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Sir Paul McCartney on Animal Suffering

WARNING: This post is graphic in nature.  I have long debated whether to post it or not.  It features Paul McCartney speaking on the nightmare of slaughter houses and showing how animals are horrifically mistreated.  But if we subject animals to these horrors by creating a market for meat than the very least we can do is suffer the discomfort of watching a video showing how our meat comes to our tables.  Paul McCartney got me well on my way to being totally vegetarian which seems to be in the offing as I think more and more of any kind of meat as flesh of innocents.


Murdered, why?

Originally posted on Walking with the Alligators:

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Our beloved Gopher Tortoise Harriet, on her way back to her tunnel after eating.

Yesterday our local news, as usual, found a heinous, outrageous story about an animal that had been tortured and killed.

It had been murdered.

The animal at the center of this media firestorm, was an Endangered Gopher Tortoise.

As it was airing  yesterday,  I looked out the kitchen window at our beloved Harriet who was sitting under the tree, munching quietly on a tiny plant.

She looked so peaceful, so happy.

She does not know that she  is one of the lucky ones.

Many in this state are not, they do not have a safe place to live where they are not disturbed.

Gopher Tortoises here are continuously being uprooted at the whim and pleasure of greedy developers who want to build new Condos, new Shopping Centers, new anything, new everything.

Just build baby!

And get  ” those damn turtles out of their way,  they have things to build! “

Because…

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“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief…”

Originally posted on I Dont Want To Talk About It:

   bathing-parrot-cesar-badilla“…that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”[1] In recovery meetings they say that a person who thinks they are different suffers from “terminal uniqueness.”  We also like to see people like this as narcissistic.  This to me is a perfect expression of the tension of the opposites in our culture. On the one hand, as James Hillman said, we are put here as “acorns,” to grow into the Oak tree that only we can be.  No one can be like us.

But one of the things we are taught in therapy and other places is that we are not any different than anyone else.  Where do these messages come from and what are the ramifications of them both?

scarlet-ibisesThe thought that comes to mind is the the concept of form and its opposite, no form.

When I want to say I am like others I…

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Nature’s Prayers

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Still yourself

and fold your hands

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humbly

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stand in awe

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radiate His light

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with eyes upwards

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towards

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the telephone

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to the sky

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and comtemplate

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the glory that is He


Starlight, Starbright

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Starlight through the skylight
Moonlight just above the roof
Fireflies flickering flames
Random to our eyes
In a dizzying mercurial display
Flitting to the tune
Of trilling frogs
And the flutter of batwings
I see goblins in the windows
Alone would be terrified
With you here beatified
By the beauty of the silence
Punctuated by the frogs
Spotlighted by the moon
And the sparkling stars
Whose dust makes up
These rented bodies we carry
While inside heartbeats
Tick away our lives
To the beat of a flashing firefly
Or a flickering star.


Chi flows, Wind Blows

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Wind blows

through tree tops

bird song

wafts in breeze

flying

dead branches

fine perches

dragonfly on leg

don’t move

admire

just be

like tree

see chi

in air

spark-like

specks

tiny lights

Chi flows

wind blows


Image

Violet Venus


The Cycle of Life

Youth unfolding


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in the bright sunlight

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 blossoming in shade

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‘tainted’ by age

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becoming fragile

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the delicacy of death

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From an old Dahlia series, attempting  to show the robust beauty of new life as it grows older,  finally reaching the unsung beauty of death.


Unsung Hero

Quite a bit of a moral upgrade from the ads in the West!



Starburst

 

“Dear ones, the light of God is moving through me this day… I am in His sea of Light, in that eternal land.  Wherever I am, in this life or beyond, I am always roaming in that eternity.  I want you to come there also, for you are my brothers an sisters and I cannot bear to see you left in delusion.” 

Paramahansa Yogananda


Secret Spaces

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The cool of green shade

steps to a secret place

locked doors of a shed

the innocence of childhood lost

in a matter of minutes

and no one knew

for years and years and years

dare break the silence even now

Grandpa did a naughty

and it remained

forgotten for years

until you shared your story

of what happened to you

there were other times

of lesser evil

but sketched in memory

enough to sting

even now

so many decades later

I have forgiven

but no longer forgotten

from so early in life

I adored him

the trust

etched deep wounds

though the misdemeanors minor

by most standards

just enough to give pause

if I see a secret place

all too inviting

for the sins

of

a forbidden intimacy

just enough to

add guilt and shame and fear

where they do not belong

inside me

in stillness

in the shade


Bolt of Blue

Violet mood

 blue grace

soothes the beast


Bee in Dahlia

Click on link below for short article on the ongoing bee disaster…

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2012/jan/13/honeybee-problem-critical-point


Humble Lily

 

After the crash

from

mania

to

depression…

humility

shame

gratitude

grace


Rapid Cycling

Patterns of the microcosm
echoed in the macrocosm
vibrating thoughts
no meditation
lots of frustration
can’t calm down
do the Hong Sau
Yogananda method
the only hope
in this mind
doing 120 mph
in a 35 mph zone

 

time soon for sleep
frogs singing
a pre-dawn high
drained at noon
rapid cycling
twilight now
back to racing
raving
raging mind
need gentility
humility
quietude
to feel awe
to ponder
hit “Pause”

love in the afternoon
a natural anti-
depressant
sent sight soaring
in space
seeing patterns
everywhere
echoing symphonically
in noisy ears
the hum of quiet
seems too loud
flashing lights
status migrainous
with all over
crawling feeling
“not-theres”

stop I say
stop I pray
stop the way
the world spins
hurling in space
the race
the pace
exhaustion
please
take this body
in your arms
work your charms
on this alarm-
ing state
with alacrity
the paucity
of peace
needs mending

Oh evening
send hope
for ending
these frantic antics
quell the panic
break the day
and bring on
the dawn
of dreams


The Reign of Pain

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Tears,years, fears, pain, pane, rain, car, far, are you there, somewhere?

I can’t hear you.  I can’t see you.  I can’t feel you.  Any more.

Why did you have to die?  Why did you have to go?

Your kids bleed for you, you know.

Your wife aches for you, you know.

I pine for you, you know.

Your absence is our has been.

Attachment our sin.

And in this reign

of pain we fail

we ail

each in our own ways.

It may be a thin veil

 that divides our souls but

why then does it feel like an iron curtain

 creating the great divide

between our being and your nothingness?

(Written for the three year anniversary of my brother’s death.)


Monsanto, the Mega Monster

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Important information about the food you eat and the insecticides being used on it and the fatalities of animals and humans from Round-Up!

Originally posted on Flawless Pandemonium:


Monsanto CEO Hugh Grant
Picture credit: Janine Moraes  http://www.agenciabrasil.gov.br

As promised,   Monsanto  will be the first Corporation to be addressed here.

How do we begin to list all of the irreparable harm, the ” without warrant “  danger, the insidious pain, that this ” biggest bully on the block, “  Company has inflicted on millions all over the Globe?

Monsanto produces herbicides/pesticides, countless varieties of  seeds, and oh yes, GMO’s enough to feed the entire world.

By the way, their CEO Hugh Grant, not the actor,
has been quoted as saying that he eats  ONLY Organic food~

That should speak volumes!

My personally most despised product of theirs, is the herbicide/pesticide Roundup,  which I consider to be the singular most dangerous home/lawn product used in this Country.

It is applied liberally, to the eventual demise of all, including it is suggested, even the user, to yards and lawns everywhere in America.

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Beyond the Stars

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Sitting in the sun, acclimating to the gentle June heat, swatting away an annoysome fly who keeps returning over and over, I know this swatting is definitely wrong—a stirring of the killer instinct. I remember naturalist artist and writer and turtle man, David M. Carroll, keeping his hand steady, while being bitten by hordes of mosquitoes,  so as not to scare away the turtles as he paints them . Clearly he is a superior soul in his patient endurance of being bitten and as his, almost spiritual, beautifully poetic, writings and drawings reveal. I remember, too, the words of Pema Chodron, Buddhist teacher and nun, who teaches and preaches practicing compassion on little things, learning not to “bite the hook” of anger.

So I let the fly alight on my ankle and he seemingly happily stays on my leg and does not bite. I begin to try to image feeling kinship with this fly who likes my leg, fighting the idea that he is laying eggs in my skin. Pema Chodron has clearly inspired a city girl, afeared of bugs, to make friends with a fly as I watch the universe of insects beneath my feet. A Daddy Long legs crawls on my camera bag, hitches a ride to our bed when I go inside the house. I bring him back to his home outside.

This compassion things feels right, start small and grow big. As if to reinforce this point a butterfly lands on my chest when I return to my contemplation spot in our back yard. But all is not sweetness and light. Later the same fly (I swear it is) who landed on my leg now activates karma for my earlier murderous impulses towards him. He lands on my toe and bites me. A cautionary tale against getting too carried away with being virtuous. Still worse, later as I walk in the coolness of early evening, a bug lands on my arm and attempts a vigorous bite.   In an instant, a reflexive smack smooches him dead.

So it would seem I have to start even smaller with my acts of compassion. How much smaller can one start? I wonder with daunting discouragement about the many, many more lives I will have to live to learn lessons of compassion and no anger. I contemplate the prospect of how many, many more films I will have to view in this movie house of Maya we call life. When, oh when, will I learn all my lessons? When, oh, when, will the sun set for good for me on this circle of life so I can exit the orbit and rest beyond the stars??


The Horrors of Horse Racing

All that you see on this video is true.  This is just the tip of the iceberg.  My brother worked on many racetracks, including Belmont, and he told us stories that were heartbreaking.  He finally got out of the race track business because he loved horses but could not abide the cruelty of how horses were treated.  The video explains…


Confessions of a Distant Peeping Tom

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A child guard, a tied curtain…

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A single mystery…

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Multiple mysteries…

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Eeeerie figures…

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Pink curtains (one pair knotted), flower pots, fans and pizza boxes…

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A sense of history…

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I always wonder

feel the drama

of

worlds behind windows

and

wish I could

peep into other people’s lives

not just from curiosity

but

in some effort

to figure out my own.


Giving Is Glamorous Charity Event Covered By Mikial


seeing you in others…

Originally posted on lijiun:

Look at Little Black and Little White, How strong is their brotherhood! May you give unconditional love to all living beings!

Look at Little Black and Little White, How strong is their brotherhood! May you give unconditional love to all living beings!

Do you spend time to chat with your parent?

If you are working and stay with your parent, most probably you might see them in the morning and evening.

If you are working and not to stay with your parent, most probably you can see your parent during weekend or long holiday.

Imagine, how lonely they are.

Every night, I’ll do my best to spend time to talk to my parent.

We are glad to have our 2 little Bodhisattva cats at home to accompany our parent while we are working.

Little black, the little kitten brought back by Little White, he is with us since young, we train him to be indoor cat.

Everyday, when we are home, mum will definitely share with us on what is happening…

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Fascinating Facade

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 Fell in love with the ornamentation

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A  closer look…

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Drama…

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And TWO “third eyes”!!


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