Different Styles Of Thought Or Consciousness At Birth And Beyond.

What if you were amongst the few who are born truly telepathic,  what would your birth experience be like? Would you survive after birth at all and if so for how long?  If you did survive what would you see without your eyes and how might that affect who you are and what you do with your remaining life time?  In essence, upon achieving consciousness, you would be one with the entire universe finding yourself part of something infinitely large and yet knowing that you were physically small by contrast. It is something that you might ponder if you are predisposed to the lengthy thought process that is  the particular disease of creative writers.  It is something I lie in bed thinking about at 5:00 am when I would like to be asleep blissfully as you are.

On the other hand what if you were not born telepathic,  what would your experience be like? What would it be like in a world of singular aloneness?  In your small space your mind would struggle  like a sponge to telelepahty-laeld-for-reuse-by-google-searchabsorb every bit of sensory data possible so you could become one with the terrifying vastness  around you. In so doing you would hope to not be frightened by your painful smallness in the now suddenly unaccountably large and unpredictable universe.

Do either of these contrapuntal scenarios exist?  It is my contention that they both exist and all the time, at each human parturition.  I believe that at each child’s genesis they are infinitely large, and connected cosmically with every other living thing, call it telepathy if you choose. At the same time they are focused on their physical smallness and struggling to incorporate all sensory data possible so that they can make sense of and take control of that which is their new physical environment.  It is truly terrifying even without the slap on the ass from the supposedly wise gynecologists. It is terrifying because, since they became sentient, many months ago, their environment has been consistently warm, cozy and full of love and nurture both mental and physical; but, now it has suddenly transformed with the psychological impact of a car crash!

Have you not noticed, as a parent, that children are “sponges” for knowledge?  Everything they see and hear becomes part of them, as if they were a movie studio’s camera.  They all appear to have total recall (and may infact have this trait).  On the other hand, not long after they become able to communicate, in some meaningful manner, we discover that they, at times, play with “imaginary” friends. They do this in our culture, at least until we become concerned.  They do this until we tell them that there is no such thing as imaginary friends and that it is time to “grow up” and stop this nonsense.

The sponge like behavior also becomes less and less, for many, as the experience a child possibly absorbs becomes more and more contaminated with doses of bitters and pain.  After all, all of existence is a sign wave. There is nothing that does not run like hot and cold that we can perceive, probably because that is all there is to our universe. Our nerves only respond to opposites, change!  After you splash into a totalrecall_2012_logowarm bathtub,  in a few minutes,  the initial sensation of heat transforms itself, in your perception, to a  constant temperature,  hardly noticeable. You need change to be conscious.  For the neonatal, the fun and security of becoming one with the universe by learning all it has to offer becomes far less joyful with negative experience.  Experiences such as those punctuated with the pain of an angry, frustrated parent’s hand slap or that caused by less friendly bacteria trying to eat us from the inside out after spoiled food is consumed.  So we don’t really want to remember this pain and we may learn to dissociate from it, since we cannot turn senses on or off at will.

As for being one with the universe by “telepathy,” if we should call it that, it too has its pain. Consider the disturbing confusion of  connecting with a being that has no eyes.  This being is called a Spheron.  This spherical being  connects with the universe by sonar like transmissions, much like a bat, but in the radio wave frequency range.  It senses its position too by the shifts in gravitational and magnetic fields coming from its planetary home, much like a bird or bees do.  It has almost no physical structure because it is mostly energy. It is spherical as that is the natural form that energy takes as it radiates (at least in this quadrant or our universe where the physics we try to comprehend is mostly prevalent).  This being does not interact with many of its like others, there is no value.  No, in fact its created purpose is like that of honey bees, it gathers information (like pollen) from that thought process and experiences of planets and shares that with other planets much as a bee shares pollen. If you thought that planets are not sentient, just for the moment imagine they might be; it will help with the concepts we are discussing.   The Spheron shares that “experience” by warping space and traveling across the universe instantaneously (at least this is how we would describe it).  From its perspective, there is no time, no space and no distance.  These are the delusions of physical beings like us.

A telepathic connection with this alien mind would be literally Earth shattering.  It could be far worse than a trip on LSD!  Those with acute telepathy, to maintain their sanity, would quickly withdraw to the comfort of their small, warm, cozy physical space.  So perhaps the genesis of that which we call people, derives from the balancing act of  sanity trying to maintain its integrity by figuring out how much total recall or total communication makes sense for the environment into which it, the newly created being, has been flower-1360468_960_720-pixbayunceremoniously dumped.

Out of every black sky filled with frightening lightning and torrentuous storms comes the birth of new plant life,  the flowers of a sunshine filled morning.  Perhaps in a similar manner so do we.

Janr Ssor

 

 

 

 

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Life Over Easy

My name is Janr Ssor and this is one of my adventures.  I call this adventure, “Life Over Easy.”  This short  story is an on-going experience.  I have stepped out of it for hours in my life but always came back to continue. Some times I did not want to continue it, as I had left it, but I had to, because there is no other way I can find; yet.

Having discovered a way to travel to many worlds, through just the power of mind and a little help from technology, I have managed to live many lifetimes while still in one physical body. One of my greatest joys is sharing what I find with people who have no opportunity to experience it on their own. you will soon understand why.

I have written many stories about my magical experiences (each so unique that they appear seen through a newborn’s eyes)  and there are many more to come. Despite all the unique fascinating dimensions of my stories there is one thing that I cannot find in this infinite world and that is the key to “life over easy.”   I have not figured out how to better re-do what you have done, at least in this world.

In my story,  “Not Kid’s Games”, we actually did so in that dimension of reality.  Even if you could do this and did choose to re-do your life,  you’d  never know if it will turn out differently as it is too complex to say it is very probable.  I have to say probable because no matter what you do in life, you are never assured of the outcome you dreamed of.   Life has a way of doing what it wants and despite your screaming, yelling and stamping your feet in frustration; you still get carried away with the tide of life’s infinite complexity.  

Using my D-Trip technology, and even the magic mushrooms of shamans,  I have stepped out of our world and into many other odd dimensions of existence; however, in all my trips, I find the same is true of the power of universal fate.  As Paul Simon wrote, “God only knows, God makes his plan. The information’s unavailable To the mortal man. We’re working our jobs Collect our pay. Believe we’re gliding down the highway When in fact we’re slip slidin’ away.” Fate is unswayable…..mostly.

One journey that comes to mind, when I think of a re-do of life is my early life.  When I was a graduate student working on my doctorate,  I was married to a bright pretty women whose vast differences from my way of thinking, added fun, humor and sunshine to my life.  I thought it was a good decision to marry her and still don’t regret it even after 30+  years of divorce.  

The question that goes through my mind many years after we got divorced is, could I have done better with that part of my life?  What if I had the insights that Paul Simon did at my age?  Paul wrote “Slip Slidin’ Away,” that I quote above, and even more insightful songs such as those in his album “Old Friends.”  I say more insightful because I cannot comprehend how a twenty year old understood the issues of a 70 year old, where I am now, 50 years later! I guess that is what his genius was and more.

But back to my story.  So what would I change if anything, especially if change does not for sure ever give you the outcome you think you desire?  I think I have learned two things. The first is to never be afraid to smell the roses but to also make sure you do not get too entranced by the heady perfume they give off.   After all, in my adventures it is the “entrancement” of the mind via hypnosis that takes us to other worlds of great adventure.  In this “real” world however, the issue for me (and many other men) is the allure of the perfume of romance created by beautiful female faces, receptive smiles, appreciative comments and hypnotic pheromones.  Not that I ever cheated on my first wife, because I did not, but because I did however allow myself to daydream about what it might be like if I had cheated.

This was one of the problems with being  good looking, successful, personable and in decent (often great)  physical shape.  I was as alluring to the women I met as they were to me.  My problem, in this situation, was that I was always a dreamer-writer and as such, each “warm” encounter could  and often did spawn a story worth writing about. Is that bad?  I am still not quite sure however, I now know that what you dream has a way of happening because it alters your thinking and the energy that flows through you!  If you read Norman Vincent Peale’s book,  “The Power Of Positive Thinking”  or his book “You Can If You Think You Can,”  you will understand what I mean.  There are dozens of others that confirm this. For example, The Rosicrucian Literature teaches you how to use this positive and organized thinking for empowerment. It is called the practical application of metaphysics.  More recently “The Secret,”  re-invented this supposedly long lost knowledge. But back to my adventure.  So all these “romantic mind trips”  that could have been stories,  undoubtedly altered my destiny.  I believe that in some way, despite my managing fidelity, this partially lead to my divorce much as infidelity might have done.  Divorce is a very unpleasant event that changes your life in a negative way forever, if your marriage was at all good. I say this because looking back on many years, I realize that a good marriage is NOT made in heaven as some say, but created, on this Earth, by two people who are guaranteed to have challenges in life and their relationship and yet through determined effort and willingness to change and grow they stay together.  

The amazing thing is that it is overcoming those challenges and staying together that creates “real love,”  that is so much better than the pheromone, hormone chemical magic that started the whole process. Why do I say this when so many people get divorced while seeking the romance of a new relationship?  It is because the magic of pheromones and hormones wears off and you are bound to then do it over and over until you get it right and stay together or give up and choose to be single.

I met a strong headed lady a few nights ago, who complained that all the men she dated were boring, after a while.  She felt that an ideal companion was one who would be creative and constantly come up with new and exciting things to do so that he would keep her from getting bored.  Intuitively, her comments seemed silly and her living as a single, as a senior, appeared to verify that.  As I thought about it more though, I kind of liked her stubborn determination to not settle for boredom. It fit her choleric personality and I do like cholerics. Even though we were politically polarized, I liked her.  I could not however escaped thinking that if she had communicated her need to one of her “prospective lovers” and lead her  potential partner by acting it out herself who knows what might have happened.  Perhaps she needed to let him know what she expected of him and did not get. If she was as exciting and positively supportive to him he might have been willing to grow and change.  Why? Because she would stimulate his learning to be more of what he was that attracted her to him initially.  Choosing a partner because we want to mold them into what we want is not what I am talking about. On the other hand, Dale Carnegie teaches that the best way to get what you want is to enthusiastically and positively share your appreciation of what you want when you get it. It is a fact that all living beings respond to praise!  If she had done that who knows how many proposals she might have considered accepting? Dale Carnegie says ” Be hearty in your approbation and lavish in your praise!”  It is about as perfect a law of “living physics” as I know  of. 

 

Because of my experiences, I started dreaming about what would happen if I  got the opportunity to do it over again.  One result of this is my story of, “A Second Date” which was available in print and as an audiobook for free for a few months   from the date of this publication. In this sci-fi romance, alternative experience, Janr Ssor finds himself given a second chance but not in exactly the way you might think.  On the other hand you get to learn, to some extent, a bit of what makes this love, in my opinion, more valuable than a romance that speeds up your heart in first magical meeting.

I started to think about this concept of “life over easy,”  which to me means re-living life with the knowledge I did not have before, after many recently divorced patients came to my office.  I was amazed to see those great couples that, I knew a long time, get divorced and in my opinion really “blow it!”   What did I see, that shocked me?  I saw men divorcing still very attractive women in their  mid 40’s  because they found a younger woman who was “hot” and sexy. They were blind to what they had because, unlike Paul Simon, they could not see 50 years later!  They really chose sex and a “new” romance over their wife of years and even their children (many lost relationships with their children who lost respect for their parents).  Losing both in many cases, I saw these men grow physically old and worn out looking,  when a few years later the pain of their mistakes caught up with them.  This is not to say that divorce is not sometimes appropriate when there is mental illness or violent behavior. However, I have long learned that the real value in marriage is that it helps both people grow by learning to communicate in the “hard times.”  It is these challenges that frequently creates marital friction, that makes each person grow and the marriage become more valuable  This does not come from the good times!   I call this acquired value “true love.” It is quite different from the chemical magic of hormones and pheromones that manipulate your mind so that you can possibly get close enough to maybe learn to really love and appreciate your mate.

Would I do it over if I could?  Who can say?  You never get the outcome you want as life does its magical thing and the rivers of time sweep you along.  I have one event however that I would not change but would have liked to have had the opportunity to do it over many times. It surprised me as I had no idea how I would feel about it.  The event was that I had only a beautiful child.  

I never wanted children when I got married. Not that I did not want them, I just had no motivation to want any.  My parents had a challenging time with my sister who was mentally ill.  It did not inspire me to want children.  However, back then as a full time nerd, I was too preoccupied with education to think about the consequences of life.  As a result, when my colleagues in school and friend’s wife got pregnant and mine wanted to be. I did not give it much thought. When the event happened, and I came home with a child, I was still too busy to notice how it changed my life at first.

For one thing, It took a few years to note that a child created some distance between my wife and I. She strangely now appeared to me as a mother and not my wife-girlfriend. I changed my behavior and likely made her feel less loved and desireable. I should have understood it, but I was not Paul Simon, not even close. It was surel something I should have gotten over but was to nerdy to understand back then.  On the other hand, as soon as my daughter got past the neonatal stage and began interacting with me, my heart was hers forever; however, my altered perception of my wife meant I was losing her heart, forever.  

My new love, my daughter,  would not let go of my hand or stop smiling when she saw my face. The toothless grin was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life!  No dog with a wagging tale, enthusiasm and wet tongue can truly come close. Every day when I came home from work, I watched for the new magical gifts. There always was something to find as something new had happened in her head,  making her communication and movement skills grow. I could not wait to see what the new surprise would be. I bought all sorts of little simple toys to hang on her crib and playpen (as she could not yet sit) to see how she reacted and if I could make her smile.   One day we found this great clown toy that hung suspended on strings across the top of her playpen.  She lay on her back gazing at it as she could barely roll over. The clown had two big yellow rings for feet that hung down just above my daughter.  I would take her hand and place it on a ring so she could jiggle it and see the clown move.  Little children grab on to anything that you put in their hands. She would hold reflexly and smile at the clown and her hand.  When her hand fell off, I would put it back on.  A few days later I noticed that her hands and arms were more raised in a posture that suggested reaching for the clown.  Days later it was clear she was trying.  One night,  a few weeks after the clowns installation,  as I watched her cute little face smiling at me and the clown.  Her swinging arms caught the clowns ring and her tiny fingers closed around this ultimate achievement in long awaited joy. Something new was born, just as magnificent as her smile!  It was the very first time I had ever heard her laugh!  It was something she herself had, to my observation, never yet experienced. The Joy of achievement and growth!  From that day forward she has never stopped working on growth, the joy that it offers and the opportunity to help others see this too. She is a life coach and much more 41 years later.

It was way back then and there that my heart told my head to listen to it for once!  My heart told my head to pay attention to things I could not logically understand!  It said, “if it was up to you, we would have a drab life full of great ideas and little joy!”  It reminded me of my passion for music,  it reminded me of my joy in hiking through the Everglades of Florida and being part of a life experience of sights, sounds, and scents  never found in books. It reminded me of the depth of the sea I had experienced snorkeling in the atlantic ocean.  But it reminded me of how it all paled by comparison to the opportunity  of being a parent and creating the most magical art form ever, a new life form, like yourself but with a great chance of being far better!  

I recall then I looking at my daughter’s joyful eyes and imagining how much fun I would have sharing the wonders of the world with her and hearing her laugh over and over again!  Life had a new depth, a new dimension and new destination, I had never imagined.  If only I had had several children!

Next lifetime, perhaps in a “Life Over Easy,”  but a long time away I hope,  so I can still enjoy this one with her for many years to come.

Janr

Your Decision, Your Inaction, Your Child, Born Brain Damaged!

200 TIMES MORE AUTISM!

Nearly 40 years ago, when I was still in professional school studying to be an eye doctor, autism affected one in 10,000 children.  In Illinois, at the ICO clinic, we were one of the first institutions to attempt to treat some of its forms, though we called in minimal brain damage (for lack of a better term). Today, autism is estimated to afflict as many as one in 50 autisismchildren.  This is a 200 times increase in the incidence of autism! 

AUTISM AND THE ECONOMIC DANGER OF MISGUIDED CORPORATE POWER:  We now are learning about the causes of autism.  But today, in America,  corporate money rules rather than mind, sanity and soul (we are thusly being called a Plutocracy rather than Democracy).  As a direct result of your loss of empowerment,  companies with billions of dollars of influence, like Monsanto are experimenting on your children (and you), with as much disregard for human life as Dr Joseph Mengele showed for children in the Auschwitz nazi prison camp.  Recent research strongly suggests that we now know what is destroying not only the minds of our new born babies but the health of our nation with horrific diseases , such as Cancer and Alzheimer Disease. More importantly we know what do do about many of these diseases but as a nation of overworked “little”  people we are disorganized and fearful of criticism. We stand petrified in fear of action that might take us slightly off the perfect path to our socially approved spoken goals.  However, a very successful businessman once told me that most of us achieve little in our lives because we live by,  “Ready, Aim, Fire”   when we should live by,  “Ready, Fire, Aim!”   His point was that you should not wait to be a great marksman before going hunting!   Instead, go out to achieve your goal and when you find yourself off target,  correct your aim!   Learning to hit the target is only achieved by missing many times, but getting closer as you go on.  As Thomas Edison said best,  we must fail our way to success.  When he was told he had made 10,000 failures on his way to inventing the light bulb, he said,  “I never had a failure,  I just discovered 9,999 ways not to make a light bulb!”  Ready, Fire, Aim!

WHAT PROOF DO WE HAVE OF PREVENTABLE AUTISM CAUSES?  

  • GAPS:  Dr Natasha Campbell-McBride is a medical doctor with two postgraduate degrees: Master of Medical Sciences in Neurology and Master of Medical Sciences in Human Nutrition. She graduated as a medical doctor in Russia. After practising for five years as a Neurologist and three years as a Neurosurgeon she started a family and moved to the UK, where she got her second postgraduate degree in Human Nutrition.She is well known for developing a concept of GAPS (Gut And Psychology Syndrome), which she described in her book Gut And Psychology Syndrome – Natural Treatment for Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia, Dyspraxia, Depression and Schizophrenia, now in its second edition. Thousands of people around the world follow the highly successful GAPS Nutritional Protocol to help themselves and their families. You can learn about GAPS on www.gaps.me
  • VACCINES: A study published in the September 2014 issue of the Journal of Public Health and Epidemiology showed a correlation between autism and three vaccines: MMR (measles, mumps, and rubella), Hepatitis-A vaccines,  Varicella (chickenpox) –NOTE:  A senior CDC scientist, William Thompson, has issued a public statement admitting that he and his colleagues at the CDC falsified at least one study to cover-up a powerful association between the measles mumps rubella (MMR) vaccine and autism in African American males
  • gmo_cornBT Corn may poison your gut bacteria!  Monsanto has created “corn”  which produces toxins to kill of pests.  As it turns out the “pests,”  that cause root rot, have mutated to enjoy eating Monsanto’s now ineffective toxins.  What does this mean for you?  Well, simply put, the bacteria in your gut can mutate just as the bacteria or cells in the corn borers in the soil. The “soil bacteria”  is also that which keeps your gut healthy and if it has been modified by Monsanto (which it now has), it will modify YOU and your CHILDREN!  So this means that when the bacteria or cells that have mutated in the soil get into your body you may well have issues! What did Monsanto do to the corn to produce corn that creates its own pesticide?  Monsanto took the genes out of a bacteria which is an animal (Bacillus thuringiensis )  and inserted it into the cells of corn plants. So now what looks like corn is really part animal part plant!  Never in Earth’s history have animals and plants shared genes in this sense (they usually don’t have sex together!).

???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????IT’S PROFITABLE TO MAKE YOUR DOUBT YOUR INNER VOICE: As the president of a network of eye doctors working to provide better care then the “fast food”  eyecare forced on us by insurance companies,  I sat at a meeting in a nearby state as a guest and member. I was there to learn how they were attempting to solve the same problems we were dealing with.

To my surprise, I watched a paid shill, rise to speak and  deride the people I knew were working to help us, NY eye doctors,  achieve our goals. He spoke lavishly with praise to promote the corporation that wanted to take over the local state’s doctors group. It took me some time to confirm this plant but I did so.  This “credentialled” man was being USED to sway a mass of educated doctors to do what my colleague and I (we talked for an hour on the way home) were certain was a dangerous thing!  They were giving up their idealistic pursuit of health care controlled by doctors to health care influenced by a corporate financial machine.

Why am I telling you this?  If one “credentialled” man can influence a room full of “educated” doctors, think how easily you too have been dragged down the path to hell by TV, Radio and the Internet!  Can you make your own personal decisions and are you willing to risk ridicule for the sake of your children with pressure like this coming at you from every “expert” source? It is no wonder so many of us are paralyzed with inaction, waiting for the Government or  a new Ralph Nader to risk scorn on our behalf!  With information wars it is hard to know the right path to follow.  When the fog is to thick to let your eyes see, the answer as taught by Jesus, and many other great leaders is, Turn Within!  Look in your heart for a path that God has placed in front of your eyes, through the world he has built! Don’t be deluded by the deluge of “facts” dumped on you by the “geniuses!”   You know who these kindly but myopic people serve,  the guy who gives them their pay check!  Don’t rebuild the Earth in the image of some man and his corporate scheme, God already did a good enough job.

Am I asking you to pray? Though I will pray for you!  No, I am asking you to think and believe in your inner voice.  Think for just a moment.  If it took thousands of years for plants and animals to evolve in harmony with the Earth so that we could eat the fruit of the Earth,  the fowl that fly in the air, do you really believe that a scientist in a lab can make a better “plant”  by modifying its genes?  Even if he could, would you not want it tested on “his children”  for at least 20 years till we see what happens to them?  Well they don’t to that to their children!  They want to test it on your children by denying you,  your God Given Right to know what is and what is not GMO (Genetically Modified)!  Monsanto pays millions to see that you have NO CHOICE!  You know, if they fear transparency, they are hiding something!  Can you not turn within and see this?   How about pesticide?   Why are fruits and vegetables that are sprayed with poisons that can kill you, in small quantities,  labeled as “conventional?”   There is nothing conventional about feeding poisons to your children!

Do you need to be a rocket scientist to notice that everyone around you is dying of cancer?  Just turn within and find your heart and ponder two questions:  1)  Is toxic poisons something I want my child to consume?   2)  Do I really think Monsanto knows better than millions of years of evolution or God (depending on your belief).   If you answer NO to these questions then it is time to Stand Up and make a change.

Man with megaphoneForm Your Network And Save  Your Children – Congress is the best paid (off) congress in history. They will not make changes that hurt the guys who line their pockets.  But you can!  We can!   We can make small changes in our communities that they cannot stop, it is still a free land!   All we need to do is band together and close one town to unlabeled GMO food,  no excuses!  Don’t let them tell  you they  cannot tell which is GMO and which is not!  If you don’t know what you are selling then you should be out of business, because we cannot trust you!

How do we start this process?  Just get together with friends and start an organization, educate your community leaders! Speak to businessmen, mothers, service clubs…. just not doctors, they will beat you to death with “Facts”, their knowledge and fear or being judged wrong by their peers.  Turn within, find the truth and join forces with others to ban toxic food from your community! Its a start and it can become a win!

Janr

Abuse Of Power – Why You Need To Fear Albany And Obama!

In the Judeo-Christian heritage, of the Old Testament, we are taught that No Nazisthere is a Crime Worse Than Murder.  This is the crime of idle gossip. This is so because if your gossip slanders another, they and their family may live for years in misery and suffering because your words can deny them employment and opportunity.  Gossiping can also come from dishonest media and government that use deceit and its publication to make those Americans, cognizant of the their 2nd Amendment rights, who seek to be able to defend themselves look dangerous and irresponsible.

It turns out that the gunman in Sandy Hook, Ct,  did NOT use an assault weapon; he used hand guns!  This must have been known to the media because his rifle was in his car, unused,  while 4 handguns were found around the school.  If the police and investigators were too incompetent to see this,  then they they need to be permanently relieved of duty.

When elected officials act, as Albany and Obama have done,  to “use” the death of innocent children to attain a  ban on weapons that can be used defensively, we have to fear those who rush to ban our freedoms.  We must keep in mind the excuses the Nazi Germans used to ban weapons before beginning to kill the  12,000,000 Jews and Christians who could not defend themselves.

For years democrats have decried what they declared the “dishonesty” of  the Bush Administration when it came to weapons of mass destruction in Iraq;  here is their chance to correct this dishonesty and rescind the new laws  passed in Albany.  But don’t hold your breath or wait for Obama to apologize. See the NBC video below and know that you NEED to fear your government.  Fear them because it just may be that they fear your rebellion and want to disarm you now while you are still dreaming of their innocence.   Here is a better option than gun control [Click Here]

Buying Flowers For Mother’s Day

It was 5:35 pm on the Saturday night, just before Mother’s day. Being a mother, it was especially important to me that every local mom get a loving note and flowers from our store. As usual, the lines of young adults and high school children at our cash register had been unending since early this morning.  This was despite the fact that today had been an unusually hot day for May.  We had misted the flowers and watered the plants twice today, but  by this evening  many were drooping and looking as tired as we were.  It was probably the busiest day before Mother’s Day, that we had ever had at the the Garden Center.  I had one mothersdaything on my mind, a quick ride home to a gin and tonic, my half read novel and sharing the couch with my dog,  Mitzy. Planning this quick departure to unknot my stomach,  I had let my  glassy eyed staff leave 10 minutes ago.  I had just reached for the light switch,  when I heard frantic pounding on my front glass door.  Walking to the frosted glass door, I could see the image of a teenage boy’s hand and nose pressed to the door trying to see in.   I really did not want to open the door but something inside made me do it.

I opened the door  just enough to let him speak but also let him know we were closed.  I was tried of  listening to people tell me how the ribbons or bows were not the colors they had ordered…until I showed them the sample they had left and the ones we had used which matched flawlessly.  I did not want to hear even one more story.

The young man was about 16 years old, with big brown puppy dog eyes and a forlorn expression.  He said, “I need to get some flowers for my mom and grandma!  Can you please help me?”

It had been a long day, so my patience was more than at end.  I looked him right in the eyes and vented much of my tension from the day loudly saying, “Our store is closed. You waited till the end of the day to consider buying some flowers for the mother and grandmother who have spent their lives raising you!  This was the best you could do? Run out at the end of the day to find something that might be left  over as your afterthought to all they have given you!  How dare you treat them with such disregard!  Some day they will be gone and you will not have an opportunity to thank them for all they have sacrificed for you. Come in here now and I will find something for you!  He was now a bit bent over by the heat of my attack and his big eyes seemed much smaller.  However he followed instructions as I flipped on the front room lights. I said, “Young man,  how much money do you have to spend?  He reached in his pocket and came up with some bills and change and dropped every last cent he had on the counter, meekly arranging them in order to try and mollify my furor.   I went behind the counter and grabbed a few bunches of  prearranged flowers  and wrapped them in some pretty green floral paper.  I handed him two cards and a pen as I wrote a receipt and gave him a few coins change.  He was quite  happy to  look away from my stern expression  and fill out the cards.  He was gone a few moments later.

Time flies and a year had past.  It was 9:00 am the day just before Mother’s day.  I opened the front door and my staff was ready to greet the crowds that had already started to fill our parking lot.  As I walked behind the counter to get some bags, I felt a strong tap on my arm.  I looked over to see a young man with big brown puppy dog eyes looking at me.  He smiled and said, “Do you remember me?”

I said, “I am sorry but I cannot say that I do.”    He said, “Last year you helped me understand how important my parents are to me, when you let me to get some flowers for them just after you closed. This year I wanted to be the first in line, so I could get them something really special.  Thank you for having cared enough to stay late last year and help me!

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The story is fictional but the experience true as shared by a patient who was a florist near my office for many years.   Thanks Rosemary!

COLUMBINE STUDENT’S FATHER 12 YEARS LATER !!

If God does not exist, everything is permitted 

Guess our national leaders didn’t expect this. On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.columbine 12 yrs ago

They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness.. The following is a portion of the transcript:
On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado, was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee’s subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful. They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. The following is a portion of the transcript:

“Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers.

“The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain’s heart.

“In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA – because I don’t believe that they are responsible for my daughter’s death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel’s murder I would be their strongest opponent.

“I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy-it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. “I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. This was written way before I knew I would be speaking here today:

Your laws ignore our deepest needs, Your words are empty air. You’ve stripped away our heritage, You’ve outlawed simple prayer. Now gunshots fill our classrooms, And precious children die. You seek for answers everywhere, And ask the question “Why?” You regulate restrictive laws, Through legislative creed. And yet you fail to understand, That God is what we need!
“Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, soul, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and reek havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation’s history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine’s tragedy occurs – politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. “Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lies within our own hearts. Political posturing and restrictive legislation are not the answers. The young people of our nation hold the key. There is a spiritual awakening taking place that will not be squelched! We do not need more religion. We do not need more gaudy television evangelists spewing out verbal religious garbage. We do not need more million dollar church buildings built while people with basic needs are being ignored. We do need a change of heart and a humble acknowledgment that this nation was founded on the principle of simple trust in God!

“As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes-He did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America, and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999, at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA – I give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone! My daughter’s death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!”

———— This article is the legitimate text of the congressional meeting, as verified by multiple Internet searches.  Even if it were not, the truth of the message is inescapable.  People ask how can America regain its strength, its courage and its financial growth? How can the torch in the hand of the Statue Of Liberty again light the way for our nation and the world?  The answer is in the BookBe A Light Unto Nations!

Janr Ssor

 

Not For Gun Control!

Today I read an article in reaction to the recent school killings on a blog that I have found well written,  Tearmatt.  It was thought provoking,  but I believe in the right to bear arms. I am not sure about semi-automatic weapons though I am leaning towards no ban. It is very easy to forget that you can get in a car and use it to kill and maim streets full of people. On the other hand if law abiding citizens can carry weapons, they can stop that quickly, where the cop is no use being so far away. As for knives not killing…..have you been reading about China? http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_attacks_in_China_(2010%E2%80%932012).     <== just look here on Wikipedia! Their reports are really nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares ask Steven King. Should we ban chainsaws? OK what about Drano and Lye? How about chemicals so you can’t make pipe bombs? Oh, I forgot ban all alcohol (again) and of course Sterno an propane! Now I just thought of this in a few minutes and I don’t ever read horror stories. How many more ideas will the maniac planning for months have?

Defense Man

I would trust in the average American on his way to work with his suitcase in hand, who has a gun strapped to his waist belt in a holster.   When it come to ethics and “god fearing”  the guy on the street is my man!

I would push for easy access classes on firearms safety and licensing. I would subsidies the fees or make it free!  The population licensed to carry firearms is even more law abiding then police according to records.  Lets get them on our side, like the Guardian Angles in NYC  (but not with those NYC restrictions).
Janr Ssor