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Freedom to Choose

In the beginning there was God our father who created us out of pure love. He made us to breathe and gave us pure air and a pure environment to exist in. We existed in this environment in perfect harmony with all else that our father created. Innocent and free from desire, envy, jealousy, greed, and anger we existed in that environment as a part of God’s pure love and as a growing continual flow of the expansion of that love. The bite of the apple of the Garden of Eden represents every instance that we stray from the harmony that was instilled in us. Why eat the apple? It is excess and it is not eaten because of hunger. It is eaten because of desire. The more we desire, the more we disrupt that harmony our Father gave us in love. The evil serpent of Eden remains in every thought that we have that is not of love. Temptation flows when every decision in life is made. The choices we make are the ones that we live with. The consequences are the results of those choices. The thoughts and actions that we have are like pebbles dropped in a placid pond and the ripples are the ensuing and natural results. It is as scientific as it is spiritual. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. In truth for every thought and action there is consequence. What we think and what we do is our choice, and our world reflects the current accumulation of our choices.

Each one of us is the culmination and collection of the genetic and evolved life stream of our Father. Every birth gives us the opportunity to be fresh and new and to live in perfect harmony once again with all that was created for us. The further we stray from these ideals, the harder it becomes to understand and live that idyllic life that was intended for us and the harder it is to remember and convey to our children the reality of our intended pure and simple lives.

When the melon is presented to two hungry people there is a choice. Desire and greed can make them fight for it and the stronger can gain that melon or they can split that melon and share it. That is the difference between survival of the fittest and survival of humanity as was intended by the love of our creator. We were not intended to just survive. We were intended to thrive.

We were all born with and instilled with the ability to live in harmony and our planet is blessed with the abundance to provide all with the necessary means to do so. So how then did we get to where we are now as a world society? Desire, envy, jealousy, greed, and anger. Love and harmony could and should be the only tenets of humanity. All other rules were advanced after we forgot to live by these simple principles.

The creation of tools, cultivation of food, the refining of metals, and the discovery of fuels, are all natural steps of the evolution of mankind. Invention, art, music, discovery, astronomy, and science, are all a part of the natural progression of humankind. What is not natural is when we take those tools and make weapons of them, when we pollute because of them, and when we do not share them amongst us all for the betterment of mankind.

Our human failings have led us to desire land and power, control of natural resources, control of people, and ultimately to the false emotion of hate. We are not born with this, it is thoughtlessly taught to us by our mothers, fathers, leaders, and mentors as we develop. There are those who still have a sense of our failings, those who tend to the sick and poor in body and spirit, those who sit in prayer and meditation for all of the rest of us who go blindly through our lives in selfish ignorance, there are those who attempt to speak out to remind us of our rightful inheritance of love and harmony, and there are those who share and give of their abundance with charitable contribution. These people should be commended. There are those who would have us go back to our roots, live off the land, and make a small imprint on the Earth’s surface and to those I say go for it and thrive. For all the rest I say wake up! Without the elements of deceit, hatred, and greed we can all thrive. We must rid ourselves of false doctrine and self imposed rules that prevent us from loving one another and caring for one another thoughtfully and without malice. We must each reach deep inside and rediscover the desire for our souls to be free and to desire that for everyone. That is the only good desire and in practice it is the only way we can become the world of humanity that was intended by our creator and the world that could be today. Live the dream, it is reality!

Freedom to Support Freedom

Here we are a nation of escapists, having displaced the indigenous, having fucked up the old world as we (whether we knew it or not) looked for a new world to destroy. While escaping the harsh realities of personal responsibility for the lives we no longer wanted, we dragged a battery of philosophers and mind numbed pleasure seekers to lead us in a quest for freedom. Sure, we escaped oppression and…better yet, sought and found a refuge where we could establish our own rules and community structure…free from religious and ethnic discrimination…Blah blah blabbity blah…

My guess is that no two people had exactly the same reason for leaving their homeland and settling in America and this was well known by the framers of our constitution. That is why there are so many opportunities written into our constitution to prevent a central government from thwarting the freedom of its people. This process requires the input of the many to make decisions that the most will be happy with. Is everybody happy? Maybe not but we have the freedom and opportunity to strive for it.

Right now in our world there are other people striving and fighting on other continents for the opportunity to be free, Syria, Egypt, Ukraine, and Venezuela, to name a few.

When we became liberated and vested in this lifestyle we understood and were willing to support and protect people in other parts of the world who wanted to either remain free or to seek the freedom from oppression just as we did when we immigrated here and when we fought the Revolutionary War.

In the 1930s and 1940s a new surge of immigration refreshed our spirit of helping others while embracing the values of our strong and powerful nation. Well, there are no more continents available to escape to for the oppressed and there seems to be not enough room here at the Inn. We must help rid the world of those greedy despots who are attempting to usurp liberty and claim the power and wealth of their people…our people.

The people of those nations can not and are not escaping the harsh realities of their situations…they are standing and fighting as they are able to bring about change for the better in their own countries. Shouldn’t we support that? Have we forgotten the struggles we had and do we not recognize the struggles of others? Are we too immersed in corrupt politics and a socialistic agenda to take a stand to support those who are fighting for the same freedoms that we enjoy every day.

We looked away in Hungary, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Cuba, Libya, Egypt, How about taking a stand for the Ukraine, Syria, Venezuela? No boots on the ground…just support…We don’t need a family role model toastmaster for a president. We need a leader with common sense and huevos. C’mon take a stand Mr. President, we’ll be with you. Support those freedom fighter brothers and sisters now.

Happy Mother’s Day/ A Time to Reflect

Mother, a living vessel of God’s spark of life
Evolution as a part of God’s plan
Without Father there would be no Mother
Without Mother we would not exist

I Am born of God as a bit of energy
Given a chance to be me by my Mom
Indigenous offspring of my Mother’s womb
Born innocent without fear of anything
Except that which filtered through the embryonic fluids
For nine months
Muted, yet powerful
Corrupted with good intentions, yet
Nursed in harmony with the universe
Given a presence and opportunity

Here I have been,
An amalgam of energy
Loving, ingesting
Killing, writing, speaking
Acting in kindness,
Acting thoughtlessly
Thinking, living

So here I Am
A prayer warrior
Praying for my children
Praying for absolution
Experiencing the consequences of my life, My Karma

Mother’s Day
Coffee with birds, squirrels, deer, thunder, lightening, wind, silence
Before I start my day’s practice
I see the note I left for me
As I begin my daily prayers
“Gently unclutter my life
Be angry at no one
Forgive all others
Forgive myself
Pray for the children
Pray for the innocents
Pray for those passed on
Pray for peace
Pray for freedom
Break the chains of guilt
That bind me to those I have betrayed
And free us to love again”

And today especially I pray for you Mom
Thank you Mother for birthing me
Sorry for the pain
Forgive me for my sins as I forgive yours
Enjoy your new life of freedom and love
I Am a better person for thinking of you
I hope I brought a little joy into your life
We will be together always
In the flow of God’s love

Your son David

The Great Imposter AKA Barack Obama

If only he had the simple ideals of Virtue, Charity, Freedom, Liberty, and Justice, even as an imposter, Obama might have been a good leader. Surely we have been led in the past by those without some of these ideals. With his wordsmithing and charisma Barack could have been a uniter of people as he promised, but confused of identity and to the chagrin of African Americans and Hispanic Americans, he has set back race relations decades. With his divisive attitude, Obama has in three years set blacks against whites and Hispanics, women against men, and the have nots against the haves as never seen before.

Without just the one ideal “Virtue”, it is impossible to be a good leader. It is impossible to be a good person. As a serial liar and a puppet of Marxist, Socialist theory he has led us quickly down a path that, if not halted now, will lead to a world of total chaos. One only needs to pay attention as Obama is finally vetted and the truth about him is finally being exposed.

When will the innocent little child in us all step up and finally say “Hey! The Emporer has no clothes!”?

Please read the following blog posted on October 22, 2008 by Weaver

Song of the South (1946) Review

Ruth Warrick (Actor), Bobby Driscoll (Actor), Harve Foster (Director), Wilfred Jackson (Director) | Rated: G | Format: DVD

While sitting on my porch this morning I was visited by my friend Chipper, a bold cardinal who thinks he owns the porch and uses it as his. He complained loudly and sure enough when I checked the bird feeder it was out of seed. I filled it purposefully spilling some for all to see and sat down with my coffee to experience the cool morning. As I watched the birds and hummingbirds taking their breakfast, I talked and sang to them as I always do. What came to mind was a wonderful old movie that I first saw at probably age four, The “Song of the South”.
I thought how fitting it would be for that old movie to be re-released at this time. With all of the racial tension brewing, this gentle movie depicts both in allegory, fable, and real sense, the struggle and uniting of brothers and sisters of different races. As the Brer and Sis stories of Uncle Remus unfold, Their message could have an impact on today’s children just as they did on me and my generation. The depiction of racial distrust is defined and then diffused with an innocence and joy derived from the stories told by Uncle Remus and the songs many of us still enjoy today. Who can forget “Zippidy Doo Dah” and “Happy Place”? There is plenty of real life struggle within this story that relates both to the sharecropping times of the then and the racial drama of today, but the moral results of the movie offer some great resolve and food for thought for young and old minds alike. The movie was taken out of circulation first in 1970, re-released and then taken out in 1986 due it is believed to racist stigma. It is available on Amazon and a few other places.
Please read the following excerpt from a good review.

“Many people are aware that the film was based on Joel Chanbdler Harris' 1881 book "Uncle Remus' Songs and Sayings" and that the white Georgian Harris based his book on the "Brer (brother) animal tales" passed orally among African-American slaves. What most people don't know is that a decade earlier, another white writer named Abbie Holmes Christensen recorded Brer Rabbit tales being told among ex-slaves around Port Royal, SC for her pioneering book "Afro-American Folktales." I have met many older African-Americans in rural South Carolina who had heard "rabbit stories" (as they are called among the indigenous) from their elders without knowing of Harris or this movie. So this is a legitimate part of Black culture.----

So if you want an accurate history of Blacks during this era, not quite! But if you believe that children should be exposed to the joys of storytelling and the idea that friendship goes beyond age, race, and social class-then this is for the children and for the child in you! Enjoy-and think! “
By African American historian
Andre M. "brnn64" (Mt. Pleasant, SC United States)

The Call of Today Written in 1816…

Why Do We Not Pay Attention to Our Fathers? It is not too late for us to wake up and elect people of principle to represent us. Get the facts and…Think before you vote!
The following was written by one of our founding fathers and former president, please read it.

“I am not among those who fear the people.
They, and not the rich, are our dependence for continued freedom.
And to preserve their independence,
We must not let our rulers load us with perpetual debt.
We must make our election between economy and liberty
or profusion and servitude.
If we run into such debt, as that we must be taxed in our meat and
in our drink, in our necessaries and our comforts, in our labors and
our amusements, for our calling and our creeds
as the people of England are, our people, like them,
must come to labor sixteen hours in the twenty-four,
give the earnings of fifteen of these
to the government for their debts and daily expenses;
and the sixteenth being insufficient to afford us bread,
we must live, as they now do, on oatmeal and potatoes;
have no time to think,
no means of calling our miss-managers to account
but be glad to obtain subsistence by hiring ourselves
to rivet their chains on the necks of our fellow-sufferers.
Our land-holders, too, like theirs,
retaining indeed the title and stewardship of estates called theirs
but held really in trust for the treasury,
must wander, like theirs, in foreign countries,
and be contented with penury, obscurity, exile,
and the glory of the nation.
This example reads to us the salutary lesson,
that private fortunes are destroyed by public
as well as by private extravagances.
And this is the tendency of all human governments.
A departure from principle in one instance
becomes a precedent for the second;
that second for a third; and so on,
till the bulk of society is reduced to be mere automatons of misery,
to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering.
Then begins, indeed, the bellum omnium in omnia (The war of all against all)
which some philosophers observing to be so general in this world,
have mistaken for the natural, instead of the abusive state of man.
And the fore-horse of this frightful team is public debt.
Taxation follows that, and in its train wretchedness and oppression.”
– Thomas Jefferson
(1743-1826), US Founding Father, drafted the Declaration of Independence, 3rd US President
Source: Letter to Samuel Kercheval, Monticello, July 12, 1816

Dick Clark…He Lived His Dream

Dick Clark died yesterday and because of him millions of Americans share a plethora of memories. I listened to him on the radio and watched American Bandstand for years. I’m not sure but I feel like I was on the show. If I would have seen him on the street I could easily have mistaken him for family and expected him to know me. Dick not only lived his dream but made the dream of many others a reality. The accolades will probably go on for a long time, and deservedly so. Dick survived major legal problems in the sixties that brought down many others in the broadcast industry. He not only survived but exceeded his own expectations.
An entrepreneurial genius, Dick exemplified the success of the free enterprise system and how any individual with drive and creativity can succeed. This should be a lesson to our youth today who are constantly being bludgeoned with mediocracy and nanny state mentality. He loved paying taxes and he loved encouraging others to succeed as expressed by House Rules Committee Chairman David Dreier http://www.cnn.com/2012/04/18/showbiz/dick-clark-obit/index.htmlyesterday.
Through his show American Bandstand, Dick probably did more to promote integration between blacks and whites in the sixties than anyone without the fanfare or stress of demonstrations and politicking.
Married several times and having undergone the threat of early death from stroke slowed but did not stop him and his ongoing demonstratively clean life, encouraging ways, and friendly smile will last forever in the hearts and minds of many. His dream was a part of my own.

New Pringles Ad!!!??? Bad Choices

New Pringles Ad!!!??? Bad Choices

david schussler

I saw a new ad for Pringles today where some beautiful fruits and veggies were blown up just to show how explosive the crunch and taste of the chips are. Unfortunately for me, and I am guessing for many others, this ad demonstrated the lack of sensitivity some corporate heads have for the poor and undernourished of the world today. Worse yet all of those good and healthy foods were wasted when needy people could have used them to good advantage. What kind of lesson is this giving to our children?
We as a nation are already making bad choices with our diets as demonstrated by the new studies that show how overweight and unhealthy we are becoming. Sure! Blow up the good and healthy foods and substitute the crap. This wasteful and illogical attitude that permeates our advertising, TV, and movies in general, should, just on a moral level, be curtailed.
As an adult I can watch the media and make common sense decisions but these ads are geared to seven year olds who may not think about the consequences of bad decisions yet and who depend upon us to guide them.
We have become a society of impulse and instant gratification and as parents and advisors it behooves us to make proper decisions ourselves so we can be good examples to our youth.
The ad is out and there is nothing we can do about it now but we can bring it to the attention of our kids. We can let them know that there are those who would waste our treasures and blow a good opportunity to help the needy just to make a few bucks and pervert the ideals of our nation as they do so.
I’m not going to buy Pringles for a long time, or ever again, because of this thoughtlessness. Hopefully many others will do the same. That is one way we can wake those corporate fools up.

Continue the Rain

Continue the rain
Heaven water / diving / driving slipshod
I am yearning
To just face the sky so I can mix my salt
So I can shed dead leaves
Let me praise the Thunder God
The baptism continues as she conducts a pitter pat orchestra
Continue the rain
Melt away the outer
Prison bars impervious to acidic tears
And holy water
Even the grass taunts me with freedom
The sun cracks my mood
With a Jamaican rainbow drawn in chalk
But I have been driven back to my cell
To continue the rain
To continue the creation of horror and fiction in third person
As I try to dodge the drops of truth
You are fascinated by my rain dance
The jumps / shrieks / shouts of indigenous ideas
Where the salt rivers flow to meet fresh water oceans
This is where I congregate
Continue the rain

A Passing Dream

In the lobby, everyone was getting drunk on my regrets and gorging themselves on tables laden

With my fondest memories

I found Mom and then we found our seats

Front and center row

The orchestra blasted an introduction

Mom took my hand and the curtain went up

There upon the stage was a solitary chair in a spotlight

“Go on Son, “Mom urged

I sat in the chair and behind me for all to see was the

Magnificence of all my failures

The iniquity of my pleasure

I sat in the chair and felt suffused in love’s glow

The lights went on and God joined me on stage, mixing his love with mine

We took a bow

I took my seat next to Mom

Mom took my hand and said, “Watch this Son, the grand finale”

Then Mom took me home

By Sean Schussler