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Merry Meet also featuring The Silent Treatment and Thought for the day.
Merry Meet, I hope you are all keeping well and looking forward to the new year. It pleases me that my website has brought in a lot of emails from right across the board, yep i have had plenty of negative ones but to all those who wish to put another down i say get a grip loll. It is still my intention to put a varied amount of information on the site so if you do not see what you are looking for simply ask i will continue to post varied topics. Just time this morning to leave you a little script i came across bye for now Dennis.
THE SILENT TREATMENT.
A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00am for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, “Please wake me at 5:00am.” He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00am and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn’t wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, “It is 5:00 am. Wake up.” Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
Thought for the day:
A teacher’s purpose is not to create students in his own image, but to develop students who can create their own image.”
Carl’s Garden.
Carl was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well.
Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister’s residence, he responded in his characteristically un-assuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.
He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, “Would you like a drink from the hose?”
The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, “Yeah, sure”, with a malevolent little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl’s arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl’s assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg.
He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn’t get there fast enough to stop it. “Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?” the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head.
“Just some punk kids. I hope they’ll wise-up someday.” His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.
Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, “Carl, what are you doing?”
“I’ve got to finish my watering. It’s been very dry lately”, came the calm reply. Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.
A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn’t rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.
Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.
The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.
“Don’t worry old man, I’m not gonna hurt you this time.” The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.
“What’s this?” Carl asked.
“It’s your stuff,” the man explained. “It’s your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet.”
“I don’t understand,” Carl said. “Why would you help me now?”
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. “I learned something from you”, he said. “I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn’t hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate.” He stopped for a moment. “I couldn’t sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back.” He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. “That bag’s my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess.” And with that, he walked off down the street.
Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.
He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn’t know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church. The minister spoke of Carl’s garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, “Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.”
The following spring another flyer went up. It read: “Person needed to care for Carl’s garden.” The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister’s office door.
Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. “I believe this is my job, if you’ll have me,” the young man said.
The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl’s kindness had turned this man’s life around.
As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, “Yes, go take care of Carl’s garden and honor him.”
The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community.
But he never forgot his promise to Carl’s memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it. One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn’t care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, “My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she’s bringing him home on Saturday.”
“Well, congratulations!” said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. “That’s wonderful! What’s the baby’s name?”
“Carl,” he replied.
Quotes page 24.
A smile confuses an approaching frown.
The world always looks brighter from behind a smile.
If you smile at someone, they might smile back.
Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it.
Always remember to be happy because you never know who’s falling in love with your smile.
Everyone smiles in the same language.
If you don’t have a smile, I’ll give you one of mine.
I’ve never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful.
Smiling is infectious,
You can catch it like the flu.
Someone smiled at me today,
And I started smiling too.
Smile – sunshine is good for your teeth.
If you don’t start out the day with a smile, it’s not too late to start practicing for tomorrow.
Smiling is my favorite exercise.
Wear a smile – one size fits all.
Every day you spend without a smile, is a lost day.
A smile is like tight underwear – it makes your cheeks go up.
A friendly look, a kindly smile, one good act, and life’s worthwhile.
Keep smiling – it makes people wonder what you’ve been up to.
A smile can brighten the darkest day.
Smile, it lets your teeth breathe.
It takes seventeen muscles to smile and forty-three to frown.
If you would like to spoil the day for a grouch, give him a smile.
A smile is a powerful weapon; you can even break ice with it.
Most smiles are started by another smile.
A smile is something you can’t give away; it always comes back to you.
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he cannot get along without it and none is so poor that he cannot be made rich by it. Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.
It takes a lot of work from the face to let out a smile, but just think what good smiling can bring to the most important muscle of the body… the heart.
Consciousness: that annoying time between naps.
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.
Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation.
People who snore always fall asleep first.
The best cure for insomnia is a Monday morning.
There is no hope for a civilization which starts each day to the sound of an alarm clock.
Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it’s time to get up.
I’m not asleep… but that doesn’t mean I’m awake.
Sleep ’til you’re hungry, eat ’til you’re sleepy.
Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine.
Skip like the wind!
Skipping is inner joy and outer joy.
Skiing is a dance, and the mountain always leads.
Stretch pants – the garment that made skiing a spectator sport.
When it comes to skiing, there’s a difference between what you think it’s going to be like, what it’s really like, and what you tell your friends it was like.
Skiing is the only sport where you spend an arm and a leg to break an arm and a leg.
The sun is bright and the powder bitchin’.
Traverse: One of two ways to stop while skiing. Tree: The other method.
All things are possible, except for skiing through a revolving door.
Gravity is love and every turn is a leap of faith.
Skiing: the art of catching cold and going broke while rapidly heading nowhere at great personal risk.
There’s no waiting for friends on a powder day.
Snow: a form of precipitation that usually occurs three weeks prior to and the morning of your departure from your ski vacation.
Turn right, turn left, repeat as necessary.
The ski bum trades security for face shots, the future for the moment. Considering how hollow the promise of a corporate career has become, who can say the ski bum is not the wiser investor in his or her youth?
If you aren’t crashing, you aren’t skiing.
If you marry a skier, marry tall – they walk with their knees bent ten months out of the year.
If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.
In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.
A sister is a forever friend.
When mom and dad don’t understand, a sister always will.
An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.
There is no better friend than a sister. And there is no better sister than you.
Our roots say we’re sisters, our hearts say we’re friends.
A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.
It was nice growing up with someone like you – someone to lean on, someone to count on… someone to tell on!
Sisters may share the same mother and father but appear to come from different families.
Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
Sisters are blossoms in the garden of life.
Quotes page 18.
Decaf? No, it’s dangerous to dilute my caffeine stream.
There is nothing colder than a scorned women’s heart.
On Earth we are all doing time, its how we do it that matters.
You don’t have to have money to be rich.
Wisdom comes in many forms at times we don’t recognize it.
Do a bad deed that’s a demon seed.
Chocolate, men, coffee – some things are better rich.
Petroleum and coffee had no value a few centuries ago.
Caffeine isn’t a drug, it’s a vitamin!
Deja Brew: The feeling that you’ve had this coffee before.
Forever: Time it takes to brew the first pot of coffee in the morning.
Don’t drink coffee in the morning. It will keep you awake until noon.
Be a coffee-drinking individual – espresso yourself!
I make serious coffee – so strong it wakes up the neighbors.
In America you can buy bucket-sized cups of coffee in any flavour you like other than coffee-flavour.
Man does not live by coffee alone. Have a danish.
Coffee, n. break fluid.
I don’t have a problem with caffeine. I have a problem without caffeine!
C:\COFFEE.POT missing (A)bort (R)etry (F)all asleep?
If it ain’t decaffeinated, it ain’t coffee!
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
Ultimate office automation – networked coffee machines.
Everybody should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another coffee.
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal™:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.
Coffee: The first peripheral!
I like my coffee like my women: hot, strong, steamy.
Retirement is one great big giant coffee break.
My blood type is Folgers.
All the coffee in Columbia won’t make me a morning person.
Do I like my coffee black? There are other colors?
Don’t laugh at the coffee. Some day you, too, may be old and weak.
COFFEE.SYS Not Found: User start up disabled.
I’d stop drinking coffee, but I’m no quitter.
RISING.SUN detected: (A)nother coffee, (C)old shower, (S)leep?
Caffeine Allocation Error: COFFEE.SYS missing, Programmer halted.
if(pot.coffee=EMPTY) {programmer->;brain=OFF};
Docs? Oh, you mean the stuff you wipe up coffee with?
Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.
If you have a college degree you can be absolutely sure of one thing… you have a college degree.
The purpose of a liberal education is to make you philosophical enough to accept the fact that you will never make much money.
To kill time, a committee meeting is the perfect weapon.
If computers get too powerful, we can organize them into committees. That’ll do them in.
A camel looks like a horse that was planned by a committee.
A committee is a group of the unwilling chosen form the unfit, to do the unnecessary.
If you live in a country run by committee, be on the committee.
In trying to get our own way, we should remember that kisses are sweeter than whine.
To make a criticism is a bit like complaining about the shape of the Pyramids.
If computers get too powerful, we can organize them into committees. That’ll do them in.
The problem with troubleshooting is that trouble shoots back.
Never let a computer know you’re in a hurry.
Computers have lots of memory but no imagination.
Back up my hard drive? How do I put it in reverse?
Don’t anthropomorphize computers – they hate it.
I haven’t lost my mind; I have a tape back-up somewhere.
I just wish my mouth had a backspace key.
If it draws blood, it’s hardware.
In God we trust, all others we virus scan.
Jesus saves! The rest of us better make backups.
RAM disk is not an installation procedure.
The attention span of a computer is only as long as its power cord.
There are 10 types of people in this world: those who understand binary and those who don’t.
Computers are like air conditioners. They work fine until you start opening windows.
The Creation Of Cat.
In the morning of the world, God called all the animals together to divide among them the attributes they would need in life. The beasts crowded around Him, clamoring their wants-speed, strength, intelligence, beauty, courage-and only the cat remained apart, silent. She asked for nothing, but sat and watched, and when she saw the scorpion raise his tail and go to sting the foot of God, the cat pounced, seizing him in her paws and knocking him senseless. God saw this, and gave freely to the cat everything the others were demanding. That is why the scorpion lives his life in the dust, and why the cat smiles in her sleep.
When God made the world, He chose to put animals in it, and decided to give each whatever it wanted. All the animals formed a long line before His throne, and the cat quietly went to the end of the line. To the elephant and the bear He gave strength, to the rabbit and the deer, swiftness; to the owl, the ability to see at night, to the birds and the butterflies; great beauty; to the fox, cunning; to the monkey, intelligence; to the dog, loyalty; to the lion, courage; to the otter, playfulness. All these were things the animals begged of God. At last He came to the end of the line. There sat the little cat, waiting patiently.
“What will you have?” God asked the cat.
The cat shrugged modestly. “Oh, whatever scraps you have left over. I don’t mind.”
“But I’m God. I have everything left over.”
“Then I’ll have a little of everything, please.”
And God gave a great shout of laughter at the cleverness of this small animal, and gave the cat everything she asked for, adding grace and elegance and, only for her, a gentle purr that would always attract humans and assure her a warm and comfortable home.
But he took away her false modesty.
Cat Miracle Diet.
Most diets fail because we are still thinking and eating like people. For those us who have never had any success dieting. Well now there is the new Miracle Cat Diet! This diet will also work on humans!
Except for cats that eat like people — such as getting lots of table scraps — most cats are long and lean (or tiny and petite). The Cat Miracle Diet will help you achieve the same lean, svelte figure. Just follow this diet for one week and you’ll find that you not only look and feel better, but you will have a whole new outlook onitutes food. Good Luck!
DAY ONE
Breakfast: Open can of expensive gourmet cat food. Any flavor as long as it cost more than 75 cents per can — and place 1/4 cup on your plate. Eat 1 bite of food; look aroundinfully. Knock the rest on the floor. Stare at the wall for awhile before stalking off into the other room.
Lunch: Four blades of grass and one lizard tail. Throw it back up on the cleanest carpet in your house.
Dinner: Catch a moth and play with it until it is almost dead. Eat one wing. Leave the rest to die.
Bedtime snack: Steal one green bean from your spouse’s or partner’s plate. Bat it around the floor until it goes under the refrigerator. Steal one small piece of chicken and eat half of it. Leave the other half on the sofa. Throw out the remaining gourmet cat food from the can you opened this morning.
DAY TWO
Breakfast: Picking up the remaining chicken bite from the sofa. Knock it onto the carpet and bat it under the television set. Chorner of the newspaper as your spouse/partner tries to read it.
Lunch: Break into the fresh French bread that you bought as your part Of the dinner party on Saturday. Lick the tl over. Take one bite out of the middle of the loaf.
Afternoon snack: Catch a large beetle and bring it into the house. Play toss and catch with it until it is muf dead. Allow it to escape under the bed.
Dinner: Open a fresh can of dark-colored gourmet cat food — tuna or beef works well. Eat it voraciously. Walk from your kitchen to the edge of the living room rug. Promptly throw up on the rug. Step into it as you leave. Track footprints across the entire room.
DAY THREE
Breakfast: Drink part of the milk from your spouse’s or partner’s cereal bowl when no one is looking. Splatter part of it on the closest polished aliance you can find.
Lunch: Catch a small bird and bring it into the house. Play with on top of your down-filled comforter. Make sure the bird is seriously injured but not dead before you abandon it for someone else toal with.
Dinner: Beg and cry until you are given some ice cream or milk in a bowl of your own. Take three licks/laps and then turn the bowl over on the floor.
FINAL DAY
Breakfast: Eat 6 bugs, any type, being sure to leave a collection of legs, wings, antennae on the bathroom floor. Drink lots of water. Throw the bugs and all of the water up on your spouse’s or partner’s pillow.
Lunch: Remove the chicken skin from last night’s chicken-to-go leftovers your spouse or partner placed in the trash can. Drag the skin across the floor several times. Chew it in a corner and then abandon.
Dinner: Open another can of expensive gourmet cat food. Select a flavor that is especially runny, like Chicken and Giblets in Gravy. Lick off all the gravy and leave the actual meat to dry and get hard.
Why Cats Are Better Than Men.
Cats keep their opinions to themselves.
Cats don’t criticize your mother.
Cats never question how much you’re eating.
Cats never claim they know how to fix larger appliances.
Cats understand the importance of beauty sleep.
Cats are happy to let you drive.
Cats always look good first thing in the morning.
One good purr can be worth a thousand words.
Cats don’t complain when you get a short haircut.
Cats love it when you go shopping.
Cats never return the gifts you get them.
Cats are able to keep the romance alive.
You can let a cat out at night and it always comes back.
Cats are never late for dinner.
You can put a name tag on a cat if it shows signs of wandering.
Cats keep your feet warm.
Cats are furry things that are nice to look at.
Cats don’t have a Mother-In-Law.
Cats lick their own private parts.
The only bottle cats hit is the milk.
A cat always hits the litter box.
Better chance of training a cat.
No matter what your cat drags into your house, you don’t have to pretend you like it.
You never have to spend time with your cat’s mother.
If you ask enough times, a cat may actually listen to you.
A cat purrs when you serve him dinner.
It’s okay if a cat rubs up against your best friend.
You don’t have to worry about your cat turning into a pig when you host a party.
A cat knows you’re the key to his happiness… a man thinks he is.
If a cat jumps into your lap, a little light petting will satisfy him.
Dudes, don’t shower or shave with your kitten.
I have this cat whom I found as kitten, too young to have been weaned properly and sick – without intervention he wouldn’t have survived on his own much longer. I nursed him back to health, had to hand feed him for awhile, and I became very attached to him. He’s now really healthy, a beautiful orange tabby and we get along great, but our relationship hit a very rocky point one morning. We’ve patched things up, reasonably well, but memories of this particular morning will always haunt us – particularly me.
But now the point: I shave after I get out of the shower. I throw a towel around my waist, but other than that I shave naked. Like I said my kitten – let’s call him Butters – is hanging out in the bathroom the whole time. At this point he’s maybe 4 months old, still young, but full of energy. He’s playing, doing his thing, and eventually he starts rolling and playing around my feet. ‘How sweet,’ I think. ‘This is a great cat.’
Next thing I know i’m on the floor, curled in the foetus position with blood dripping down my chin from a razor cut and Butters is hiding out behind the porcelain throne, starring at me with huge, dilated eyes.
Yeah, he went there.
Dangling objects + kitten = kill.
For those who still haven’t caught on, while playing around my feet Butters must have looked up and seen the ole’ twig and berries, and decide that it would be a great idea to give the danglies a swat. He had good aim – very good aim…
I don’t understand masochists.
Welcome featuring Indian Wedding Blessing also thought for the day.
It is with spirits high that i welcome you this fine day and do hope you are all well and happy. I was asked a while ago what happiness meant to me, after a little thought i came up with the following: happiness is the feeling of contentment, a feeling of self worth, and the ability to make others happy. It is sometimes hard to put on a smile every day and keep your chin up of this i know only to well, what with the pressures of modern day living and the economic situation being what it is. Any way ask yourself a question: are you happy? if not why not, and what can you do to change the situation that is making you unhappy, look close enough there is an answer.
I often look back on my life and sigh, i could have done many things differently, but this only comes with experience and the willingness to look deep inside ones self with honesty. Yes i have regrets but i cannot change what has happened in the past nor would i wish to for that is how it was meant to be at the time… getting a bit deep this, any way candle blessing went well this morning and its all systems go in the world of the wiseoldwiccan so give me a shout if you need a chat Dennis.
Indian Wedding Blessing.
Now we feel no rain, for each of us will be a shelter to the other.
Now we feel no cold, for each of us will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no loneliness, for each of us will be a companion to the other.
We are two bodies, but there is one life before us and one home.
When evening falls, I’ll look up and there you will be.
I’ll take your hand; you’ll take mine and we’ll turn together
to look at the road we travelled to reach this: the hour of our happiness.
It stretches behind us, even as the future lies ahead.
A long and winding road, whose every turning means discovery.
Old hopes, new laughter, shared fears.
The adventure has just begun.
Thought for the day:
Since i left school till now i wonder how much money has passed through my hands ?
Attitude in Life.
Jerry is the manager of a restaurant in America. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”
Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs, so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always there, telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, “I don’t get it! No one can be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I always choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I always choose the positive side of life.”
“But it’s not always that easy,” I protested
“Yes it is,” Jerry said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It’s your choice how you live your life.”
Several years later, I heard that Jerry accidentally did something you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business: he left the back door of his restaurant open one morning and was robbed by three armed men.
While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments Of the bullets still in his body.
I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Want to see my scars?”
I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.
“The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door, ” Jerry replied. “Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or could choose to die. I chose to live.” “Weren’t you scared” I asked. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read ‘He’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.”
“What did you do?” I asked. “Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me,” said Jerry. “She asked if I was allergic to anything.” ‘Yes,’ I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, ‘Bullets!’ Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead’.”
Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it. The only thing that is truly yours – that no one can control or take from you – is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.
Welcome featuring Seraphim Call also Thought for the day.
It is heart warming to receive so many emails with you questions about this and that, even better when i give you the answer you need. I draw on a wealth of information from friends, professionals and my own experience to bring to you a solution to a particular problem you may be experiencing, since the launch of my help section located on every post and on my main home page the life line grows daily, and a joy it is to help another long may it run.
Here in the land of the wiseoldwiccan its all systems go as usual, i have been working on new meditational techniques and make clear notes in my book of shadows of my progress. Had a long walk last night before my evening ritual which went off extremely well followed by wine and cakes as is our way. I have time this morning to leave you a little snippet i think you will enjoy so bye for now Dennis.
Seraphim Call.
Brilliant Seraphim I call to thee
Circle ’round bring love to me
Mighty Cherubim guard my gate
Remove from me sorrow and hate
Thrones stand firm stable be
Keep me steady on land or sea
I call Dominions Leadership true
May I be fair in all I do
Circles of protection Powers form
Help me weather any storm
Miraculous Virtues hover near
Elemental energies I summon here
Principalities bring global reform
Bless the world and each babe born
Glorious Arch Angels show me the way
To bring peace and harmony every day
Guardian angel Goddess might
Bless me with your guiding light.
Thought for the day:
It is sometimes better we do not know what the future has in store for us.
HIDING BEHIND THE MASK.
I think we as bereaved parents wear masks 12 months out of the year, not just on Halloween. Perhaps on Halloween we should just wear our own grief stricken face and not be noticed.
How many masks do you wear even in one week or a day? Do you wake up in the mornings feeling the pain with the knowledge that your child is no longer here? Do you “mask” that face with your old normal face to say good morning to your spouse? You can take the mask off and cry in the shower, it somehow feels so good to release some of those tears.
Then its time to wake the children for school and put on the cheerful positive mom mask. After dropping the children off at school you can once again remove the mask and feel.
Soon you will be pulling into the parking lot at work, get the mask out the mask of the competent professional. WOW!!! That’s a lot of mask changing in a short time.
Strange isn’t it how the MONSTER of pain of grief makes us put on masks to cover the pain to those who really care about us and perhaps are putting on their masks to cover their pain when they see us. Maybe we would all be so much better off if we removed our masks and let the monster pain out.
Take Hold of Every Moment.
A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:
“This, – he said – isn’t any ordinary package.” He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
“She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing’s he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:
“Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion”.
I still think those words changed my life. Now I read more and clean less. I sit on the porch without worrying about anything. I spend more time with my family, and less at work. I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it. I don’t save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words “Someday…” and “One Day…” are fading away from my dictionary. If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now.
I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I’d like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It’s these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come. I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet, letters… letters that i wanted to write “One of this days”. I would regret and feel sad, because I didn’t say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
A new month also featuring Perfect Day Recipe.
Greetings friends and a new month begins. This month is special for me as it will be a year since i first started the web site on the 12th October back in 2010. I have learned a lot about the website how it works and just how powerful it can be reaching all over the world. I am still intent on placing as much information as i can here at livethewiccanlife, and i do have lots more i wish to share with my visitors indeed. I do thank the people who have helped me so far and really do wish them well, the support i have received has been out standing and restores my faith in human kindness thank you all.
Here’s my favorite recipe. Try it. Once you have tried it you will use it over and over again with complete success.
Take a dash of cold water
Add a little leaven of pray
A little bit of sunshine gold dissolved in the morning air.
Add to your meal some merriment
A thought of kith and kin
And then a prime ingredient
Plenty of work thrown in
But spice it all with essence of love
And a little whip of play
Let a wise old book and a glance above
Complete a well spent day.
A warm welcome also featuring Fairies Love Song.
Its another grand morning here in sunny Nottingham U.K. The nights are drawing in and with a chill in the night air thoughts head towards winter and all that snow and ice… any way candle blessing went well this morning and its time once more to take stock of my wiccan supplies, running short of a few herbs so have to nip to the wiccan shop. I had a dream last night i know i did because i started writing it in my dream journal but never finished it, old age creeping up loll. Well i must be on my way so i leave you with a little Fairy song … enjoy Dennis.
FAIRIES LOVE SONG
Why should I sit and sigh
Broo and bracken, broo and bracken
Why should I sit and sigh
All alone and weary
When I see the plover rising
Or the curlew wheeling
It’s then I’ll court my mortal lover
Back to me is stealing
When the moon begins her waning
I sit by the water
Where a man born of the sunlight
Loved the Faerie’s daughter
Oh, but there is something wanting
O but I am weary
Coming blithe, now bonny treads he
O’er the knolls to cheer me.
Thought for the day:
If i never see another sun rise will i remember the last one.
Hello all also featuring the Wooden Bowls Story.
Another day in the life of thewiseoldwiccan and i hope you are all well, i started this morning with candle blessing followed by breakfast then hopefully its out into the garden to carry on with the fence painting. Once more the cat is sitting on the window sill waiting for his breakfast so i will make this a quick post for you. I have been doing a lot of spell work lately of which i enjoy, the detail, the timing and the out come are well worth the effort. Quite a lot of interest in my spell work from the general public which is pleasing, i can not see a time in the near future when i will stop spell casting so no worries there. Just got time to leave you a little story below
Wooden Bowls Story.
A frail old man lived with his son, his daughter-in-law, and his four-year-old grandson. His eyes were blurry, his hands trembled, and his step faltered.
The family would eat together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon, drooping to the floor. When he grasped his glass of milk, it often spilled clumsily at the tablecloth.
With this happening almost every night, the son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
“We must do something about grandfather,” said the son.
“I’ve had enough of his milk spilling, noisy eating and food on the floor,” the daughter-in-law agreed.
So the couple set a small table at the corner.
There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in wooden bowls. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening, before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly: “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy replied, “Oh, I’m making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
These words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears streamed down their cheeks. Though no words were spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening, the husband took grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days, grandfather ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk was spilled or the table cloth was soiled.
How to Induce a Lucid Dream.
a) How to schedule your efforts for best results
Most lucid dreams happen in the late morning hours of sleep. If you normally sleep for eight hours, you will probably have six REM periods with the last half occurring in the last quarter of the night. The probability of having a lucid dream in the last two hours of sleep is more than twice as great as the probability of having a lucid dream in the previous six hours.
If you are serious about lucid dreaming, you should arrange at least one morning a week where you can stay in bed several hours longer than usual. If you can’t afford more time in bed, there is a simple secret to increasing your lucid dreaming that requires no extra sleep.
If you are serious about lucid dreaming, you should arrange at least one morning a week where you can stay in bed several hours longer than usual. If you can’t afford more time in bed, there is a simple secret to increasing your lucid dreaming that requires no extra sleep.
b) Techniques for Lucid Dreaming
Carlos Castaneda is instructed in one of his books that the best way to have a lucid dream is to shift the attention while dreaming. His teacher advises him to look for his hands or feet during the dream, which will help him remember that he is dreaming, and have access to using his dream body. The technique does work, although it may take many trials before a person actually remembers to look at the hands or feet while they are dreaming.
Training Protocol for Lucid Dreaming.
Should be practiced each night before going to sleep.
1. Play relaxing music on low volume. Lie down and close eyes. Lie on left side if comfortable, if not, gently touch forefinger to thumb of each hand and let hands rest by side.
2. Listen to tape and do some deep breathing (Noise Removal Breathing p.87 & Level One Breathing p.86).
3. Imagine and feel a point of white light in middle of forehead. Sense it radiating its light in front of the brain and directly in front of you.
4. Imagine and feel you are walking along a deserted beach at twilight. Notice the sky, moon, stars. As you walk, sense the point of white light on forehead, look down at hands and feet. Rotate hands and look at them in the light of the moon and stars.
Next, imagine you reach the entrance to an underground cave. Walk down seven stairs, reach out to open the door and look at hand. Walk into a cavernous room with many doors. Atmosphere of calmness and peace.
You will find yourself drawn to one of the doors. Know that your chosen door holds something of value behind it. As you walk towards the door, feel the point of light, and glance down at the hands and feet. When you open the door, look at your hand. Enter the next room and explore everything – the people or beings you find there may be metaphorical. You may talk to anyone. As you explore, occasionally glance at hands or feet and feel the point of white light on the forehead.
After exploring the room, return to the first room and the entrance that leads to the stairs. Open the door and walk to the beach. Bring awareness back to physical body, and slowly open eyes.
Preparation for Lucid Dreaming
1. Lie on left side if it feels comfortable as above.
2. Close eyes, deep breathing (or Level One Breathing).
3. Imagine point of white light in forehead.
4. As your awareness rests on this point, say to yourself silently: “I intend to have lucid dreams tonight. I recognize when I am dreaming and I am able to move freely in my dream body.” (Can use any similar statement).
5. Continue to keep mental focus gently at point of light in the middle of forehead. When you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, let go of the focus.
You may change body position throughout the night. When you catch yourself dreaming, remember the point of light in forehead, and to look at hand or feet.
Dream-Initiated Lucid Dreams (DILDs)
