I understand that the members of Congress have a lot they want to hold onto. Their benefits, their salaries, their family’s futures in education, etc. Every American should have food, shelter, and the ability to live a life of integrity that comes from education and it’s Congress’ responsibility to make sure that’s possible.
I urge you a make decisions that enforce the sharing of the wealth of this country with everyone because many will never have the opportunities for empowerment that the highly educated and financially stable have. All men are created equal only and mostly biologically, but not socially, and because greed is such an insatiable disease, some of the more fortunate must be forced into realization of the truth; that their wealth is not necessary. Many have acquired so much of it that they’ve blinded themselves to reality. That the smallest portion of their reserves could truly help their fellow man, thus strengthening the human population and helping it to survive in harmony which each other and with the planet.
Make the right decision for Americans and the world. Help to distribute the wealth of this country so that everyone has the opportunity to better themselves.
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I’ve just put my money where my mouth is. I closed 3 Wells Fargo banks accounts and put all the money into my local Credit Union. The reason I did this is because I no longer believe in corporate banking. There’s no reason why banks should be allowed to screw the American public by offering loans that they know are bound to be defaulted on. I believe that there are entities in this country that profit from misinformation and deception, and a majority of those entities are associated with banking and government. Removing my money and closing my “bank” accounts is symbolic of expressing to banks and government that I’m dissatisfied with the way things are being run in this country. I believe that my community credit union is a safer and more appropriate way of holding my money in an institution that serves my community, not a board of greedy share-holders.
If you’d like to show your solidarity with this movement, pledge to close your accounts here: http://www.rebuildthedream.com/move-your-money/
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I haven’t been playing out much these days as you may have noticed, however, this coming Tuesday night, Nov. 1, I’ll be doing a nice long set at Coffee Society in the Pruneyard, in Campbell, CA (www.coffeesociety.com/stores.html). The evening starts at 7pm when Rebecca and Gary Parks (our hosts, www.rebeccaparksmusic.com) will kick the evening off with a short set, followed by Hank Van Buren (www.stragglyrs.com, www.autumnandthefallguys.com), and I’ll be wrapping up the evening. Actually, I’ll be rawking, or lulling, depending on my mood. This is a night of only original music, no cover tunes to try and keep ASCAP and BMI from hoarding the cash register.
I would love to see you and I’d love for you to hear me so come out, have a drink and enjoy a relaxing evening at this great coffee shop.
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Setting the Stage:
Mel and I are taking an online Spanish course. I studied Spanish in college and am eager to refresh my skills since I’ve been volunteering at the Red Cross and they’re in need of interpreters, but I’m pretty rusty. Mel has always wanted to learn Spanish but hasn’t taken any classes yet, so I’ve been grilling him to help him get up to speed and learn his vocabulary.
I was on the phone with Mel this morning while he was driving. We started talking about the Spanish course. I asked him if he’d printed out the next lesson and he said, “Yes, and I started looking at it but I’m not sure that I’m ‘getting it.’ I’m having a hard time remembering the vocabulary.” I said, “Wait, back up. You’re in the process of learning the vocabulary. Stop with the self limiting behaviour. I want you to repeat 3 times, ‘Stop self limiting behaviour.'” He repeated 3 times, ‘Stop self limiting behaviour.’ Then he said, “That was weird, I was crossing the intersection and the countdown on the crosswalk sign read number 1 and the light was green when I started and went right thru but the cars that were next to me stopped even tho’ there was plenty of time to cross the intersection.” “It’s not weird”, I replied. “What do you think happened there?” He said he didn’t know what I meant. I asked him, “How was your glass?” “Half full”, he answered as I heard the light switch turn on. “And how was the glass for the other people?” I asked. “Half empty”, he replied.
You see… I had triggered a state of what I call ‘making the universe happen’ as opposed to ‘letting the universe happen to you’ in him right at an opportune moment where the Universe replied back with a statement of current Reality. That statement was that we create our realities. Science has shown that the body has an autonomic nervous system that regulates everything that the body does. Trillions of messages are sent around the body every second helping us digest food, breathe, pump our hearts, etc., etc.; the list goes on. If we had to think about all these things to make them happen, they wouldn’t because it would be overwhelming. Now, think about the brain, the senses, and the amount of processing that goes on with all of the extra sensory input that’s being processed. It’s no wonder that we easily fall into a state of not being aware that we create our realities because there’s just so much stimulus overload. We allow autopilot to happen and when we do, we lose the opportunity to be in the driver’s seat to actively create Reality. Most of the time we’re in passive mode, overwhelmed until a trigger happens like the above story, or we consciously make an effort to be actively awakened to what’s really going on around us and inside of us.
Mel saw a green light and went thru the intersection. The people next to him saw a yellow light and stopped. What colour was the light, really? There was no light. There was an experience that Mel created so that he could teach himself an understanding about his actively creating Reality. What is Reality? Whatever you create and however you perceive it to be.
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This is not mine, but I like it.
1. No Tenure / No Pension. A Congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they are out of office.
2. Congress (past, present &future) participates in Social Security. All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.
3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.
4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.
5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.
6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.
7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen are void effective 1/1/12. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen. Congressmen made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work. If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people then it will only take three days for most people (in the U.S.) to receive the message. Maybe it is time.
THIS IS HOW YOU FIX CONGRESS
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I was a a house, I guesssed I lived there. There was a group of gardeneres there that came to do organic gaarderning there and were getting raeda to leave. I was loking at the eggplant that was ripening and faling right offf the vine. There were reallly big. I walked around to the side of the house or back, not sure and there was an eggplant therethat must’ve wieghed40 lbs. It was provavly 2 feet indaimatere. ONe of the woman was with a new partner. She told us that she hadn’t had sex in since her old partner died. She was very upset. We were telling her that she wholuld let go of the old and trust that the new man coul provide her with the experience that she neeeeded sexually.
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Fragment 1 – Sasquatch was trying to visit his family but he was misunderstood.
Fragment 2 – Two white dogs were in my Mom’s back yard. One seemed like he was my dog but I didn’t recognize him. I think he was a wolf. The other was beyond my understanding.
Fragment 3 – I was with a bunch of guys who were working on various machines. I was trying to fix, tune, or operate a motorcycle that had a flexible computer screen built into the tank. It wouldn’t go to the screen where I needed to make adjustments and I was frustrated that I couldn’t get it the OS go beyond a simple intro part of the flow and there was no one to help me.
Fragment 4 – An airline that was flying to Oregon (possibly Oregon Airlines) was flying a slogan on their plane: “Have you seen Sasquatch lately?”
Fragment 5 – Omri and I are in a very large cabin type home. I get the feeling that we’re in the forest and it’s very late at night. The house is not illuminated well and I’m searching for something and frustrated that I can’t find it and not feeling that comfortable being there. Laura and Noam came in and Noam is at least two years older and communicative. He’s wearing a gold chain with a pendant on it that has characters that I can’t read because he’s put the pendant in his mouth. I also have something in my mouth like a piece of jewelry or something. I ask him what it means and he replies, “It’s a bringer of light.”
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I was in the bedroom that I had as a child in my mother’s house. The room was bare but for a desk against the wall. The floor boards were exposed and had been white washed. My Mom and Brad had drilled holes about 1/2 inch in diameter all over the floor. There must’ve been 100 of them. Then, these holes had larger holes drilled around them about 2 inches in diameter, but not drilled all the way thru the floor. I had also noticed that after the smaller holes were created, they had used something very hot like a poker to singe the holes given then a burned look. But then I noticed that a few of the holes were still glowing hot from the seared wood and I thought they were on the verge of catching fire. I grabbed a hose and started to spray them with water. Brad came in to see what all the commotion was as the room starting filling up with water and then teetering back and forth like the gully of a ship. It didn’t seem like the water was going to stop filling the room and by now was a couple of feet deep, swishing up on the walls as the room rocked from one side to the other. I noticed a door in the wall and realized that it was the only way to get rid of the water. I trudged over to it and opened it at just the right angle to catch waves of water and usher them out the door. To my relief, the water level subsided.
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I was sitting on a sofa in a first floor room, next to the kitchen of “the house.” The room was bright and cheerful, and yellowish colour with some sort of floral pattern on the wall. I’m not sure what the room was. It seemed that it could have been a dining room because it was next to the kitchen, but it wasn’t done up so. I was going to read some to Kevin but there was a lot of noise coming from the stairwell because there were workers doing some sort of restructuring to the stairs between the first and third floors.
I walked into the stairwell to close the door in the ceiling and ran into one of the workers. He told me that he wouldn’t be able to leave it closed for long because he was going to need to do work there soon. I told Kevin the situation and were discussed going to another part of the house to escape the noise. We talked about the fourth floor. I still had a little bit of a lingering odd feeling about the fourth floor because that’s where the ghosts used to be. I had now been all renovated, painted yellow and white, and the ghosts were no longer there, but there was still a memory of what it used to be liked which I was not quite comfortable with. Regardless, it was still unfurnished so there wouldn’t be anywhere to sit. We talked about the third floor which was still dark because people hardly went up there, but it was nice and quiet in the far corner of the house and we looked at each other agreement that it would be a good place to go.
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I was from the eastern part of the US, travelling westward with my wife and son. I was an musical instrument maker, mostly wooden flutes and guitars. I had a practice of using very substantial wood when carving the flutes and the necks of guitars and mandolins. When we reached the west coast, my son was studying with another instrument maker and showed me a technique he learned about carving out the flutes and the guitars and mandolin necks where he made the walls very thin. Next, he would create a very thin and long piece of wood like a very long tooth pick that he called the heart string and attached it inside of the neck or inside the flute. This created a vibrating counterpoint to the instrument that increased it’s harmonic potential.
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