The Tragedy of Opportunity

“I’m asking you to believe, Not just in my ability to bring about change in Washington…I’m ask you to believe in yours.”~Senator Barack Obama

There is in old saying that opportunity only knocks only once. I disagree , in my life I’ve seen a great deal of opportunity for both myself and others. Some seized , with still more being relented to time, but most simply going unrecognized. Others believe that these presentations are simply a matter of luck attributed to either good or bad representing their lot in life.

More interestingly though are the ones who believe that luck is where “opportunity meets preparation ” spending their entire lives in pursuit of perpetual preparedness. Whose do diligence is unique among all others. It is most unfortunate that often it is through their pursuit of preparation that lends opportunity in a never ending succession to those whose doors would under most circumstances never be struck.

Through the repetition of Presidential elections the U.S. once again, find it’s self presented with an opportunity for the Illusive to become reality. Yet through Senator Obama’s self doubt we find the lack of preparedness to implement change through ACTION, Instead we find our belief simply a “Compromise” to the pandering for the NEOCONSTRUCTS vote.

The tragedy of this opportunity, is that H.R. 6304(FISA) would have passed without Senator Obama’s support. It is through this attempt to appear strong on NATIONAL SECURITY issues, that should now call into question not only our belief in the ability, but the willingness to bring about change in Washington.

~ravenscawl

Thank you

VinYettes:

Your comments are very nice but please remove me from the pedestal before I get a nose bleed! Thank you.

 

Dixie Copeland 

The Royal Purple Blossom of SAFFRON

For awhile now there has been a guest writer lacing these pages with some of the most awe inspiring and simply, straight forward photographs that I’ve ever seen. And she happens to scribe a great page of unencumbered WISDOM also. Dixie is the quintessential optimist, someone who has been given great empathy for, almost, everything in this world. How she does what she does I have no Idea of, but as any who’ve let their eyes and mind have her CREATOR’S hands wash over them I find her works well worth any time.

This is probably the shortest article I’ll ever write but it IS one of the most IMPORTANT. You see, as a former BEAST she has begun to return me to a self without the need to roar or hide, just remember to be less me and more WE. I can’t THANK HER enough, except by trying to learn more prayers, from more sites from the worlds that she so desperately tries to quickly find for us. Because in her many pains she knows there’s not enough time to get them all in. Spend some time with this PRINCESS, her Kingdom is a place of an Oak’s strong, simple, stately presence. Somewhere to go often… for the WHILE.

The location is called: SAFFRONSITE. wordpress.com You can breathe a sigh there. You’re welcome.

Beulah Land

Beulah Land

Faith is the oasis I walk toward, to eliminate the worldly exposure of, “why bother? I hear that two word statement too often. I know it because I, myself, have said it, felt it, and cried it into my pillow! Why bother!?

 

There was a voice that kept giving me an answer, but I wasn’t hearing it. In fact I was a bit concerned about hearing any voice, given today’s agenda of misfit humans. Then one day I stepped into what I call, “my prayer closet,” and politely asked this voice to “explain or leave me alone.”

 

Don’t change the channel because you think I’m a preacher! One song sung in peace and reverence of G-d means more than any 2,000 word power sermon! I am the way I am because I have chosen a road that leads to that faith oasis.

 

I am an avid reader of “The King James Bible, version 1611” without a copyright. That means that the company that translated the original voices or languages did not add or take anything away from the 1611 version. That’s what I read. Why bother? Because I really believe there’s a power that’s running everything… He is the beginning of time and the end of time. There are no coincidences… everything is planned out from the beginning. Keep living, “it” will prove “it” to you.

 

Back to the closet: I had been reading my KJV1611 and noticed a set of verses about having a “prayer closet.”  I was reading Matthew 6:5-8:

• Verse five talks about being humble, not loud and proud to impress people.
• Verse six says to enter your closet, shut the door, make your prayer secret to Him and He will openly reward you.
• Verse seven says you can keep it short without vain repetitions, much speaking, and
• Verse eight tells you to avoid being proud and that your Father knows what things you need, before you ask him. (All paraphrased)

 

Okay, so why bother with this? Remember I’m walking towards that oasis where the faith is kept. I didn’t know that the oasis was the faith. That place, that spot that you come to and you feel really content with a higher power running everything. You are no longer taking on the big role of “gotta do this, that, etc.” You are clearing your heart and mind to remain in this faith oasis. Old-timers referred to it as, “Sweet Beulah Land”

Sweet Beulah Land

 

I’m kind of homesick for a country,
To which I’ve never been before;
No sad goodbyes there will be spoken,
Oh time won’t matter anymore.

Beulah Land I’m longing for you,
And someday on thee I’ll stand;
There my home shall be eternal,
Beulah Land sweet Beulah Land.

Well I’m looking for a river,
Where my faith will end in sight;
There’s just a few more days to labor,
Before I take my heavenly flight.

Beulah Land I’m longing for you,
And someday on thee I’ll stand;
There my home shall be eternal,
Beulah Land sweet Beulah Land.

Beulah Land sweet Beulah Land.

 

 

Song Artist: unknown/Artical: Dixie Copeland

Response to the Ownership of the Guest House

Women and children are left defenseless in Dar Fur and Zimbabwe; alcohol and, drug abuse rampant is some cities, and lots of governments for the people but not by the people. Life needs people who serve goodness, for goodness sake!

The higher power I have chosen to serve asks me to serve others too. I am not special; I am tried in the fire just as you. Like the forging of steel, I am pounded and heated until perfection is complete. It’s the good stuff that keeps me going. It is THAT which I would have you TAKE with you. A “banquet table of faith and choices,” my host gives me credit I do not deserve. I shudder to think of being my Creator’s Hopes; shouldn’t there be someone who speaks/types with perfection? I sumise it is not for me to “see in myself “ but “see it in others.” So let’s look at you… and how perfect, I already know, that each of you are!

Propagandal carrots is an interesting expression, but you know carrots are very good for your eyes!!  And faith doesn’t rely on what you see. Faith is from the Creator: He said He wrote His laws and words upon our hearts. Adam didn’t have a book… and I want you to really be grasping this. Enoch didn’t have a book . No writings until Moses came down from “his mountain” with two tablets. Just know that it is the Creator, not me, that shapes your life. You may not believe that people should turn the other cheek when hurt by another person. My carrot for the day is… ‘there is wisdom in the council of many’; choices appear before your eyes and you see them. Which one is: “goodness for goodness sake?”

Do you want this country to succeed again? Are you old enough to list twenty-five things that need to be retuned, revamped, or plain redone! Can you list fifteen items? Are you old enough to remember when people opened doors for each other; (you didn’t do that anywhere?) Put THAT on the list too. Where is MY American dream? My ancestors came over on some grubby boat and I’m the seveneth generation and WHAT do I want? HOW do I get that? Put it on your list of “WHAT will make America great.” I want your list. Your list becomes your priorities, but you can always change the list around.

Did you know that the color red draws the eye in to look at it. That’s one of the reasons why some people drive by car accidents so slowly; they want to see blood. After Vietnam they decided no more television coverage because suddenly the war became real… REAL?… to people watching and they wanted the war STOPPED. I’ll will never forget seeing the circulated photo of American soldiers coming home from Iraq. A huge airplane with six coffins side by side and at least fifteen rows deep. I know because those red and white stripes pulled the eyes in… wrapped in flags, I counted the blue fields to estimate the number of rows. A photograph taken on the airplane by a soldier to send home, was told he could not take any photos of caskets returning from Iraq; bad for business I suppose? Is this what you want for your child or your neighbor’s child? A cell phone camera shot?

My host is very generous with the compliments, but I have set some goals  to improve my “carrotizing”. Oh to have your linguistic savvy and torturous hand with the upper case. You’ve shown that it is possible to SCReam with your fingers. I am in awe. So, I gratefully receive the keys to the Guest House as a cherished gift… and hope that the former host has cleared his ghosts! I don’t want to see little critters running around, peeping, squawking, begging for peanuts, etc. I’m planning to enjoy calm, billowy mornings with mangoes on my table and a small computer ready to “sling my brain!” Thank you!

Dock with cabana

 

Author: Dixie Copeland

 

 

 

Envisions with Vin Yettes

The Guest House

 

A long day!

 

Vin Yettes and I headed out early to have a look around some of the islands; so many choices, so little time. But we knew it as soon as we saw it: home!

 

Vin Yettes ran for the master house as I checked out the beautiful dock and cabana at the pier’s end. Seagulls flew overhead and dolphins swam in the small cove. Was it heaven? No, we needed cablevision to come to us from 160 miles away over water; then we could re-classify.

 

I photographed the dwelling and sent it over to the main guy; we don’t know who he is, we just send him the bills… and I needed to order 16 laptops.

 

“Yes sir I understand what you’re saying,” I shook my head in disbelief, “but sir sixteen laptops cannot costs that much?” I knew shipping was going to be our biggest snag on everything. “Never mind sir, we’ll pick them up tomorrow.” From out of the corner of my eye, I could see Vin Yettes was frowning.

 

“Can you pilot a boat?” Vin Yettes asked, looking sternly.

 

“No,” I answered.

 

“Then how do you plan to get those laptops here?”

 

“Weren’t you just piloting our little…” my voice trailed off as I noticed the

 

boat was gone: “Where’s the boat?”

 

 

“The man has returned to the mainland, he’ll return tomorrow at 10:00 a.m...”

 

“Wait, do you have his phone number?” I was desperate to get set up.

 

“Oh yes, I see; we will call and have them delivered.” Vin Yettes  gave a big sigh of relief.

 

“You know, if we call him NOW, he could deliver some pizza too.”

 

From out of the corner of my eye, Vin Yettes was again frowning.

Dixie Copeland

 

 

Living Fragile

 

 

Sometimes when life seems so fragile

A beginning feeling of peace arrives

From a source within and without

We bow our head

Acknowledge kindness

Receive the gift that helps us heal

 

We wrap the peace around our bodies

Longing for immediate relief

And find instead temporary solace

We bend our knees

Capture completeness

And let it work through all our days

 

Discover being fragile is not a curse

For peace will come and peace will go

From everything we are to what we will become

We praise the Father

Everlasting love

Relieves our fear of living fragile

Dixie Copeland

 

 

 

Ownership of the “GUEST” House

During these trying times of WARS, GREEDS and the CONTINUAL LOSS of what we hold dear

it ’s such a RELIEF to take a respite in reading the keener observations provided by one who can and does exude the gifts of OUR CREATOR’S hopes. I am not the person to give these wonderful insights to the readership of this world of BLOGS, I don’t posses the many layers of GOOD that need to be placed on the BANQUET table of FAITH and it’s CHOICES.

FAITH… no matter ones definitions or educations the term faith is many things to many people from the many places of this WORLD. Without the constant STAKINGS of the writer’s denominational methodologies or propagandal carrots having a constant FLOW of strong, well meant observations is the OASIS that provides the pools of sanctuary from the “POWER’S” disasters.

Instead of attempting to try and bring you something that I don’t understand or know much about I invited a person who has had a long life of trials and rebuilding to this site for HER ’sights’ and insights not first knowing that I would be gladly leaving as much open area for another to express what I am not capable of. But I have, and AM glad of this decision. It isn’t often that we “meet”, ( To “meet” someone through an electronic portal is not what my grandmother would see it as.), another who we can feel a connection with without the all too often overtures associated in that arena. But I HAVE met this Woman, through her first article posted by ZIMBIO on my new ‘wikizine’ to what those who visit here either by accident or, soon, by research and design/desire. TIME should be taken to ingest, ( THIS is easily ‘OF GOOD TASTE’), and digest, ( The thoughts and visions will infuse themselves throughout.), because Ms. DIXIE COPELAND has a knack for saying something that is just right at the right time. I’m VERY glad that she’s conceded to extend her abilities to this place for me.. and FOR YOU.

When a person envisions building a place, a “mansion”, they sometimes build a “GUEST” house for the visitors that arrive on occasion, I now find that said GUEST has earned ownership rights and has her own set of keys and has made the place much better than I’d hoped. There is no graphic addition from me that compares, because DCRELIEF will do so on her decision, at her timing, as she does so well.

Black-water, White-washing, Golden dreams

What do these three things have in common?

 

Black-water represents the genocidal efforts made by people who do not care.

White-washing represents the lies and miscellaneous disinformation that some people expect us to swallow.

Golden dreams represent the dreams of true reality and our longing to have them fulfilled.

 

I’ve had this photo for thirty years; I was into an art study of black and white composites in nature. Too much yellow, I tossed it back into the box for another later adventure. Today it had nothing to do with the composite but lots to do with a “seer’s” artistic path. Not to be confused with a “Seer of G-d,” but a seer of events that need attention.

 

I saw New Orleans, Louisiana and the mercenaries. That was insanity!  I saw black oil wasted because it profited one. I saw dirty, polluted water in the lands near Dar Fur. I saw fire hoses that never came on in the World Trade Centers. I saw citizens faced down in oil, blood, and mud in Iraq. I saw entire villages destroyed in Afghanistan because the wrong place was targeted. I saw Pakistan trying to help ease strife but too many States’ politicians interfere. I saw medications given to people to cause them illness. I saw citizens rip Cindy Sheehan apart though she had lost her son. I saw Washington, DC put up privacy fence to keep the owners from seeing the grounds. I saw “Git-mo Bay” prisoners declared innocent and then that statement changed two days later.

 

I saw that each of these stories has a corresponding lie to shut us out and have us believe we are right in our actions. White-washing was part paint with lots of water to make a very thin paint. It dripped and splattered all over a fence you might be painting. The watery paint gave a translucent cover over the previous year’s paint job. It saved you money. With our events that are listed above, I am sure that many events get a white wash but continue to cause harm to people or an individual.  Because the white wash makes everything look like new, you ignored it. Governments that are run this way can wreak havoc on our nation’s economy or world events 

 

What about those Golden dreams? What is true reality? We have forgotten that we’re waiting for a new reality to arrive. For the last millennium we’ve been waiting, and while we’ve been waiting we decided to make stuff, do things, build things, creating all over the place. Then we created some bad stuff and really horrible stuff, turned into wars and rumors of wars. Created new religions and found a few gods! We are so busy but we don’t know what to really believe. And why should we know? It hasn’t come to us yet. We’re just getting restless and anxious every day, but that will subside soon. Just don’t hurt yourself or anyone else. It’s coming.

 

 

Read this: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

(Guest post dcrelief)

 

A moment to share

I was straight from the city, she was country and lore

With peanuts around her, did she have some more?

I watched her intently as each nut she’d toss,

Just missed hitting closely, I counted my loss.

 

Engaged her in chatting to distract her aim

And hopefully fetch what I craved for my game.

Two nuts would appease me, lasting all night

And try to nab one at the first ray of light.

 

She whipped out a baggie and placed nuts inside.

Not trying to be nosy, but where would they hide?

The season for harvest had been in late summer

I’d traveled around in my awesome green hummer.

 

The darkness unfolded I slipped past her tree.

A voice spoke behind and said, “You’ll need these.”

The baggie was full of the best tasting nuts

Now every fall season we fill up our guts!

 

Seek to help: G-d says when you help feed someone

It is as if you are feeding Him. Thank you,

 

(Guest post dcrelief)