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The Memory of the Generation that Turned to Ashes and Blew Away

There’s the part I have and can convey that everyone can see.
You can see me, a ghost before your eyes. I’m a mirage in the snow.
There’s the part thats obvious and resonates still that all can hear if they care to.
Its like walking through the snow covered woods where all sound is even muffled.
If you listen you might her a faint sigh on the wind.
If you listen closer you might even hear a child cry.
If you look down you might see a tiny hand dusted over with snow like a child’s dropped and forgotten doll.
If you stoop down and brush the snow aside it will turn to ashes and blow away like the children did so long ago.
They cried, “Ashes! Ashes!” and all blew away on the summer wind to be forgotten forever.
There were those that said the world would never forget but that was then.
They were wrong. The world has worked overtime to forget the lost ones that blew away like dandelion fluff in the wind.
They say, “It was all a lie made up by dirty Jews!” Even their own cousins deny the truth for fear there is something different inside them that’s so loathsome they deserve to turn to ashes and blow away to.
They are afraid to speak it as their blond hair blows in the wind. They are afraid to tell the truth for fear that the special one they love hates them to when they find out that under their blond hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin lies a dirty Jew.
You can see me. Even seeing me there are a special few that feel I should blow away on the wind to because of that hidden part of me inside that is also a dirty Jew. Even a dear friend gleefully told me to my face that if it were Jew killing time that I should die and she’s gladly comply. Well, she’d be right.
Anyway, we can say it doesn’t matter, but it does to. It matters the whole world that a generation blew away on the wind and always will even if we deny and forget.
When we are in the Synagog of nature and the trees laden with snow arch overhead hushing all the sounds save the laughter and tears of the ghosts in the ashes carried forever on the wind, They will always speak to that quiet space in our souls as their ashes float by us, That generation that turned to ashes and blew away so long ago.
They will never rest and will always blow. In quiet moments they’ll speak to the solitude of our souls.
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Millions of people were murdered by inflammatory, hateful words and that included a quarter of my family. Now I’m not Jewish but I’m among the closest living blood relatives to a whole lot of people that were and I owe them my voice.
I look and I see a younger generation that doesn’t care about that and just wants to move on. Who can blame them, after all we’re all mixed in with Scandinavians now and this young generation has blond hair and blue eyes and a prime spot on a winning team. It looks that way to me anyway seeing how hard the young ones are working to forget that chapter of losers that were so horrible they had to be murdered.
Its more than that to. There is this resurgence of denial and a tide of hatred rising. We mustn’t forget or let our guards down. We must always speak out even when we see respect turn to hate in people’s eyes over something immutable like DNA or merely just stepping out of the group of belonging as one of them. It hurts but we must when its called for. If we don’t then the generations to come will see millions more lives cut short by hate, It happens every day all around us. Its happening somewhere (lots of somewheres) right now.

Q: These doctors are willing to go into Ebola infested areas because they believe ebola is so bad that people need help BUT they are unwilling to voluntarily quarantine themselves to keep ebola out of an ebola free country???? Now, does that make any sense?


April Lunababy's Answer: Yes, it makes lots of sense medically and legally. Now for preventing panic is another matter and would be purely politically driven. I think assuring the public can also be a legitimate governmental concern, but remember these people haven't done anything wrong and are not criminals. Furthermore, the governmental interest needs to be very strong and the consequences need to be clearly spelled out in advance ( they can't change the rules as they go. Its called 'due process' and its a very highly protected constitutional right, the suspension of which constitutes martial law. Do you want martial law? That's what you're demanding). Now the law in Maine is very clear that they have to prove she is in infected or reasonably likely infected. That's a pretty high burden of proof they have to meet. If they can't meet it then they need their asses sued off. Unless and until she shows symptoms she can't make anyone sick, so there is no danger.


U.S. quarantines 'chilling' Ebola fight in West Africa: MSF
http://www.reuters.com/article/2014/10/30/us-health-ebola-usa-msf-idUSKBN0IJ2PR20141030

From MSF's webpage: October 29 Statement on Regulations for Health Care Workers Returning From West Africa
http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/article/october-29-statement-regulations-health-care-workers-returning-west-Africa

Samantha Power defends Ebola guidelines; praises airlines
http://www.reuters.com/article/2014/10/31/us-health-ebola-usa-power-idUSKBN0IK1MH20141031

An Editorial on Ebola Quarantines

Also posted to my Tumblog.
I'm going to share my opinion on ebola worker and incoming West African traveler quarantines because I see things in my feeds and there are lots of messages about this going on.
Neither Dr. Spencer or Amber Vinson violated any of the official guidelines that were given to them by other doctors with MSF and the CDC. Dr. Spencer followed the rules precisely and summoned the proper authorities the moment he spiked a fever. He wasn't symptomatic and therefore contagious before that point. Ms. Vinson immediately notified the CDC when she noticed her temperature climbing (before she actually had a fever) and followed their directives as well. Hers was actually caught extremely early due to her vigilance as evidenced by her going home today.
Also, I do expect a little common curtsey from U.S. Customs and airport staff particularly in a situation like this where the person isn't accused of any wrong doing whatsoever. I honestly also expect a little medical training, common sense, and evenhandedness (not power trippers) so they can do their jobs properly, especially since they are being paid by our tax dollars. Actually, I'd expect a nurse on duty or call at all times for what we pay. I most certainly would also expect a lot more organization and some plans in place for all the deficits our government has run up over the years. All that money we spent and no ebola contingency plans? Really?
I think reassuring the public and maintaining calm could be a compelling governmental interest justifying a mandatory quarantine  period. I understand that the scientific basis for determining a quarantine would be removed under that standard.
That said, I also expect better quarantine conditions then the ones that Ms. Hickox was held in.  They removed all of her luggage and personal belongings from her except for her iphone. Thankfully for her she got to keep her iphone or Lord only knows what horrors she'd still be enduring. From there, they undressed her and put her in a paper gown and placed her in a super gross, unheated tent equipped with a port-a-potty and no running water, no T.V., no computer internet, no reading materials, and most importantly she was denied access initially to a lawyer. If she had gone and robbed a bank she would have been treated better.
Its one thing to quarantine, its another to treat people like garbage. The fact is she wasn't even deemed worthy of being housed in an actual building. What happened with Ms. Troh and her family was also a disgrace. She was guarded by armed police and hounded by the media. Pictures were posted so people could hurl abuse on her and mock her poverty and her plight. Honestly, it was abusive and pitiful and she nothing wrong in all the world to deserve that mistreatment. I'm reading a lot of derogatory remarks about these health care workers now. Its disheartening to see the extent of the ugliness revealed. We can enforce rules and quarantine without being inhumane. there is no call for the nastiness and vitriol that's been circulating out there on the internet.

The Flower of Infinite Peace

There was a special rare flower that was the only one of its kind known in existence. It was kept in a monastery high in the Himalayan Mountains and was called The Flower of Infinite Peace. The monks that kept it were given a sign that when it started to reproduce it was to be dispensed to the leaders of the most powerful countries in the world. There should be at least one sent to every continent on the planet

Now this flower didn't need tending. It didn't need water, soil, and therefore a pot. They didn't even keep it in sunlight. Although sunlight would not have harmed it, it wasn't necessary. They kept it in a dark room on an alter with a lamp burning constantly and incense offerings given next to it for centuries.

This delicate flower had the purest white blossoms with strange vine like stems like an orchid and it laid spread out on the alter. It seemed to need only air to live and grew from a pod. It never faded and was always fresh.

This flower sat there as fresh as ever dispensing its wisdom to all within its presence. This flower resonated with creation and was a great mystery. All the monks that tended this flower felt tremendous peace in its presence and it was said that this flower helped the devout reach enlightenment and was considered one of the greatest treasures in the world to those that knew about it. You could feel the flower's resonance within your consciousness and it was like a vibration within you.

So after all these centuries, (maybe a thousand or even more years) other pods began to split off from the main pod. Though they didn't bloom but were dormant, there were dozens of them. Each pod was carefully harvested and placed in a ginger jar until the appointed time to dispense them came. It took decades to harvest them all but what is almost a century to a plant that lives for thousands of years?

As the flower was about to shed its last pod it sent a message to its tenders. This last pod was to be special and set aside from the rest and placed next to it on the alter. Then all the rest were to be dispensed around the world. As they pulled them out of the jar and packaged them for shipment the plant would telepathically tell them where each pod was to be sent. The final pod was to be sent to the President of the United States.

Now these monks were highly enlightened thanks to this plant so they believed one of the qualities of this plant was that it spread enlightenment. So they rationalized that by dispersing these pods they would spread enlightenment to the world's leaders and elites. They hoped that by doing this they would set off a chain reaction of enlightenment among all of humanity and ultimately the human race would become as one and harmonious with no more ego or war. Hence the flower's name, The Flower of Infinite Peace.

Sadly, they didn't really understand how this flower actually worked. Nor did they understand the state the bulk of humanity had fallen into while they were ensconced safely in their monastery far from the tumult of civilizations. They didn't understand how greedy, flippant, and shallow people had become over the centuries. On the contrary though, the flower fully understood as it had been listening to humankind for all this time. Humanity had reverberated within it like a radio receiver and when the conditions were ripe it sent the message to disperse itself.

So with little fanfare or wonderment a secretary somewhere in the White House opened the box and found a dull little pod with nothing to suggest its specialness. It was similar in weight and texture to a milkweed pod, only completely enclosed. Although the note said it was a great treasure that belonged to Buddha himself, it was scoffed at, thrown around even and set aside like junk. It was only fortunate that it wasn't thrown into the trash.

Having safely arrived on the North American continent it began to send out its signals to the consciousness of the population here. It was very subtle at first as it hadn't germinated yet. Once the pods were all dispersed to their appointed locations, the mother plant began to die as its life cycle was complete and the pod next to her began to grow, as did all the others. As they grew they became more powerful. The new "mother plant" sent its commands to all the others.

The President of the United States felt it the strongest at first. It reverberated in his brain and he ventured downstairs and went straight to it and carried it up to the Oval Office. What the monks hadn't understood is that the rest of the world wasn't ready for this. As a matter of fact, the world was less ready for this then it had been a thousand years before. Although subtle and unbeknownst to humanity, the mother plant had resonated within the crystalline collective consciousness of humanity and amplified its nature and predilections in generation after generation throughout all those centuries. The result was that man became more and more depraved.

That brings us to the true nature of The Flower of Infinite Peace; its an amplifier. The monks were already enlightened and peaceful and the flower promised them it would bring peace and enlightenment to all of humanity in due time. Yea, it would insist upon peace no matter what. However, it couldn't amplify or mirror back what wasn't already there. If the monks had truly understood, they probably would have never sent the pods out into all of the world. Then again, they might have still.

So as we look all about with wars erupting everywhere, the rich obscenely so more than ever, economic crisis and collapses, protests, rioting, looting... Its all the amplification of the satellite flowers the world over.

As the flowers' powers took hold of the human race it grabbed a hold of the President and the leaders of the most powerful countries as well. Wars and chaos erupted everywhere and became more frequent. Far from peace, these flowers brought war and discord but wouldn't settle ultimately for anything less than peace. Peace it would have as our President entered the codes into the system that would launch thousands of ICBMs across the globe. As they detonated, the flower felt PEACE at last as the world was destroyed.

Then untold eons later an alien looking being stood over a hole in some ice in the very highest mountains with a spherical ship hovering overhead. The figure bent down and grasped the hand of a companion and helped them to the surface. In his hand he held a delicate white flower as they boarded their vessel.

50th Anniversary of the Civil Rights Act of 1964

I know that racism is still a very serious problem in America and there have been a lot of setbacks for minorities and people of color in recent years. That’s putting it mildly. The Supreme Court hasn’t been too kind to anyone expect the incorporated and the super wealthy. In no way would I want to minimize the effects of this on so many people.

 

However, I’ll confess that I get a little irritated because everyone acts like the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was just about racism, when it covered other criteria for discrimination as well. Most interesting to me amongst those criteria was the last minute addition of “sex” in the list as a consensus breaker so that this legislation wouldn’t pass. That’s right, “sex” was an after thought and then only to prevent this act from passing.

In light of past statements from Justice Scalia about the 14th Amendment not applying to women and now the Hobby Lobby ruling that allows discrimination in compensation packages for female employees if an employer finds female employees medical needs “repugnant” to their religious sensibilities, I think there needs to be more emphasis on the escalation of sex based discrimination and the erosion of women’s rights since the turn of this century.

At least many people are willing to admit racism is an issue. Sexism however really gets short shrift. I just wanted to bring attention to this issue in light of yesterday’s Supreme Court ruling is all, especially when I went through the news feeds on this and saw not a single mention of any other criteria enumerated in the Civil Rights Act. Understand that I know black people really made this happen with their activism and sacrifices but even one mention of women’s issues in relation to this anniversary would have been refreshing.

Ivy & dogwood on Kitchen Window Sill

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” ― Henri Matisse

Penumbra

“It is better to have a line drawn somewhere in the penumbra between darkness and light, than to remain in uncertainty.”
―Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

Ancient Scroll Entitled "Rules of War"
06/26/12 at 07:20:13
Ancient Scroll Entitled "Rules of War"
I had two dreams in a row where a friend that recently passed was going over legal documents with me, except it wasn't really him. I don't think I actually saw his face in those dreams, which is unusual (and a giveaway). This person had hands that belonged to a dark entity that stalks me, which I call "Mr. Tall, Dark, & Creepy." So, I'm pretty sure he was impersonating my friend.
Anyway, he was wearing my friend's clothes and we were in some chamber in what seemed to be his castle (in the spiritual realms) where he did his business, like an office. He had taken out some scrolls and unrolled them. These scrolls unrolled top to bottom and had that old style calligraphy on them. The hands were definitely that entity's hands unfolding the scroll, jabbing at it line by line, etc. He explained to me that there was an old spiritual conflict and that at the beginning of the conflict we all had to choose sides. The main document was The 'Rules of War' governing that conflict and outlined what was allowed and what wasn't allowed to transpire between the combatants.
He then showed me a contract I had entered into when the conflict first erupted and explained that I had entered on the opposing side to the side he entered on. IOW: We were officially and legally opponents and not friends. He said that I had changed since the outbreak of hostilities and that I had moved from being on the side I originally took (my heart had changed and I'd learned to love) and should consider switching sides. (Of course, Tall, Dark, & Creepy knows to sound good to, Hence the bit about me learning to love. He had to make it sound appealing to me and a enough like my friend to convince me. Well, he failed!)
He had a new contract drawn up but I wouldn't sign it. We went back and forth in both dreams for some time. I explained that I couldn't remember the conflict and didn't know about it. I said that I would have to trust that I took the right side to begin with. I said that I couldn't make that decision from where I am now and would have to go back to spirit before I could reconsider.
At the end what it all came down to was that I didn't want any part of the conflict and would not abide by any contract or rules of war. I renounced both! Well, he pointed out that I was in violation of the rules of war already and subject to some sort of punishment. I said, so be it because I could not in conscience follow those rules and could only follow my heart, and love those I would love, and honor those worthy of honor, and only seek peace and do what was right and just regardless of the rules.
I basically said the contract and the conflict meant nothing to me because I couldn't remember it, so it was null & void. I said I would honor whatever promises I'd made that I remembered and be friends with whoever was worthy of my friendship. I assured him that I would be his friend (Heavily qualified with as long as he was on the side of justice and was righteous, etc.) The energy got pretty intense in there but I did not sign the contract.
Whatever that entity is, it's come to me for years now and I've had no idea why. It's also shown itself in a human form a couple times and then there's sometimes a face. The main way it shows itself as human like is on a black horse with some sort of barbaric standard that has an upturned crescent over a circle and tines off to the sides with bones and feathers hanging off them. It's always dressed head to toe in black.
So... Doing a Google search:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_of_the_Sons_of_Light_Against_the_Sons_of_Darkness
"The War of the Sons of Light Against the Sons of Darkness, also known as "War Rule", "Rule of War", and the "War Scroll," is a manual for military organization and strategy that was discovered among the Dead Sea Scrolls."
"These scrolls contain an apocalyptic prophecy of a war between the Sons of Light and the Sons of Darkness. The war is first described as an attack by the Sons of Light, consisting of the sons of Levi, the sons of Judah, and the sons of Benjamin, and the exiled of the desert, against Edom, Moab, the sons of Ammon, the Amalekites, Philistia, and the Kittim of Asshur (referred to as the army of Belial), and [those who assist them from among the wicked] who "violate the covenant." In the end, all of Darkness is to be destroyed and Light will live in peace for all eternity. The war is then described again as a conflict between the congregation of God and the congregation of men. The rest of the document is a detailed description of the events of the war and the ways in which it should be conducted. Yigael Yadin and Géza Vermes have argued that the descriptions of the armament, equipment, and formation of the Sons of Light suggest a basis in Roman methods of warfare."
"1QM consists of 19 columns, of which the first 14-19 lines of each have been preserved.
i. Summarizes the war between the “Sons of Light” and “Sons of Darkness.” ii-ix. Deals with the battles between the tribes in greater detail, telling of a total forty years of combat. Columns iii-iv deal almost exclusively with the inscriptions meant to be displays on banners, trumpets, darts, etc. x-xiv. A number of liturgical pieces. xv-xix. Describes the seven-stage battle, led by the priests, between Light and Darkness. The battle is finally won by divine intervention.
Because xv-xix is believed to describe the war which took place in the first seven years of the forty year war, many scholars feel that, at one time, more columns existed."
I think in the spiritual realms, the conflict is very real and there is a scroll there delineating the rules of engagement by that name. I also think there really are "Sons of Darkness" and "Sons of Light" there as well
Here are some other links that might possibly be relevant. Then again maybe not or none of it even matters at all. Maybe time will tell.
http://www.piney.com/DocDSSWar.html
http://onetruth.weebly.com/1/post/2011/06/the-law-that-governs-the-spiritual-war.html
Apparently this refers back to the Book of Enoch and the Battle in Heaven. So maybe just remember that "All is fair in love and war."
So here is a rule and it's the first and foremost rule of spirit encounters:
Never ever negotiate or sign contracts with entities--- EVER!
If you do, immediately call on the white light and higher powers to free you from it.
As much as we love light, there is darkness out there. (Think of serial killers etc. They are real and from the dark side).
Be smart and protect yourselves.
Remember, in the spirit realm, the good/light entities never ask for contracts. However, much like the 'real' world, the bad guys love them.

Introduction to the ‘Visions From the Night Series’

Gentle one, do tell of these dreams of times long gone,
Of castle turrets, princesses, and winged foes rising from the mists.
These mists of long ago in the time before thoughts or even mind existed,
So long ago.
Do tell the story of the middling way of the valley of Gauladal between the great rivers where the mighty oaks of Odin once grew,
Where the maid children were split asunder and made his ravens,
Where the lads were made his wolves in their blood.
Oh fair one, remember that under that tree was an enchanted garden filled with magical roses where the fairies danced and trilled.
In the deep and darkest night of your soul you will remember and not tremble or fear anymore at the remembrance from the time before time.
Now do not believe these fairies are the fae we all know thanks to Disney and the story tellers amongst us.
For these are the immortal, elemental fairies of long ago that none dare cross or disturb lest their cursed shadow fall upon you and destroy you and destroy your life, your wealth, and your health. For they will crush you mere human if you are not careful. Lest the smoke of their black fire rise up from them and strike you down in the prime of your life.
Lest they covet you or you rouse their envy. Tis best they never notice you and you tiptoe away as silently as you came
or even more silently.
Anyway, with in the middling part of the Valley Gauladal where the gods once trod — the very gods that we all forgot in those aforementioned mists of time so long ago…
In that mittling way dwells the elemental fairies and their ilk waiting for us to remember them,
waiting for another day,
waiting to return.
But sometimes in the night
in the darkest parts of our minds they stir and demand our recollections from deep within our psyches,
from when we lived beside them lifetimes ago–
So far past that we can barely remember.
They creep ever so quietly into our bedrooms and stare upon our sleeping forms in the night and wonder how we could ever have forgotten them from so long ago in the lost age of dragons and gods.
They descended from the heights of the fjords,
and traversed to the mountainous passes of Scotland,
and rode the waves across the sea, and crossed a continent to reach the plains of the New world so that they might reach us.
They remind us of when we walked beside them and pledged never to forget them or our friendship for all time and across all boundaries
even when we returned to the stars.
So they try to prod us to make us remember. They stir us to remember the age of heroes, gods, Viking, and Princes of the Church. From here we will commence a journey to find where it all began. To remember when we were cast down from the heavens above to dwell in these dusty bodies,
to be molded into jars of clay. When the gods bent down to take our hands and joined us for a spell.
So began the most amazing story, or at least an interesting tale to pass a winter evening.