2.22.2013
02.22.13 Stage IV Colon Cancer's pretty Deadly! LOL
From what I see, yup, 1 year life expectancy without treatment, 20 months with chemo, maybe 3-5 years with liver resection.
Some sites I found that seem useful:
http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/liver_tumor_center/conditions/cancerous_liver_tumors/colorectal_liver_metastases.html
http://jco.ascopubs.org/content/20/6/1442.full
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1421062/
http://www.medicinenet.com/colon_cancer/page6.htm#What_are_the_treatments_and_survival_for_colon_cancer
Some sites I found that seem useful:
http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/liver_tumor_center/conditions/cancerous_liver_tumors/colorectal_liver_metastases.html
http://jco.ascopubs.org/content/20/6/1442.full
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1421062/
http://www.medicinenet.com/colon_cancer/page6.htm#What_are_the_treatments_and_survival_for_colon_cancer
Psychological effects of bullying can last years. Reuters
| Reuters | - |
By
Genevra Pittman. NEW YORK | Thu Feb 21, 2013 1:07pm EST. NEW YORK
(Reuters Health) - Kids who were bullied and acted as bullies themselves
were at higher risk for depression, anxiety and panic disorder years
down the line, in a new study.
2.21.2013
nd 'We're so Godless, Joyless, cuz Christ-likeness, Loving, Godliness... Look like Suffering, Sacrifice, Sadness... to the Fleshly Spirit! But the Truth is like Teresa of Calcutta said: "I've learned the paradox that if I love until it hurts, there is no more hurt; only more Love." ' Loving
nd 'We're so Godless, Joyless, cuz Christ-likeness, Loving, Godliness... Look like Suffering, Sacrifice, Sadness... to the Fleshly Spirit! But the Truth is like Teresa of Calcutta said: "I've learned the paradox that if I love until it hurts, there is no more hurt; only more Love." ' Loving
nd 'The Gospel in a Nutshell: God is, IS, = Loving. Loving is Participating in, with, God. Participating With God is Heaven, to be In the Kingdom. That's it. That's all.' Loving
nd 'The Gospel in a Nutshell: God is, IS, = Loving. Loving is Participating in, with, God. Participating With God is Heaven, to be In the Kingdom. That's it. That's all.' Loving
nd 'Probably the Lesson I've learned, most Surprising... is to Return Good for Evil. Jesus Teaching. Only 'seen' by me within recent months; just beginning to practice it. This is the Essence of how to be Loving, Christlike, Christian, Good.... Darn.' Loving
nd 'Probably the Lesson I've learned, most Surprising... is to Return Good for Evil. Jesus Teaching. Only 'seen' by me within recent months; just beginning to practice it. This is the Essence of how to be Loving, Christlike, Christian, Good.... Darn.' Loving
nd 'Hmmm. Seems like very often, the Creator calls the ones She's most pleased with home, early.' Loving
nd 'Hmmm. Seems like very often, the Creator calls the ones She's most pleased with home, early.' Loving
02.21.13 Cancer Update: Mel and Saleh seem deeply sad. I'm so surprised, so touched. So surprised.
How much do you think that the oyster is saddened by the thought of the sand that is so irritating to it, tween its soft parts, and its shell, well, going kaput? Right. Not much.
Well, I'm that sand, and the world is, well, my oyster. LOL. Always has been that way with me. I AM, my very being, my very Soul IS agitation for a more Beautiful, Divine, Blest, Joyful world, and the world, like that oyster, doesn't like it, the agitation, the sand, me, Loving - not now, not yesterday, not much throughout my 61 years. The oyster, the world, want's it, the sand, the annoyance, the irritation... gone. And that's how 98% of the people close, and far throughout my life have felt toward me. Totally expected, now [boy, for most of my decades I sure didn't get it]. Not real fun for me, but totally goes with the territory, the Being I have, the Soul I have, the territory. I get it. I want to be Sand. I want us to get, to become the Pearl, so sand, for me, it is, and all the trappings.
Whining? Am I whining? Feeling sorry for myself? My guess is that there are few on earth that have been Truly Loved - probably not one in 10,000. Maybe not one in 100,000. Liked? Yes. Enjoyed? Yes. Loved? Not more than one in 1000, for sure, in any stage or walk of life, really Loved in this sick, and ever sickening, Loveless, Lust-worshiping world. And probably not one in a million have been Loved as much as I, by my dad, a few teachers, my friends parents, my Philadelphia clan, my crazy Texas sister, the Secret Service here in DC and to a lesser degree, the Park Police...and others. And then there are those that for any variety of reasons have little or nothing to do with me..., and then... instants, flashes of blinding Love. Like lightening. I've been Loved more than one in 100,000, at least, have been Loved. No, I'm not whining, not complaining for me, but, yes, for us all. We are Godless, and hence exist in a Godless, Loveless world. We are Loveless, and we think it normal.
But as a connoisseur of Loving, an expert, a devote, an addict of Agape... I'm also acutely aware of how few do, how few do Love me; tho it isn't something I devote more than seconds a month thinking of regarding me - because I just know to expect indifference, at best, and in DC, from those I'd long ago have expected to be 'Family' - activists, church - animosity, disrespect, distrust, dismissal, disregard, dislike... are what I've gotten. The blinding exceptions (Lucas 4:18 for example) proving the rule....
So lack of Loving toward me is just background noise - always there - never getting my attention.... What I expect, don't notice, am used to..... And overwhelmed by the outgoing Loving I make my business to be the stuff and substance of my every breath - selfishly. Heaven.
But this is why I'm so touched, so surprised, so surprised at the deep sadness Mel and Saleh seem to feel at my diagnosis. I'm nothing but pain to them. They run a local coffee shop, 12 hours a day. I'm nothing but trouble to them. All sorts of packages, shipping, they've let me have sent to their address, since I have none - stuff used in my work. Some times I'll buy a cup of coffee, and sit, drawing electricity for a couple of hours, in their small store, taking up space that clients with $$$ could be taking. I limit my time for that reason, but still. They have no bathroom for clients, but they insist on me using their private one. This has been going on for 5 months!!!
These are fairly young guys, fairly rough, African Americans - one from DC, one from Jamaica(?).
Christ, the Spirit of Universal Family, is in all of us, but oh, It is seen so rarely, and usually not at all, by me, by anyone. But, here it is, toward me, from Saleh and Mel. It's God, the Divine. And it is Heaven to witness; to be in Its presence.
Well, I'm that sand, and the world is, well, my oyster. LOL. Always has been that way with me. I AM, my very being, my very Soul IS agitation for a more Beautiful, Divine, Blest, Joyful world, and the world, like that oyster, doesn't like it, the agitation, the sand, me, Loving - not now, not yesterday, not much throughout my 61 years. The oyster, the world, want's it, the sand, the annoyance, the irritation... gone. And that's how 98% of the people close, and far throughout my life have felt toward me. Totally expected, now [boy, for most of my decades I sure didn't get it]. Not real fun for me, but totally goes with the territory, the Being I have, the Soul I have, the territory. I get it. I want to be Sand. I want us to get, to become the Pearl, so sand, for me, it is, and all the trappings.
Whining? Am I whining? Feeling sorry for myself? My guess is that there are few on earth that have been Truly Loved - probably not one in 10,000. Maybe not one in 100,000. Liked? Yes. Enjoyed? Yes. Loved? Not more than one in 1000, for sure, in any stage or walk of life, really Loved in this sick, and ever sickening, Loveless, Lust-worshiping world. And probably not one in a million have been Loved as much as I, by my dad, a few teachers, my friends parents, my Philadelphia clan, my crazy Texas sister, the Secret Service here in DC and to a lesser degree, the Park Police...and others. And then there are those that for any variety of reasons have little or nothing to do with me..., and then... instants, flashes of blinding Love. Like lightening. I've been Loved more than one in 100,000, at least, have been Loved. No, I'm not whining, not complaining for me, but, yes, for us all. We are Godless, and hence exist in a Godless, Loveless world. We are Loveless, and we think it normal.
But as a connoisseur of Loving, an expert, a devote, an addict of Agape... I'm also acutely aware of how few do, how few do Love me; tho it isn't something I devote more than seconds a month thinking of regarding me - because I just know to expect indifference, at best, and in DC, from those I'd long ago have expected to be 'Family' - activists, church - animosity, disrespect, distrust, dismissal, disregard, dislike... are what I've gotten. The blinding exceptions (Lucas 4:18 for example) proving the rule....
So lack of Loving toward me is just background noise - always there - never getting my attention.... What I expect, don't notice, am used to..... And overwhelmed by the outgoing Loving I make my business to be the stuff and substance of my every breath - selfishly. Heaven.
But this is why I'm so touched, so surprised, so surprised at the deep sadness Mel and Saleh seem to feel at my diagnosis. I'm nothing but pain to them. They run a local coffee shop, 12 hours a day. I'm nothing but trouble to them. All sorts of packages, shipping, they've let me have sent to their address, since I have none - stuff used in my work. Some times I'll buy a cup of coffee, and sit, drawing electricity for a couple of hours, in their small store, taking up space that clients with $$$ could be taking. I limit my time for that reason, but still. They have no bathroom for clients, but they insist on me using their private one. This has been going on for 5 months!!!
These are fairly young guys, fairly rough, African Americans - one from DC, one from Jamaica(?).
Christ, the Spirit of Universal Family, is in all of us, but oh, It is seen so rarely, and usually not at all, by me, by anyone. But, here it is, toward me, from Saleh and Mel. It's God, the Divine. And it is Heaven to witness; to be in Its presence.
Who said God is Truth? Bah. Pat Robertson: Only 'nutty' Ph.Ds believe climate change causes more blizzards Raw Story
| Raw Story | - |
As
Right Wing Watch noted, one of the “nutty” Ph.D.s quoted by The 700
Club was Professor of Geosciences and International Affairs Michael
Oppenheimer, who has for years been a part of the Nobel Prize-winning
International Panel on Climate Change.
nd 02.21.13 Cancer Update: A sister has said she wants to have me live with her in Boston, rather than the homeless shelter, while getting treatment. Hmmmm.
nd 02.21.13 Cancer Update: A sister has said she wants to have me live with her in Boston, rather than the homeless shelter, while getting treatment for the cancer. Hmmmm.
Tolstoy: "To say you cannot make an effort to keep from doing what is wrong is the same as admit ting you are not a human being but an animal or a lifeless object. Humans know that it is within our power to make an effort....(more)"
To say you cannot make an effort to keep
from doing what is wrong is the same as admit
ting you are not a human being but an animal or
a lifeless object. Humans know that it is within
our power to make an effort.
Every religion teaches us that all our life is
an effort, progressing from the basic animal stages
to the higher life of the spirit.
from doing what is wrong is the same as admit
ting you are not a human being but an animal or
a lifeless object. Humans know that it is within
our power to make an effort.
Every religion teaches us that all our life is
an effort, progressing from the basic animal stages
to the higher life of the spirit.
Tolstoy: "We should take pity on animals in the same way as we do on each other...." (more)
The killing and eating of animals is a prejudice accepted
by those who think that animals were given to people by
God to eat, so that there is nothing wrong in killing them.
This is not true. It may be written in some books that it is
not a sin to kill an animal, but it is written in our own
hearts more clearly than in any books—that we should
take pity on animals in the same way as we do on each
other. And we all know this, if we do not deaden the voice
of our conscience inside of us.
by those who think that animals were given to people by
God to eat, so that there is nothing wrong in killing them.
This is not true. It may be written in some books that it is
not a sin to kill an animal, but it is written in our own
hearts more clearly than in any books—that we should
take pity on animals in the same way as we do on each
other. And we all know this, if we do not deaden the voice
of our conscience inside of us.
Climate Change Linked To Extreme Weather And National Security. PlanetSave.com
| PlanetSave.com | - |
Understanding the implications of climate change
is a tricky business at best, as each year we see how far and wide it's
scope has grown as we continue researching: the further we study and
investigate, the more we begin to realise just how little we ...
***** Kerry comes out swinging on climate change. The Hill
| The Hill (blog) | - |
John Kerry used his first major speech as secretary of State to make that case that failing to confront climate change means missing big economic opportunities - and worse.
This Generation's Godsend: Teaching The President: Assessing The Value Of 'Obama Studies.' WBUR
| WBUR | - |
Obama's
name appears in the titles of courses at colleges and universities
across the country, and even those that don't pitch themselves as
classes about the president are full of Obama-related reading and discussion; “Obama Studies” is emerging.
02.21.13 Cancer Update: 'Dear sister! If you are sorry about my death sentence, NOT FOR ME; be sorry for our children, who soon, in flesh, I'll not be able to fight for.
02.21.13 Cancer Update: 'Dear sister! If you are sorry about my death sentence, NOT FOR ME; be sorry for our children, who soon, in flesh,
I'll not be able to fight for much longer.....
[My Dear Cree sister wrote to me: "I thought about u brother, I put up your update on fb to have others to pray over you, im sorry i have been so quiet in what u are going thru. I hope u were able to find a place to stay. Pls keep me updated n pls know u will be in my prayers daily.... just found out my brother inlaw cancer has spread as well. I cannot begin to imagine how you both feel at this time but i wanted to take the time to write."]
"Sister, I am so sorry about your brother inlaw. Please convey my solidarity. As for me -
Dear, dear, dear... sister! LOL! Please
re-read what I wrote! I lived the Gospel, "do unto Our Global Neediest
ALLLLLLLL you would have them do unto you,"
and therefore I've resided in Our Father's Kingdom, Heaven,
HERE ON EARTH, EVERY BREATH, for at least a decade before
this recent death sentence!!! I live in Our Father's Kingdom,
Heaven, AFTER the death sentence, now, today! The one year
without chemo, two with chemo 'sentence' of Monday is NOTHING
to me. Nothing then. Nothing now. Nothing tomorrow. Can't you
see that in what I wrote? :-) Unlike all but few you've ever met, I LIVE
the Gospel, and have its Fruits! Zero fear, concern, interest...
in when I die. I will NEVER die, just my avatar, my body.
This is what I Feel. This is what I Know. This is what I Live,
and what I Have Lived, for many, many decades now. "If
you would hold onto your life, you will lose it. If you would
lose your life, for the sake of Our Neediest Family, you will
Gain It!" It is True! It is the Gospel, the Good News! I am
Living Testimony!
Be Joyful, in the Good News, the Gospel!
If you are sorry, NOT FOR ME; be sorry for our children, who soon, in flesh,
I'll not be able to fight for much longer.
xx Loving"
[My Dear Cree sister wrote to me: "I thought about u brother, I put up your update on fb to have others to pray over you, im sorry i have been so quiet in what u are going thru. I hope u were able to find a place to stay. Pls keep me updated n pls know u will be in my prayers daily.... just found out my brother inlaw cancer has spread as well. I cannot begin to imagine how you both feel at this time but i wanted to take the time to write."]
"Sister, I am so sorry about your brother inlaw. Please convey my solidarity. As for me -
Dear, dear, dear... sister! LOL! Please
re-read what I wrote! I lived the Gospel, "do unto Our Global Neediest
ALLLLLLLL you would have them do unto you,"
and therefore I've resided in Our Father's Kingdom, Heaven,
HERE ON EARTH, EVERY BREATH, for at least a decade before
this recent death sentence!!! I live in Our Father's Kingdom,
Heaven, AFTER the death sentence, now, today! The one year
without chemo, two with chemo 'sentence' of Monday is NOTHING
to me. Nothing then. Nothing now. Nothing tomorrow. Can't you
see that in what I wrote? :-) Unlike all but few you've ever met, I LIVE
the Gospel, and have its Fruits! Zero fear, concern, interest...
in when I die. I will NEVER die, just my avatar, my body.
This is what I Feel. This is what I Know. This is what I Live,
and what I Have Lived, for many, many decades now. "If
you would hold onto your life, you will lose it. If you would
lose your life, for the sake of Our Neediest Family, you will
Gain It!" It is True! It is the Gospel, the Good News! I am
Living Testimony!
Be Joyful, in the Good News, the Gospel!
If you are sorry, NOT FOR ME; be sorry for our children, who soon, in flesh,
I'll not be able to fight for much longer.
xx Loving"
2.20.2013
Tolstoy: "Many scholars, like owls..." (more)
"Owls can see in the dark but become
blind in bright light. The same is true
of many scholars. They know many
unnecessary scholarly trifles but do not know,
or want to know, the most important science
needed for life — how you should live in this
world."
blind in bright light. The same is true
of many scholars. They know many
unnecessary scholarly trifles but do not know,
or want to know, the most important science
needed for life — how you should live in this
world."
Tolstoy: "The knowledge of many unimportant things is an obstacle to true knowledge."
Tolstoy: "The knowledge of many unimportant things is an obstacle to true knowledge."
Loving, I'm doing this for my dad...
Start --
My dad, Reuven Rahamim, was killed this past September in a mass shooting.
I was 17 years old, one of 15 children who lost a parent that day.
I'm honoring his memory -- and those of many others who have fallen -- by doing something about gun violence.
Whether you've been personally affected by gun violence or not, you need to be part of this fight, too. Share your story: Why are you in this?
Since my dad's death, I've learned that my family's experience is not as uncommon as one might expect.
The statistics are horrifying: 12,000 Americans are murdered with guns every year. But the true toll of gun violence is borne by the tens of thousands of sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, and wounded survivors left behind.
When I think of the number of lives that could have been saved by universal background checks or better access to mental health services, I simply don't understand why Congress doesn't act right away.
So join me in speaking out. Our stories from all across the country will reaffirm the all-too-real consequences of this unending violence and the need for sensible solutions. Share why you support legislation to keep dangerous weapons out of the wrong hands:
http://my.barackobama.com/Share-Your-Story-on-Gun-Violence
I know my dad is watching right now as I fight alongside many other Americans for common-sense legislation.
He deserves a vote. We all deserve a vote.
Now is the time.
Thanks,
Sami
Sami Rahamim
Minneapolis, MN
P.S. -- You can see my story right here. Please add your own.
My dad, Reuven Rahamim, was killed this past September in a mass shooting.
I was 17 years old, one of 15 children who lost a parent that day.
I'm honoring his memory -- and those of many others who have fallen -- by doing something about gun violence.
Whether you've been personally affected by gun violence or not, you need to be part of this fight, too. Share your story: Why are you in this?
Since my dad's death, I've learned that my family's experience is not as uncommon as one might expect.
The statistics are horrifying: 12,000 Americans are murdered with guns every year. But the true toll of gun violence is borne by the tens of thousands of sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, and wounded survivors left behind.
When I think of the number of lives that could have been saved by universal background checks or better access to mental health services, I simply don't understand why Congress doesn't act right away.
So join me in speaking out. Our stories from all across the country will reaffirm the all-too-real consequences of this unending violence and the need for sensible solutions. Share why you support legislation to keep dangerous weapons out of the wrong hands:
http://my.barackobama.com/Share-Your-Story-on-Gun-Violence
I know my dad is watching right now as I fight alongside many other Americans for common-sense legislation.
He deserves a vote. We all deserve a vote.
Now is the time.
Thanks,
Sami
Sami Rahamim
Minneapolis, MN
P.S. -- You can see my story right here. Please add your own.
Sitting at your desk for six hours a day dramatically increases the risk of cancer ... Daily Mail
| Daily Mail | - |
Men
who spend more than six hours sitting each day are at higher risk of
cancer, heart disease and diabetes, researchers have warned.
nd 'I will work to be a Spirit that fights on for our children after my avatar is terminatend 'I will work to be a Spirit that fights on, in the Hearts of Humanity, for our children, after my avatar is terminated.' Lovingd.' Loving
nd 'I will work to be a Spirit that fights on, in the Hearts of Humanity, for our children, after my avatar is terminated.' Loving
nd 'Just 'got' this! Gandhi: Obeying, Loving God is, IS, = Living, LIVING, the Truth of our Neediest's Emergencies! [Vs Denying, Avioding, Fleeing [cowardice] or 'Acting' [Hypocrisy] them. "Truth, Love, Life ARE God," he said.' Loving' Loving
nd 'I just 'got' this! Gandhi: Obeying, Loving, God is, IS, = Living, LIVING, the Truth of Our Global Neediest's Emergencies! [vs Denying, Avioding, Fleeing [cowardice] or 'Acting' [Hypocrisy] them. "Truth, Love, Life ARE God," he said. Exactly right.' Loving
Global Warming A Dire Threat To National Security. WBUR
Global Warming A Dire Threat To National Security
| WBUR | - |
Congressional action on climate change
may be stalled, but the Pentagon is taking a leading role. Rear Adm.
David Titley explains why melting glaciers and rising sea levels
constitute a dire threat to national security.
2.19.2013
'It was sheer terror for me....' Loving (more)
Faith - at the instructors words I Leaped out into the snowy abyss. Joy.... Utter Joy.
I was 17 or so, a disgustingly spoiled child, and at this instant I was, in June, in Italy, in their Alps, on a glacier (now, probably melted in June due to our GHG ecocide).
It was darkly overcast. We had traversed, with our instructor, wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy out on a XXX snow bowl - sheer drop. Due to the overcast, well, it was almost like flying on instruments (oh, in my criminally over-privilege, I did that, too). I was terrified, as were the other US over-privileged kids with me on this 2 week European skiing orgy. But God, did I crave skiing, and I was very, very, very, very good at it.
But, this sheer drop was wayyyyyyyyyy over my head. Here, Literally the other side of Zermatt, Switzerland, and the Matterhorm - Cervinia, Italy:
I had NEVER been on anything nearly so steep, with so long of a sheer drop - endless. And the crevasses, well even on a clear day, their many hundred foot drops were almost impossible to see, before it was too late. It was completely terrifying - Facing Death. There were about 20 of us. I forget what the instructor said, exactly, something like - 'leap out into space with your shoulders - and the skis will come underneath you in time.' I, none of us, had absolutely any frickin idea what he meant.
The twenty of us stood there, frozen in fear; I can still feel it.
I don't like being frozen in fear. I don't do real well being frozen by fear.
So, with everyone else motionless, I leaped out into nothingness.
Five turns later, I stopped, breathless. Out of my Mind.
Sheer, inexpressible, poetic, Spiritual, physical ecstasy.
Grotesquely over-privileged. But it also was training for me in Faith in the unseen Truth, of God, God being the unseen, but quite knowable (if we'll totally devote ourselves. Totally....) Truth of How things work. Skiing was that for me, when I was a kid. I had this sense that if I could totally submit to the Truth of the Rules of the Mountain, of Skiing - if I could enslave myself, subordinate myself to that Truth, to God, it would be ecstasy. It was. Not a fraction of the ecstasy, the Joy, of my current days, these last 12 years of enslaving myself to the Truth of what our Neediest Brothers and Sisters require of me, but it was a start.
Oh, and no one liked me for my total, complete, 100% devotion then, or now. "If you pick up your cross it WILL cost you husband, wife, son, daughter, house, fields.... But in this life you will reap 100 fold." Jesus. True. 100% True. So sad that we are so determined to remain Blind. And now, ecocide for our children, as a result.
Oh how I'd like to awaken us.
I was 17 or so, a disgustingly spoiled child, and at this instant I was, in June, in Italy, in their Alps, on a glacier (now, probably melted in June due to our GHG ecocide).
It was darkly overcast. We had traversed, with our instructor, wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy out on a XXX snow bowl - sheer drop. Due to the overcast, well, it was almost like flying on instruments (oh, in my criminally over-privilege, I did that, too). I was terrified, as were the other US over-privileged kids with me on this 2 week European skiing orgy. But God, did I crave skiing, and I was very, very, very, very good at it.
But, this sheer drop was wayyyyyyyyyy over my head. Here, Literally the other side of Zermatt, Switzerland, and the Matterhorm - Cervinia, Italy:
I had NEVER been on anything nearly so steep, with so long of a sheer drop - endless. And the crevasses, well even on a clear day, their many hundred foot drops were almost impossible to see, before it was too late. It was completely terrifying - Facing Death. There were about 20 of us. I forget what the instructor said, exactly, something like - 'leap out into space with your shoulders - and the skis will come underneath you in time.' I, none of us, had absolutely any frickin idea what he meant.
The twenty of us stood there, frozen in fear; I can still feel it.
I don't like being frozen in fear. I don't do real well being frozen by fear.
So, with everyone else motionless, I leaped out into nothingness.
Five turns later, I stopped, breathless. Out of my Mind.
Sheer, inexpressible, poetic, Spiritual, physical ecstasy.
Grotesquely over-privileged. But it also was training for me in Faith in the unseen Truth, of God, God being the unseen, but quite knowable (if we'll totally devote ourselves. Totally....) Truth of How things work. Skiing was that for me, when I was a kid. I had this sense that if I could totally submit to the Truth of the Rules of the Mountain, of Skiing - if I could enslave myself, subordinate myself to that Truth, to God, it would be ecstasy. It was. Not a fraction of the ecstasy, the Joy, of my current days, these last 12 years of enslaving myself to the Truth of what our Neediest Brothers and Sisters require of me, but it was a start.
Oh, and no one liked me for my total, complete, 100% devotion then, or now. "If you pick up your cross it WILL cost you husband, wife, son, daughter, house, fields.... But in this life you will reap 100 fold." Jesus. True. 100% True. So sad that we are so determined to remain Blind. And now, ecocide for our children, as a result.
Oh how I'd like to awaken us.
nd 02.19.13 'Please pray for me that I can spark the averting of Ecocide, for our kids, in the 7200 hours or so I have left. Thanks.' Loving
nd 02.19.13 'Please pray for me that I can spark the averting of Ecocide, for our kids, in the 7200 hours or so I have left. Thanks.' Loving
02.19.13 Cancer Update: "This is not good news, Loving. I'm very sorry....
Regarding: 02.18.13 Cancer Update: So much to do. So little time....
From one of my dearest friends, an inexpressible inspiration and blessing in my life for many years now, upon seeing the post, above, this morning:
"This is not good news, Loving. I'm very sorry. My friend, as I've told you before, has been going through chemo since she found out she had cancer in her breast about 5 years ago. It has not stopped. The chemo, or the cancer. The chemo--or was it the radiation- gave her neuritis (where the nerves in the legs/feet are damaged). She doesn't walk anymore. Watch out for that! But then you will probably be one of those that totally go into remission. That is the thought I send to the Black Rock. Thinking of you and worrying, of course. Your Loving Sister."
My reply --------
"LOL!
OMG, please don't worry about me! I'm fine! :-). LOL! I'm just sad
that I probably have so little time left to fight for our kids,
for earths creatures, species, for Creation.... just when
they need me the most. All evidence to
the contrary I think I've been one of the few Prayers for them.
LOL. Actually, I KNOW I have been a Prayer for them, and
my only interest is in remaining so with my every last breath,
and beyond.... Yes, and Beyond.... Our Spirit never dies among
the rest of humanity, which is why it is so much a matter of
Life and Death that we get it right for them, that we leave the Right
example, the Right Spirit. It lives on for Eternity, for Good, or
for Bad.
My concern, worry, angst... for me, is ZERO. ZERO. 0. Zilch....
Not a spec, iota. That's the interesting Truth of it, for me.
My only concern is how to spend each of the roughly 600 days,
the 7200 hours I have left to serve Creation
best. I'm way, 100%, 100%, at peace on this,
but interested in any new thoughts that may come to me about
how to make each hour, minute, second.. count for all Creation -
averting Ecocide. Not many more days to work with; and so much
needs to be done. However, I've, thank God, lived each day of,
well, probably my whole adulthood, as though it could
be my last - a wonderful intensity, a wonderful creative tension -
my only concern, each day, 'how do I make this day count as
much as possible for those in need, those who are depending on me...;'
so it isn't like this is new territory for me - it isn't, at all. It is just a
smidgen more concrete now. Truly, just a smidgen. No change
for me. I already yearn for the end of the 6 months of chemo
so I can resume the 24/7 Vigil in front of the Canadian Embassy,
then in month 9, expecting to maintain it until I just can't keep
going, when it is time for the hospice (hmmm, if one will take me).
I'm so sorry about your sis. Thanks for updating me. The Docs did
tell me that toward the end of the 6 mos chemo they'd be watching
what was happening in my fingers and toes, for damage, but that
this chemo cocktail isn't nearly as toxic as are required by other types
of chemo.
Please don't worry about me! Just keep worrying about, and
fighting for our kids, the critters, creation, our neediest, as you
singularly do, my beloved sister. You are one of their ONLY
PRAYERS. May others finally, FINALLY, awaken to your example.
Continue to worry, be a Prayer, about that! :-)
Your Loving Brother
ps: Please pray for me that I can spark the averting of Ecocide, for our kids, in the 7200 hours or so I have left. Thanks.
From one of my dearest friends, an inexpressible inspiration and blessing in my life for many years now, upon seeing the post, above, this morning:
"This is not good news, Loving. I'm very sorry. My friend, as I've told you before, has been going through chemo since she found out she had cancer in her breast about 5 years ago. It has not stopped. The chemo, or the cancer. The chemo--or was it the radiation- gave her neuritis (where the nerves in the legs/feet are damaged). She doesn't walk anymore. Watch out for that! But then you will probably be one of those that totally go into remission. That is the thought I send to the Black Rock. Thinking of you and worrying, of course. Your Loving Sister."
My reply --------
"LOL!
OMG, please don't worry about me! I'm fine! :-). LOL! I'm just sad
that I probably have so little time left to fight for our kids,
for earths creatures, species, for Creation.... just when
they need me the most. All evidence to
the contrary I think I've been one of the few Prayers for them.
LOL. Actually, I KNOW I have been a Prayer for them, and
my only interest is in remaining so with my every last breath,
and beyond.... Yes, and Beyond.... Our Spirit never dies among
the rest of humanity, which is why it is so much a matter of
Life and Death that we get it right for them, that we leave the Right
example, the Right Spirit. It lives on for Eternity, for Good, or
for Bad.
My concern, worry, angst... for me, is ZERO. ZERO. 0. Zilch....
Not a spec, iota. That's the interesting Truth of it, for me.
My only concern is how to spend each of the roughly 600 days,
the 7200 hours I have left to serve Creation
best. I'm way, 100%, 100%, at peace on this,
but interested in any new thoughts that may come to me about
how to make each hour, minute, second.. count for all Creation -
averting Ecocide. Not many more days to work with; and so much
needs to be done. However, I've, thank God, lived each day of,
well, probably my whole adulthood, as though it could
be my last - a wonderful intensity, a wonderful creative tension -
my only concern, each day, 'how do I make this day count as
much as possible for those in need, those who are depending on me...;'
so it isn't like this is new territory for me - it isn't, at all. It is just a
smidgen more concrete now. Truly, just a smidgen. No change
for me. I already yearn for the end of the 6 months of chemo
so I can resume the 24/7 Vigil in front of the Canadian Embassy,
then in month 9, expecting to maintain it until I just can't keep
going, when it is time for the hospice (hmmm, if one will take me).
I'm so sorry about your sis. Thanks for updating me. The Docs did
tell me that toward the end of the 6 mos chemo they'd be watching
what was happening in my fingers and toes, for damage, but that
this chemo cocktail isn't nearly as toxic as are required by other types
of chemo.
Please don't worry about me! Just keep worrying about, and
fighting for our kids, the critters, creation, our neediest, as you
singularly do, my beloved sister. You are one of their ONLY
PRAYERS. May others finally, FINALLY, awaken to your example.
Continue to worry, be a Prayer, about that! :-)
Your Loving Brother
ps: Please pray for me that I can spark the averting of Ecocide, for our kids, in the 7200 hours or so I have left. Thanks.
Petition seeks new EPA pathway to require greenhouse gas curbs. The Hill
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