’m pretty sure ALL the “Prophets” way back when had to have had a sense of humor, dealing with everything and everyone at the time. People need to lighten up and take a deep breath, and relax”.

                                      In closing, people of whatever “Religious” flavor have had a notion, some for a few thousand years, that THEIR “Religion” is the ONLY “Way” or “Path” to “Eternal Life with God, in Heaven”. This always was and still is, a part of the nature of religions because of competition. It’s always been, “It’s MY WAY, or the Highway, dude, if you don’t follow MY Silver Turtle, you will not get to Heaven”. Through the short, written/known history of our species, religions have been responsible for more torture and deaths of innocent people than any other cause.

                                      Cultural differences and “Who’s on First” as I call it, have also played a role in perpetrating horrendously barbaric acts on others. With “Christianity”, it wasn’t until a few hundred years had passed when it evolved from a Middle-Eastern religion practiced mostly by people darker than “White”, into a white-man’s religion which spread from Rome (white dudes) into Europe (more white dudes), who then forced it via violence throughout the rest of the world, (mostly non-white peoples). Heaven forbid the thought, but guess what folks, Jesus was not a “White” dude. In fact, there’s a good chance that Jesus was black, or at least a mixture of Dark-Brown and Black. You don’t hear the White folks preaching THAT too often do you.

                                      I am not going to further this thought with a dissertation on the rest of the religions except to say that as a species, people are beginning to wake up and recognize that what we did as humans for a few thousand years is done. It’s over. We ate that shitty porridge long enough. So, get over it.

                                      In closing, here are a few thoughts taken from a previous website posting of mine from July 12th, 2019 BEFORE Epstein was either “Clintonized” or whisked off to a Plastic Surgeon in Tel Aviv-Yafo.

                                      It is comforting, and a feeling of gratification that I have lived long enough to not only witness, but feel a small part of this “Great Awakening” portion of our evolution as a species. It has taken decades, with the advent of the age of computers, the internet, and social media, for ordinary people with extraordinary common sense to begin to wake up to this “New Age”, which IS part of the beginning, i.e., “The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius”.

                                      God is NOT dead. News Flash! He just never existed in the first place, and people are waking up and recognizing that. In place of religion, a new sensibility based on Common Sense and our evolutionary awakening as a species is emerging, as people begin watering the flowers on the graves of “Religion” in their own minds and hearts. This new awareness really isn’t new, it’s been there all along. It’s just more enhanced via technology and the ability to “Share”.

                                      Along with mankind’s insanely archaic religiosity, what is dying a slow death is everything related to it; Wars, Human Suffering, and so many other negative attributes that our species has been a slave to for thousands of years.

                                      On one hand, it certainly is pathetic how the so-called modern day “Christians” are reacting to the world around them. How can one not be appalled by the recent FB post wherein a so-called “pastor” said, “Immigrant detention centers are good for kids because they can still have church services”. Or how can a normal human being be OK with, justify, and be a part of, the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people? Look at our U. S. Senate and House of Representatives (our Congress), and see how many of the politicians have Dual-Citizenship with the apartheid government that is currently occupying Palestine. Even the REAL Jewish people are opposed to, and demonstrate against, the so-called State of Israel.

                                      The “Light of Aquarius” has begun to shine brighter and brighter on the malignity with our species that has been there all along, just look at the news. Epstein? He has lived out his usefulness to the Mossad and it won’t surprise me if he conveniently and covertly dies of “Natural Causes”. If the headlines read, “Epstein found hanging in his cell with a baseball bat stuck up his ass”, it won’t be suicide, it’ll be death by “Bubba”. If it REALLY appears to be an unfortunate death due to a “Heart Attack, that will be one of his elite clients hiring a professional “Hit-man”. If he mysteriously disappears, along with his money, he will be living out the remainder of his life in the Zionist’s so-called State of Israel. Speaking of the Middle East? Shit’s going to start happening that the zionists are not going to be happy with.

                                      On the other hand, our species HAS been in the early stages of a great awakening as we evolve. Religions of ALL kinds and types are slowly dying, some religions will take a little longer to become just a footnote in our history as a species, but for sure, we are evolving into a different, more honest and humane species.

                                      One of the first to go? Christianity and especially the evangelical zionist christians. Along with them, hand in hand, we will also see the zionists who will be flushed down the cesspool of mankind.

                                      If you follow the Golden Rule, you will see an amazing transformation take place in your life, as you will no longer be guided by the centuries old, and out-lived, part of our evolution as a species called religion, and your life will be guided by the here-and-now, not by the what-was and what-could-be.

                                      Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                        Our “Emotions” and “Common Sense”, and how they are related

                                         

                                         

                                        Simple, but interesting experience today which was the inspiration for this Meme. A human experience with my emotions, common sense, and true compassion/empathy involved.

                                        I had been babysitting Shelton, a cute little doggie that’s my neighbor Annie’s little dude. It’s been about two months for Shelton and I, sharing my little Casita, and Annie finally returned home yesterday from her extended medical visit to San Diego.

                                        It was a joyous heart-felt reunion for her and Shelton yesterday afternoon, and it was wonderful to watch as Shelton immediately recognized his “Mommy”. That was yesterday. I did have a bit of sad time last night as I went to bed, alone, without Shelton jumping up on the bed to join me as I laid down.

                                        This is where the story gets interesting for me. This morning after I was fully awake, and having breakfast, I reviewed in my mind a few thoughts from last night before I went to bed. Early in the evening yesterday, Shelton somehow was able to get up on top of the wall separating Annie’s Casa from mine, just past the lap-pool. He sat there, directly across from my doorway, staring at me, whimpering a little, and as I closed the door, a few tears welled up, and I decided to send Annie a text message asking if it was okay for me to come over and see Shelton before retiring.

                                        My request, for Shelton’s sake as much as mine was okay, nothing wrong with how I felt at the time when I texted Annie, but, and it’s a BIG BUT! Not more than a minute had passed from my first text request to come see Shelton when the “Common Sense” kicked in. I immediately sent a second text message to Annie telling her that my “Common Sense” had told me that it was NOT a good idea for me to visit Shelton so soon after their reunion after all, and that she AND Shelton needed the time to get reacquainted and accustomed to each other, and that I would welcome seeing him whenever we were out by the main road in the future.

                                        As it ended up, earlier today Annie and Shelton happened to be out by our common wall in front of our two houses and I enjoyed the ten minutes or so of seeing Shelton again. It’s difficult if not impossible to imagine what animals experience emotionally, and I can tell that Shelton was still wondering WTF happened. Now several hours later, and just a few minutes ago, I was out by the road again, and Shelton was peering and whimpering as he looked at me through a small hole at the bottom of Annie’s fence.

                                        Moral of this story? When we have true selfless empathy/compassion, when we can put aside our own feelings and/or needs and truly reflect on the other person’s needs, REAL “Compassion/Empathy” guides us to a righteous, selfless, decision and response. Yes, I felt the sadness and loneliness last night as I went to bed without my little buddy Shelton, BUT (It’s a BIG BUT), it wasn’t about ME and MY feelings, it was about my neighbor coming back home to HER little buddy.

                                        If we can put aside our own feelings and feel TRUE “Compassion/Empathy”, our “Common Sense” WILL respond in every situation. This short story is what inspired my new Meme today. Shelton and I are buddies forever, and he WILL adjust, and of course I have already adjusted (somewhat).

                                        My compassion and empathy are for BOTH Annie AND Shelton. At the same time that I feel the joy in my heart that Annie is home from a difficult medical journey, I also feel that joy for Shelton mixed with compassion and empathy for him because he is suffering the separation from me.

                                        Because he’s not human, it is a difficult situation for him because we have absolutely no clue what goes through their little minds. Because of his whimpering at the fence (again) just now, I do feel a mixed-bag of sadness, compassion/empathy for HIM, which I can best describe as “Bitter/Sweet”.

                                        Do you feel empathetic and compassionate when the neighbor’s dog is accidentally killed by another neighbor backing out of his driveway? If you do, that’s a good sign that you may possess common sense. It’s too bad, but I have known people that didn’t have an ounce of compassion/empathy in just that type of situation, and they also did not have any common sense.

                                        People that cannot feel emotion as simple as compassion and empathy also have no common sense. The apartheid treatment of people all over the world, the innocent men, women, and especially the children that are being slaughtered every day, deserve the rest of us to not only FEEL compassionate and empathic, it is our DUTY to do something about it.

                                        Our government’s leadership has NOT exhibited ANY compassion/empathy for generations, and we, as a supposedly intelligent species, have to do something about it. “Thoughts & Prayers” just does not do it folks. There IS a way! There are solutions! Start by feeling the “Compassion and Empathy”. It WILL empower you with COMMON SENSE!

                                        Once you have “Discovered” your “Common Sense” with regards to what our world is going through today, let’s talk about how we can actually do something to change our world, for GOOD, for PEACE.

                                        Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                        www.itad-nao.com

                                         

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                                          Got a Migraine today, took a pill, didn’t EXACTLY chill

                                          For me, it’s not Rocket Science. I’ve experienced them most of my life. Beginning around the age of six or so, and for a few decades after, you could set a clock around my re-occurring migraines, which on a calendar, occurred every 90 days or so, give or take a day or two. Useless remedy back in the fifties? ASPIRIN. Children’s Aspirin until I was old enough to take the adult version of Aspirin. They did not have the sophisticated “headache/pain” pills like Tylenol and others.

                                          People that have REAL migraines as opposed to folks that THINK and call their non-migraine headaches, migraine headaches, KNOW the following effects of REAL migraines.

                                          First comes the advanced warning that you WILL be getting a migraine within a short period of time, for me? It was a five or ten-minute warning. The warning? You see twinkly star shit, a slight, bothersome five or ten-minute warning, seeing “Stars” in your peripheral vision. Then either at six minutes or eleven minutes in, depending on what I don’t know, your vision is now totally fucked up. Not quite psychedelic, but very fucked up for sure. Fucked up to the point where all you can do is look for a dark place and close your eyes, (after your mother gives you the Baby Aspirin). As an adult it would be suicide/homicide to drive an automobile or a skateboard.

                                          Next effect/condition. For me, especially when I was a child, one whole side of my body, from my head to my toes, numb. Totally numb as if someone had shot me up with heavy doses of Novocaine. Sometimes right side sometimes left side. You could literally draw a line straight down the center of my face, with one side normal, and the numb side numb enough that food or liquid would dribble out of that side of my mouth, and my speech would be so altered I had a difficult time dealing with people that didn’t understand a word I was saying.

                                          Third effect? PAIN! You betcha, especially with my childhood migraines. Pain lasting for at least three days, with the numbness, and the “psychedelic” vision also lasting for three or four days as well. These were what I would later, as an adult, call my “Grand Mal Migraines”.

                                          As an adult from around the age 25 on into my forties, the migraine effects began to diminish to two days, then eventually, to one day (24 hours). When I was in my early twenties, I was seeing a great doctor, the first one to truly explain what was causing my migraines, that was the good news at the time, the bad news was that Dr. Sachs had said there was no known cure. Funny story, his last name being “Sachs” and my last name being “Saxe” our names were pronounced in the same way as the “e” in my last name was silent.

                                          Anyway, it was a kick to be sitting in the waiting area of Dr. Sachs’s office, usually with at least eight to ten patients waiting to see him, and when the nurse came out and said, Mr. Saxe, Dr. Sachs will see you now, hahahaha. Everyone in the waiting room ALWAYS looked at me, and possibly thought, “That young man must be his son or nephew, and it’s wonderful to see that he’s not being given any preferential treatment, he’s had to wait just like the rest of us”. Hahahaha. I always got a kick out of the way that people looked at me when the nurse called my name.

                                          The medical explanation from Dr. Sachs that for me still stands true to this day, is that at least in my case, (possibly true for most folks that experience the same types of effects), the really tiny blood vessels called Capillaries that surround the Optic Nerve Cluster, are gorged with blood, thus putting abnormal pressure on the optic nerve as it leaves the back of the eyeball going to that portion of the brain that decodes the “Vision/Optical” transmission of gobbly-gook. That distortion, although you are able to distinguish “light” from “dark”, renders you blind as a bat.  

                                          So anyway, getting back to my life-long history of TRUE Migraines. By the time I was in my mid-forties up until my mid-fifties, my migraines had diminished to maybe twice a year, and by then, pharmaceutical advances had been discovered (and are still being researched and developed today). My migraines had also diminished in strength, with the exception that my Grand Mal Migraines, the ones with the full-blown attributes as I earlier mentioned, still hit me at least once a year.

                                          Then in my late fifties, early sixties, it’s as if I had touched the garment of Jesus. My migraines slowly disappeared, maybe one bad one every two years, and a light migraine once a year. Now in my early seventies (72 just two weeks ago), I  have been able to look back and think, “Wow, my migraines have dropped off to just the average type, and those only occur every two or three years”. I haven’t had one of my Grand Mal Migraines in years.

                                          Which brings me to the conclusion of my story. Today, I got the advanced warning like I used to get decades ago, and I knew that I had to go search for my prescription migraine pills, which by the way, were probably fifteen years old or older.

                                          I knew that THIS pending migraine just might BE one of my Grand Mal Migraines, which I had not had for at least twenty years. Fortunately, I had located that pill bottle before my vision totally went to crap, but you can imagine, this pill bottle was so old, all the printed information was gone……except for part of the word, “M  ra i ne” . Aha! I’ve found my migraine pills.

                                          I opened the bottle (now seven hours ago), and in it was a piece of a pill, and a whole pill. I quickly swallowed the whole pill with a couple of gulps of my wonderful French-Pressed Coffee that I had just made this morning…..made from freshly ground Gourmet Coffee Beans. I was hoping that this last surviving twenty-year-old pill still had enough pharmaceutical strength to ease what I was expecting, one of my Grand Mal Migraines.

                                          I still had enough eyesight to see colors, and I know it wasn’t one of those “Blue” pills, (which I had tried just for kicks twenty years ago). The pill that I swallowed was white. I really don’t know what I took. Wither it was my last migraine pill that had somehow chemically altered due to age, the Blue pills competitor, which I ALSO had tried just for kicks twenty years ago (not that I needed it) or some other old prescription for pain, constipation, or whatever, that had chemically altered due to age, what I can tell you is that I had a rock-solid boner for three hours. “Spanking the Monkey”, twice, didn’t help the situation.

                                          Moral of story? Throw out all your old meds. End of story. Anyone reading this that KNOW their “Migraines” are the real deal? Just curious if folks have experienced the same migraine effects as I have. Eight hours later, my migraine ended up being a mild one, and at 72-years-young, I DID enjoy the “Pill” (even though I REALLY didn’t need it, hahahahaha).

                                          P. S. My vision came back about thirty minutes into my mild migraine in good enough condition to write this little essay today. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

                                          Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                          www.itad-nao.com

                                           

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                                            Shelton craps outside, I get “Beamed” up, take a ride, and come back with X-Ray Vision

                                            Before reading this, I suggest that you first read, “Shelton takes a Crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO”, which now is Part One of a two-part story. Find it here at this link:

                                            https://tcsblog.net/2020/08/shelton-takes-a-crap-outside-and-i-see-a-ufo/ 

                                            Part Two of, “Shelton takes a Crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO”

                                            Wouldn’t it have been awesome that night if that UFO had “Beamed” me up, took me for a spin around a galaxy or two, hooked me up to a really cool “Virtual Reality” machine that not only entertained me with videos of how the Pyramids in Egypt were REALLY  built, and by whom, but also included another segment of my time on the machine having real live, face-to-face discussions with my Mother, Elvis, JFK, Martin, Bobby, and Marilyn, in that order, saving Marilyn for last, ending with the greatest orgasm I’ve ever felt.

                                            Beamed back down to my back-yard, I quickly discover that the other reason those dudes on the space-craft hooked me up to that weird “Virtual Reality” machine, was to somehow, give me a cluster of your basic Super-Powers, (I still don’t know how it was done).

                                            I feel like Superman! I can see through solid matter when I take off my sunglasses, I no longer have to use a jack when changing a tire, I can run effortlessly at an extremely high rate of speed, and I’m impervious to things like land mines, bullets, knives, fire, etcetera. Oh, and I almost forgot, I also, incredibly, have the power to heal/cure people afflicted with deadly diseases, with a slight touch, or when someone touches me, AND, I can FLY! Los Angeles to Paris in fifteen minutes.

                                            Now for those just tuning in, I am NOT the second coming of Jesus Christ, and I never claimed to be, and I’m not some other imagined cartoon figure (figment of imagination and fear), after all, this IS the Age of Aquarius that we are slowly entering, it just took all of MY 72 years and then some, to cross over t6he threshold from the Age of Pisces to the Aquarium Age (miss-spelled purposely for a little comic relief).

                                            Within weeks of “Beaming” back down from Izzy’s spacecraft, the entire world is aware of who I am, and my new “Super-Power Skill-Set”. I am flying here and there, preaching, and healing, telling crowds sometimes numbering in the hundreds of thousands, the incredible story of how I first saw the UFO and watched as Shelton took a Crap outside, instead of inside my Casa on my beautiful Oriental Area Rug that night before my 72nd birthday,  .

                                            But wait! There’s more! Guess what! I’m not the only Super-Hero! Within six months of my incredible journey to a few galaxies, and what seemed like only a few minutes on that incredible “Virtual Reality” machine, eleven more people have been beamed up, and back down, six women and five men, all with exactly the same “Powers” as mine. We are spread all over the world, mostly in third-world countries, “Preaching and Healing”. Four of us are individually assigned to the four major capitols of  world finance and government, Washington D.C., London, Moscow, and Beijing, with the assignment of eliminating the age old “Master/Slave” forms of governance that had plagued humans for thousands of years.

                                            In each “Sermon” that we give, we are telling the congregated masses of people that we are NOT Gods, that we ARE the initial seeds of the coming fruit of the newly-birthed Age of Aquarius…..and in comparison, Pisces was the “Age of Religions and War” (funny how those two go together), and Aquarius is the age of “Peace and Mind-Blowing Technology”.

                                            Radical changes in our species’ evolution begin to take place. A new planetary system of governance is created within the first year since I was beamed up and taken for a spin. Unlike any prior systems, like socialism, democracy, and other failed systems, this new system of governance is what we call “People-Powered Planetary Guidance System”, (PPPGS).

                                            No longer any need for things like “Borders” and “Border Walls”. Institutions like the United Nations are no longer necessary. “Money” as we previously knew it, is no longer required, as a simple system of “Sharing” replaces having to “Pay” for services rendered, or for “Stuff”, as George Carlin famously said in one of his stand-up routines.

                                            The “Military/Industrial Complex” that Eisenhower warned the people about is now a thing of the past, written about in our history books for future generations to understand the ancient and barbaric nature that mankind had possessed for thousands of years.

                                            Factories that once manufactured weapons and equipment used in warfare now are producing products that are making life easier for all humans. Did I mention yet that within that first year of this revolutionary and evolutionary change for mankind, we totally eliminated famines and death by starvation, and we eliminated poverty throughout the planet. We totally eliminated the need for and use of carbon-based “fossil” fuels….and with that, we totally eliminated pollution, throughout the planet. As a species, lifespans increased dramatically as medical technologies/inventions totally eliminated major diseases like Cancers, Racism, and mental illness.

                                            Another part of the Age of Aquarius, is the explosion of new technology, (Google the Age of Aquarius sometime). Looking forward just two short years, thanks to the knowledge given to the original 12 “Disciples” by Izzy and his crew, mankind begins to travel to the far reaches of the universe, “Traveling Where No Man Has Gone Before” (think “Star Trek”).

                                            This brings me to a concluding thought that although this might be material for a great screenplay and movie, the fact is that as a species, we CAN achieve amazing things if we just put our thoughts and hearts into it. Read my essay titled “Swords into Plowshares.

                                            You can find parts of this posting, as my “About” section on my new website,

                                             www.swordsintoplowshares.net

                                            Start making phrases like “Think Outside the Box” and “Where There’s a Will…There’s a Way”, etcetera, a part of your daily life, and most importantly, learn and live by one simple, guiding rule. What rule? The Golden Rule. End of “Part Two”.

                                            Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                              “Hey Georgie, I know where you can stick that finger of yours”

                                              Some of us are old enough to remember a TV series called, “Ripley’s Believe It or Not! To all the Sheeple that read this post and hopefully watch the video, you have a right to either believe what many of us already believe to be the truth…..Or not.

                                              9-11, the TRUTH…..When will people not only accept the TRUTH, but actually DO something about it?

                                              Over the years since that tragic day in September of 2001, we ALL have evolved with regards to that day. Our methods of communication have evolved, especially with the ongoing evolution of technology and “Social Media”.

                                              As this evolution has been taking place, more and more we began to share, and see the REAL TRUTH presenting itself to us. We see so many people writing about the truth, blogging, podcasting, using every social media platform there is, only because the Main Stream Media (MSM) is locked arm-in-arm with the guilty (Evil Doers, as Bush said about the innocent).

                                              Many of you know that I have been preaching on a phrase of mine, preaching on our lack of action in spite of all our good efforts to spread the truth, with ALL we do and say regarding the truth, we STILL, are ALL, “Like a Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, because no matter how loud we scream, no matter how many millions of “followers” we might have with our newsletters, podcasts or websites, it is ALL an exercise in futility if we don’t take action, “We are “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

                                              During the events of 9-11 and immediately after, AND continuing on for many years, ALL of us were sure that what happened that day, AND what the Main Stream Media was presenting to us, was the truth…..that a bunch of radical Saudi Muslims with box-cutters had hijacked four airplanes and perpetuated the event, led by that bearded dude Osama bin Laden, hiding in his cave in Afghanistan.

                                              All of us, the entire world, bought into that scenario, “Hook, Line, and Sinker”. That event, 9-11, and the information that came forward immediately thereafter propagated not only by all the MSM, but spelled out in great detail by our governments was supposed to be the truth, right? Here in the USA, George Walker Bush, the 43rd President of the United States, the most powerful man on the planet had us all convinced that this was an evil, radical, group of Muslims that were guilty. He called them “Evil Doers”.

                                              HE LIED TO THE AMERICAN PUBLIC AND THE REST OF THE WORLD FOLKS! His Vice President Dick Cheney lied, Bush’s cabinet lied, hundreds of people involved with them including the media lied, and THAT is what threw the United States and our Western allies into the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the rest of the Middle East.

                                              This video that you are about to watch, is not only the best compilation of the REAL TRUTH to date since 9-11, it deserves to be widely, virally, watched, shared, and it should be the catalyst for action, for ALL of us.

                                              What can we do, what kind of “Action” are you suggesting, you might ask? I think it’s time for ALL of us, ALL people that care, regardless of whatever other causes you support and march/protest for, let’s really ORGANIZE a world-wide movement to not just protest, but to put our thoughts and minds into ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING!

                                              We know who the criminals are who conducted what we have known for years was a FALSE-FLAG OPERATION TO GET US INTO THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST, and they are laughing at us right now. There can be no doubt about it folks, the TRUTH, is right there, in your face. All I can say at this point to the guilty, JUSTICE IS COMING!!

                                              My suggestion? ORGANISE! Organize a PATRIOTS MILITIA by combining all militias into one single force to ENFORCE THE LAWS that the perpetrators have broken. What the guilty have done, are CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY!

                                              All other offenses against humanity should take a back seat to the 9-11 atrocities, and the almost twenty years of wars/atrocities since September 11, 2001.

                                              My idea of a combined PATRIOTS MILITIA should include every living, breathing person on this planet that is healthy and physically capable of taking part in the arrest, prosecution, conviction, and punishment, of every single person that took part in the 9-11 False-Flag operation and the dissemination of the lies/cover-up that followed.

                                              That means every “Active-Duty” Military, every Veteran, every Law Enforcement “Cop”, Butchers, Bakers and Candle-Stick Makers, Men and Women, Grandpas and Grandmas, out of work Bar Tenders and Strawberry Pickers…..EVERYONE SHOULD ORGANIZE AND MOBILIZE!

                                              We know who the people are that committed all these CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. LET’S DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I Put this out there on social media not really expecting much to happen, because as a species, we all have become so complacent and docile. I do have this sliver of hope that people will drop whatever cause they are fighting for, whatever they are marching and protesting for, and realize that THIS IS, AND SHOULD BE, FIRST AND FOREMOST, OUR PRIMARY CAUSE. Once we have acted on THIS CAUSE, everything else will be resolved to conclusions that WILL BE positive, and satisfying to all humanity.

                                              If those who ARE awakened already to the TRUTH, in ALL its various iterations, fail to heed this call to ACTION, then you are no better than the Sheeple. Put aside ALL your differences, wither they be religious, ethnic, racial, political, and otherwise. LET’S ORGANIZE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NOW!

                                              If you are a current Militia member, contact me, if you are on Active Duty, contact me, if you are a Veteran, contact me, if you are in Law Enforcement contact me, or if you are a Butcher, Baker, Candle-Stick Maker, Grandpa, Grandma, out of work Bar-Tender, Strawberry-Picker, or whatever, and you ARE amongst the informed and awakened, and not a sheeple, and you want to actually do something, contact me.

                                              The time for action is now, not later. Humanity deserves action, not words. Let’s really move into a new age, an age of peace for all mankind. I rest my case.

                                              If you are seriously encouraged to participate, contact me by commenting to this post with your contact information, preferably your email address. I will then initiate further contact via email, and we can continue the communication on Skype, Zoom, or a similar platform. 

                                              Thank you, and thanks for the inspiration Jesse Friebolin.

                                              Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                              www.itad-nao.com

                                               

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                                                Shelton takes a crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO

                                                From my farcecrap posting: It’s now a little after Midnight. This story is TRUE, and it happened last night. The reason that I’ve used a photo of a dog that happens to be a mirror image of Shelton (a Sheltie), is because I think more people will be interested in actually going to my website (by “Clicking” on the photo) because it’s a cute little doggie photo. Right?

                                                Friday the 31st of July, 2020, early evening, about 7:50 PM. The full moon is south of me, to my left from where I’m sitting facing the beach, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. I’m outside with Shelton, a West Highland Terrier that I have been babysitting for about a month. I have a favorite spot where I sit, to give Shelton his freedom several time a day (or try to convince him) to take a crap outside instead of in the Casita on the beautiful Oriental Area Rug in my living room.

                                                So, as Shelton is roaming about tonight, chasing one dude on a small motorcycle, lifting a rear leg on the neighbors left-front tire, sniffing the ground as he walks around, like all dogs do, I’m sitting there smoking my cigar, having a beer, looking north towards Rosarito Beach when I begin staring at two red lights SLOWLY traveling south along the coastline. Not just one light, but with my poor eyesight, it appeared to be several lights on each object. Not over the ocean, but just sort of following along the shoreline, perhaps a hundred yards in from the ocean.

                                                To me, at first, the two dark objects with the red lights could have been airplanes, but as they got closer to me, I recognized that they were moving way too slow to be airplanes. Of the two objects, one object was much larger, and was ahead of the other smaller object. Then all of a sudden, the larger object just stopped, like stopped on a dime, as if to wait for the smaller object to catch up. Hovering? I don’t know, those small radio-operated helicopter- type drones that people have can hover, but not a hover that is completely motionless, with no wind/breeze-caused drift of its hovering.

                                                This larger object began to move again, slowly, as the smaller object was catching up. Then I thought, balloons? Nope. Balloons don’t stop on a dime, and whatever wind or breeze is up there, if it was two balloons, there would have been some kind of movement caused by the wind or a slight breeze. When the two objects starting getting closer, the lights went out, but there was still enough daylight left to clearly see the objects, which appeared to be dark, possibly black in color, moving. I don’t have good eyesight as I did when I was younger, so I still could not quite make out the shapes of the two objects or the actual number of red lights on each object.

                                                As the larger object got closer, it’s like my field of view made me think that it was also descending a little, still moving very slow for anything that I could imagine. Then, WOW! MAJOR GOOSEBUMP TIME! The larger object was almost directly overhead, from my vantage-point, and all of a sudden, the entire object began glowing, brightly, with a whiteish-pinkish-yellowish hard to describe color. This eerie glow came on as if pulling the string on a bare lightbulb in your basement. It gave me chills.

                                                When this eerie bright light-glow came on, it had come to a complete dead stop again, almost directly over me, and the glow was not so bright that I could not look directly at the craft. It was like the glow was bright, but also dim enough for me to continue to stare at it, almost like a light-bulb that is on, but not so bright that you can’t stare at it. That’s what was eerie about this object’s glow. AS I STARED AT IT, I COULD CLEARLY SEE A PERFECT, ROUND DISC-LIKE CIRCULAR SHAPED THING IN THE SKY. My best estimate was that it was only a few thousand feet above me at that time. It was kind of hard to tell how high it really was, and how large it was. To me, it appeared to be a very large object if it was only a few thousand feet above me. Size? If I was somewhat correct on the altitude of the object, I would guess it was at least a three or four hundred feet or so in diameter. Picture that in your mind, that’s the length of a Football Field.

                                                The “Glow” of the larger object snapped off in about a minute or so, and began slowly moving again, There still  was enough light of dusk to see the blackness of the larger object, “hole in the sky” black, no “Running Lights”. 

                                                I yelled out to Arthur, Molly, and I’m guessing it was Nicole and Garrett, whom they were talking to, “Hey! Come out here! Look at this! They didn’t hear me, and by now the two objects were slowly moving across the sky south of me, disappearing out of sight past the top of a hill, heading towards Ensenada. I was so fixated on the larger object, I can’t remember for sure if the smaller object was still glowing, or if it was back to a red “navigation” light.

                                                I’m 71-years-young, and I can say in all confidence and sincerity that I DO know the difference between airplanes, helicopters, drones, weather balloons, kites, and a couple of witches on their brooms. What I saw tonight was otherworldly for sure.

                                                Twice tonight, Shelton and I have been compelled to go back outside and stare at the sky. I’ve always been intrigued and entertained by all the UFO stories, going all the way back to the first public discussions of the Roswell Incident. I became a real believer tonight.

                                                P.S. This experience tonight was not cannabis inspired. I didn’t load and light up my bong until AFTER I wrote about it. Here’s an additional thought after getting slightly stoned: Putting it in a different perspective, if the larger craft was a few miles in altitude, the craft that I saw tonight would be three or four thousand feet in diameter instead of three hundred feet.

                                                P.S.S. Final afterthought: The objects were moving so frikin’ slow! To give you an idea of how slow, when I first looked at the two objects as I was looking north towards Rosarito Beach, they were approximately 20 degrees above the horizon, and my last glimpse as they were heading over the hills towards Ensenada, about five minutes had gone by. Certainly enough time for me to run is the Casita and grab my cellphone. I was just too mesmerised, startled at what I was witnessing.

                                                Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                www.itad-nao.com

                                                 

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                                                  SURPRISE!!!

                                                  If I could write a book called, INSPIRATION, I swear it would be a collection of all the times that I have experienced weirdness, in what, where, why, or how I was inspired to write something. For an example, tonight, well, really today as it’s 4:30 in the morning as I begin to write this story. No biggie. I often have been so inspired that I write all night long, many times until the Sun comes up.

                                                  Earlier this morning, around 3:30 AM, I was awakened from a dream and my mind kept churning the dream until it began to form a story in my head. When this happens (as it does quite often), I get up, put my clothes on, make coffee, grab my Samsung notepad, and start writing.

                                                  Overactive Pineal Gland involved here again, thanks to my third stroke that I experienced in July of 2015. So, the dream. I’ll be 72-years-young in a few more days, and that may have been the basis for my dream. In my dream, my birthday was being celebrated in the form of a really big “Surprise Birthday Party”, planned and executed by my two adult children, Tommy and Tara. Everyone dear to my heart was there, my buddy Phil, my kids and my Grandson Owen obviously, Arthur and Molly, and about twelve other friends and family.

                                                  As I was waking up, I began sharing my dream with Shelton, the cute/handsome little doggie that I have been babysitting for about a month now. Everyone talks to their dog, right? In this case, Shelton’s not really MY doggie, but he and I have developed a wonderful relationship.

                                                  I talk to Shelton all the time, as if he was human and understood my every word. Is that strange or what? I know he doesn’t understand a word I say, but it is that part of our relationship that is mutually comforting.

                                                  When we go outside by the wall (it’s the perfect height for me to sit while I watch Shelton as he goes sniffing about). One of the repetitive things that I say to him, thinking/wishing that he will eventually understand what I’m saying, is, “Go pee-pee Shelton, go pee-pee” or “Go poop, Shelton, go poop” which he just might be catching on to, because he hasn’t shit on the carpet in three weeks, and 95% of the time now he takes a crap out behind my car. The other 5% of the time he’s been taking a dump on the walkway that goes past my Casita to the main house.

                                                  Anyway, back to the “Surprise! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ” party dream that started this whole train of thought. So, as I was slowly waking up, realizing that I should probably get up, momentarily at least and go pee, I started thinking to myself, ” Hey! I know what! I’ll plan my own surprise birthday party”. As I began to think about it, as I started to form the thought in my mind, I started to tell Shelton about my idea.

                                                  “First, when the day comes around, (August 1st), I have to distract myself, like maybe take myself to a local bar and have a few drinks. Go to the local bakery and buy Tom a huge Chocolate-Fudge Birthday Cake with really thick Fudge Frosting. Go to the grocery store and get some French Vanilla Ice Cream, and of course some candles. Then come back home, walk in the bathroom, look in the mirror, and yell, SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU OLD FART!”.

                                                  Sounds like a plan. I know in reality that there will be no huge surprise birthday party, except the one in my mind. The kids will call me. They always have on my birthday. I will also get a birthday call from my cousin Marion. She has been calling me on my birthday for decades. In reality, I really can’t expect that my kids would make the four-hour journey, cross the border into Mexico, and surprise me for my birthday. It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. Shelton and I are going to surprise myself on my birthday, as I look in the bathroom mirror and yell, “SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM!!!!

                                                  Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                  www.itad-nao.com

                                                   

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                                                    “Undue or Selfish Expectations”, and do we really understand the simplicity of the Golden Rule?

                                                    We all recognize what we would consider to be “Righteous” or “Due” expectations that we place on each other, like simply expecting to be treated as we wish to be treated, but that’s really not what the “Golden Rule” is all about.

                                                    It’s not about our own expectations from others, in fact, we all need to replace that word “Expectation” with the word “Thankfulness”. Rather than expecting something out of life or from another person or situation, how about we be thankful for what we do have, thankful for our friendships, and thankful that we are able to contribute to another human being’s happiness, safety, and overall well-being….with a simple gesture of generosity, like giving an elderly neighbor a ride to the grocery store, even though we did not need to make the trip ourselves.

                                                    The Golden Rule says, “Treat others how you desire to be treated”, it does NOT say, “Treat others, and then “Expect” that great treatment in return for your wonderful attributes as a human being. If we can apply the Golden Rule in our daily lives, treating others with all the positive things like “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love” WITHOUT expecting anything in return, then we truly have mastered the real principal behind the Golden Rule.

                                                    As soon as we do expect a return on our Golden Rule “Investment” because of our ego/pride and selfishness, we fail the “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love” part of the Golden Rule, and for many that “Expect” something in return, that “Undue Expectation” is sometimes recognized as narcissistic behavior.

                                                    Have you ever been witness to a person that “Gives”, and then wants the whole world to know that he or she “Gave”? I have known a few people that in their act of “Charitable Giving”, they made sure that everyone, in this case, in the church, know just how “charitable” they were. They “Expected” their friends and fellow parishioners to lavish praise upon them for what really was, their selfish and narcissistic “contribution”, and that was an “Undue and Unrighteous Expectation”

                                                    For the most part, an “Undue Expectation” is when our ego and/or selfishness is in control of our feelings and/or our emotions, and we place in our minds, an expectation upon another person or persons, that is unjustified, or has no righteous value to our friendship or relationship.

                                                    Most of the time,  in a personal relationship, the minute you allow your ego and selfishness to take control of an otherwise good relationship, you immediately place obstacles between you and the other person, and it becomes an obstacle that the other person has to overcome in order to bring that relationship back to normal.

                                                    The other person may feel uncomfortable, or feel grief or other emotions like anger, because he or she was not “expecting” you to say or do something that placed them in that uncomfortable situation in the first place. An example of that would be asking the other person for something that really wasn’t necessary at the moment, when in reality, had you been patient and content, the other person may have offered whatever you would have been expecting as an “Undue Expectation”.

                                                    As an example, out of the “kindness of your heart”, you offer an elderly neighbor a ride to the grocery store because you ARE going to the grocery store anyway, and you are aware that the person doesn’t have a car, that public transportation is non-existent, and you have seen your neighbor take a cab before, that’s a wonderful thing, your charitable heart. Then halfway to the store, you ask your neighbor to chip in $5 for gas. That is placing an “Undue Expectation” on your neighbor. We can be thankful that the majority of folks ARE truly compassionate and giving, and in that same situation, would never even entertain the thought of asking for a contribution to their gas tank.

                                                    Maybe your neighbor does not have the extra $5 at that moment, and on the way to the store, they begin to think of what he or she is NOT going to be able to buy at, maybe the neighbor skips buying the eggs and milk, because you selfishly wanted some “Gas Money”. That person immediately feels that burden on their spirit, and the anxiety, perhaps sadness, perhaps even disgust or anger as that neighbor hands you that $5 dollar bill?

                                                    Had you, the “Kind and Compassionate” neighbor offering the ride, kept your big mouth shut, perhaps you would have heard that elderly neighbor Sally say as you dropped her and her groceries off at her home, “I really appreciate your kindness in letting me ride with you to the store Alice, and although I don’t have any money left after getting groceries today, please allow me to give you $10 for gas when my Social Security check comes next week”.

                                                    Another example of how we place undue expectations on others is when you proudly pick up the check without hesitation, paying for dinner with a friend, (showing your friend your magnificent unselfishness in a display of financial confidence and well-being), but in your mind you really expect your friend to pick up the “tab” the next time you go out for dinner, so you say, “I got this one Fred, I’ll let you get the next one”.

                                                    Again, try NOT expecting anything in return. If you ARE confident about your ability to pay, and you have confidence in yourself, you CAN be a “Giving” person, a person that can give WITHOUT expectation of a return for your wonderful display of  “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love”  The simplicity and real meaning of the Golden Rule.

                                                    What it boils down to, is achieving that level of selflessness without expecting anything in return. I have known just a few people in my life that have mastered the Golden Rule, and I am still working on it in my own life.

                                                    Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                      Slavery, a business versus Racism after Slavery was abolished

                                                      Since the very beginning of our species’ journey through our evolutionary process on this planet, wither you believe we were created by a supremely mysterious being (God), seeded here by beings from another galaxy, far, far away, or we are simply just a smudge in a giant Petri Dish, we have always looked upon our “differences” in a manner that could be construed as inherently and naturally, “Racist”. But that is not exactly a given.

                                                      When the various cultures and societies began to take shape, differences such as color of skin, shape and color of our eyes, languages, etcetera, were first looked upon with surprise or shock. Imagine the first time Neanderthals and Homo Sapiens happen to run into each other while chasing a Mastodon, as a result of one or the other doing a “Lewis & Clark”, exploring outside their normal boundaries.

                                                      First came the big “Surprise” as the two groups looked at each other. My guess is that it was the newer version of human that did the “exploring” and discovered the older version. Next came the “Dominance”, with the newer version, the explorers, having evolved with the invention of more sophisticated weapons, i.e., crude versions of “Spears and knives”” against “Sticks & Stones”. Guess who won THAT fight. Sophistication overcame brute strength, and the less sophisticated, the dudes throwing stones were eventually wiped out, while the lucky survivors of the lesser version of human, were guess what? Enslaved.

                                                      Following that trend in our evolutionary journey, that story continued to repeat itself. Separated by vast oceans and land mass, many different cultures/societies emerged. The Greek, Mayan, Incas, Egyptian, Oriental, what we call, Caucasians (Europeans), and others evolved. Some evolved slower, some evolved faster. Imagine if the Mayan, Egyptian, or some other ethnic group would have had the ability to travel to “Europe” as it is now called, and traveled there, let’s say, to what we now call “Ireland”, doing so with, at that time, superior weaponry. Guess who would have enslaved who.

                                                      As the various ethnic cultures evolved, modes of travel became more and more sophisticated, and the weapons became more and more sophisticated, AND more efficient, i.e., deadlier.

                                                      As some cultures were becoming extinct, and Caucasians/Europeans began to advance from hunter/gatherer to become the domineering cultures, they began to travel across the vast oceans and land masses, and discovered new lands with “different”, less evolved versions of our species.

                                                      Many of these less sophisticated cultures/peoples were vastly different in appearance, with black or other colored skin, different facial structures, AND different belief structures, like the early “White European Christians” with their advanced weapons and brutal man-made religion, discovering a race of people with black skin and flared nostrils in what we call Africa.

                                                      No longer “Surprise” as an initial response, “Domination” was the name of the game. Guess who dominated who, and who became the “Enslaved”? That was the first “Racial” divide. Not really today’s modern version of racism, but a view of less superior versus superiority. The dominated and enslaved were viewed as property, i.e., animals, like cattle, to labor as such.

                                                      For sure the domineering more advanced cultures looked upon the lesser dominated cultures as no more than goats or cattle, able to pull a plow, work the fields. That was “Slavery” in its early stages. Still, no real racism. How can a “Knight in Shining Armor” be a “Racist” when all he is doing is directing his “Cattle/Slaves” to do his bidding. They were less than human to him because they had different colored skin, and muscular physiques.

                                                      For sure having dominion over a people that was “different” was wrong, but it WAS an integral part of our evolution as a species. The words “Racism” or “Racist” did not appear until slavery itself was acknowledged and abolished.

                                                      Although we still experience the existence of slavery in many parts of the world today, it is not “Racism” in the true sense of the word. It still is one culture or ethnic group dominating and enslaving another because the “Slave Masters” look upon slavery as an enterprise, a business, regardless of the differences in skin color. Different skin color, or different religious practices ARE a part of it, but today it’s mostly a business model and application of that dominance factor.

                                                      The modern-day Slave-Masters know that their slaves are human beings, they just don’t give a shit, as they look upon slavery as a business, and their slaves, although recognized as humans, is considered as property none the less.

                                                      Racism evolved AFTER freedom from slavery, especially in western cultures like in the USA. Since the early days of “Freedom” and the abolishment of slavery, racism has evolved along with everything else.

                                                      In the early stages of freedom from slavery, especially here in the United States, the former slaves and a few generations after, looked upon themselves as a people who indeed were grateful for their freedom, yet still living that newly given freedom as just a notch above slavery, as they worked the fields of cotton for meager pay, owing their “Employer” and the “Company Store” more than they earned, in effect, still slaves to their Slave Master.

                                                      The evolution of that freedom eventually saw the emerging opportunities for advanced education for the once enslaved, and through that, the escape from the “Cotton Field” plantation life to successful careers as doctors, lawyers, scientists, business owners, and every other career that once was available only to non-colored people.

                                                      Google Sarah Boone and what she invented, search for Garrett Morgan and his inventions, how can we forget George Washington Carver? These are just a few people of “Color” that invented items that are commonplace items today, and had slavery not been abolished, they certainly would not have had the educational opportunities nor would they have invented and patented their discoveries.

                                                      Today, thanks to “Freedom”, we even have a few billionaires who are people of color other than “White”. Sadly, racism and bigotry are just as prevalent today if not more……more than it was a hundred years ago.  Also, sadly, that racism and bigotry that originally emerged out of that early “Freedom” has evolved into a two-way unrelenting part of our culture. A segment in our society where “Whites” hate all non-whites, and “Blacks” who hate all non-black.

                                                      The dangerous facet of racism today is the rising two-sided militarism, with the white supremacist groups, most of which have been there all along, just deadlier with more sophistication, and the so-called “Black Militants”, much more sophisticated than the Black Panthers of the late 60’s.

                                                      How about some good news? “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”. Along with the evolution of the “Bad and the Ugly”, the “Good” has evolved as well. Thanks to evolving technologies related to how we communicate, such as on-line social networking platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and others, a unique and unprecedented “Awakening” has been occurring for the past sixteen years or so., more so in the last six to seven years.

                                                      With the evolving sophistication of the various social-networking platforms, has come the ability for people to reach across the globe to even the remotest of locations. Along with the ability to communicate instantly with someone in a distant, previously unreachable land and culture, the unprecedented opportunity for people to gain real knowledge, and real truth has emerged.

                                                      Not only are we able to access and share Information about subjects that matter to us on a personal level, like how to give your neighbor’s Pitbull a vasectomy, but we are also sharing knowledge and truth of an extremely vital nature, information/warnings of that which can either doom our planet and species, OR save us.

                                                      Which brings me to my concluding thought. Personally, I don’t care about the color of your skin, the shape of your face, your sex, or any other attribute that may or may not instill a racist or bigoted attitude and response from other people. What I DO care about is what is in your heart. How you treat your fellow human being is what makes a difference in your life, and the lives of others that you come in contact with.

                                                      Regardless of your skin color, your religious beliefs, your political affiliation, the language you speak, or ANYTHING else that makes you, you, as a human being,  if you cannot say that you truly follow the “Golden Rule”, we need to communicate one-on-one, as I have a very strong, heart-felt desire to share my thoughts with you, experienced-based thoughts that I believe can make a positive change in your life, a wonderful change that in turn, will instill in you, a burning desire to share with others who also need to hear the message, “Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you”.

                                                      To my existing friends, future friends, Brothers and Sisters all, it’s not about our differences. It’s not about the color of our skin, it’s not about our various religious beliefs, it’s not about our political beliefs, it’s also not about the size or type of our weapons. It IS all about how we treat each other. It’s wither you can say to ANYONE, “I love you as I wish to be loved, and I will do anything within my power to help you, to care for you, and to treat you as I desire to be treated”. Once that message is embedded in your heart, you WILL be at peace with yourself, and with your fellow human beings for the rest of your life.

                                                      We CAN abolish racism and bigotry throughout our wonderful planet, and in doing so, we WILL eliminate WARS, as we eliminate the need for wars. Love and Optimism will prevail.

                                                      Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                        The BEST “Wise Guy” Interview, EVER

                                                        I normally don’t post interviews like this on my website, but this dude “djvlad” knows the secret to conducting a GREAT interview. Watch this video and let me know what YOU think that secret is, and find out what it really is at the end of this post.

                                                        Here’s the “Comment” that I wrote on this dude’s comment section for the video: Absolutely the BEST “Wise Guy” interview, EVER. I am glad that I had previously subscribed to your channel. I’m going to post this video on my website, tcs “blog” “dot” “net”. Also posting this on all my farcecrap pages and groups.

                                                        P. S. djvlad, you truly are an amazing interviewer. 99% of the people out there that conduct interviews have absolutely no clue what the secret is to conducting a great interview. You sir, are part of that 1% that DO possess the secret. Ask me what that secret is sometime.

                                                        P. S. S. Russo has a great set of “Choppers” by the way, but with his money, I’m sure they are permanent implants, not dentures.

                                                        The secret to conducting a GREAT interview? LISTEN! and don’t interrupt your guest, period.

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                                                        Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                          My Baby-Brother Johnny

                                                          My brother Johnny and I were as close as brothers could possibly be, up until they buried our Mother that is. Let me explain. I was fifteen, and Johnny was six years old when Mom died. I have always said that at the time of her death, Johnny was young enough, that although her death did have an effect on him, he was young enough to just not quite understand it all emotionally or mentally for that matter, i.e., it went completely over his head, so to speak. Johnny’s issues that he had to deal with, and cope with, had absolutely nothing to do with our mother’s tragic death and everything to do with growing up with a lunatic for a father, although he did say that he missed our mom and felt that her death DID contribute to his overall personage/personality.

                                                          For myself it was a radically almost insane departure compared to Johnny’s coping mechanisms, because at just a few months past my fifteenth birthday, I WAS old enough to fully comprehend, but NOT old enough to cope, at all. I think anyone at that age would have suffered in the same way that I did, a suffering that stayed with me for a very long time.

                                                          We shared the same Mother, but we had different fathers. Mom had divorced my father when I was three and she married Johnny’s father, my step-father, when I was four. Eight years later she gave birth to my “Baby Brother”. I loved that little dude, however, it was a real “Love/Hate” relationship about the time he turned four, because he enjoyed watching me get a whipping, and he was always making shit up, “Tommy hit me Daddy”.

                                                          I never EVER touched a hair on his little head. Sometimes, something would get broken, like the time he tried to ram his little tricycle thru the back-porch screen door. Who can forget the time he took a shit in the middle of the kitchen? “I swear Dad, that’s NOT my poop”. Guess who got blamed for everything? Me of course. Many broken yardsticks……broken over my ass, (mom threw the “Razor-Strop” in the trash early on when I was about five).

                                                          After the funeral I was living with Ed and Johnny, but that only lasted about a month, as my English teacher, my first class of the day, was the first to notice how badly beaten I was, so she sent me to the Nurse’s office. Besides my dual black eyes, I had huge welts across my back, two cracked ribs, and a fractured left arm. Needless to say, I was escorted home by two deputy county sheriffs to pick up my shit. Luckily for them that Ed was at work. I ended up in three different Foster Homes, until the day after my 17th birthday, the day I stood with about 30 other dudes at the Hennepin  County main courthouse in downtown Minneapolis, raising my right hand, swearing to defend the United States for enemies both foreign and domestic as I joined the U. S. Navy.

                                                          My real father, Harold Saxe, signed the paperwork at the Navy Recruiting Office since I was “under age”, and he died two years later, beaten to death by a few other bums, fighting over some woman is what I eventually was told. Although it was obvious that he was beaten to death, the coroner listed his “official” cause of death as Sclerosis of the Liver, that’s what they did back then and that’s what they still do, if you are just some “John Doe” homeless bum, and the evidence shows that you were murdered, they are NOT going to waste their time investigating your death, period.

                                                          I would later find out that he told the authorities that it was I that was abusing him and he was just defending himself, what a fucking joke. Ed was around six foot three, and I was about 5’10” at that time. Hears a “By the Way”, he lied about how mom was injured, telling the local constable, who was also an Elder at our church, that mom had fallen down the stairs, which were about 25 steps up to the second floor where Johnny’s and my bedroom were.

                                                          A little further with this “By the Way”. Over a period of eleven years, from the time I was four until I was just turning fifteen, Ed had put her in the hospital five different times. Spousal abuse back in the 1950’s was not prosecuted like it is today. He liked to hit mom in the stomach because it was easier to hide the damage as there usually wasn’t much to see as far as physical damage/evidence, unlike a black eye or two, or a bruised and swollen face.

                                                          Two of the times she was hospitalized, there was major internal damage. One time the doctors removed her Spleen, and another time her Gall Bladder. There certainly was damage to other organs as well, just not damaged beyond functionality like her Spleen and Gall Bladder. I wasn’t given the gruesome details for a few years, and it was Aunty Alice that had explained why mom had died at so young an age. She died at Saint Mary’s Hospital, the same hospital where she was born. Johnny and I both were also born there.

                                                          Basically what the doctors had told all my aunts and uncles, was due to the fact that mom had  to have her Spleen and Gall Bladder removed years prior to this last “She fell down the stairs” bullshit, this time a Kidney was badly damaged, but the doctors could not operate or do any more “damage control” because due to the years of abuse, “Her insides had so many issues like massive blood-clotting, that they could not do anything to prevent her from dying. She died on the third day of her hospitalization.

                                                          I remember that night. Johnny and I were staying with our Great-Uncle Jim and Great-Aunty Erma. That third evening we were taken to the hospital to see Mom. It was late, like 10 in the evening, and as soon as Johnny and I walked into Mom’s room, I knew that something was up because EVERYONE was there in the room, aunts and uncles, some older cousins, and out Pastor was there.

                                                          There had to be twenty people crowded in there, assholes to belly-buttons as the saying goes. The room was dark and sort of surreal with only the light above Mom’s bed lit. Everyone else were like shadowy figures, and no one spoke a word. Johnny sat on one side of Mom’s bed, and I sat on the other.

                                                          My vivid Memory of her was a look of peace, almost Angelic. We talked, but the only part of the conversation that I remember, was my asking her, “Mom, when are you coming home?” To which she replied, “I’m going home tonight Tommy”. It would take me a few years to figure that one out. No, she wasn’t giving me false hope, which subconsciously for a few years angered me, she was telling me exactly how it was for her, that she WAS going home, to that magical, mystical, heaven that she believed in.

                                                          My Mother was a sincere, and humble Christian, Sunday School Teacher, and loved by EVERYBODY in our little farming community around Ham Lake. When she was buried at the Glen Cary Lutheran Church cemetery, there had to be two hundred people in attendance. Of course, all my relatives were there, which had to be thirty or forty of them, so I figure the entire community was there to pay their respect. Mom WAS loved, as I said. What happened to Ed, my Step-Father you might ask. His parents ended up committing him to a mental institution for about the fifth time for what they called in those days, “Shock Treatments”, goggle that, it’s just a mild form of electrocution. The parts of the brain they fry, the brain tissue, is destroyed and never re-generate. It’s not wonder he got crazier and crazier over the years.

                                                          Back to the earlier part of the story. That day that I was escorted home to get my “stuff” as I said earlier, Ed was at work. Johnny was at school, so the last time I saw him was breakfast several hours earlier, before school, and we did not see each other again for twenty years. We both had parted company abruptly, and we took different paths. I survived in my own way, and learned how to cope, spending the next few years in three different Foster Homes.

                                                          The amazing part for me which I have described in other essays, is that twenty years after Mom’s death, somehow, someway, overnight, I found forgiveness in my heart for my Step-Father, Edward John Elavsky. For two decades, I had sworn to myself, vowed, that if I ever saw him on the street, I would kill him with my bare hands, (and I had added a couple of inches to my height, and beefed up a bit). I would have torn him apart. He died, drunken and froze to death up in the snow-covered mountains above Lake Elsinore, “Popsicle Ed, Frozen til Dead”.

                                                          BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!! One day I woke up from a deep night’s sleep, and the first thing that popped in my head, and stayed there all day, FORGIVENESS! Go figure!  There IS more to that story, but you will have to just go looking for the rest of that story in one of my previous essays. It’s Ed’s story of how he was tortured by the Nazi’s in WW2 for being a spy behind enemy lines, (actually discovered and captured in Berlin). Too long a story for this post, about a true American Hero, you’ll find it elsewhere on my website.

                                                          Back to Johnny, well, this next part is also about Ed. Twenty years had gone by, and I found Johnny. He was living in Orange County, and I was in Ventura County (California), so we were within driving distance. I drove down one day around lunch time to his apartment in the city of Orange, and we talked, and we talked, AND we talked, for hours, and hours, AND hours, emptying a bottle of Yukon Jack and smoking about three bong-loads. We talked into the evening, thru the night, until the Sun came up the following morning. Of course, we reminisced about our childhood, that’s all we had, other than “What kind of work do you do”…..”What do YOU do for a living, Tommy?” I could share the entire conversation with my readers, but that would take a whole other chapter.

                                                          I started this essay with a description of our very different coping mechanisms, and how we managed to survive other Mother’s horrific life and death, our own horror stories, although at his young age, and me filling in as the ultimate example of a “Scapegoat”, the ending of this brief story IS about Johnny. I’ll make it brief so you, as the reader, can fill in the blanks.

                                                          Although Johnny was pampered and spoiled by his father as a child, he did not escape his own bout with evil. That night when Johnny and I met for the first time in twenty years, fueled, and liberated by a few bong-loads and an entire fifth of Yukon Jack, one of the stories Johnny shared with me in gruesome detail was how he and his dad had been living in their car at some park in Long Beach, when Ed had dropped him off at some friends house, telling him that he would return for him in a few weeks. Johnny was twelve years old at the time.

                                                          The two weeks turned into two months which eventually turned into two years. That’s two years as a captive. “Kid, your dad is not coming back for you. Bob and I bought you. We paid your father $250 for you”. Yes, they were a couple of scumbag pedophiles, sharing my Baby Brother, in every way. He was never allowed out of the house, and there was always one of them home while the other asswipe was out shopping or whatever.

                                                          Johnny told me that he was a few weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday when he finally escaped. No need here to describe how he was able to escape, but I can guarantee you that my brother shared enough of a detailed story to convince me. Use your imagination folks.

                                                          Bottom line for me is not who, what, and why, of the pedophiles, it’s the fact that Johnny had an equally horrific experience compared to our Mother’s life and death, and he survived. Johnny died twenty years ago of a sudden Aortic Aneurysm. Moral of the story, a vast portion of our species has had to deal with terrible, horrific chapters in their life, and for many, the suffering continues.

                                                          Many, like my brother and I, had absolutely no help in trying to cope AND survive. In spite of my own horror story, I was able to cope, and overcome. Without any help, Johnny was able to cope, somewhat. When he died, the Riverside County Coroner told me that along with his obesity, (he weighed 390 pounds), his habitual use of illegal drugs also contributed to his sudden death.

                                                          If you feel like you cannot cope with whatever you are dealing with, reach out for help, because going it alone much of the time, fails. For me? I guess I was just one of the fortunate ones, my grief and anger was so intense, I was blind to those around me that were reaching out to ME. So, if you are able to recognize that you DO need help, reach out to those who already have their hand reaching out for yours.

                                                          P.S. What kind of father would sell his own child to a Pedophile? In Ed’s case, there IS more to his story, and the end of HIS story will partially examine why I was able to forgive him. Look for the answer in other essays that I have published here on my website.

                                                          For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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                                                          Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                            Juilliard or Nashville? And a Bubble-Bath

                                                            It was 1972, after a few years in San Pedro, California, and having studied “Voice” privately with a renowned Vocal Coach/ Voice Teacher, I ended up with a scholarship in “Voice” to Juilliard in New York City.

                                                            On my way to NYC, driving across the states from California, I stopped to visit a few friends in Nashville. My weekend visit turned into a two-year stay, blowing off NYC and the scholarship. The attraction for me was 50% music-related and 50% a beautiful young woman who I worked with at Buckhorn Music on 17th Avenue “Music Row” in Nashville, as it is still called today.

                                                            I was so fortunate at that time, to work for Marijohn Wilkin, the owner of Buckhorn, and known in Nashville as the “Den Mother of Music Row,” Marijohn’s publishing house (literally a house on 17th Avenue), was the very first music publisher for Kris Kristofferson.

                                                            By the time I started working there (as a GO-FER, (go for this, go for that), Kris had already moved on from Buckhorn Music and Marijohn, a few blocks down the street to Monument Records, and started publishing his own music under the name Combine Music.

                                                            Now, I must “pick a small bone” here with Kris or whomever wrote his Wikipedia page. There is no mention of Buckhorn Music or Marijohn in the entire biography, in spite of the fact that she co-wrote some of his earliest, and most famous, money-grubbing songs of all time.

                                                            It was common practice in those days for an owner of a publishing company, in this case, Marijohn Wilkin, to be listed as a co-writer of a song writer’s work, even if a publisher had absolutely nothing to do with writing the song or songs in question. I suspect that this was the case, i.e., that contractually, Kris and Marijohn had an agreement like that, that eliminated her name as co-writer upon her death (or perhaps before) because after her death in 2006, her name was removed from the sheet music and all other references/attribution of “Song Writer” and “Publisher”.

                                                            Makes sense that Kris would take her 50% of the “writers” royalties, AND ALL, 100%, of the “publisher’s” royalties, after some period of time, or for sure after her death. The issue that I have, is that in his Wikipedia article, he coulda/shoulda given some sort of acknowledgement to Marijohn, because she WAS very instrumental in helping him get his start in Nashville, and assisting him in the early stages of his career.

                                                            Here’s a quote from Marijohn’s Wikipedia article: “Johnny Duncan and Ed Bruce were among the many songwriters she helped get a foothold in the music business. Kris Kristofferson was in the army with one of her distant cousins, so he sent some of his work to her at Buckhorn, her publishing company. She became the first to publish his songs, notably “For the good times”. In 1970, it became a massive pop and country hit for Ray Price. Wilkin is credited for the discovery of Kristofferson and being the first person to give him work as a legitimate songwriter”.

                                                            One of my “Go-Fer” jobs at Buckhorn was opening the mail, and going to the bank with the weekly deposits. The song “For the Good Times” by far, was the biggest bread-winner for her as co-writer, and also for Buckhorn Music, which separate from her co-writer monies, received 100% of the monies for being the “Publisher”. I remember the huge checks just for that one song, she made millions of dollars as co-writer AND publisher (there were many other songs of his that she published for Kris as well). Her 57-foot yacht on the Cumberland River was named, FOR THE GOOD TIMES, which I thought was a very clever name for a boat.

                                                            Getting back to that OTHER attraction for me, love, or should I say sex. Our front-end receptionist  at Buckhorn, Sally, was a beautiful young blonde about three or four years older than I. We worked well together, and had a great relationship, which turned sexual after a few months. Maybe she was lonely, or maybe she just enjoyed the companionship of a slightly younger, Hippie-looking dude, like myself.

                                                            Sally’s husband was the Tour-Bus driver for a well-established female Country-Western artist whose last name would be be an “expletive-deleted” if you replaced the first letter of her last name with “F”, so whenever this big star was on tour within a reasonable driving distance of Nashville, Sally’s husband, Andy, was also on tour with her, and away from home.

                                                            One Saturday night while this popular entertainer (and her tour bus + Andy) was in Atlanta at some concert, Sally and I had been out drinking and dancing, and we decided to continue the partyin’ at her home out in Hendersonville, a small town Northeast of Nashville.

                                                            Okay, here’s where the story gets interesting. It wasn’t exactly “Coitus Interruptus”, I call it, “Rubber Ducky Bubble-Bath Interruptus” because we hadn’t quite arrived at the “Coitus” part yet, because we had only been in the Jacuzzi Bathtub filled with puffy mountains of Rose-Scented bubbles, naked, for about ten minutes.

                                                            The master bathroom, with a large Jacuzzi bathtub had a bay window which faced the front of their house and the driveway, which was at least a half mile long, winding road, up hill to the south front of their beautiful ranch-style home on twenty acres.

                                                            All of a sudden, vehicle headlights of what was quite apparent to both of us, was Andy and the tour bus turning off the main road and onto their driveway, heading up the hill. Sally says, “Ohhhhh SHIT! Andy’s home two days early, you better get out of here, quick”.

                                                            Shit! I thought. How would we know that Andy’s employer, the famous entertainer, had a last-minute change of plans, and instead of coming back as scheduled to Nashville, and taking a flight from there, she decided to take a flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles for an appearance on a talk show, (as I found out from Sally a few days later), so, Andy was able to take off from Atlanta two days early, which Sally was unaware of at that moment that we were engaged in a little fore-play with the huge pile of soapy fufu bubbles in the tub when we saw the headlights.

                                                            In a micro-second response, I jumped out of the bathtub, ran through the bedroom, grabbed my shoes, socks, and clothes, put on my fedora, ran through the living room into the kitchen, and ran out the back door into the woods, barefooted.

                                                            Safely out of sight in the woods, I watched the Tanya Tucker Tour Bus, and Andy, pull up to the house as I put on my underwear, pants, shirt, socks and shoes in the woods. Lucky for me, Sally had driven that night, and my van was parked down at the Walk Right Inn where we had been drinking, dancing, and shooting pool earlier that evening.

                                                            Unlucky I guess is that it was late enough, that by time I made my way to the main road, I had to walk two miles back to the bar because there wasn’t any traffic to speak of. One vehicle went zooming by me so fast I don’t think the driver even saw me standing there at 3 o’clock in the morning with my thumb stuck out, trying to hitch a ride.

                                                            Needless to say, that was a close call for me, as Andy, whom I had met a few times, was a big dude in his late thirties, muscle-bound Marlboro-Cowboy type that certainly would have kicked my ass or worse, had he seen me driving down his driveway in my 1967 VW Van painted “American Flag” red white and blue, with a big Peace sign and painted flowers and shit. In other words, Andy knew what my van looked like, and I’m sure he would have at least been curious as to why I was at his house at 2 o’clock in the morning.

                                                            Sally and I had a mutual thing going for another six months, and I just never went to her house again after that close encounter of the worse kind. In retrospect, I sometimes look back and wonder, sure, she was lonely, Andy was always on the road, especially in the Summer, so I can understand why Sally enjoyed my company. I had also wondered at times why she didn’t just go with them on tour. Sally did answer that one time, saying that she was told that there wasn’t room for another woman on the bus, plus she really did enjoy her job at Buckhorn. Makes sense.

                                                            I also wondered but never asked her, if that night that we were in her fufu bubble-filled bathtub, if in some freaky way, she knew that Andy was coming home that night, early morning really, and that she perhaps got off on the excitement and adrenaline rush, seeing the bus turn off the main highway, and me, jumping out of the tub and barely escaping with my clothes and my life.

                                                            Six months later, she quit Buckhorn as she was pregnant and both her and Andy had decided that she was not going to work anymore. I never did see her again, although we did talk once in a while on the phone after she quit. To this day I often wonder who’s sperm was guilty, and who’s kid that little baby girl really was, Andy’s, or mine. I moved back to Los Angeles about six months later, and Sally and I just lost touch with each other. She was fun while it lasted.

                                                            Kristofferson’s song, “For the Good Times”, has always had a special meaning for me, and one that I always do at Karaoke. I have no regrets about blowing off Juilliard. A few years later, I was attending Harbor Junior College, and privately teaching “Voice” to some of the college choir’s fellow students, and years later I was honored to sing the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium. No regrets at all. Besides, I wasn’t too thrilled about Opera, and “Classical” music, which is what I would have studied at Julliard. I had many more experiences while living in Nashville that are interesting, that I will probably add when I add this to my book, “The Dead Armadillo”.

                                                            For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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                                                            Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

                                                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                            www.itad-nao.com

                                                             

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