Not the Guns … the DRUGS!!

We all live with one common urge: to survive. All of Life is surviving. We survive through (perhaps also, as) urges that may be described as individual, family, groups, Mankind, living things, matter-energy-space-time, spirituality and infinity or God.

These urges for the most part manifest as positive, survival acts; however, aberrative behavior — such as a mass shooting — is not natural. Life is basically good, generous even.

Mass-shooting events, being unnatural and, therefore, manufactured, can be approached as a problem. A problem always has a “cause.” In this case, the cause is the manufacture, dispensing and use of psychiatric drugs. One must ask: WHO is doing this, and WHY? What is their rationale for their behavior; what is their agenda?

These must be investigated now. We cannot blindly sit aside and watch community after community get altered, simply because of these DRUGS.

Discover and handle the source of a problem, and the problem vanishes. The proof is in the pudding: where were the mass shootings, the murder/suicide events in earlier generations? And … what changed?

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The Money Clock Ticks Onward

Is it really December 5th already?  Wasn’t Halloween just yesterday?  Didn’t I just eat turkey, cranberry sauce and so much more on Thanksgiving?

Oh, I remember: I survived Black Friday!  After that everything’s a blur of motion hectically moving toward the Big Day, which will once again come too soon and fly by far too fast.

Like you, I’m thinking of a million relatives, friends and people whom I’d like to help this Christmas/Holiday season.  Unfortunately, most will get only warm thoughts and good wishes this year as we all struggle to make ends meet in a tough economy.

Still, I can’t help but be reminded of the wise words of American educator and author, L. Ron Hubbard: “Money is an idea backed by confidence.”

The notion of confidence controlling money and, by extension, the economy provides us with a formidable weapon to win the war of personal and national budgeting.  We can choose to remain confident despite any and all obstacles, natural or man-made, that come our way or which we proactively challenge.  In other words, the ebb and flow of our money relies upon our confidence level that what we produce others will buy.  When we are confident that our money-time-energy spent will result in more money or valuables returned, the swift flow of money continues and does not slow,  ridge up or stop.

And isn’t confidence really another expression of trust?

Before money, people bartered.  A bushel of corn traded for a cache of fresh fish, for example, satisfied the hunger and needs of both parties.  But what if the fisherman failed one day to catch any fish in the stream, what then?  What if he found a gold nugget in that stream and offered it to the corn grower in exchange for more of his corn?  Would the farmer accept the gold?  He would, if he had the confidence that the gold he took in would be accepted by another merchant in exchange for their goods or services, wouldn’t he?  And so the flow of any economy on any level goes.

“Money is an idea backed by confidence” works.  Although we cannot control the quality of our crops at all times, or the size of our harvests; though we cannot always catch the amount of fish we want in our creel, we can control our confidence level and trust that what we find or create will maintain acceptability and trade value among the many people and groups, which make up our personal and national economies.

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Screeching to a Halt

When Life gets me down and comes screeching to a halt, I resurrect my joie de vivre by writing creatively.  Does that makes me different from the archetypical image of Hemingway seated at a corner table inside of a Key West tavern early in the morning, sipping cognac and nursing a beer all day as he writes the next The Old Man and the Sea?

The truth about me is that I have no “writer’s block.”  No need to drink to conjure up new story lines or dialogue.  The imagination works all of the time; a standard quality of the output is the intended target, however.

I bleed for my characters, like any other self-respecting writer.  I cry for them, when they suffer; laugh when they wax enthusiastic.  I listen when they have new things to tell me and most of the time they’re more right than I am when I pick a fight or argue a plot point with one of them.

Words are my crayons.  I’ve always preferred placing them in order over coloring within the lines,  since kindergarden.  Words are my imaginary friends, only you get to see them, feel with them and listen in on their conversations as much as I have, if I do my job well.

Just thought you should know.  Because, for me, a writer, without you living would come screeching to a halt.